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STAR BOOK AND JOB PRINT I8B0 s ? . -A « * „ INTRODUCTION. ^IKE whiaperinga from aoul to soul may these Oologs •1^ Leaves inspire my readers, as I have been inspired, V to acts of benevolence, to a study of our beautiful English language, to keep it pure and unsullied, and to acta of kindness, no matter in what sphere of life we are placed. Trusting my many readers may agree with H. B. H. Princess Lonise in styling my poems " graceful poetry," I present Got^den L&AVBit to a music loving and poetical public. ELOISE A. SKIMINGB, Composer of "National March," etc, J '^ 1 i 1 INDEX. 1 In Memoriftm—Herbert Ingram Savage Miss Adelaide Lorraine Watson Mrs. J. G. Molntoah Mrs. Edward Slianuon Miss Mary MoKeown Pearl Trull John Luby Bev. Chas. MoManua Mrs. Bobt. Wilson Mrs. Donald Frazer Mrs. M. Nicholson Violet, Carrie, Nell John Donagh Eva Weatherald . Lines— To Miss Jane MoMahon . Mr. and Mrs. L. Elliott . Gapt. and Mrs. A. E. MoGregor Mrs. E. J. Copeland Miss Blossom Boberts First Communion at St. Peter's John Duokham Gertie Doyle and Carrie Shannon Bev. D. MoGillvray Wreck of the Simooe Daughters of the late Mrs. F. Gassady Miss Aggie Dickson Mrs. Capt. Jackson Personal — W. McB. .... On reading '* Lines " by Father Byan Willie Stewart Sloan Martin Mr. and Mrs. Straiton 4 10 10 14 16 24 26 26 47 47 118 136 139 6 5 ti 17 18 33 33 43 58 61 62 66 6U 119 2 2 8 8 d i ?i. I>«'D£X - iContmudd). Mari^uerite .... 9 Edna . . . . . 10 Loved Isie .... 14 May Dun lop 17 Blosaom Robert: 18 Fhilomene . . . . . 18 A Physioiau's Wife 21 Mra. Fannie Armstrong . 21 Lena ..... 2a Ruby . 'in Myrtie Irene Johnston 2» Rosa ...... . 28 Miss Annie Doyle 29 Mr. and Men. J. Shepherd . . 29 Maud S. .... 81 Carrie and Kate . . . . . 32 Gertie S. . 84 Ida 84 Francis Hinoks .... 84 Jessie . . . . . . 86 Vera 85 Helena Reid .... . 86 Willie Sheehan .... 86 Kate ..... . 86 Phoebe ..... 86 Mairie . . . . i . 87 Bertha Bain .... 87 Laura Potter . 87 Emma Hall .... 88 Lizzie .... . 38 Jennie ..... 88 Miss Lizzie Logan . 89 Cora ..... 89 Ellen Donagh . 40 My Godchildren 40 Mary and Martha . 40 Cousin Anna .... 41 Maybird .... . 41 Alice ... 43 Mra. M. Black . 49 Karl 48 Fannie . . . 44 1 i I IKDBX— (C(mtinu«4). ni. 1 1 I MRK^ie Cftnieruu Nettie Crabb Minnie Straoban Oeraldine . Mabel Hyde Lynn Monsi^neur Bi'uyeie Sibyl Mona Allie Lizzie A Friend . Huldah Whitely Amy Adelaide Vida Bell Little I'red Mrs. G. H. Parsoui Fannie Bell Oliver Whitely Hayden Isie Annie Bister Stauislaua Ella . Essie Mrs. Maoara Katie McLean Francis Joseph Olara Lulu Boyne Lillie Naomi Maude Start Ina's Pet Canaries B. S. Chilton Bessie Beer Kate Watson Jennie Miss Mullen A. B. . Mr. and Mrs. John Macara 44 44 45 46 46 46 48 48 41:1 4V 4U 49 50 60 51 51 52 52 52 5a 58 5i» 54 54 54 54 54 55 55 56 56 56 67 67 67 68 69 6» 60 60 60 61 ;: viii. l.SOEX tCoutiiiUtoU Sara Eleanor liradney . MiHs Carrie Smith Ma(,'t{ie Proiulfoot GlHclyii CouHin May MvB. JoBoph Lo){au G. G. Jessup Coiigin Tansie Infant Emily MiHH PlAtt Minnie Kerni^hau Jennie Macara Eniraa Hardy Mary Graham Gallie Maud T. . Sara Hardy Emma Flatt The Blue Ontario Kate Hardy Fannie Kothwell Maggie Arthur Molesworth Mary A Dark Eyed Maiden Lizzie C. Maude Maggie McKay Katie Mrs. H. DenniH Eva Smith Mary Ellen Farr Nellie ^neaa Joseph Zeda Ijillian Blanche Mrs. J. A. Wieland A. Grant C3 65 07 07 67 08 CD 09 09 oy 70 74 114 114 115 115 115 115 110 119 120 121 125 125 127 129 130 130 131 183 184 185 185 186 186 186 130 137 187 188 189 139 ■ 4 t I^DEX— (Coii(Uiu«d). u. 4 Baby Happy Thoughts • Children of Mary Thy Will b« Done The Lord He Guideth Mm Bed Libera Nob a Mtio He^nrrexit Siout ' .xit Hymn Matijnal HyooD September Faithful unto Death Besurgam Muet Me in Heaven I Am Happy Awake Unto Bighteuasness Elegy to an Old Friend . Elegy— Mrs. E. Moore Long Will Ye Mourn Elegy — Matthew J. Leonard Suroum Corda Stanzas to Lord Cecil Asperges Me Domine A Love Token Grandpa . Album VerHes God Knoweth Best Thy Mother The Bosary of Pearls Fragment Ode ... A Beverie Four Loafed Clover Tribute vf ].ow 'neath the chastening rod. Thy dark eyed hoy, thy hope and pride, Is safe in thy good Father's care ; The angry wave, the ehhing tide. Have no power to enter tliere. Then let him rest, thy first born son, Dash the tears from thy weeping eyes ; God knows best, His will be done, Wh« overrules both earth and skies. 8 ith. tys p3n ; fame ; hove. WILLIE STEWART. The storms may rage on thy hillside home, Albeit their wild mirth thou dost not fear ; But thy parents' hearts will joyless be As the Maitland's banks thou loved'st so dear. Long will they mourn thee, child of their love, Earth's gladness ever wreathed thy sun -lit face ; In glory now this New Year, thy soul Has triumphed over earth's valiant race. In the mem'ry of thy friends thou'lt live, Thy comrades, who the tree of knowledge guard, All loved thee for thy bright, happy smiles, A smile that lifted the soul heavenward. I write these loving words that they may Ever fill thy loving brother with zeal To follow in thy steps ; that the Lord A soldier of Christ his life will seai } k^ CHlLDltKN OF MARY. CHILDREN OF MARY. Children of Mary, happy band, Blossoms of virtue rare ; Were ye iu the spirit land? Thy faces wear no care — But modesty, most precious gem. Illumines ev'ry face ; Ah me ! what mortal could endure This monument of gi^ace. Children of Mary — be sincere, Let no vain thoughts arise. But daily, with our Mother dear, Praise Him who rules the skies. Praise Him who formed thee of the dust. Praise him who rules thy soul ; And in our blessed Mother trust She will your hearts control. And with the blessed Bernard sing, (That saint who homage paid) '• None have ever found Thee wanting Who have called upon thy aid." .. IN MEMORIAM. Miss Adelaide LonitA.iNE Watbon. Gone is thy loved one to that land of beauty Where the immortals bloom divinely fair ; Where innocence blossoms with love and duty. Brought by earth's pearls so rich and rare. Thy darling has pass'd thro' the beautiful gates To the fair golden City of Rest ; With her angeUo robes she patiently waits For those whom she lov'd on eai'th tha best. 1 . i LINKS. LINES, luBoribed to the sisters of the late Mihu Janij: MuMahon. The Reaper Death ne'er tires, A true, faithful servant Of a loving Master ; And she, thy lov'd sister, Has op'd the golden gates, Has entered the portal, Has trod her Master's steps, Ne'er faltering bj the way The '* via crucis" — trod By all whom God creates. E'en from the beginning To the resurrection. "~" Then faint not, ye sisters, Let her soul rest in peace, Her soul that feared not death, Tliat loved the Lord her God — And now from earth's pain is free, She wears an angelic crown, Type of immortality To hearts bow'd down. LLNKIS Written by request, and respectfully inscribed to Mr. and Mrs. L. Elliott. Thy boy is safe — no pain, nor grief, No woe that cannot find reUef, Can reach his soul. No parting tear To shed, no worldly strife to fear, But peace — a holy peace —a calm Unknown to mortals, the heavenly balm That death alone can bring to those Who are found pure, whose life o'erflowii With God's holy grace. Like a vine Bound thy heart did its tendrils twine Until the truth shone out. The llow'r Was only lent to earth's fair bower To bloom in Heaven, to pray for thee That joy be thine, in eternity. Miliiteii7«j e IMPROaiPTl . IMPROMPTU. Come gentle muse, thy light diliuse However dim, I'll not refuse Assistance from thine inspired pen, Keal type of genius among men. Leave on this page a souvenir E'en if it valueless appear Sil vous plait, — qw- vouley vous me dire. MetJiinks the sailor's love of home Contentment mars, when billows foam. In storm or calm tho' 'tis the same, Not e'en an ardent love for fame, Triumphs o'er it. Borne on the breeze O'er Huron's breast, or southern seas, Sounding above the ocean's roar. Home, home, sweet home, till life is o'er. ! THY WILL BE DONE. A mother weeping stands O'er the casket of her son ; Meekly, with folded hands, She whispers "Thy will be done." She kissed the calm cold brow, And smoothed the soft fair hair ; " 'Tis hard to lose thee now. Thy will be done," her prayer. . What words from human tongue In this the hour of weeping ; And her fond heart so wrung, Its pulses wildly leaping. O God, our Sovereign Lord, Comfort her who trusts in thee ; Strengthen her with Thy word, '• Ye that are laden come to me." 1 t ! i t THK I.()KI) HK GUIDGTH Mfi. And may she ever know That peace to mortals given ; " Thy will be done below, As it is done in Heaven." THE LORD HE GUIDETH ME. To a Friend. my heart is light And my songs are bright. My voice is full of glee. No dark cloud of care Mv heart can ensnare — The Tiord He guideth me. The vesper hell peals, My lioart joyous feels At its sweet minstrelsy. While I list, these note-* On the light air floats, The liord He guideth me. Then with lasting love 1 will look above In all humility ; In notes of sweet song Sing the whole day long. The Lord He guideth me. O my heart is light And ray songs are bright, My voice is full of glee. No dark cloud of care My heart can ensnare. The liord He guideth me. 8 TO ULOANK MAItTIN. TO SLOANE MARTIN, Who hail Iain for years ou his conoh. LittU martyr, how patient art thou, Always a smile on thy face and brow ; The Savior has spared thee, to know His love. That when health is thine, His might you'll prove. . . LINES Affectionately inscribed to Capt. and Mbb. A. E. McGrkoom, on the death of their infant son, Clifton Playfair. Thy babe in its blooming beauty. Unfolding new love each hour. Was too pure and too sweet to leave In earth's decaying bower. He has gone where no sorrow yet Has entered the golden gate ; And with joy, among the angels, The lovd ones he will await. Love's anchor now will hold the chain Among the angelic band ; The bonny blue eyes will greet the In that far off beauteous land. TO MR. AND MRS. STRAITON, On the death of their beloved AUie. '• He giveth His beloved sleep.' So sweetly the breezes play Above thy darling AUie's breast ; The song birds nestle 'mong the leaves Disturbing not her new found rest. Sweet, gentle Allie, too fair for earth, 0, why should thy fond parents w8ep ? Thou hast enter'd thro' the pearly gates Where He giveth his belov'd sleep. i 1 )ve. oou, i ••SEl) LIBKK\ N03 A' MALO." •• SED LIBERA N08 A MALO. " Deliver uh, O Lord, eaoli day From ev'ry ill that comes our way ; Teach ur gubmission to thy will And with piety our hearts All. Deliver us from sordid strife To which the human heart is rife. Teach us to obey Thy command To lend sorrow a helping hand. Teach us to curb all vain desire, And to holier things aspire ; Deliver us from greed of gain, And from scoffing at others' pain. Teach us all angry thoughts tj chase, That we may conquer in the race ; Our helmet be, Thy divine word, Deliver us from evil, Lord. Bleep." MAltGUERITE. In Memoriam, D. B. Houok. Kind friend, O bear awhile the warfare of this life, Now a widowed mother — once a happy wife ; Thy loving husband needs not now thy tender care, In a world of glory he waits thy coming there. His works were works of love, in our Canadian land ; His words were words of truth, on India's coral strand ; But now his labor's o'er, his sands of life have pass'd, And sorrow o'er his happy home its clouds have cast. But rejoice, widow'd mother, be happy I pray. Love will surround thee and illumine the way ; When the snow flakes fall upon his new made grave Remember his bravery, and be thou brave. 1 to F^VSA EDNA. To Mr. and Mrh. J. C. Hakhihux, on tho Ueath uf tUeir iafant daughter, FIdna May. The pretty, tiny, dimpled hands. Are closed on earth for ave ; The ruby lips and pearly teeth Arf* covered with the clay. TUit Edna's tinv human soul, Tliat looked from eyen of blue, Has entered now tlu* hoav'nly goal. And beams with love on you. IN MEMOUIAAr. LineH affectionately inaoi'ibed to Mhs. .F. f!. McIntosu, on the death of her children. Child of Mary, bo strong, the angel of death Came but at the voica of thy God ; Thy bright little darlinga escaped sin's breath ; God loves thee, pass under the rod. Thou'rt nearer Heaven now than yester eve, The gates have been open'd for thee ; To draw thee to him, the chain to weave That leads to immortality. IN MEMOBIAM. Respectfully dedicated to Mas. Ei>WAiu> Shannon, on the death of her husband. Tenderly they laid him down to rest With his strong hands clasped above his breast, His hands that so faithfully thine have presa'd. But 'tis better so ; life's cares ar« o'er. He will wait for thee, on the othei* shore, When thy children can spare thee — not before. nKHunHKXiT BiniT dixit. RESURREXIT SICUT DIXIT. 'jr., EA«TKB,.lHHr». J The April Bun is Rhining, The world in bflthe«l in light. For Christ to-day is risen Inmajesty and miKht— - ^ ^ '« Resurrexit sicut dixit. Christians rejoice— let your lives Like spring flow'rs fragraiV be ; " Do unto others as ye would That they should do to thee— ^ ^^ •♦RoRurrexii oicut djatit. ., •■=:'■ /.*-* Let peace and love sway your hearts, That God's blessing may fall' ■ On this fair Canadiaj) land, The home of bliss foV all^;^. .^ "Resurrexit aicut dt»it,!. "- U a ^* -v' HYMN. To Thee. G«d. to thee, Be praise forever given : TiOok down with love on me. And raise my soul to Heaven. Be Thou my guide and stay, My hope when sorrows come ; To all who watch and pray Thon'lt give a Heavenly home. Then cease, aching heart, And throb no more v/ith pani ; Ne'er from thy God depart, A crown in Heaven thon'lt f^m. J % 12 NATIONAL H\MiV. NATIONAL HYMN. Lord our (rod, who'rnles above, Accept our earthly works of love And fill our souls with faith to prove Thy Majesty. Let the Gospel's seed take root and bloom, And flowers of faith expel the gloom, For Christ has risen from tlie tomb In Majesty. Let ev'ry tongue Thy praise proclaim, Let ev'ry knee bow at Thy name, For Jesus Thou art still the same In Majesty. The heavens with Thy name shall ring, And countless angels endless sing. We'll live with Thee, our Lord and King, In Majesty. t ^ SKPTb^MBKR. To Charles Mitchell, K84., " Free Press,'" Ottawa. The summer breezes plfp- among the autumn leaves. All nature seems more gay, and Flora garlands weaves. The peach with glowing cheek crimsoning in the sun ; And golden pippen meek. Eve's work has just begun. The fruit she gathers in, a basket by her stands; Adam helps— her smile to win. that smile a price demands. The dahha's dazzling Itead rivals the smiflow'r grand : September takes the lead, gorgeous hned her wand. The astor's modest bloom, and clust'ring mignonette With delicate perfume, by far the sweetest yet. Creamy blooming tea rose and amaryllis rare ; The flaming gladiola grows, a flow'r without compare. September, we crown thee, loveliest month of all ! The ripen "d fruit we see heralds the Master's call. L&t.i'. s ' FAITHFUL UMO DEATH." •• FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH." Thob. Wyatt, killed at G. T. R. Stf vtion. Died at hiR post in the early morn, Valiant and strong — a soldier born ; Shirk'd not life's hardships, of sterling worth, Faithful and true, at his fireside hearth. Ood knoweth all things — God is all love, Let us always look to Him above ; He will reward thee, He bore the cross Which shews us all earthly things are dross. Faithful unto death, the engineer's call, Sure as the cannon, sends death to all, But will in glory, when Christ comes again. Call him to his ranks, on the Heavenly plain. 18 s, vt^s. in ; ni. lemandK. nd : ite )are. , RESURGAM. Benpectfully dedicated to Mbs. I'atrick McDonald. Child of Mary, do i ot weep, Christ giveth his beloved sleep ; From this glorious Easter morn. Although thy heart with grief was torn, Thy husband's voice on High was hovna To the angelic shore. First ye mourned, when the Augel Death O'er youi" lovd blossom drew his breath ; A blossom, yet the bud was dear, nud now the heart which gave you cheer, Wliicit bade you wipe away the tear, HaK only gone before. ••Tliv will be done," the Christian's prayer, Safe within His sheltering care ; Htrengthei. 'd by His heavenly grace. The great Redeemer of your^'ace. Our hope, our comfort, and solace Now and forever more. Ha II I 1 4 LOVICU Iil)I£. LOVED ISXE. Dedicated to the friends of the late Mm. Charles Gibvin, Jr. What can I say thy hearts to comfort and cheer ? Thy comfort is taken, the daughter so dear, A loved wife and and mother now lies in hetr bier, Loved Isie. Fairest among women, so gentle and sweet, Thy voice like nightengale's in silvan retreat. Always ready through toil thy husband to greet, Loved Isie. Thou art gone to the mansion the crown to wear, The reward of virtue, God's glory to share, Thod'lt not be forgotten, earth's flow'ret so £ur, Loved Isie. Thy husband will mourn thei» forever and aye, Thy child he will cherish until called away, Her young heart to him is a heavenly ray, * Loved Isie. Farewell, dearest friend, thou art gone from all pain, Thou wouldst not return earth's grand titles to gain, '* All is but vanity," why should you remain. Loved Isie. IN MEMORIAM. Miss Mabv McKbown, who was lost from the Str. W. B» Hall, while lying in Toronto harbor, Deo. 8th. 1886. At the break of day she was called, Called by her duty and called by her God ; Both she obey'd, for the Master Galled her from the path she so nobly trod. miserere Nobis, Domine ! Shield us from danger when our homes we leave ; miserere Nobis, Domine ! Keep our hearts pure and in Thy Word believe, M£KT MB IN H£AV£JS. MEET ME IN HEAVEN. Lines respectfully dedicated to Mas. Jameison Reid on the death of her daughter Belle (Mrs. White), May 3, 1886. " Meet me in Heaven," how cheering the last words Of the child bride, thy daughter, so sweet and so pure. Her husband will weep, but the grief at thy bosom Will each May time be more than thy soiil can endure. Blossoming May, may her memory be fragrant In the hearts of her friends, who saw the rose fade Day by day from her cheeks, tho* her eyes kept their brightness, Till her pure soul went to Him, who all things has made. Pure, innocent wife, her love was devotion. Truth ever dwelt on har lips and shons in her eyes ; So God will reward her, and may all who loved her ' Be ready to meet her when our Lordsays '• Arise." 16 •( I AM HAPPY." il, Last words of the late Neil Douolas Moore, of Strathroy, who died at London, Ontario. •' I am happy." Yes, my darling, Tho' our hearts are bowed wit'i grief ; God has placed thee 'mong His angels To grant thy wearied soul relief. " 1 am happy. " Yes— the halo Always shone around thy brow ; And thine eyes of heavenly azure Beamed with love on us below. " I am happy." Mother, father. Sister, brother, weep not so ; For the God of glory calls me. " I am happy, '—I must go. H^ IN MEMUKIAM. IN MEMORIAM. Pearl Trull. My pearl, my darling is gone. With her lovely eyes of jet ; I lov'd her so fondly, too, Her memory clings to me yet. I cannot forget her, though She was but a stranger's child. I loved her innocent joy, Like a young gazelle so wild. She is happy, precious pearl, In the circlet of gems above ; No storm to chill her fond heart In her home of heavenly love. AWAKE UNTO RIGHTEOUSNESS. In memoriam of the late Mrs. Andrew Beck, of Saltford, who died, esteemed by all, 14th July, 1884. Awake unto righteouness, Not idly dreaming ; A loving wife and mother With hope's rays streaming From eyes, whose modest beauty Told of the soul within, Told of the faith and homage That kept her free from sin. Mourn not — her prayer was heard That her daughter's face A woman's soul would illumine With a heaven born grace ; So weep not, christian friends, With flowers deck her grave, To bloom among the grasses While o'er her tomb thev wave. MAY DUNLOP. MAY DUNLOP. A7 Thine eyes are like twin stars in the heavens above, Twinkling so merrily, with their light of love ; Thy face like the angels', so pure and sweet. Budding into beauty, unclouded by deceit. Thy locks of waving hair are like the raven's wing To thy parents' hearts much happiness wilt thou bring, A merry, merry maiden mayst thou always be ; May thy voice always carol in its innocent glee. LINES in memoriam, dedicated to Mrs. E. J. Copeland, on the death of her son, at Los Angeles, Cal. How I miss thee, my first born, my well beloved son, And I'll try on bended knees to say, " Thy will be done," Every morn and night, until my race on earth is run — God knoweth best. The birds are caroling gaily, o'er thy new made grave ; Sweet flow'rs are shedding their fragrance o'er thy heart 80 brave ; 'Mong the trees the breezes play, as if thy love they crave, While thou'rt at rest. Thou art happy in thy home by the golden river. Pouring forth thy praises to the Heavenly Giver Of celestial and terrestial joy, who sends Death's quiver To mortal breast. There we wiU meet again, to dwell in rapturous joy With Cherubim and Seraphim, will sing, my dearest boy, Where no stain of sin, or tarnish of earth's alloy, Can mar thy crest. '^ i Ig PHILOMBKU. PHILOMENE. I thank you for your baby's gift — Her portrait and her flowers — On this Feast of Corpus Ghristi, When Dame Nature fills her bowers With sweet buds of rarest beauty, June roses and lilies white, Crimson tipp'd daisies — Burns' lov'd flow'rs, My passion and fond delight. May your babe advance in beauty, May her life no sorrow know ; And may her maidenhood be orown'd With the joys of earth below. Written on presenting Miss Bluasom Roberts witli a copy of my " Forget Me Not " Waltz. Dear Blossom, thou'rt well named, I trow, For thy face is bright and fair ; Thy dark eyes shine With light divine, Madonna-like is thy hair. Music will wake to life thy soul, And soon will we hear thy name ; A brilliant star Thou'lt shine afar On the treasur'd Book of Fame. To thee this pretty waltz I give. Which I named '• Forget Me Not" ; Its strains are sweet For pretty feet. It will charm seme one I wot. ttLiEUY. ELEGY. (To an Old Friend.) 19 Many years have pass'd since they laid thee down to rest, True child of Erin, thou didst love that land the best ; Thou wert loving and kind in my childhood's early days, I prize thy mem'ry yet — thou art worthy of all praise. Thy daughters, too, have joined thee, in the spirit land, How oft they pray'd around thy knee, a happy band ; But had they liv'd they ne'er could mourn thee more than I, Yet I hope with thee they're happy, praising the Most High. rot ELECiY.— MBS. E. MOORE. Credo in Uuum Deum. While St. Peter's choir was singing On came the Angel of Death, And while the Angelus bell was ringing A mother drew her last breath. Faithful she Hved— faithful she died, A loving mother and wife ; Faithful to her Lord crucified. Adoring Him all her life. She has gone from a world of care To the Sacred Heart of Love, A glorious crown she will wear In the Father's home above. 20 LONC^ WILL YE MOURN. LONG WILL YE MOURN. Dedicated to the family of the late Mrs. Archib Dioxsom. Long will ye raourn your sweet mother's care, Long will ye listen to her oft repeated prayer, *• Thy will be done on earth, Lord, even unto me. Thou art my Guide — my all — I will place mv hope in Thee. ** Haaven will ba my home, and from tha eternal shore My voic3 will echo back the love to you I bore ; Help each other day by day, with a loving hand. And be ready all to meet me in the better land. "A few short years have roU'd along — death knocks at thy door, Again art thou bereaved, thou'rt sadder than before ; Thy fond father whom I lov'd has left thee — God is thy guide. He will ne'er forsake the children of the Bridegroom and bride," ELEGY. Beatus bir qui timet Dominum. — Mattiisw J. Leonabo. Oil ! why did God send his angel Death To thy home of comfort and peace? Thou wert good and true, an earthly saint And now thou'rt gone where sorrows cease. To the suffering thou didst give joy, To the weary thou didst give rest ; And in tLy heart faith ruled supreme, Life's ever beatific guest. And she to whom thy fond love was given, Mourns thee at noon and eventide ; For thee will she pray, while life doth last. Thy ever-faithful widow'd bride. MRS. FANN\ ARMSTRONG. MRS. FANNY AKMSTRONG. (Floriat.) Like thy flowers that bloom In spring time, Erst the frost has said good-bye, In thy prime ,., ^ ,. Wert thou stricken— thou didst he Nearing the silent tomb. The June roses crowned thee With their wealth, And the lilies bade thee rise In good health : And now each floweret vies In Te Deums with me. 21 TO A PHYSICIAN'S WIFE. Loving, kind and gentle, Happy mother and wife ; May sorrow's darkened cloud Ne'er enshroud thy life. May thy friendship ever Be true and sincere ; And if thy helping hand Sjme sad heart can cheer, Let thy love like sunshine Illumine their path, And God will reward thee For love of those He hath, Who go about doing Good to those in pain, Kind acts to whom will be Sunshine after rain. Then may God spare thee long, Thy noble husband, too ; May thy son have talents That are given to few. ■ y^H" 22 8UK8UM COKDA. SUKSUM CORDA. Linea reapeotfnlly dedicated to Mr. and Mrs. Fbaiix liAWRSNCE on the death of their little daughter, Oiucni. Lift iip your hearts to the Most High, To your olive branch beyond the sky — To the decree, all men must die, Must ye fond parents bow. For now ye know your chain of love Has one pure link in Heaven above, A link — your greatest treasure trove. Your angel Gracie now. For thee her angel voice will ring. And to your hearts God's grace will bring. That now with her God's praise you'll sing Until you meet above. Weep not — courage — her pain is o'er. Safe in Ghrfst's arms for evermore, Safe anchor'd on the Heavenly shore With the Father of Love. STANZAS TO LORD CECIL. Huron welcomes thee, Cecil, Albion's saint. Thy banner will float o'er the hearts of the faint ; Thy banner unfurl'd bears the crescent of truth, Life's harvest in old age, from seed sown in youth. Thrice welcome, Lord Cecil, in hut and in hall, Thy mind is a diamond, superior to all ; The mines of Golconda yield nothing so bright As the Gospel of Him who turns darkness to light. A poet's pen traces this tribute to one Who lives only to praise the Eternal Son, Whose jewels are crosses, whose sword is The Word, Whose crown is the helmet of Jesus our Lord. I KUBY. HUBY. Inscribed to Mr. and Mrs. John W. Eowaroi. When flowers were in their budding beauty, With fragrance so pure and sweet, Thy flow'r, thy babe, was taken to bloom In Heav'n at the Saviour's feet. Her love for thee will ne'er decay, Tho' her infant lips are mute ; In Heaven she sings with the angels To the sounds of harp and lute. A ruby in the heavenly crown, 'Twill shine among diamonds bright ; Its rays will ever o'ershadow thee And lead thee with lieav'nly light. MISS MYUTIK IRENE JOHNSTON, On her birthday, Oct., 1887. •• Friday's child is loving and giving," So saith this album wise ; Then, Myrtie, the Father of Heaven Will guide thy loving eyes, To things of beauty, which fill the soul With the grandeur above, And tnne thy innocent childish voice To trill sweet notes of love. TO LENA. Thou hast a face, Lena, a princess niighl envy, On thy cheeks blossom the roses, Thy coral red lips whisper of liove's happiness, In thy presence joy reposes. Ever may thy hand be given to succor the needy, May thy voice chase all care away, »* May the blessings of Heaven descend on thee daily, With the sun's effulgent ray. ^Hm /' > 24 ASPERGEH ME DOMINE. ASPERGES ME DOMINE. George Carroll, of St. Peter's ohoir, Goderioh, who died in California in 1888. Far, far from those who love thee, In a strange land, Didst thou leave this world of pain At thy God's command. But thou didst see the beauties Of that golden shore ; To fit thee for the treasures Won by those before. And with them now you're singing Hosannas soft and sweet ; For " Not ashamed of .Jesus," Oft our ears did f^^reet. f i« the holy Christmas time. Or on Easter day, ; >id8t thou fill St. Peter's ^hoir With jubilant lay. " Adeste Fidelis " soon Will float thro' the air— Grand tune, humbly sung by thee, Now a crown you wear. IN MEMORIAM. Lines affectionately inscribed to the sorrowing family of the late Mr. John Luby, who died 22nd Aug., 1886. Thy father has gone to the land of rest. On his grave shines the August sun, A molten sea of gold, a fitting crest For the Christian prize he has won. Bequiescat in pace. Weep not ; his spirit rejoiceb above, Earth's battles for him have no care, But ye, for whom he chensh'd untold love. Daily breathe for his scul this pray'r, Bequiescat in pace. A LOVE TOKKN, A LOVE TOKEN. To Mas. Lamprey, on the dnath of her ton Robert. Just before midnight came the summons, •' Christ wants thee for His angelic band, For hast thou faithfully done thy work, Gome now with me to the better lai;d." Why should we weep when the rose is pulled? If left it would die upon the tree ; We want its fragrance, and break the stem. So God took him from earth and thee. Weep nol ; he's ttafe on the golden shore ; Temptation cannot sully his heart. Weep not ; Christ will thy wounded soul heal And to thee his great blessings impart. 95 he I liN MEMOKIA^I. Hespectfully inacribed to the friends in Jesus of the late Uev. Charles McManus, who died in his parish at Windsor, beloved by his people. " Thou art a priest forever accord- ing to the order of Melchisedeo." Tired and weary, like the martyrs of old, Day by day didst thou draw souls to the fold ; On thy heart's banner these names are enrolled, Jesus, Mary, Joseph. Before God's altar, a High Priest wert thou, Humbly kneeling, teaching mankind to bow To the glorious light that beams on thee now, Jesus, Mary, Joseph. ^ Like the minstrel boy. thy harp is at rest ; Its sacred chords ever filled thy pure breast With these hallowed names, thy heavenly crest, Jesus, Mary, Joseph. 1 1 ^6 WKANDPA. GRANDPA. DocoAL Moore, Esq. With wavy locks of silv'ry white, With soul as pure as morning light, With voice as sweet ar^ bird on wing ; May heav'n to him new blessings bring. May many days to him be giv'n, That he maj lead more souls to heav'n, And be a joy to those on earth, To those who owe to him their birth. 1:1 And when death seals his mortal eyes, With his lov'd ones in Paradise He'll praise his God in endless song, For now his faith is firm and strong. il> IK MEMORIAM. Lines raspeotfuUy inscribed to Mb3. Robert WmsoN, Miple street, oa the doat'i of her aloptai datjhtar, Mary Wilson, aged 1'^ years and 10 months. When thy husband's kind eyes were closed To all that he cherished on earth, Thy Mary, like a bud of hope, Cheer 'd thy heart with innocent mirth. The beautifully moulded hands Were busied in love's acts for thee ; The gentle voice on earth is hush'd Which once trill'd in innocent glee. • But no sorrow can pierce her hoart ; She has gone to the world above ; Tjike Seraph, her spirit has flown 'to the shores of eternal love. L 3.ple son, ALBUM VBM9B9. 27 ALBUM VERSES. To Cabbib Smith. Like the lillies of the valley. Carrie. That grace this album of thine, May thy young life be pure and sweet, Carrie, And truth from thy dark eyes shine. Like the fern that keeps its beauty. Carrie, Preserved from the bun's strong light ; May the great love of the Savior, Carrie, Keep you lovely in His sight. GOD KNOWETH BEST. Lines respectfully dedicated to Mrs. Wm. SMiin, on the d««,th of her husband, the late W. Smith. Engineer. In peace let him rent In the mercy of his God, Whilst thou fe ^'st the chastening rod, Whilst thou >^ r ^.est o'er the sod, God knoweti. best. In peace let him rest ; His life on earfch is run. His earthly task is done. Toil'? rDldei' crown is won ; Go! kr< weth best. lu pea?*? let him rest ; Th^ Br >t ;.erhood will mourn. Thy h? f>rc with grief is torn ; Es'ii :v fe beyond the bourne, God knoweth best. In peace le« him rest ; In bliof/ful realms above, The h's>me of Heavenly loye, He sees the treasure trove. Go4 knoweth best. i i 28 THY MOT:iER. THY MOTHER. Respectfully dedicated to the fanriily of the late Mbh. Jaurs Sadnpers, who died, June 17ti4, 1884, belo',ev' hy all who knew her. Thy sainted motlier has fouiT^ Vcm Upon her Savior's loving brhat.; She has only gone before. Her pain has ceas'd, her spirit's free, Her joy is for eternity Upon the heavenly shore. - . I- • Her faith was strong, her love sincere ; Her children, to her heart, more dear Than gold from Afric's sands, ' Her voice so sweet, in praise oft heard, Her life so pure,. God's holy word .. Her well obev'd command. " I will not forsake thee," she said To lov'd.ones 'round her dymg bed, ' .. "Nor leave thee," firm in truth, Firm in salvation's holy name. To love her God, her highest aim. The God she lov'd in youth. Weep not, lov'd ones, God in Heaven Knew, her earthly, love was given /To him 5 her time had come, tter strength; had- gone, her spirit cridd ' '. ; To be.with the lamb, tJie Crucified, Her earthlv race ,vas run. A wish. . Slay Cupid's arrows in thy breast Ensure a calm, eternal rest ; A chaplet of roses may he lay At thy feot, ev'ry summer day.' ho TO MISS ANNJE DOYLE. TO MISS ANNIE DOYLE. (Chitrch Street.) Annie so true, Thine eyes of blue, And hair of tinted gold ; Thy gentle face. And air of grace, Fr«8h from Nature's mould. Forget me not. Where'er thy lot On lafe's broad sea be cast ; May no rude wind Disturb thy mind, /Or chill thee with its blast. And Annie, dear, Thy parents cheei With loving words and kind, And God will bless With loveliness Thy body, soul and mind. •29 p 'I TO MR. AND MKS. J. SHEPHERD, (On the death of their little daughter.) Sweet blossoming flow ret, Of tender mould, More precious co thee Than j^ems or gold ; Thy sweet earthly treasure, Now in the fold Of the Lamb. Lay uer mid the tiow'rs, Fragrant and bright, Emblems of the glory Before her sight, In the bdnutiful laud The saints delight. With the Lamb. •i? m I I 80 THE BOSARY OF PEARLS. THE ROSARY OF PEARLS. Llneti to my ooailn, Mra. M. J. Leonard on reoaivinj from her a ^i.'t of a Roaary of Pearls. This Rosary of pricaless pearls. So prt*ci3U8 to me ; Like fr.igr.ino3 fr )in tha summar flow'ra * That grow beside the sea. Where sea-weed and the coral dwell Beneath tha dark blue wave ; And whdrj some trjfisura soakar may Have found a watery grave. May Haaven bless this gift of paarls To purify my soul ; And spotless as a lily kaap, While seasons onward roll. V Andmiy n3W gracas from it spring, That to my pen be given ; A ray of light, for ev'ry eye Tu lead souls on to heav'n. For language is a priceless gem, Its rays are like the sun ; And he who kaaps it like tliosa paarls A crown above has won— A crown no tarnish can destroy, A crown no king can wear. Unless his soul is fr33 from stain Like jewels, rich and rare. And now when I my baais will say : "Our B'ather who art in Heav'n, " I'll not forgifc tlj33, Lilly dear, Who to me these beads are giv'u. And wl^eii I say ten H lil Mary's I'll ask our Mother dear To beg lier Son to Sind thee wealth, And a happy, bright New Year. FBAOMENT. ftl FRAGMENT. Imnrompta Imsa writtsn on raoeivinj; the poam •• RDj.»ry of Pearls, " by Eloisa A. Skimings, re- ceiver of my gift. Tha gift 80 poor, when it was given, How rich it has become ; With prayer to her the sinless one, And glory to the Son. The pearls beneath the ocean wave, Send upward with the spray Their praise of her— the star who shines To light the trackless way. And when a heart of purest gold Uplifts itself for me, Mother Mary — ddign to hear, You know I trust in thee ; And backward send to her so good A blessing from thy shrine ; With rays of light to guide her feet Unto that home divine. LiLLiE LsoNABD, Boohester, N. Y. MAUD 8. Dear merrie Maud, thy priz'd flowers. Sweet emblems of purity are ; May thy young life, like sunny hours, No sorrow have power to mar. The sure "return of happiness" Thy lillies of the valli>y say ; In this life's dreary wilderness We find God's love alway. Dsar merrie Maud, thy lov'd flowers Yestere'en bedeck'd a young bride's breast, Plucked for the bridal from tl^irbow'rs, "In aftsr years" most fondly prest. t;^ i ; 4 ii ^n 1} i 82 TO MRS. r. SALLOWS. ODE. I iBcribed to Mrs. It. SALLOWik Tlie wiutpr moon, with placid smile, Looks down upon earth and saa ; And at our feet, lAke ma^ic sweet, Is the branch of every tree ^ Etched on the snow with artistic touch, OntsLilling the painter's pow'r; While hif^h above, This light of love. Falls alike on trea and t3W*r. What love divine has God for man. When He guards him night and day t While this we trace, For Adam's race Sun and moon hive slnna alw.iy. O'er forest, o'er desarfc, o'er plain. O'er mou'itain. valley aiil S3a, Thy heavenly light. So clear and bright. Will shine to eternity. CAllRIE AXD KATE. Two merry mai lens ; The light of their home. Innocent mn'th flows Wherever they roam. Always together At study or play ; Badiant as the stars, Happy gir'.s are they. May life's shadows ne'er Fall upon their hearts ; May love's sun join them closer Witli his goldeu darts. LIN£6. d8 Lines regpeotfully inscribed to the members of the Silver Cornet Band, on the loaa of their much beloved leader, ^ JOHN DUCKHAM, ESQ. Weep not for your leader, he was anxious to join The angelio band above ; His last moments on earth were devotedly spent In pray'r to the God of Love. Weep not for your leader when you march by his side '" H To his last resting place on earth ; Let the clarion'r. notes trill with unrestrained joy, Bejoice at liis spirit's new birth. LINES Inscribed to the little children who made their first communion at St. Peter's, on Sunday, June 27, 1880. "COM! TB LITTLE CHILDBEN CNTO KE." •♦Come ye little children unto me. For of such is the kingdom of Heaven ; " Such were the words of our Divine Lord, Such dear ones the command he has given. Dear little soldiers o£ Christ you'll be, With wreaths and breast-knots of virginal white, When ye kneel at the altar God's glory Will surround ye, in a halo of light. Be brave, little ones, and be pure of heart, For God loveth innocence, such as thine ; Daily ask Him your past sins to fbrgive, " Yea," He will say, *' ye are ohildten di taioid." ii* i:' 34 TO GERTIE 8. TO GERTIE 8. Gems of starry blue, seem thine eyes. Ever thy love, I'll highly prize ; Refrain from idleness alway, Try hard to study every day ; Implore God's blessing, Gertie dear, Ever your parent's hearts to cheer. IDA. Soon will the wreath and bridal veil Encircle thy queenly brow ; Thy modest and angelic face Tells of sincere love I, know. Thy voice that trills the Father's praise Has charmed a fair stranger'ri heart ; And I perchance must lose theo too ; Alas ! Ida — must we part. May loving hands clasp thine alway, May sunny smiles, love's heavenly ray. Be thine forever and for aye — Loved Ida. TO MISS FRANCES HINCK8. Fair as a flower Is thy sweet young face, Like a liquid stream Doth thy blue eyes gleam. Robing thee with grace. May you l.luom thro' life Like a lily pure ; May your talents rare Be nurtured with care, God's love to ensure. TO JESSIE. 86 TO JESSIE. Like a rosebud opening in spring Thy name is soft and sweet ; Filling the heart with rapturous throbs AVhen thou art by. Like the dew on the morning flowers Before the sun's rays fall, Love and friendship hover around us When thou art nigh. Faith is written on thy noble brow, Firm as the Pyramids ; Thy sweet voice trills in rapturous chords To the Most High. TO VERA. Sunshine surrounds thee, Pride of your homo ; Happy as the birds 'Neath heaven's dome. May your life be spent In doing good. If God spares you, Vera, To womanhood. TO HELENA REID. ThDu art kind, Helena, kind and fair ; A coronet might grace thy hair. Thy love of home shines from thine eyes, The love of truth thy hps do prize. Aim at perfection, 'tis the best part ; Love your Creator with all your heart. \ IJ m TO WILLIE 8HEEHAN. TO WILLIE SHEEHAN. On rocoivin.:? hi8 portrait. Your face is lovely, Willie, But not too good to sevve Befor<3 God's holy altar, Frniii which wish you'll not swerve. 'Tis a good rosolve. Willie, T.) heal the wounded soul. For sin's rude billows, Willie, Like lofty mountains roll. So, W^illie, pray ev'ry morning, And at evening's tide ; That you will be spar'd to preach The Lord Jeaus cruoififid. TO KATE. (Mrs. W. ItHYNAS.) Faithful to a mother's love, Nobly hast thou filled her place ; Trouble never banished hope From thy youthful, smiling face. Kate, mayst thou in future Have \\o grief nor pain to bear ; May thy chosen friend protect thee. And with thee his blessings sharo. PHCEBE. Purest love flows from thy soul. Happiness dwells in thy heart ; Oilier friends can I enroll, Each to me love's joys impart. But I love thee best of all. E'er thy friendship I recall. MAMIE. *7 MAMIE. There's a little maiden I love to meet, With flaxen curls so trim antl neat, With eyes so blue. I always love to greet Mamie. She's bri<3;ht as a star in the azuro sky ; Iler voic3 is sweet as a lullaby ; She always goes to school without a sigh ; Mamie. She's bufidinf? into beauty most rare ; Her cheek its crimson with the rose might share ; Her beauty will soon be without compare ; Mamie. BERTHA BAIN. If, Sinj? the praise of Christ the King, | Sing His praises all day long ; ^* Let the air with anthems ring, Tune thy voice to sscred song. Thou art modest as a violet. Bertha Bain, dear Bertha Bain ; Ever may you happy be. In your heart may Jesus reign. LAURA POTTER. Dainty little Laura With rosebud mouth ; Daughter of a soldier From the sunny south. Thou art his pride, Laura, With thine e'en of blue. . Life's cares to him are naught Whilst thou art true. 88 EMMA HALL. ^ EMMA HALL. So like a fairy, Thy face like tbo lily's white ; With step S3 airy And eyes like the tttars at night. Thy father's treasure, , Busy as the honey bee ; TiOve without measure In his fond heart, is foi \ Lonicr may'st thou be left To ^ild the home with earth's joy ; Love — the golden weft, Virtue — woof, without alloy. TO LIZZIE. Like a saraph thy voioa floats on the air, In my memory thou hast of love u share ; Zephers might envy its whispering tone, Ziphirs at play, when tha h.>t day is done. Think of thy voica wlien cool breezes play Elflike and sweet to me — it seems alway. Beauty in thy paintings too I discover. A woodlantl som2 of maple tr333 and clover ; Yellow pansies. and purple ones, too I see. Looking as bright as i atura wishes them to be Every day of thine is lent thee to improve, Yet only to make thee feal that God is love. JENNIE. nka laddie feels thy pow*r, For bonny is thy e'en ; Thy winsome face Will deck wi' grace The hame o' which thou'rt queen. * TO MISS LIZZIE LOOAM. TO MISS LIZZIE LOGAN. Lizzie, thino heart is light, Then keep it ao ; Drive sorrow from your heart Where'er you go. Be a friend good and true, To tho^e you love ; O'er their path blossoms strew, To bloom above in the crown for God's own Who trust in him ; And reap what he has sown, Like 8eraphini. Keep thou before the mast O'l life's rude sea ; Love's pilot rules the blast For you and me. 89 , i: COttA. 1 know a pretty glade Where the honeysuckle grows ; I know a pretty maid, As pretty as a rose ; She swings beneath the trees Arch'd o'er her wavy brown hair ; Butterflies on the breeze Seem to flutter round her there. Her home is by the lake. W^here she sees its dancing wave, And where the breezes make Her for its pleasures crave. And now when winter throws A gloom o'er lake and hill, Her face with pleasure glows, Not fearing winter's chill. I .-i ' ;i JkO TO MISS ELLEN DONAGH. TO MISB ELLEN DONAGH. Evar mayst thou happy be, Life holds precious gifts for thee ; E'en if now a shadow lay Around thy heart— 'twould pass away. Ne'er forget the friend you leave On Huron's shore, and believe Regretfully I part from thee. Yours very sincerely. TO MY GODCHILDREN, (Fannie, Flobrie and Geobge.) May you walk in Virtue's path, Where knowledge and modesty dwell ; May you love honor and truth That in beauty you may excel. In beauty of mind and heart, Hurling back earth's dross temptation, And nobly sacrifice self On the altar of humiliation. TO THE MISSES SALKELD, (Mart and Martha.) Sweet ilow'rs of humility, your parents, I trow, Prize highly your true goodness of heart, I know j Like daisies bright your haael eyes sparkle and gleam, Then like those modest flow'rs— happy maidens alv/ays seem. Martha and Mary— thy names such blessings suggest For those who safely lie on their Redeemer s Yes dear Mary and Martha, your Jesus adore, Like those good sisters of old, who have gone TO COUSIN ANNA. TO COUSIN ANNX (Mrs. Joseph Skzkkbb.) Dear Cousin,— I'll write you a letter For want of something to do much better. It's raining so hard I cannoii go out To get some news to write you about. I wish I could talk to you, now and then, 'Twould be so much nicer than using my pen ; But, dear cousin, that pleasure, you see, Is, and has been, denied you and me. But * long roads have a turning," they say,* If one has the patience to wait each day. like me in a dream I had last night Of the American shore, which came in sight, A mirage so lovely it haunts me yet. And its beauty I never will forget. I've stood oft on our banks, in waking hours, To watch the mirage, after heavy showers, But I've never seen it save in my dream, Which to vou most ridiculous will seem. But dreams make me happy, many a time, ' When annoyance and cares oft combine To keep me at home, so I travo' by dream And visit Ireland and Rome without any steam. il 1 HI MAY BIRD. Dear little Mabel, thou'rt like the flowers That bloom in the month of May ; Like th3 bir Is that warble tlieir happinsss This beautiful month of May, Your grandmamma loves the flowers, MaybirJ, That bloom in this month of May ; Eut tliou art the loveliest of t'lem all This beautiful month of May. Sing, little Maybir J, dancs round the May poli. Be happy this month of May ; My own birth-month, like thine, Maybird, This beautiful month of May. n 42 TO ALICE. TO A^-TCE. I'm tliinkingf of tlioa, f*tic3, as you wander'd long ago, With your lovely smiling face, and your heart as puro as snow ; Love's tender light boam'd from thine eyes, thou wert thy father's pride ; A baautaoug modast maiden, whom death olaimad for his bride. How oft you watched with pleasure true, for sails on Huron's breast. How oft you pick'd up sea-shells, which its playful waves caress'd ; How oft you picked the flow'rets, which on ev'ry hill- side bloom, And now thou'rfc lying, Aliao, in th3 cdM and silent tomb. But not alone, dear Alics. thou art with thy Mother dear In the home above the skies, wuere no parting can you fear; Thou art happy now, dear Alica, nor crown, nor golden store Could tampt thee to thy home again, by Huron's love- ly shore. TO MRS. M. BLACK, On racaivin j; from her on St. Patrick's day, 1837, a beautiful silver napkin rin.^ with a aiianarock Bpray engraved thereon. How beautiful the shamrock traced on this nap^'in ring. If St. Patrick wera h^ra. 'twould most siirely make him sing. This lovely silver gift makes my heart with rapture turn To Erin's lovely loughs, to its mountains and its burn. Thy eyes like Irish diamonds, shine with a happy light ; Thy voice is full of kindness, for those who act aright ; Thy hands are ever doing good, in some act of love, To tho3e who are not bless'd as thee, with gifts firom Heaven above. LINES. LINES Aff30tionat:ly insoribed to the Misses Gertie Doyle and Carrie Shannon on presenting the At. Rev. John Walsh. Bishop of London, at St. Peter's, wit a a bmuti^al bo^aet and wreath of Shimrosk leaves, Ooierioh, Ont., 12th Deo., 1888, Confirma- tion Dav. 48 : J I, Dear little miidens, tby gifts ara like inoanse To our belov'd Bishop's heart; ' For well doth he know that innooenoe and lova Their fragrance to him impart. With thy lovely flowra and shamrock leaves so green, Emblems of om' holy faith; When St. Patrick in his hand a shamrock held, <' The Godhead in One " he saith. Then wreath thy green shamrocks 'round our Bislkop's brow, All honor to his pure name ; May he be exalted, while upon this earth, Drawing souls to Christ, his ain;^. EABL. List to the whispering breezes, "We love thee, Karl," they say ; The birds that fly from bough to bough. The dove that coos so soft and low, The humming bird that fears no foe, **We love thee, Karl," they say. Thy voice is sweet as nightingale's. That sings its roundelay ; Thy face a Beubens would admire. Thine eyes his artist brush inspire. The poet praise thee on his lyre, "We love thee, Karl/' they say. i'y 1 44 ''0 PAXNIK. TO FANNIE, (Mrs. W. D. Alexander, Niagara Falls,) on writing in her album on her wedding eve. Dear Fannie, in turning these pages o'er, I note the charm 'd name Alexander, Who now, beside being a prophet true, , Will soon be your gallant commander. He writes, " Happy will be the little man ; " Yea, thrice happy, I trust, he will be, With the rays of love's sunshhie, dear Fannie. Which forever Avill encompass thee. MA(i(TlK CAMERON. Can I forget thy playful wiles ? Maggie Cameron, Thy mouth enwreathed with sweetest smiles, Maggie Cameron. Thy hand outstretch 'd in friendship true. Sweet flow'rs of kindness dost thou strew, Thy life is pure as ev'ning dew, Maggie Cameron. MISS NETTIE CRABB. Nettie, youthful Queen of Song, Innocent, joyous and bright ; Tune thy voice ever to Him; For in song doth He delight. Cherubim and Seraphim Fill Heaven with their sweet snng ; And the birds with tuneful voice Sing His praises all day long. Thank Him, Nettie, morn and night, For this sweet, gift from above ; May you win laurels, Nettie, While praising the God of Tiove. 1^ ' ^ 5' A REVERIE. 4ff A REVERIE. As I wanler'd by tin I'Dadsila One giorioua autumn eve, I dwelt upon the beauties of the scane ; Above, the clouds, like mountains, Which later fell in foutains, Sailed in majesty o'er Huron's sea of green. At my feet a bed of mint grew wild, "With blossoms sweet like heather, And stooping pick'rl a tiny, fragrant spray. I thought of all God's love and care. To paint the fields with verdura rara. And deck the humble mint in blossoming array. guidin"? band that paint*, the fields, Gild the autumn of our lives With heavenly rays which from thy hand procaeds, That all our works will in Thy sight Appear too Thee as blossoms bright. Wafting sweettss perfumo to wher3 thy glory leads. TO MISS MINNIE STRACHAN. On wrltln.;? in her autograph album. If Willie choso the last page, yet I will choose the first ; And like fragrant mignonetta, Or a rom just burst. May our triemory be as sweet In thy loving heart ; May thy mind be a retreat For music and art ; May thy home with love abound, May Innocence reign, Thi!; purest joy may be found, All pleasure— no pain. i \4 ! ^1 ?;■ J 46 hi ) GERALDINE. GERALDINE. Theu art a friend, Geraldine, Thy face with goodness glows, And from thy true, loyal heart Sincere affection flows. Thou wert a happy maiden In thy fond parents' home ; And now with thy kind consort In happiness thou 'It roam. Where'er thy Jot may be cast No sorrow wilt thou know ; If earthly love can guard thee Thou wilt be blest, 1 trow. Arid if my prayers can bring thee, And thy two handsonie boys, Other blessings from above, Then may thy heart rejoice. \ TO MISS MABEL HYDE. Hamilton. Thine eyes are of blue, of truth they tell, Of truth, heaven's own priceless gem. Thy heart, whose cliords of love excel The harp's sweet strains ; love's diadem Thine eves so blue, So fond, 80 true. " Home, sweet home," is the chords they love. Home on earth and in heaven above. TO LYNN. Mb0. W. a. Moork, Luckuow. To deck thee for thy bridal, on this thy wedding day, I bring you, with my best love, this beautiful boquet. Altho' it's a stormy, wintry mon^, the flow'rs are as gay As they'd be in tlie spring time, in merrie, merrie May. ^g^am IN MEMORIAM. IN MEMORIAM. Written by request, and respeotfally inscribed to Mas. DoNAiiD Fraser, Gibbons street, Goderioh, on the death of her eldest ohild, Sydney. •' Abide with me," my Sydney, While my task seema hard to bear ; Hard to know that on this earth I'll never see thee more, ne'er See thy smile at my return, Nor hear thy fresh young voice in Accents fraught with filial love. But we will meet again, meet To part no more, in the world Of heavenly rest, of promise Of eternal joy. The .Vine, The living Branch, whose tendrils Take root in the heart alone. Knew that our love was earthly, That our hearts clung to our ohild. And now we,„with humble trust In God's goodness, in his word, " Come to me all ye that are Laden, and I will refresh ye," We will join in the anthem, " Abide witli me." 47 I i TO MRS. MALCOLM NICHOLSON. In Meraoriam. Thy treasure was taken, God has willed it so. To draw thy heart to Heav'n From earthly things below. Thy angel babe no more Earth's pains will ever feel ; So place thy trust in Christ, To His affliction kneel. I M 48 TO MONSIGNOR BRUYERE. TO MONSIGNOR BRUYERE, On his last visit to St. Peters, Goderioh, Deo., 1887. Thy life floweth on like a shining river, Clear as it's depths is thy soul ; May thy works take root and bring forth good fruit. That Mary's daughters may reach the goal. Like these flow'rs when the winter frosts have come. To rob them of their heaven-born beauty, Thy reverend face with sweet air of grace. Sheds over us the perfume of duty. TO SIBYL. Music and its sister song Hovers 'round thee all day long ; Modesty, with regal grace. Ever adorns thy sweet face. TO MONA. Thy soft cheeks are like blush roses, Mavourneen ; A smile in thine eye reposes, Mavourneen. . Thou art pretty and witty. For the poor thou hast pity Fill'd with generosity, Mavourneen. I hope fortune will favor thee, Mavourneen, And no sorrow assail thee, Mavourneen, For to thee God has given A chain by angels riven, Which will lead thee to heaven, Mavourneen I i TO ALLIE. *9 TO ALLIE. Mbh. FnKit. PniDHAM. A Happy New Year to you, AUie, Life has bright days for thee in store ; Like stars thine eyes shine and dance with glee, In joy may they sparkle evermore. E'en thy sweet voice has for me a charm, Singing sweetly like nightingale ; May no pow'r assail thee, frauglit with harm, E'en for a moment thy cheek to pale. AUie, if long days to thee are given, Try to bve all, and keep the chain riven Here on earth, and forever in heaven. ] TO LIZZIE. Trust thou in the Lord, Holy is His nama ; When life's shadows cross thy path let thy aim Be to look on High, then will they depart And tlie sunshine of gladness fill thy heart. Thou hast done thy duty in thy own home, Glory awaits thee in the world to come ; Kejoice and be glad, thy care is all o'er, God the Father is with thee evermore. Thou wilt return, bright as the evening star. Where now darkness reigns, hope's rays seem afar ; But soon they'll encircle thee, all will be bright. And joy, blessed joy, will be thine morn and night. TO A FRIEND, On presenting me with a honey comb. May the honey that flows from these waxen cells Be sweet Hke the mem'ry thou hast for me ; And may thy life flow like chimes of magic bells. And mayst thou many years of happiness see. i 80 BABY PEARL. BABY PEARIi. Baby Pearl is lovely. Baby Pearl is f?ood, Face as white as snowflake, in her pretty hocxl ; Threat'ning to go to Angel land, but I hope In the land of Womanhood her eyes will ope. Smiling sweet and pretty, when her hand you take ; I love her pretty ways for her mother's sake. • Like a daisy white when the spring time has come, Ever may she bloom, until God calls her home. TO MISS HULDAH WHITELY, Only dan{^lit(*r of the editor of the News-Rsoord, Clinton. Bright are thine eyes, like lamps they shine, Fountains of purity divine, Whose liquid depths betray a mine Of virtue rare. Then, Huldah dear, keep pure and true And heaven will always smile on you, For modesty is heaven's dew Without compare. AMY. Ijines on receiving a basket of apples in December. Thy cheeks like the apples, Are red as a .Tune rose ; Thy eyes are like a fawn's And black as any sloe's. • Would I were an artist. For Diana I'd take Thy graceful form and features Her fam'd portrait to make ; Or for bright young Hebe, Crown'd amid her flowers, With June's crimson roses Pulled from Eden's bowers. i i TO A OALI.A LILY. TO A CALLA LILY. Inscribed to Rev. Dr. and Mrs. Urb, on seeing a oalla lily in their oonaervatoi^, 5th March, 1885, How graceful how stately, how fair Art thou ill thy rare purity ; No flower with thee can compare, So grand thy virginal heauty. Tho' storms around thee fiercely rage. Or the snowflakes so softly fall, Yet art thou pride of host and page, An emblem of welcome to all. Yet not alone, thy noble leaves Like soldiers stand guard around thee. And with their love Paul's motto weaves, Christ's tribute— Faith, Hope, Charity. &1 ADELAIDE. We parted in a storm, Tho' 'twas the Sabbath eve ; A storm of sleet, not words, Which seal'd our taking leave. We ne'er may meet again. Thou' sunshine follows storm ; Yet ne'er will I forget Adelaide's face and form. VIDA BELL. Vessel of love, Vida Bell, Vessel of truth, I know well. Coy little maid, Vida Bell, Could I thy future foretell I'd make thee happy and gay As birds on this summer day. '1 52 TO TJTTf.K FUKT). TO LITTLE FRED. IriHcribed to MrH. Wilnon Balkeld. Who could not love thee, little Fred ? Who could not love thy curly head ? Who could not love thy lisping voice ? Thy hright eyes make my heart rejoice. Bright as diamonds, Fred, arc thine eyes. Blue as the summer's sunny skies ; If Heav'n spares you to manhood, Fred, Proud will the maid he whom you'll wed. TO MRS. GEORGE H. PARSONS. Thy friendship like ma^^ic is nectar to luc, Distilled from the fountains ©f love ; May thy life a garden of beauty he. In the beautiful land above. TO FANNIE BELL. How I love to look at thy vflvpt eyes, Whose admirer lives w ler s y skies ; Thy voice low and <3> o< ike a cooing dove. Tells the faitli i .ast in him hou dost love. 1/ FOUR LEAFM CLOVER. Inscribed to Miss Jlmma McPlierson on Poplar Hill. How many times, dear Emma, Have you wander'd o'er the meadow. To pick the four leaf d clover. All for me, all for me. t How many times, dear Emma, Have you prayed for good luck for me. And pick'd the four leaf d clover. All for me, all for me, (Jan I ever, dear Emma, Forget your pretty meadow, Where grows the four leaf d clover, AH for me, all for me. TO OLIVER WHITEl Y. TO OLIVER WHITELY. A mother's last request. •• Whore is my wandering boy tonight," A mother's last request, That her boy shouUl correctly play Tliat beautiful, melodious lay, To song — a grand bequest. One month later that fond mother lay Upon her dying bed ; •' No earthly pow'r can save her now, Death's seal is on both Ups and brow," Her kind physician said. Her musician boy I hope will bo Inspired with lofty pride, For music sweet. Heaven's chain of love, Twixt our souls and the choirs above. His soul's unerring guide. ove. TO HAY DEN. Like thy namesake, Hayden. thou must bo A musician of high degree ; Thy clustering curls and faultless brow, On thee regal dignity bestow. Never be vain — be noble and just, Remember. Hayden. thou art but dust. TO ISIE. I'll remember thee ever, Isie dear, Swset daughter of industry, may no tear Adown thy cheeks roll, but may roses bright Bloom there for aye ; and may love's holy light Ever beam from thine eye some heart to cheer. Living but for thy love, true and sincere. Low and soft is thy voice, Hke music sweet, As nightingale in her sylvan retreat. 54 TO ANNIE. TO ANNIE, (Mrs. J. Elmott.) I love to hear thy rich young voice When raised to give th' Almighty praise ; To Hiw it belongs — lent to thee To sing His sacred heavenly lays. This gift of song, how dear to all. More precious far than jewels rare. May your pure voice a fortune prove, And health be given you, is my prayer. TO SISTER STANISLAUS, Of St. Joseph's Convent. Thy voice, sweet sister, the angels have lent thee To draw to the heavenly mansions above All things that are hardened with love for things earthly, And turn their hearts' off ring to the God of love. TO ELLA, Mrs. W. Hale, on her wedding day. These boquets to thee and thy bridesmaid, To thy bridegroom and groomsman too, Are laden with perfume, dear Ella, Heaven's fragrance to breathe upon you. ESSIE. What a pretty, sweet name is thine, Essie. As pretty as pretty can be ; And a pretty, sweet face to match, Essie, As blooming as roses to me. TO MRS. MACARA. 'Tis sweet to feel friendship's warm glow, When sorrow's tears from sad eyes flow ; When hearts with wounds are pierced by care God bless thee friend, ray earnest prayer. i ' e e. KATIE MbLEAN. KATIE McLEAN. Child 3f 8ong, sweetest Katie, Thy voice seems ever near ; Can thy lov'd mother, Katie, Still whisper in thine ear. Such loving words, dear Katie, As from her lips did fall. Before deatli claimed her, Katie, And she obey'd the call. Clierish her mera'ry, Katie, Her wishes hold most dear ; And may thy voice, dear Katie, All hearts have power to cheer. And ever praise God, Katie, In your innocent glee ; "Caller Herrin," dear Katie, And hUthe ''Bonnie Dundee." FRANCIS JOSEPH. Thy name is high-sounding, 1 admit. Emperors have worn it before thee ; But tliou mayst excel in Irish wit. If not in grandeur of royalty. Be true to the country of thy birth. Be true to the good friends thou hast met ; Be true to thy God while on this earth, Thou'lt win a crjAvn by thy virtues yet. CLARA. Clara, joyous, bright and gay, Like a sunny summer day ; Hair so fair and eyes so dark, Voice as sweet as any lark. Clara, be sincere and true, Truth is sweet as heaven's dew; Love thou music, art and song, And be winsome all day lonj?. 55 i;!; W ii li i 66 IJTLU BOYNE. LULU BOYNE. Dedicated to Mrs. W. J. Smith on Lulu Boyne's first birthday. Like a little elf art thou, Lulu Boyne, Lulu Boyne ; A round cheek'd little fay, Lulu Boyne, Lulu Boyne ; A round cheek 'd little fairy, A laughing little fairy, So graceful and so airy, Lulu Boyne, Lulu Boyne. Why that twinkle in thine eyes ? Lulu Boyne, Lulu Boyne ; Koguish as a little fay. 1 juIu Boyne, Lulu Boyne ; Roguish as a little fay, Dancing like a little fay, Making sunshine all the day, IjuIu Boyne, Lulu Boyne. Tjittle teeth of pearly white, Lulu Boyne, Lulu Boyne, Peeping 'tween lips of coral, Lulu Boyne. Lulu Boyne ; ** Peeping 'tween lips of coral. Shining 'tween li])s of coral. We'll crown thee with laurel. Lulu Boyne, Lulu Boyne. TO TJLLIE, (Mrs. Capt. A. E. MoOre«or), on receivins a «ift of exquisite cards. Love cannot bind us more truly In golden or silken chain ; Like friends, we'll journey together, Love must in our bosoms remain, i wish you a Happy New Year, Ev'ry joy, no sorrow, no pain. 9t TO NAOMI. TO NAOMI. Naomi, thou'rt a blossom raro, A tender bud, divinely fair ; 0, mayst happiness be thy share, My Naomi beyond compare, I pray thy life be free from oare. 57 TO MISS MAUDE START. On receiving from her a boquet of liUies of the valley. Dear little Maude, thy prized flowers Sweet emblems of purity are ; May thy young life, like sunny hours, No sorrow have power to mar. The •« sure return of happiness," Thy lillies of the valley say ; In this Hfe's dreary wilderness We find God's love alway. Dear little Maiide, thy lov'd flowers Yestere'en bedecked a young bride's brsast, Pluck'd for the bridal, from their bow'rs, «« In after years " to be fondly press'd. TO INA'S PET CANARIES. Dear Dicky and Dot, how proud ye are. To bask in the* sun this autumn day ; Ye are young yet, but ye know the fond hand That feeds ye thro' the bars in your prison land. Ye often hear the " Woodland Whispers," Played by Miss Ina's nimble fingers, But ye sing not, tell me the reason why ? Must ye have a teacher, or are ye shy ? But perhaps, when the snn next year shines, Ye will warble a loving roundelay, Surpassing the notes of the human voice. And make your fluttering little hearts rejoice. 'i M 58 LINES. LINES Presented to Rf.v. Donald McGillivray on his leaving,' Goderjch, his home, for Ho-Nan, China. Tliou art going from Ontario's plains To the land of the Rising Sun, Over the mountains to Ho-Nan. To the land «f swv. ♦, perfume, Wafted from the flowers that bloom Over the mountains in Ho-Nan. Thou art young and full of manhood's vigor ; Thy life has been modell'd to go Over the mountains to Ho-Nan. The rice fields whisper to the breeze, " God's messenger comes o'er the seas, Over the mountains to Ho-Nan." God's messenger with banner unfurl'd To proudly float 'mong leaves of palm, Over the mountains in Ho-Nan. May the harvest of the Word Fill the granaries of our Lord, Over the mountains in Ho-Nan. STANZA, To R. S. Chilton, Esq., American Consul, Goderioh. A kindred spirit now greets thee With poesy's magic pen ; Well may thy nation admire thee. Most honorable of men. A poet's ardor fills thy soul, Parental love bedecks thy brow ; The brave old flag of stars and stripes Floats o'er none more loved than thou. 1 TRIBUTE OF LOVE. ff9 TRIBUTE OF LOVE. Ellex Kai.ph. Truth governs thy actions, Ellen, Its pure rays encompass thee ; M get guardian of young hearts, Ellen, In knowledge and piety. Science, too, makes thy bright eyes kindle With an all-poAverful tlame : May it burn still brighter, dear Ellen, Ou its scroll enroll thy name. lir:SSIE BElvU. When the stars shine bright in their beautiful home And the moon oasts a spell o'er thy face, Bessie, think of the pray'ra that reach heaven's blue dome. For thee oflfer'd at the tin-oue of grace— That life may bring thee roses, to last for aye, ,. Whose fragrance will inspire thee to rise i| Above the thorns of pride that bedeck life's pathway, And a crown will gild thy sacrifice, Wluch will vie with earth's gems in its beautv and pride. And be thine in the Kingdom above : Its glories earth's trials could never more efface, For the crown would be Heaven's own love. HALLOWE'EN. To MiSH Kate Watson. Hallowe'en, what a spell m thy name, As Burns, the immortal, portrays : Lovers, all the world o'er, this e'en Look for omens contain 'd in his lays. why let the future disturb us ? We have problems enough to solve Every morning of life, for the morrow Exists not, let the future dissolve New phases which now are mysteriei. 1 00 ' TO JENNIE. TO JENNIF. Jennie, fair flower of earth. Ever fill thy heart with mirth. Nothing b'oonis wherj s.idness raigns. No fairy charms the hirking pains, In life's jjyous. gladsimie glee, Ever then let thy spirit be. May thos3 tokens of our lovo A happiness to thee prove ; Cherish ii thy mom'ry dear A lovo for thos3 frien Is sinc3rj ; llaap the saed they've seatt3rjd e"er^ As gems to crjwn th93 ever^norj. TO MISS MULLIN. You have ask'd for " some linss." fair mailen. And I must fill some of the spaces : But the kind ^rus2 has flown, I'm afraid, And has left in my brain no tracas. Your sweet fac3 in my mind oft appears, Witli tru3 Mido'inidikf) purity ; Which ne'er will change in the after years. For love's rays, will be shed over thee. Thon, f lir mail, w'nn old aga driw=? apaco And your voyage through life at its clos3, Let your works be as pura as your fac3. That your soul with its God may raposo. TO A. B. Thy love is like the ivy that 'round tin oak doth cling ; May heaven smile upon it, that graoo from it may spring. _L I 3 M» WEDDING BELLS. 61 WEDDING BELIiS. Lineb dedicated to Mr. and Mms. John Macara, who were nmrried at Hull, 25th Apx'il, 1883. Cliinie, merrily chime, your silvery peal Joins two hearts in one, with Love's mvstic seal. C'iiinie. merrily chime, the sprinjjr time has come With Hopes leaves and flowers to enwreath their liome. Chime, merrily chime, the bridegrooui and bride Are youthful and pure, their fond parents' pride. Chime, merrily chime, their future foretell. As happy and glad as the tones of your bell. Chime, merrily chime, and breathe as ye chime Orisons to heaven, to be echoed thro' time ; Like sweet dulcet notes from Galilee's shore, With Christ at vour feast to remain evermore. LINES ON THE WRECK OF THE •♦SIMCOE." To Mias DoLUE PARsoNa, daughter of Capt. Parsons, one of the Burvivors, Capt. Hill, Commander. If Madly rages the storm in wildest fury blind, And all without is wintry, cold and bare ; The 'poor mariner bravely battles with the gale To save his life and comrades — his first care. The hissing waters surge around the doom'd craft, And bid deliaijce to the seaman's skill ; *' Lower the boats." The mandate is at once obey'd, But he who gave it sank — brave Captain Hill. And one by one they sink, ou earth to rise no more Until the sea gives up its hidden dead ; But tive are- spared, God's wondrous pow'r to feel, Sav'd from death's cruel chain, the doom all dread. Sav'd to the lov'd ones, whose trusting hearts were rent With an agonizing, torturing fear, That husband and brother might never more return To those the seaman loves on earth so dear. i.4 THE SHAMROCK. THE SHAMHOCK. To Archbishop Walsh. • Is it thy name, Or is it fame, That sends thro' our hearts such a rapturous thrill ? The roses bloom Lifts not from gloom The soul, e'en tho' ito beauty the oye doth fill. The hly white, And violet bright. Have a fragrance both exuberant and rare, But Faith's green leaf, The Gospel's sheaf, No beauteous flower can e'er with it compare. Thou three leaf'd stem. Faith's starry gem, May the lands that bear thee forever enshrine St. Patrick's name, St. Patrick's fame, And three persons in One, the Godhead divine. NOVEMBER FliOWERS. Hope amid despair, sweet flowers, Blossoming in winter bowers, Rare Chrysanthemums ; Purest white, and yellow too. Fresh as if the morning dew Had come down from Heaven on you, Sweet Chrysanthemums. In gold and crimson, too, ye bloom, Fit to bedeck a monarch's room, Grand Chrysanthemums ; Clustering in profusion wild, Type of innocence, in winter mild, Which by thy presence is beguil'd, Lov'd Chrysanthemums. 1 1 TO SARA. ^^'^ TO SARA. To Mrs. J. Molianshlin, on Uavinft Ooderioh with lier linsband, the Rev. J. McLftUKhlln, a miwionary to Vancouver. Thou art going from us Sara, Another's home to graoe. We'll sadly miss thy sparkling eyes, And sweetly smiling face. And he thy chosen one, Sara, Plas won a fitting bride. To assist him in his labors. Whether weal or woe betide. Thy parents will bless thee, Sara, Though sad 'twill be to part ; •' Whither thou goest I will go," Is written on thy heart. And God will bless thee, Sara dear, And guard thy sweet young life, I*'rom all the cares that may assail The missiomiry's wife. TO KLEANOIl liRADNEY, Infant danyhter of Mr. and Mrs. W. Me«nw, KamloopR. B. ('. Sweet flow'ret, thou art fondly entwined Around thy parents' heart ; Thy fair little dimpled infant clieeks, Their innocent love impart. Like a bud in its tender beauty, Thou'lt blossom pure and true. With a mother's patient, faithful love, Pure as heaven's own dew. Then may this first Easter of thy birth Heavenly blessings bring ; May thy little life be spar'd by Him, From whom all graces spring. \ ' 6fi A WTsri. A WISH. To Dr. J. H, Moore. I thank thee kindly for thy heart whole wish, That I may soon become a star, And in the literary firmament shine, And the scroll be seen afar. These poems all bloom in my daily life, No grand princely castle have I ; No stranjjer am I to Death, or Life's griefs. But the Great Physician is nigh. In my humble cottage Ho guides my pen. Where with Mozart and Moore I try To fill the world with music and with song. Life's most glorious melody. And when you read these " Golden Leaves " of mme, You will think that sorrow is sweet ; When it floods the soul with so grand a pow'r, In my lov'd humble home retreat. LINES TO MISS AGGIE DICKSON. Thy gift I prize highly, so pretty and bright, Of scarlet geraniums, and pink mix'd with white. And ivy so grean, 'tis a lovely boquet, I wish it could live and be fragrant alway. But it must perish, like the joys of this earth, A type of the heart, void of pleasure and mirth ; Our lives should be bright while we live, like these flowers, And cheer our dear friends in their sad weary liours. A WISH. To Rose, (Mrs. C. Cluness, Gait.) May Cupid's arrow in thy breast Ensure a calm eternal rest, A chaplet of roses may he lay At thy feet, every summer day. of TO MISS cAKun: amith. ^7 TO MISS CARllIK SMITH. liike tliose lillieH of the valley, Carrie, That grace this album of tliino, May thy young life ho pure and sweet, Carrie, And truth from thy dark eyes shine. liike tlie fern that keeps its beauty, Carrie, Preserved from the sun's strong light, May the great love of the Savior, ('arrie, Keep you lovely in his sight. TRIBUTE To Capt. AiulrewH, of the Stratford Salvation Army, after recoveriu;,' from fever. Thy barque has been rudely blown. Death almost niark'd thee for his own, Ihit God hath spared thee for his Son, To lead souls to Him. Gird on thine armor, sound his praise. In his service spend all thy days, The Lord of hosts from all byways. Lead thou souls to him. And may He give thee strength to wield The Gospel banntr, with Christ's blood aeal'd ; May thy work bear a fruitful yield, Of sav'd souls for Him. ' )se rs. TO MAGGIE PROUDFOOT. Maggie, pride of thy grandpa's heart, Thou dost caress his loving hand ; Hourly he watch'd thy little feet And listen'd to thy voice so sweet, Whose infant Hsps his heart's flame fann'd. GLADYS. Happy little Gladys, love's magic crown is thine, May life e'er keep it burnished, Gladys, cousm mme. ■ Hi 68 TO MY COUSIN MAY. 10 MY COUSIN MAY, Toronto, on receiving from her a beautiful bouquet on the night of the benefit concert in honor of Professor De Peudry, 1885. Such blossoms, dear May, Only true love can send, A tribute to song Which will to my voice lend A sweet thrill of gladness, To sing " Waiting " to-night ; And I'll thank you sometime For this bouquet so bright. TO MRS. JOSEPH LOGAN. Josie's Christmas Doll. " Mamma, pease dess iss d jll, For Santa Kaus to teep For me, when Kismas comes, An' when Ise t'ass ase^ p." " Yes, Josie, I'll dross it In this pretty lace dress You wore in the summer, And longer too, I guess. " I'll make it witli two puffs Upon its pretty sleeve. And trim it witli blue bows, For Santa Clans to leave " In your dollie's hammock, That hangs in yonder room ; If she looks like a bride We'll biv, H iice bridegroom. " Now, don't tease Kyfoodle, He'll tear the doll's lace' dress, And Santa Claus won't come Where dogs tear clothes, I guess." TO GEORGE G. JESHUr. 69 TO GEORGE G. .IKSHUP. Of the (^liicago '• Inter Ocean," on receiving from him his portrait anii oard of white and gold. Gold is tlie type of all that is true, Emblem of faith may it be to you ; On your card T traced the lines of gold, Bich edge — I trust will not grow old, George, tarnish it not with a careless aim, pjver let it urge you on to fame. TO MY COUSIN TASftlE, West Virginia, on receiving from her a golden eagle. What a fortune in a Christmas card, Tassie dear, A golden eagle, with its outstretch'd wings to cheer ; All the way from whert' Virginia proudly waves Her flag on old Ohio's siiore, pride of her braves ; May I this New Year pluck blossoms and leaves of gold, And inav vou ever for me true affection hold. " TO INFANT of Mrs. noVesey Dillon. Little bud of leader mould, Angels' wings dotJi thee enfold ; Death on earth has closed thine eyes, To ope again in Paradise. LINES ReBpeotfuJlv inscribed to Mr. A. K. on hi» birthday. «th Dec,.. 1887. May joys unbounded Be for thee to-night, Wlion tliou'rt surrounded By the gay and bright. May music and song Commence thy New Year, That thou may'st live long. Each fond heart to cheer. fl' w ^ 70 ORA PRO ME. ORA PRO IME. Serenade inscribed to Mr. and Mrs. T. Griffin, of St. Peter's Choir, Goderich. liong niayst thy voices blend In praising the Lord who gave them to thee ; Long mayst thy voices blend In one grandly solemn chord life holds for thee, Ora p>' 'Tie. Thy voices speaks of love, No shadow of fear e'er mars tlieir dulcet tone ; And in the Book above Thy names will be written, when thy work is done, Ora i)i'o me. Hosanna, hosanna ; Every Sunday morn tliy voices I hear ; Hosanna, hosanna,. And the " Agnus Dei," so sweet and clear, Ora pro me. I hear St. Peter's bell, 'Tis the " Angeius " at eventide. I love its tones so well, And I'll pray for blessings for bridegroom and bride. Ora pro me. EMILY. In vain liave I tried, dear Emily, to write In your album, e'en a short line or two ; Then please be content with this effort tonight, And believe me, 'tis decidedly true. Were I but an artist. I'd love to portray Thy spell-bound blue eyes and bright golden hair And fair, proud, oval face, yet smiling alway, But alas ! no such gift fell to my share. Then nuist pencil and brush give place to the pen, In my hand at least ; but I trust very soon Your fair face on some artist's heart be engraven, Which tribute to you would be the best boon. OCTOBEB. OCTOBKR. The flowers are drooping one by one, The wheat is garner'd, the work is done, The vines are wither'd, their race is run, October. The waves are angry on Huron's breast, The song birds have flown to homes of vest, TJie trees in crimson and gold are drest. October. The summer Mght is waning fast, Tlie sultry winds become a blast, The autumn frost a blight has cast, October. Let us then work for a home above, A haven of everlasting love, Where truth will find the treasure trove, October. 71 .! r ST. VALENTINE'S DAY. Young Cupid awakes, His arrows he takes, And swiftly they fly from the bow, And hard is the heart. That withstands the dart Of the rosiest rogue I know. He quietly steals One's heart for liis meals. And cares not how he is treated ; If he aims in vain He tries it again. Anil never was yet defeated. So here's to the healtli Of the god of wealtl). field within Love's golden mesliea Which will never rust While Cupid we trust Witli the Innnan lieart so precioufl, 72 EVENING. EVENING, When the autumn evening sky is blue and clear, And the stars like bright gems are shining, I think of absent friends, friends both true and dear, Friends I have not met for many a long year, Friends who often sent loving words of cheer When my cloud had no silver lining. I love at dewy eve to watch the falling star, 'Tis Hke a briUiant volume to me From the friends who have gone to the beautiful shore, Where the life toss'd mariner's struggle is o'er, Where'll be no parting for evermore On tliat side of eternity's sea. The October moon is rising in the East Like a golden orb— night's autumn sun — To me Hope's Anchor, a royal love feast ; No cloud in my sky— no fears in the least. The joy of my heart has returned— I'm released From life's shadows that fell one by one. MAY. How fragrant the balm laden air ! All nature seems glad and gay ; The birds warble their notes of praise. This glorious month of May. The trees, flowar-crowned, rejoice Since winter has lost his sway ; Emblem of the resurrection, This flowery month of May. 'i'lien let us the Almighty praise, Who will wash our sins away, And clothe us with garbs of purity Like the trees this month of May, ar, hore, ONLY A FLOWER. ONLY 4 FLOWER. Only a flower, on the pavement it lay, Falling unseen from some beauteous bouquet ; Piekerl up by some one, and tended with care It blooms now as fresh as it bloomed in the air. How little it dreamt of the fate now in store. When lovingly pulled a few moments before ; In yonder sick chamber it sheds perfume sweet, And no one could know it was found in the street. Thus with frail mortals, whose talent now is cast Aside, and o'erlook'd by the many who have passs'd, Till some noble mind sees a flash in the gem, And in a hero's crown it forms a diadem^ 7^i h PENTECOST— 1884, " If anyone love me He will keep my word," Truths from tlie lips of Christ, Our Sovereign Lord. If we love Him ? Ah. me, Are we in His grace ? Are we standard bearers In this earthly race ? Love, the faithful loadstont W liicli draws soul to soul, Essence of power divine, Under God's control. Love of Christ, the pillar To which our souls cling ; Love of Christ, the anthem Which the angels sing. Love, the sinner's pardon. The atonement true ; In sin's night of driikness . Falls like morning dew. 74 WATLR LILLIES. And the worn and weary Find a place of rest. 'Mid the storms of envy On the Savior's breast. Love, the soldier's watchword On the battle field, Of Queen, of home, and country, God's power revealed. " Peace I leave, peace, I give," Thus the Paraclete With tongues of living fire Descending doth greet. WATER LILLIES. Flowers of the deep, bow grand in thy beauty, Ever floating with pride o'er Huron's pure breast Ijike cups of pure gold, luring man from his duty And filling his mind with a heavenly rest. Earth has no flower in her garden so royal, So queenly and grand as this queen of the wave ; So proudly ye look, so strong and so loyal, The foam crest your birth place, the foam crest your grave. Where are ye now, when your home is frost laden ? The ice king is gamboling free o'er your bed ; But the sun will restore thee, as hope does the maiden Who gathers June roses for the perfume they shod. TO MISS PLATT, Of London, on viewintj some of her beautifully painted flowera, lilly and holly, in an album. This page I choose which thy hand has graced, The type of joy and of innocence ; Shewing thy heart on love's paga is traced, Traced by tlie hand of Omnipotenca. Let beautiful thoughts ever fill thy mind, And thy soul no grief can ever know ; And Heaven will bo. the haven thou'lt find, When thy good works are finished below. EASTER EASTER. The clouds break— liglit thro' the ilarknesa Penetrates the gloom with its effulgence, And from on high aoft Alleluias float Like angels' whisperings -full of hope To the hopeless mortal, whose web of life, Both warp and weft, are spun of shi ; But now the God man, who died to save And bring sinners to repentance. Is risen to-day, as he said, And lo. their faces are illumiu'd And their souls once more purified. The old leaven is purg'd away And the tarnish on their armor Is removed— may it keep buruLshd With constant use in God's armory, This world, which Satan strives to rule ; And at the fnial resurrection May we all swell the ,u;rand chorus, •' Resurrexit Sicut Dixit "~" Allelulia." 76 ,\ )ur len era, SUNSET. The sunset thits the western sky With its mantle of gold ; The day's work o'er, the village bell Peals the fond tale oft told— That the husband to his lov'd home Returns from labor's mart ; Returns from toil, from worldly care. Joy flowing from his heart. For in his home, his home of bliss, Some lov'd one weaves the chain Whose links are pure, a woman's love, Without which life is vain. happy, happy sunset hour, Fountain of untold love. Gladden the hearts, when night's angel Deatti, Calls them to the home above. 1 7t> APRIL. APHIL. April, sweet April, has tears in her eyes, With gladness her soul overflows ; For dear to her heart is the blue sunny skies, And the robins 'mong the hedgerows. But April, thou'rt wilful, well may'st thou weep. Old Winter woo'd thee in vain ; Witii smiles thou careas'd his storms to sleep, And melted his frosts to rain. Smile on, sweet April, among thy fair flowers, Thy heart is pure and true ; The frost king has return 'd to his bow'rs, No other fuir nuiid he'll v/oo. APKIL VIOIiETS. O violets, sweet violets, ye heralds of spring, What fond recollections to my heart ye bring ; So sweet is your perfume, ye whisper of hope When your scented blue leaves, five petall'd, ye ope. violets, sweet violets, waft ye to heaven The pure joys of life, which to mortals are giv'n ; Speak not of the shadows which oft round us lie, But of the warai sunshine that conies from on high. TWILIGHT. The lightning flashes and the thunders roll, While I of lov'd ones am dreaming ; The heavens above are cloudy and gray, The rain o'er earth's fair face streaming. My heart so lonely, seems ready to break, But the Ruler of All is nigh ; His voice in the tempest s|)eaks thro' the rain, " I will cast from thine heart the sigh. " For tomorrow the sun in new beauty Will shine o'er mountain and plain. And thy face will be glad with the knowledge, Who loves Me l6ves not in vain." '' e. HARVEST TIMK. HARVEST TIME. How sorrowful it is to watch The noisy reaping machine Parting the grain from its mother bed, While it gracefully bent its stately head As tha breeze swept o'er the green. The binders follow in their train To bind the golden grain ; And when their hard day's work is o'er They merrily dancv, as in days of yore, To the sweet sounding violin. How glorious the harvest moon Peeps thro' the maple leaves. And beams upon the merry throng As they sing the beautiful harvest song In the shade of the lofty trees. 77 GLOHY BE TO GOD ON HIGH. Inscribed to Kev. Futher Lotz, Christmas. 1887. The angels are fluttering their beauciful wings O'er Jesus the Infant, the mighty King of Kings, While on the wintry air the joyful welcome rings, Glory be to God on High. 'Tis Christmas day, fond hearts are lill'd with emotion, Thanking God for this hallow'd day of devotion, While Christmas lays rejoice from ocean to ocean, Glory be to God on high, Sadden'd hearts rejoice, tho' tears from fond eyes stream. Golden hair and blue eyes, of his coming dream ; Baven locks and black orbs, with their gladness beam. Glory be to God on high. Then let us all rejoice this merry Christmas day ; Those who have gone before would now no longer stay, They are around the Throne, singing this joyous lay, Glory be to God on high. 78 May FLOWEES. MAY FLOWEKS. May flowers are slieildin^ their beauty Over moiidow and hill, And tho uri^dit, golden dandelion Is queen among them still. Ever studding our path with glory, Where o'er we wander, A golden l1 jw'r, whoso modest duty Mako3 tho heart grow fonder Of this fair cartli, man's home, man's kingdom, His to hold while life lasts. And like the flowrs, this virginal May, Has outliv'd winter's blasts. • Blossoming Afay, hope's flowery banner, Crown tliou tbo harvest field "With flowers, fruit and ripe, golden wheat. A truly bounteous yield. f- ■' PARODY. Ye bangs and braids o' bonnie blondes How can yo look sae fresh and fair ? How can yo fr';^, yo little curls. And ye sae mock'd laid treated sair. Ye'U friz an mair. ye little curls That cluster vomul the foreheads high ; Ye'll surely change your minds, my dears. And be persuaded smooth to lie. Oft hae i wondered, pretty blondes, To see ye sae regardless feel, When ilka printer on ye writes, Sao mighty vex'd with pen o' steal. Now friz na mair, my bonny blondes, And leave your bonny foreheads free, Ye'll surely ease tho printer's mind, Sae burden'd wi' cares, poor soul, is he. t. ■ (JXBOWBEND. OXJiOWBEND. One lovely -luly moriiint^, 111 coiii|jai)y with u frieiiU, 1 waiKler'd o'er the meadows Which ^'race tlie Oxhowhend. At uiHt we reached a ^rove \Miere chist'riii^' ^'rape viiiea twin'd Around the oak and hickory, And lofty pine conjhined. We stoop'd to pi(!k the lilliea WHiich o'er the j,'r()Ve were strewu, And H00)i \\'(^ had a hoiiquet Of lillies and daisies in hlooiu. The- lovely niorninj^ j,dories In wild [)rofusion stray . Over the hlackherry bushes Which skirt the narrow way. A blackbird carroll'd merrily L'pon a neif,'hl)orin» " Jotsk o' Ilaxnl- doan " at a garden party at the residenoo of Mrs. it. U. Smith, in aid of Bt. George's Church. With pen of gold, u fair bride's gift, I'll woo the Muse, for gold she craves And diamonds rare — but none have I, Save Heaven's gift of poesy, Pure as the ocean crested waves. And now to-night, when Music reigns, Thy lovely bouquet charms my eyes ; Its blooming rod, a type I wean Was worn by "Jock o' Hazeldean," Whose song won me thy floral prize. TO TENIE, On her wedding day. Mayst thou be the guiding star Of him who wood thee from afar ; And may he shine with virtues rare. To keep thee free from worldly care. THE TRUMPET FLOWER. Inscribed to Mrs. J)r. McLean. Grand in its beauty, the trumpet flower climbs O'er treUis'd wall, Its flame color'd blossoms, so strong and so lofty, Charm groat and small ; Its leaves of over-green beauty fill the heart With beauty rare, Welcom'd by the August sun which on them shines With tender care. V 84 KATK. TO KATE* Stately and fair, A queen niif^lit euvy thy tressed Of red-gold hair. Thy modest face Is saintly in its purity, Type of God's grace. Ijong mayst thou live In thy fair home, that thou mayst love And counsel give. SEPHIE. Were Juno hero The glint of the sunshine in thy hair Would dazzle her goddess-horn blue orbs When thou wert by. m ., ' 1 I POEMS BY THE LATE li LIEUT. RICHARD SKIMINGS, OF. •f GODERICH GARRISON ARTILLERY. Ix 'j itfi ^J^-c- 3sro*rE3 Tbo anbioined posms of the lato Lieut. Richard Skimingi, of t!ie Goderloh Garrison Artillery, are given to the public, lie was a promising young lawyer, full of love for his piofessiott and his beloved Canbda, and during the Fenian raid took oold on duty. Xlaying recovered sufficiently to take part in a riflo match at London, Ont., on the 5th Nov., 18C7, between the regulars and volunteers, the severity of the season brought on an attack of hemorrhage of the lungs, which prostrated him for that winter. In the spring of 1868 he sailed for Lima, Pern, South America, and on reaching that city the plague was raging; 80 he returned to his homo at Goderioh, much benefited b> the sea Irip. But later, when the autumn fruit was ripe in his garden, pulling his prized peaches, the hemorrhage again attacked him, and a^ soon as possible he sailed for Bermuda, in order to regnin his strength. But although he could wield his pen with manly grace in poetry and prose, and kept his travels beautifully written, the hand of Death was waiting in that lovely land to chill his aspiration. He left Bermuda on the 3rd April, 1809, and died beloved by all who knew him for his honor and Christian integrity, at his home, Goderioh, Ont., Canada, on 12th May, 1869. Beqniescat in pace. ■ Poen^s UF TH£ LATS ) llieub. I\. ol^irpings, 1 TO CANADA. I love the land that gave me birth, 'Tho' cold her north wind blows ; I love her ioe bound winter lakes, I claim a kinship to the flakes That form her virgin snows. I've roamed in many a Southern clime Where orange blossoms wave ; Where broad bananas fan tho air — Where flourishes the citron fair, Beside the azure wave. I've lain beneath the myrtle shade, Beneath the waving palm, Amid the oleander groves, Where summer perfume ever roves With many a fragrant balm! I've pulled the luscious fragrant pine And culled pomgranates fair : The sugar-apple of the south. And dates — those conquerbrs of the drouth, And chirimoyas rare. I've seen beneath the crystal wave The coral insects' home, Bright flowers that with the rainbow vie, And beauteous shells that scattered lie Beneath the ocean's foam. 88 POEMS OP LIEUT. R. 8KIM1NGH. I'vo watcliotl the molten tropic's sun Go down beneath the sea, , Wliere Chimborazo cleaves the sky, Ablaze with man,y a sunset die, Reflected on our leu. I've watched the ponderous sport of whales In Southern seas at play, I've watched the Chilian condor's flight To tow'ring crags, where first the light Proclaims the dawning day. I've seen the lightning flash from eyes Where midnight shadows lie ; When Spain's proud daughters met my view, With locks that mock the raven's hue, Whose pinions cleave the sky. Bermudas' daughters, too, I've seen. Whose beauties Moore has sung ; And friendship's warm right hand I've met (I feel the tingling pulses yet) From strangers roved among. But ever turns my heart to thee. My bright Canadian home ! And dearer grow thy broad blue lakes. Thy silver streams, thy woodland brakes. With every step I roam. The jjroud magnolia's bloom I love, The myrtle's perfumed shades ; But oh ! how dear above them all A single crimson leaf let fill From Huron's maple glades. By Huron's sounding shores I've left My dearest friends on earth ; May God's own mantle from above Enfold them and the land I love — The land that gave me birth. „ POBMB OF LIKUT. R. 8UMINOB. 81^ TO THE BIVEB MAITLAND. river Maitland, fringed v'tb trees, Mid banks stupendous to behold. Thou flowest on from year to year Upon thy stony bed. The Indian o'er thy silvery crast Sometimes prepar'd for deadly strife ; Or on more peaceful quest of game With silence strict did glide. The mills which grace thy tree clad banks And turi.'d b> thy onroUing stream Are pass'd by thee, unmindfal all Of man's unceasing toil. Thy bell shap'd mouth, with waters dark, Is refuge sure for sea birds tossed Upon thy father's angry crest. Which God ordain 'd should be. TO LAKE HURON. In summer on thy placid breast The graceful sea bird rides ; The Indian in his birch canoe Swiftly o'er thy bosom glides. Thy rippling waves with silvery crest Soft murm'ring on the strand. Are guided all the live long year By God's unerring hand. In winter winds upheave thee, once So placid and sp calm, And raise thy waves to mountains' heights, Once playful as a lamb. Thy waves now wear a sombre veil. No sun to make them bright, For clouds, have hidden him from vitvr And robb'd you of his light. 90 POEMS OF LIEUT. B. SKIMINGS. LINES INSCRIBED TO * * "' Forget thee ! aye, then ask the sun To shade its molten orb, and at A tangent ever rampant roam In devious courses, thro' all space ; The moon to hide her silv'ry disc In dim oblivion, and the stars To pale their lamps, o'er sea and land. Forget thee ! might these bid the deep To calm its ever throbbing breast And silent, like old Lethe's wave, To glide beyond eternity ; Then ask the mighty streams that roll With struggliig waves their sinuous lengths ; Thro' hill and dale, to backward turn And seek their natal founts among , The pathless hills and wastes untrOvl ' ~ . Save by the bear and deep tongu'd wolf. Yet e'en if this and more should be My neart should fondly breathie th> name. And ask in turn, " Forget me not." THE SOUTHERN SOLDIER'S DEATH. I'm going, boys, to leave you, Alas! for evermore ; I've one request to make you, And then the struggle's o'er. Pray bear me to the tield, boys, And lay uie' bv the side Of yonder oak 'neath which, boys, My noble brotlier died. . lay nie tow'rds the South, boys, I.'ppn that velvet moss, And round my body wrap, boys, The glittering Southern Cross. There comrades I'm now happy, Why should I wish to stay, But firmly strike for freedom W^hen I am called away. I POEMS OF LIEUT. B. SEIMINGS. \i\ CANADA. ! why will ye roam in foreign lands In search of the golden store, When the God of Canada places it At the poor man's cottage door. There's not in this second Paradise Which cannot be earned by worth, Tho' our commerce tells in other lands Of a mighty nation's birth. How bright looks tho prospect here to those Once crushed 'neath a tyrant's heel, Who aro proud to point to the maple leaf With a glow of patriot zeal. Then haste to the land of the golden sheaf, And calm your awaken'd fears ; We're protected here by our British Queen And our noble volunteers. Our -name in the future standeth forth, A sun midst the smaller lights ; While a trump that's swell'd by a nation's voice Bears the words, •' Our God and rights." A PLEA FOR BACHELORS. For tho " Eoyal Gazette," Bermuda. Who would not be a bachelor, with no tormenting wife To wheedle you. and cozen you and plague you all your life; Who votes tobacco poison, who hates the sight of wine. Whoso heart is wholly centered in the millinery line ! Who would not be a bachelor, and ne'er bo forced to go And stare thro' all the windows of the shops upon the row, At ribbons mauve and violet, at bonnets large and small, And then bo made — for there's the rub — to buy one after all 1 1 92 POEMS OF LIEUT. B. SKIMINQS . 'X Who would not be a bachelor, and ne'er be callen a brute Because to cries for largess you still continue mute ; Because you see no music in darling baby's roar, And frown to see her pile your books upon your study floor. Who would not be a bachelor, and free to ask a friend A quiet hour o'er pipe and glass, at eventide to spend, Without being curtain-lectured by a snappish being in white. For sitting up to smoke and drink, through half the blessed night ! Who would not be a bachelor, with dog upon the rug. And kettle singing on the hob, and all sereno and snug. Without a shrill, reproachful voice to din into your ear, " I wish you'd shut that nasty book, and talk to me, my dear." Who would not be a bachelor, and free to cast an eyu Upon each pretty lassie who may chance to hurry by, Without being brought to book for, and pretty sharply, too, By a jealous little termagant in lavender and blue. 'Tis I who'd be a bachelor, and will be till I die. No snow white hand will forge the chain to snap uiy liberty ; I'll flirt with all who'll let me. but when the Church draws near. Why then I'll make my conge, and politely disappear. CALEBS . Bermuda, Jan., 1809. REPLICATION TO " A PLEA FOR BACHELORS. " For the Bermuda " Soyal Gazette." I would^not be a bachelor, and live without a wife. For he's no more than half a man who leads that stupid life;; I'd sooner marry twenty girls than go through life alone Like that lively I'bssil gentleman, a toad within a stone. POEMS OF LIKUT. B. SK1M1KG6. ^^ I'd rather go tlirough twenty towns, with forty shops in And buy the bonnets in them all, and ribbons too, to match, 1 1 r Than live a snuffy bachelor, and never know the bliss Of a man who's got what's better than a cutty pipe to kiss. I'd. like to sav in Caleb's ear a thing he can't dispute. You need not be a hmedict to earn the name of ••brute." I don't believe in half lie says about the baby's roar. And it's only at a bachelor's you'll find a dirty floor. The bachelor has airs enough, looks happy now and then, , . But if you'd know just how he lives you've got to se« ma den, , Where pots and pans, old hats and boots, and platters none too clean • i i Are collected round the cream jug, with a boot jack stuck between. It's hire he entertains his friend, another "bach," of course, Who scruples not at what he sees, he knows his own is worse ; They smoke their pipes, and drink their punch, and praise that kind of life, Though each ktwtvs right well (the hypocrite) he'd sooner have a wife. I'd like to know the good he gets by ogling the girls. Who turn their noses up at him, and shake their saucy curls ; , For ivii part I would rather have a life estate m one Than be thought a nijoon by all the girls for running after ten. How pleasant it must seem to him, on going home to tea, (He hoUn it in the coffee pot to make it strong, d'yo see) To find both tire and lamp unUt, the matches gone astray, And his favorite cat rehearsuag— with his dog—" The Devil to Pay." 94 POEMS OP LIEUT. R. SKIMING8. I Then let him Hve a bachelor, and die one if he choose, Perhaps the girl that was meant for him may not have much to lose, For one who'd rather hug his pipe than an angel dressed in blue Would make any girl a termagant, a veritable shrew. HARK ! I HEAR THE SAD WIND SIGHING. Hark ! I hear the sad wind sighing Through the grand old forest trees ; 'Tis the voice of autumn dying, Borne upon the wintry breeze ; 'Tis the wail of woodland flow 'rets Left by summer's breath to die In their modest little dwellings. 'Neath the ruthless winter sky. O'er our deep and broad Lake Huron Comes the North King in his wrath ; Far and wide he spreads destruction, Like Rome's ancient foe, his path. Neither spareth he the meadows. Nor the lilly's drooping head. And the lowly blue eyed violet E'en is number'd with the dead. Far away have flown our songsters, To the sunny south they hie. Each forewarn'd by the Omniscient That the winter draweth nigh ; But they'll come again in springtime. When old winter melts away, When the odor-laden breezes From the south resume their sway. List ! I hear the wild winds sighing As my head they hasten o'er ; 'Tis the voice of some one dying, Of departing Sixty-Four ; 'Tis tho wail of woodland flow'rets Left by summer's breath to die In their modest little dwellings 'Neath the ruthless winter sky. Ill loose, have 'essed iw. ! POEMS OF LIEUT. R. SKIMINGR. revp:rie of an indian maiden. By the broad and blue Lake Huron, Many fleeting years ago, When the twilight shadows gather'd And the winds were hush'd and lov/, I beheld an Indian maiden 'Neath a proud old forest tree. And the balmy breath of evening Brought her sighing voice to me. Bound her brow was bound a chaplet Of the simple autumn flowers She had gather'd as she wander'd Through the leafy forest bowers ; And the careless flowing tresses Of her glossy raven hair Hid a form a queen might envy, Tho' the dusky blood was there. On her arms were massy circlets Of the purest virgin gold, While the precious wampum girdle Of her royal kinship told. Oft the vision stands before me And I hear that voice again, Bweet, tho' sadden 'd, thro' the gloaming, liike the voice of one in pain. " Ere the paleface came amongst us From his home beyond the sun. Like the leaves our braves were number'd, When the leafy month is come ; Darken'd were the broad, blue waters With the swift canoe of birch, WJien our diief sped forth to battle Like an t^jiju;le from \m iiercji. •• Everv tree coneeald'd a hunter, Every thicket held a deer, And the rivers teem'd with fatness Thro' each onward rolling year ; Sweetly sang each forest songster To the chieftain's dusky bride As she wander'd in the shadows With her lover by her side. 9r» I I I 1 96 POEMS OP LIEUT. R. SKIMING8. •• When the council fires were lighted And the calumet went round, Words arose from ancient sachems From the mossy cushion'd ground ; Then the winds forgot to whisper, And the maples, bending low, Drank the words of wisdom spoken By the sage old men below. •' Everywherfe was joy and gladness, And the mighty Manito Walk'd among his brave red children, For their liearts were good and true ; And the whispers of the spirits As they wander'd tlirough the trees. Sweetly blended with the music Of the sighing summer breeze. " We were lords of lake and river. From the rising of the sun To the broad and deep sea water. Where his wigwam floats alone ; But the ])aleface came among us With his crooked, wiley tongue. And his deadly firewater. To destroy both old and young. •• And we faded like the forest In the moon of falhng leaves, And where once our hunters tarried Are the palefac'd brothers' sheaves. We are strangers by the river And the white man claims the mounds Where our braves await the summons To the happy hunting grounds. " Soon my people will have vanish'd, And their songs be heard no more, And their light canoes lie rotten By the silent river shore. Like the bitter frosts of winter When the summer sun is come. Will the red man be forgotten In the land he knew as home." POEMS OF LIEUT. R. 8KIMINGS. ON THE APPROACH OF WINTER. boys, rosume your dreadnaught coats, Your gauntlets, furs and skates. For winter comes with rapid strides And time for no man waits. TLp leaves lie wither'd on the ground, beneath the mother tree ; And boisterous winds from nor' -west rage Uncheck'd with boisterous glee. The wild birds seek their southern homes, And silent are our woods Where naught was heard but merry lays Of birds in merry moods. Around the hearthstone blazing warm, The pleasant tale is told. That in the cheerful room wo may Forget the biting cold. INSCRIBED TO R. G. AND J. C. They're gone again for a southern sun Their manly brows to tan ; They're gone again, for they could not rest While absent from the van. They've left their homes for a soldier's life Of toil, of strife, of pain ; They've left their homes to endure once more The scorching sun, and rain. And when afar on some hard fought field They wade thro' smoke and dust. May prayers ascend to the Throne of Grace For mercy from the Just. And once again may our hearts grow warm Our soldier friends to meet, And once again let our hands go forth Their honest palms to greet. 97 ^^KJ 98 ' POEMS OF LIEUT. R. SKIMINGS. IN MEMORIAM. B. B. Betkolds. Tramp I Tramp I Tramp ! And the solemn footsteps fall ; 'lis the speechless dirge of a comrade gone From an earthly trust to a Heavenly crown, A tribute earn'd by a heart as brave As e'er was claim'd by the soldier's grave. Tramp ! I^ramp ! Tramp ! Andlhe honor'd corpse is borne To its harrow house in the shrouded earth To repay .the debt of its joyous birth. And leaves a blank in each manly breast That lingering gazes on his place of rest. Mourn ! Mourn ! Mourn ! For the voice now hushed in death ; In vain we'll look for the friendly smile And the harmless joke, which, free from guile, Was always sure to provoke the mirth Of all who sat at the cheerful hearth. • Sad 1 Sad ! Sad ! And lone is the widow'd heart, And the hot tears fall on each orphan'd head. For her thoughts are still with the cherish'd dead. And oft she'll look to the skies above To meet his gaze from a throne of love. AUTUMN. Hail, glorious aiutumn, fraught with fruit And golden leaves from high tree tops ; The leaves have turn'd from green to gold, And summer's verdure is no more ; Thy coat of arms more welcome is Than that which winter bears with it. POEMS OF LIEUT. R. SKIMINGS. TO MY SISTER. 99 d, Tlio' the summer winds sigh o'er this Garden of Rose», And never inconstantly stray from lier groves, Tho' eacli hill and each valley new heauty discloses More brififht than the last to the eye as it roves : Tho' the myrtle around me its frajOfrance is throwing, As playfully o'er it the light zephyr moves, Yet my heart is hut light, and my pulses set glowing By thoughts of tlie bright native land that it loves. Tho' the naiads of ocean have here built their bowers In coraline cells 'neath the bright crystal wave, And the sea-shell lies hid among bright ocean flowers That curtain with beauty the mermaiden's cave ; Tho' no flow'ret here dreads that a ruthless December Will crush the sweet life that a bright April gave. And tho' each cutting breath of the North I remember, I sigh for my home o'er the blue crested wave. Tho' the fierce winter King of the North now assembles In far away caves by the grim Polar S?a All his veteran troopers whose wrath now resembles The voice of a storm o'er the frost-bitten lea ; Tho' his footsteps resound thro' the home of my child- hood, And wild shrieks his voice thro' each grim forest tree, As he scatters the bright crimson wealth of his wildwood, His mirth and his madness are music to me. Bermuda, November, iHiSH. THE FALL OF ALHAMBRA. Alhambra was an almost impregnable fortress in the heart of Spain, taken possession of and held by the infidel Moor, who on occasion sallied forth into the surroundinf? country preying on the undefended Spanish peasantry, driving off their herd? from the plains, despoiUng the vineyards of the fruits of their labor, and retreating on the approach of a superior force, into their strongholds, to issue forth as their necessities demanded and the occasion offered. High o'er Alhambra's frowning walls The Moorish standard wav'd ; And golden beams from L'Orient The Moslem crescent lav'd. > 100 POEMS OF LIEUT. R. SKIMING8. Whilst turrets grim on every side The spear clad ramparts crown 'd, A mountain torrent seeth'd and foam'd Their granite base around. Within the keep, at every point The Moorish armor sh 3ne ; Ensanguine fell the morning rays Each scimetar upon. Far o'er the plains in serri'd ranks, To crush the Infidel, Were stretch 'd the hosts of Ferdinand And fearless Isabel. And loud above iiiie torrent's roar. Throughout that vast array, Was heard the clash of arms Full many a weary day. Then foot by foot the Spaniard clos'd Alhambra's walls around. Whilst in his armor slept each knight U))on the bloody ground. In vain the leagnr'd garrison. With battle axe in hand. In midnight sallies sought to pierce The mail-clad Christian band. Within the walls another foe Appear'd, 'twas Famine grim, Who fill'd their cup of wretchedness. And fill'd it to the brim. Upon the shudd'ring breezes came A wail of terror wild ; * For food the husband slew his wife, The mother slew her child. At length the Moorish chieftain's pride At mercy's call gave way, And prone besought Queen Isabel Her royal hand to stay. m POEMS OF LIEUT. R. 8KIMING8.. At onoe the noble Queen, appeas'd, Commands the strife to cease, And turning towards her foeman said, '• Brave Moor, depart in peace." Wide op'd the massive brass-bound gates. And, hl(e a surging wave, A mighty living tide rolled tbrtli From out the living grave. With tear-fiU'd eyes Queen Isabel Gave to the Moorish band Her guard to pass thro' watch and ward, To reach their native land. LINES. 'Twas a lovely summer's evening In the leafy month of June, And I wander'd by the Maitland 'Neath the bright refulgent moon ; • O'er my head the stars were shining On both hill and valley green, And transforming our red Maitland Into belts of silver sheen. And I questioned the river 'Bout the days of long ago. Ere old Time had grown so feeble And his locks had changed to snow ; When the stalwart Indian chieftain, Witii his conscious look of pride, O'er thy murmuring ruby waters In his birchen bark did ghde. Then arose from out the waters As it were a wreath of mist, And I heard a sad voice crying, . •• Fleeting mortal, will you list ? From the depth thou hast invok'd me To unfold to you a tale. When my brave and true red children Were the lords of hill and dale. tOl m 102 POEMS OF LIEUT. R. 8KIMINGR.' "Ere the paleface came among them With the poison on his tongue, And his deadly fire water To destroy both old and young Every valley teem VI with fatness, Every tree was full of song, Everywhere was joy and gladness Where unchain'd I roU'd along. " And beneath the mighty arches Of the maple and the ash, Where the cool and sparkling vvaters Of the Maitland used to dash, Have I listen 'd in the gloaming, Through the calm, clear summer air, To the wisdom of the Sachem And the Indian maiden's pray'r. " But the days have sadly alter'd Since the chaste, tho' dusky bride, Us'd to wander with her chieftain, Hand in hand, along my side ; And you gaze upon the ashes, As von wander in vour rounds, Of my children, pass'd forever To the happy hunting grounds." As I rose and hurried homeward There were whispers 'mong the trees Like the soft and gentle sighing Of a mild, warm summer breeze ; And beyond was filled with sadness. On my heart was placed a weight. As I pondered in silence O'er the Indian and his fate. THE STORM OFF CAPE HATTERAS. Written while rounding the Cape. The storm king rides on the driving gale. And his steeds are wild anrl free ; His storm drawn ploughs thro' the ocean roam. And he sows his crops on the windward foam But reaps them on the lea. i P0EM8 OF LIEUT. R. 8RIMINGB. The lightnings flash and the thunderB roll, 'Tig a fearful Rtorm at nea : The petrel ucreama in hin oiroling tlight, And day gives plaoe to a murky night, With Hatteras on our lea. Our brave ship rides o>r the mountain waves, Tho' she groans in every knee : She shakes the foam from her-angry prow, Like a wild war horse she is plunging now Thro' the heaving Alpine sea. Whilst I'm the sport of the wild, wild waves, Far over the ocean's foam ; I love to think of the love that flows To the wanderer's heart where'er he goes From his loved Canadian home. EPPIE. With busy feet, Like patt'ring rain. She hastens on, Uncheck'd by pain. Soft flaxen curls, Deep orbs of blue That seem to mock Heaven's azure hue. Her dimpl'd chin. Her dimpl'd cheek, And ruby lips •Just taught to speak. Hold ! pow'rless pen : Why seek to trace A woodnymph's form, An angel's face. Why seek to paint The budding rose In colors dim, Obscure like those. 108 104 POEMS OF LIEUT. R. SKIMINGS. THE DOOMED MERCHANTMAN. At morning's dawn upon tlio sea A peaceful vessel rode, Careering o'er its heaving breast To reach her destined pori;. With tapering yards and lofty mast She flies beforo the breez3, And proudly cleaves the billows bluo With graceful curving prow. But lo ! upon the distant main Another sail appears, And well the fated mariners Her deadly errand know. Hand over hand, the pirate craft Approaches to the doom'd, And the sound of battle brief Is heard upon the sea. ' •' Death tells no tales," the pirate cries, " So let no man survive 1" And then the sullen plunges tell The fate of those on board. But lo ! the pirates leave their work . • And haste to trim their sails, For coming down before the wind A man-of-war appears. Tlie pirate sees that strife is vain, And fires the magazine. And then the crash of falling spars Proclaims the pirate's doom. i POEMS OP LIEUT. R. SKIMINGS. THE THUNDER STORM. A sultry calm the air pervades. Forerunner of the storm ; The forest songster seeks his iiest, The wild beast seeks his lair. At length the gleaming lightning darts Like Hydra's tenfold tongues, And dreadful thunders rend the air, Like warnings from above. The forest streamlets, once so calm, Soft murmuring in the shade, Are turn'd to foaming cataracts Which drown the tempest's voice. But lo, the sun breaks thro' the clouds, And birds resume their praise To Him who sends the wild winds forth And calms the raging waves. 105 i TO THE MEMORY OF ELIZA NOLAN. No more thy gentle voice we'll hear, No more the buoyant footsteps dear. But oft we'll think, with many a tear, Of our belov'd Eliza. Her silken locks, like softest down. Her sparkling eyes of mildest brown. Her radiant face, without a frown, Caus'd U3 to love Ehza. No more coiitapij • Then may it soon be gladdeiVH, SajaV With Hope's choicest boon from fjljovo. May love warm and true e'er be thine, Sara, So long as thy life here doth last ; May no regret make thee repine, Sara, No new sorrow thy brow to o'ercast. i Llii. liL TRIBUTE To my loved sister, Emma Jane, aged 2 years and 7 months. My lovely sister now is gone, Her spirit soars on high, She's f,'one to meet the God she lov'd Beyond the azure sky. No moie her little hand I'll take, No more her sparkling eyes I'll see, No more her little cheeks I'll kiss. She's in the grave and lost to me. Yet not lost, her beautiful head Was piilow'd on the Savior's breast ; When the sun in its glory rose Her angel soul had gone to rest. And now long years have wing'd their flight, My gifted poet brother lies Beside her, and our father fond Is with them, too, in Paradise. Beside the Maitland's banks they're laid, Where its murmuring waters flow Into Lake Huron's song- wreath 'd waves, And where fragrant breezes blow. A ^ *•. ■• SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINGS. CORPUS CHRISTl. tlesu Eternal, The Father and the Son .loiu'd with the Holy Ghost, The sacred Three in one, Thee we here adore, And humbly bow the knee Before thy bleas'd altar, 'Mid incense burnt to Thee. Thy blood for us was shed, Thy body to us given, Blessed sacramental food To prepare us for Heaven, Thou art the Hving Vine, To Thee, to Thee we cling ; Give us the Wine of Life To hehl our suffering. Loving, trusting Jesus, The Father and the Son Join'd with the Holy Ghost, The Sacred Three in One, 117 WEDDING BELLS. Dedicated to Capt. and Mrs. Oregor McGregor, Peal on, wedding bells, right merrily peal. Two hearts to your chimes love's secrets reveal ; Two hearts united, come weal or come woe, Peal merrily on, as churchward they go. Join with the organ in love's mystic chords, A prelude of joy, intoning the words, •' In Christ ye are one, sin's briers remove, Go plant in your home the roses of love." Peal merily on, as homeward they go. Their hearts all sunshine, no sorrow to flow ; With firm faith in God, their Savior divine, Who at Cana's feast changed water to wine. ' } i ) I ' i , i < I I ■; I ' 118 SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SKlMINGS. CAED MILIiE FAILTHE. In mamoriam, Professor Charles Ferguson, the blind Irish Piper. Ah, Erin, my country, my joy was unbounded When thy rapturous music flow'd from my soul Tliro' thy dear Irish pipes, the pride of my childhood. The passion no power on earth could control. Ah, Erin, I lov'd thee, Green Isle of St. Patrick, The land of brilliant wit, land of my birth ; how could I leave thee, land of my boyhood, When my heart beat but for thee, gem of the earth ! Ah, Erin, 'twas for thee, I cross'd the seas over, 'Twas for thee I dwelt by Huron's sounding shore — To inspire true Canadians with love for the grandeur Of thy dear Irish pipes, of the land I adore. But Erin, I must leave thee, my pipes must lie mute Like the minstrel boy's harp, Deatli's chords soundeth not ; But in heaven my eyes will behold the Grand Harper, The source of all music, whose strains I have taught. IN MEMORIAM, Violet, Carrie, Nell. Lovingly inscribed to Mr. and Mrs. Wattie Watson. W^hy dost thou weep, mother ? Why dost thou weep ? Thy babes are with Jesus, but not asleep ; In their hands are His harps, where all is bright. Where day is unending, where there's no night. Why dost thou weep, father ? Why dost thou weep ? When thy little Nell, awake and asleep. Cried for her sister, who had gone before, And smiled a sweet smile as she left this shore. What a lessen to man ! Death to that child Was a joy to her heart, pure, undefiled ; She was going to her sister, her pride. And to her Redeemer, the Sanctified. SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINGS. 119 LINES To the album of M^-a. Capt. Jackson, Philadelphia. Half a century has passed Since first upon thy virginal page was traced Lines from hearts by grief o'ercast, Lines that Time's swift arrow has not yet effaced. Lines of love from from hoping hearts That may now rest in peace on the beautiful shore ; Hearts that once felt Cupid's darts, That may now he cold in Death's embrace for ever* more. THE NEW MOON. Like a silver bow in the starlit sky The moon in her grandeur rides ; So glittering and cold she appears to us, But love in her lig]it confides. Wne t' ! he maiden who sees her pale face Through the glass of the window pane ; . Hor lover will surely prove h'msolf false, Shj'U ne'er see his face af> i> , B it if she stands under heaven's blue dome, Where the moon's rays o'er her fall, I'hen will she be bless'd with a happy love, For love is the crown of all. Sail on, silvery moon, with thy witching gtace^ Bend good luck to smail and great ; Those who sbav th^j to-nigut forget them- not, Let ChristU' xs -jifjs ihem await. TO MISS ^jMMA PLATT. Emma, thou art true, love, With thy golden hair. And thy eyes of blue, love, - Thou ait beauteous fair. m warn \ ! 120 SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SJaiUu^aS. Busy ai; the birds in Spring, \\'arbling all the day ; Emma, thou art enchanting Like some merry fay. Come when the daisies peep From under the snow ; And be sure the promise keep Which vou make me now. You may win laurels, Emma, If they're to be won, With yowx jen deaprit, Emma, While in Palmerston. TO THE BliUE ONTARIO. On tliy bosom a mist is descending, Blue Ontario ! Enshrouding the masts of thy gallant barque^ Blue Ontario ! Humility reigns in temple and hall ; The rain falls in torrents on great and small. Washing the dross from tlie hearts of us all ; Blue Ontario ! I love thy Queen City, now in its pride ; Blue Ontario. Green are its parks as the emerald's hue ; Blue Ontario ! Genius and art are fostered with care, Progress takes root in thy pure buoyant air. Thy youths and maidens are gallant £(>nd fair ; Blue Ontario. And now while I write the sun in liis glory Is shining again, filling hearts wuh His love ; The blue to thy breast ia calmly returning, The sails of thy oraft look like wings of a dove. Thy waters are dancing with purest delight. The mass from thy temples look joyous and bright, And I from my heart this fond prayer indite, Forget me not, blue Ontario. n I I «a8. )S, r ; B ; ive. bright, SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINGS. TO MISS KATE HARDY. Toronto. Could I forget thy laughing eyes Which chase all care away. Or sunny gleams of bnrnish'd gold Which 'mid thy tresses stray. Thy thoughtful brow of study tells, With perseverance rare, Which fits thee for the guide of those Committed to thy care. Then cull the flowers of toil, dear Kate, To scatter by the way, That all their fragrance must inhale And thou with praise repay. 1884. One, two, three, from the Court House tower, Four, five, six, I'm counting ev'ry hour ; Seven, eight, nine, in a moment more Ten, eleven, twelve — welcome Eighty-Four. The bell from the Old Kirk is ringing, And merry young voices are singing, ♦' Happy New Year," '• A Happy New Year," On wings of gladness hovering near. A right happy New Year may it bo, Let the Old Year sink in time's vast sea, May its cares and trials be forgot < And each of us happy with our lot. Let friend meet friend with words of truth, Let the old motto each learns in youth, The holm that guides while life's barque we steer, " Dieu et mon droit," v > vds plain and clear. •• Dieu et mon droit," our country's command, •• Dieu et mon droit," the magical wand ; - • This New Year on the banners of fame Enroll Canada's sons worthy her namev 121 122 SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINGS. CORPUS CHBISTI. O Cherubim and Seraphim Give praise unto His holy name, For the Lord of Hosts this day Our Life and our Savior became. Lift your voices in glad hosannas All ye choirs upon earth, Sing the song of Christ triumphant, The song of Thy heavenly birth. ♦• I am the life, the living host," Sent from the Father's holy Throne ; ♦• He that eateth of this bread Shall live forever by me alone." Fragrant flowers perfume thy altar, ' Floral offerings children bring, ■ With their white robes of innocence While choirs "Pange Lingua" sing. *• Tantum Ergo," the host is laid Upon the altar, Faith's resting place ; While the congregation's prayers, Like incense sweet, invoke God's grace. Our souls inhale Heaven's fragrance, Our lives in innocence bloom ; The angels who sang at our birth Hosannas will sing o'er our tomb. CHRISTMAS MORN. Merrily,: merrily, peal the chimes On this our holy Christmas morn. And glad Hosannas reach the throne Because Jesus to-day was bom ; Children raise your hearts above For the blessing of his love. Merrily, merrily, peal the chimes, While children's voices shout in glee As they count the myriad presents Growing on the Christmas tree ; Grateful for the Christmas cheer Santa Claus brings them ev'rj year. L. i SUPPLliMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SK1M1NG8. 128 Merrily, merrily, peal the chimes From the old cathedral's tower, And the organ's glorious anthems Show the great Redeemer's power, As Christians wend their way to pray On this merry Christmas day. ODE TO SPRING. To Miss N. C. Mm by request. The spring time is coming upon us And cold, chilly winter has gone, The rohin sings loud from the maple His carol at coming of dawn. The meadows have wak'd from their slumbers, The flow'rets have sprung into light, And southern breezes are laden With odors of wild flowers bright. The hawthorn will soon be in blossom, The valley will soon be in bloom. And snows from the woodlands will vanish For lillies more pure to make room. The brooklet riow freed from its fetters Goes murmuring on through the dell, With sound as of tinkling cymbals Or voice of a silvery bell. The Graces their locks are adorning, The Naiads are walking abroad. And the woodnymph and song bird united Are singing the praises of God. HAIL, GLORIOUS EASTER MORN. Hail, glorious Easter morn. Herald the soul's true innocence ; The winter of sin has pass'd, Frail blossoms have stood its blast, The pure blossoms of Repentance. 1 124 SUPPLEMENTA.RY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINGS. Salvation, lieay^nly word, Ever echoed around the throne ; Salvation's reign has begun, To serve the Sanctified One, Whose forgiveness melts hearts of stone. The birds sing their notes of praise, Omnipotence, Omnipotence ; The lakes and rivers are free, All nature is fill'd with glee, Satan's breastworks have no defence. Hail, glorious Easter morn. Herald the soul's true innocence ; The winter of sin hag pass'd, Frail blossoms have stood its blast, The pure blossoms of Repentance. SACRED HEART OF JESUS. Sacred heart of Jesus Burning with love divine, In the garden of my soul Plant this Heart of Thine. Thou art like a red, red. rose Blooming 'mid lillies fair ; What upon this beautepujai earth • With thy love can compare ? Sacred Heart of Jesus, Calm Thou my troubled soul When the te^^pest rages And angry surges roll. Sacred Heart of Jesus, Bleeding for this world's sin, Fill us with contrition Thy forgivem>ss to win. Sacred heart of Jesus, Golden vessel of love, Cleanse us from earthly dross To dwell with saints above. J JINQS. SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINGS. 125 CHAEITY. Charity, sweet sister of Faith and Hope, Heaven's greatest boon to us below, Thy flowing mantle gently o'er us falls And soothes the unutterable woe. Ye sons of Fortune, ye who cannot know How dire Temptation calmly can await At Misery's door, until the victim In the piifall sinks — Hope romes too late. Then Charity, sweet music of the soul. Let thy glorious chords strike our hearts With love for all ; " Love thine enemy," The Holy Scriptures to us imparts. TO MISS FANNIE ROTHWELL. How glorious this outburst of May, With its balmy summer-like breeze : And birds carroling sweetly each day While building their nests in the trees. So, Fanny, may their gladdening song Awaken fond hopes in thy heart. And bring to thee joy untold ere long. Which while life lasts cannot depart. tpQ * s!-. « May a sunny sky greet thee On thy wedding morn ; May roses of health and beauty Thy twin cheeks adorn. May love's light shine in thine eyes And sparkle with fun, And may God's heavenly grace Best on thy chosen one. AN EASTER GIFT. Only a tender snowdrop Springing from the darken'd mould, With no leaf to protect it From the April evening's cold. 126 SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINGS. But like the Easter gladness It needs only the sun's warm ray ; Like hearts, warm with contrition, To offer the God-man to-day. Then, like the pure white snowdrop. Let us fear not surrounding sin ; When called to the heavenly mansion Be prepared to " enter in." ; ! CHRISTMAS. Softly fall the virgin snowflakes From their high home above, On this earth of sin and sorrow, As tokens of Christ's love. The Christ who with His Mother lay In Bethlehem's manger cold, But with the halo round his brow, The promised Son of old. The Son for whom a nation longed With faith in Israel's God ; And now He's come in innocence, His outstretched arm, the rod — The heavenly rod, that rules mankind With hope instead of fear ; The rod that smites the rock of sin, Whence jets of love appear. Then let us glad hosannas sing. Let's hasten to adore The new-born King, our God and King, Our joy for evermore. Let *' Gloria in Excelsis " rise From lips of old and young, And on the merry Christmas day Be glad Hosannas sunfr As one voice from a nation's heart, To spread from sea to sea The joyful news that Bethlehem's Babe- Is bom again to thee. . SUPPLEMENTARY POEMB BY E. A. 8KIMINGB. MAGGIE. Spring, gay spring, is coming, she longs to be here j Trefoil and yellow primrose soon will appear. Valentine's day wearies us of winter's snow, A lovely blossoming spring 'twill be, I trow. Lillies and crocuses will soon lift their heads, Eager to escape from their prison-bound beds ; Narcissus comes, too, urging us to aspire To Fame's pinnacle, each day higher and higher. I vainly imagine why people alway, Notwithstanding this fete of Valentine's day, Ever try to vex someone, where love should reign. Surely malice and I'rosts should be on the wane. Do unto others as they should do to you, A happy heart you will always have, and true Your friends will be, old serving ones and new. 127 CHRISTMAS WISHES. Pit, pat, patter, patter, down comes the rain Against my cosy parlor window pane. And I am wishing that it may soon snow, So old Santa Glaus may know where to go. But then he'll never dream, kind, dear old man, That we've had no snow since winter began ; He'll come heavy laden with bonbons sweet And gifts of all kinds, your fond hearts to greet. Nice gifts for mammas, as well as the bDys, And for papas, too, who love pretty toys ; The girls and the babies will get their share. For ':Santa Glaus loves all under his care. And when Ghristmas comes be kind to the poor, Send them rejoicing away from your door ; Christ then will love you, my little darlings, Who was born in a manger — King of Kings. And now let me wish you a right good cheer For Merry Ghristmas and Happy New Year, With huge piles of snow and nice sleighs and skates, And raisins and figs, mince pie, cake and dates. I i 128 SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. RKIMINGS. •• EliOI. ELOI, LAMMA SABACTHANI." Good Friday. Christian reader, ponder deeply, To-day tlie Savior died ; With cruel thorns hia head is crown 'd. Then Sinai quakes with awful sound — The Man-God is crucified. Yet man goes on his path of sin. Forgetting Calvary's tree, Forgetting that our sins He bore That we might live for evermore, From every sorrow free. With cruel spears His side they pierce, Yet sweet smiles His face adorn ; *' Eloi, Eloi," the Savior's cry, •'pjloi Lamma Sabacthani," With fierce pain His heart is torn. may we meet Him face to face, • When our race on earth is run ; may sweet buds of promise bloom In ev'ry heart, where sin finds room, To praise Israel's holy One. How can we wound Him day by day, When we know He bore our pain ? Then let contrition's fount o'erflow And sin stain'd souls, made white as snow, A heavenly crown to gain. And like spring blossoms let our hearts Rise to Him who died to-day ; Let heavenly rays our actions gild, That Christ's promise may be fulfiU'd. To dwell with His saints alway. " I am the Way, the Truth and the Life," Let thy prayers like incense rise ; And let the Easter sun shine o'er A land where the redeem 'd adore Christ, the living Sacrifice. lAii «Mi fINGS. BUPPLEMENTABY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINOB. 129 RESIGNATION AND CONTENTMENT. Besignation, sweet word of faith in heaven above, And Contentment, richest treasure of all earthly love ; In the homes where they dwell joy most pure will e'er be found, And sorrow will take wing at their talismanio sound. In the cot of the peasant contentment charms the heart, And many a noble wishes in vain he had a part. For Ambition rudely spurs him on, and God is forgot Until he passes under the rod, tho sinner's lot. Biches oft to mortal are temptation's greatest snare, Filling them with vanity, obliterating care ; Forgetting that to Him above, who hears Sorrow's moan, Alone belongs their riches, to help the needy one. TO ABTHUB MOLESWOBTH. Is it myself, Arthur, you'd be after askin' For only a line if not two ? Bight glad I'd be if I had the least notion What kind of a line would suit you. Straight lines, I'm thinkin', would be the most proper For people who live on the Square ; And straight lines lead to Paradise, Arthur, As well as to parodies rare. KINDNESS. Kindness is akin to love, Melting hearts of stone ; Its flame ascends to heaven, . To the holy One. Its flame doth warm the ember, . Kindling it to life. When it lay all blacken'd By life's daily strife ; Throwing its heat around us Like the noonday sun, Strengthing us for the work Kindness has begun. 180 SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. 8KIMING8. Kindness is the ruby red Among jewels rare, Polished by a master hand And cherish 'd with care ; No flaw upon its surface, 'Tis red through and through, Breathing of the heav'nly love, Ever pure and true. Then fill the world with kindness, Set sad hearts aglow, And fit them for the treasure Hid from eyes below. Kindness is the red. red rose Growing 'mid the thorns, Filling with riche&t fragrance Whate'er it adorns ; Worn by the modest maiden. Worn by royal queen. It loseth not its beauty Where'er it is seen. By the lonely forest path. With perfume so rare. Is found the rose of kindness. Crushing out despair. TO MARY. (Mrs. Dave McKay.) Mary, thy name is sweeter far Than all other names to me ; Mayst thou be filled with virtues rare. Like the Marys of Galilee. TO A DARK-EYED MAIDEN. May joys without number Be thine for aye. And may'st thou ne'er repent Thy wedding day. 1 SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINGS. 181 TO LIZZIE C. Lizzie, lov'd one, with een of blue, Well I know thou'lt ever be true ; Cherish for me a loving thought Which for treaHure can ne'er be bought. Lizzie, thou'rt gentle, pure and good. Like flow'ret budding in the wildwood ; Then be gay, Lizzie, ^\ Uile you may, And for good fortune ever pray. GIRLS, BE KIxND TO MOTHER. Girls, be kind to mother. For you her life is spent ; From the earl> morning She prays that grace be lent To her loving daughters Whose lives to her belong, Who tuned their, rosy lips To words of sweetest song, Praising their Creator, Lisping His holy name ; •• Good God, bless oui' mamma," Their first and highest aim. Girls, be kind to mother And help her on her way With little acts of kindness Along her household way. Prepare the morning meal That she may rest awliile ; With little acts of kmdneas Her work with love beguile, That at the sunset hour Her work may be complete ; While on her bended knees Her thoughts are pure and sweet. 1 ■tMnBHBI 182 SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINGS. Born of a holy love That, like a star of peace, Illumines that happy home With joys that cannot cease. Girls, be kind to mother, Let not the bridal veil Take from her the glory That crowns her face so pale. A mother's love ib thine Till death doth chill her heart And close the loving eyes That wept with joy to part From you, when other eyes Brought blushes to your cheek, Whose loving words are heard, ♦' Thou art the one I seek." Girls, be kind to mother, Smooth with love her way When pain. Death's messenger. Bids her no longer stay In this world of sadness, Where shadows cast their gloom, To a land of sunlight, « The land beyond the tomb. TRIBUTE TO CANADA'S LOVED QUEEN. Linea received by Princess Loaise on Her Majesty's birthday during Her Boyal Highness' visit in Canada, and which H. R. H. was pleased to term " graceful poetry." Air, " National March." On this our belov'd Queen's natal day. Let Canada's sons and daughters pray That long our Queen may her sceptre sway O'er sta and land. Lei Scotia from her highland glen 5 And from lowland, mountain, field, and fen, Tune her pibroch for the gallant men At her Queen's command. SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINGS. 188 Let Erin's harp, with its heart strings torn, Rejoice like the sunburst, on this happy mom, And the brow of Erin's Queen adorn With Faith's diadem. Let Albion's hall« with mirth resound, And " India's coral strand " abound With love that in loyal hearts is found, The christian's gem. May the sunset of her life be calm, And the memory of her works a psalm When the nation's heart will need a balm : God bless our Queen. TO MAUDE. Maude, so airy and bright, Skipping along to skat a ; I'm sure her heart is light. It should be at any rate. Skate, Maude, it's jolly fun, And dance, too, gay and bright ; But mind your " scales " to run, One half hour every night. CANADA'S FAREWELL TO LOUISE AND LORD LORNE. Air, " St. Patrick's Day. Farewell to thee, Princess, a nation's devotion We owe to thee, daughter of Albion's Queen ; The high and the lowly are fiU'd with emotion, In all hearts thou'rt mirror'd where'er thou hast been. Then fare thee well. Princess, 'Round thy heart enwreath us, Let fair Canada's realms be a volume to thtee, Of which love's the binding. The gem thou'lt be finding As long as Britannia rules o'er land and sea. Then think of its lakes, its rivers and streams, think of its maples, fair Canada's tree, then think of thy rambles, like beautiful dreams. 134 SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINGS. Fare thee well, Princess, and fare thee well, Lome, May thy lives end as nobly as ' y ) .t«ve begun ; May art and the muses thy minu chambers adorn, That thou mayst in poesy live " second to none." Then fare tliee well, Princess, 'Round thy heart enwreath us. Let fair Canada's realms be a volume to thee ; May gladness unbroken, The soul's joyous token. Be thine while Britannia rules over land and sea. Then think of its lakes, its rivers and streams ; think of its maples, fair Canada's tree, then think of thy rambles, like beautiful dreams. Let " Hold Fast " be thy guerdon — Hope's starry banner To keep thy lives filled with God's heavenly love, That virtues may flourish where life is a burden, And draw souls from earth's Eden to the palace above. Then fare thee well, Princess, 'Round thy heart enwreath us. Let fair Canada's realms be a volume to thee, Of which love's the binding, The gera thou'lt be finding, As long as Britannia rules o'er land and sea. Then think of its lakes, its rivers and streams, think of its maples, fair Canada's tree, then think of thy rambles, like beautiful dreams. MAGGIE MACKAY. liike the roses that bloom in the June time, Didst thou pass from our fond loving eyes. Leaving our hearts filled with sorrow's deep grief, Whilst the angels bore thee to the skies. The merry light in thy joyous blue een Endeared thee to the friends of thy youth, And the bloom on thy cheek so rich and rare Spoke of innocence, virtue, and truth. Thy fresh young voice, Maggie, we'll ne'er forget, The pure music of love filled each tone ; But no voice is too pure for Beulah land To praise the Lord on the Great White Throne. Then SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. 8KIMINGS. 136 KATIE. How deftly thy fingers touch the ivory keys, Playing " Rosseau's Dream" with the most perfect ease ; Thy face hke a sunbeam, crown' d with hair of gold, Thou'lt be a star, Katie, when years thy gifts unfold. TO MRS. H. DENNIS, Brussels. May your future be crown'd with strength and health And a preponderance of this world's wealth. LINES On receiving thanks from the Honorable Members of the Mechanics' Institate. 'Tis sweet to be thanked. But sweeter, sweeter far To know that one's acts Meritorious are. TO MISS EVA SMITH, On receivinfj from her the ^ift of a basket of beautiful peaches. Many thanks, Eva, dear, for the luscious peach. With its crimson and golden, downy skhi ; 'Tis a tempting gift to put in one's reach. To tasce them I'm really afraid to begin. For I love to look at them — not even rich cream Would tempt me to try them, so pretty they are ; But eat them I must, for there's no use to dream Of putting them into a bottle or jar. TO MARY ELLEN FARR. Thy friendship is like heavenly dew, Thy love like heaven's sun. TO NELLIE. May your dark eyes know no sorrow. May they sliine with pure delight ; May you know no sad to-morrow. May you praise God day and night. . z=^^SBaBSBsm HB 136 SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. 8KIMINGS. THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. And now again 'tis Christmas day, And Bethlehem's star shines bright, That star of old, that star of fame, That star that crown'd a heavenly name, Jesus, the Infant King ; And now again its silvery ray Sends hope and love, the soul's delight, While angels anthems sing. . Can man desire a greater proof Of Christ's all-protecting power. Than see again this star of love, The shepherds' guiding star, above, To Jesus, Mary's Son ? Can any Christian stand aloof From praising, at this hour, Jesus, the Holy One? Let ev'ry heart, this Christmas day. Rejoice and be exceeding gay. TO /ENEAS JOSEPH. Little boy, thy parents' first-born. Canst thou lisp thy name ? Canst thou ask the good St. Joseph For one spark of flame ? To inspire thee in thy boyhood With devotion true, For God and His holy altar, Life's svveet heavenly dew. IN MEMORIAM. Jolm Donagb, Musician. Pulseless the buoyant heart, silent the kindly voice That filled the homes with music, making hearts rejoice. Erin's sons may mourn him — to Erin he was true, Her music was his glory, pure as heavenly dew. Lay the Shamrock on his breast — 'twas his darlin' pride, No other flower for him in all this world so wide ; It spoke to him of grandeur, of hope in Heaven's love. Where the Three in One doth reign, in the courts above. G^B. SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINGS. MY QUEEN. InBCvibed to Capt. Edwards. The moonlight falls upon the soa. While my barque rides o'er the wave ; The heav'ns are bright With stars of night, And my crew are firm and brave. The heav'ns are bright With stars of niglit, And my crew are firm and brave. They sing Auld Scotia's bonnie sangs, 0' pibrochs wild and sweet, While Erin's woes, And England's rose Make my heart with devotion beat. While Erin's woes, And England's rose Make my heart with devotion beat. For you, my bonnie dark-eyed Queen. I'll roam the seas no more, But at thy side. While time dotli gHdo, I'll stay until life is oer. But at thy side, While time doth glide, 111 stav until life is o'er. 187 e sjoice. pride, love, ibove. -- ZKDA. Ga/olle-eyod Zeda, thy black eyes flash and flamo Like diamonds in the suu, wild like thy gypsy name ; Cheeks as red as roses, ebony black thy hair, Lips of coral redness, some bright youth to ensnare. LILLIAN. Forget me not, Lillian, when Love throws his spell O'er thy young trusting heart by Brechan's famous well ; If fairy tales you write, be sure to find a king Who'll woo the " Forest Maiden" with Love's offering. ^i n 138: SUPFLEMENTART POEMS BY E. A. BKIMING8. CANADA'S TRIBUTE TO THE POET LONGFELLOW. The gifted poet breathes no more, Undisturbed his pen. The sweet voice That children lov'd to hear is mute, But yet he speaks : His songs live In the fond hearts of his people. His grand " Psalm of Life " will be sung When this generation has pass'd Beyond the ken of mortal man — Genius never dies, it must live Like leaven, to fulfil man's ends ; For as leaven leaveneth the loaf So doth genius inspire the soul, Man's soul must be set in motion, Else the animal creation Would soon approach his normal state. Man's soul is made in God's image, Grand in its conception, grander Than all the mighty works of heaven. The poet has his daily task As well as the philosopher. All noble minds, like the planets, Have each their place in life's orbit, With God for their Eternal Sun. Then let us pay sincere homage To the aged Poet of the North, Whose " Day is done," whose work is o'er ; Let Canada twine maple leaves With the wreath of laurel and cypress Chiselled by the sculptor Time, A lasting crown, a monument To America's poet laureate, Henry W^adsworth Longfellow. BLANCHE. Dear Blanche, thy name bespeaks a stately maid,. A loving trusting heart, like unto thine ; A budding flow'r to whom homage is paid, A flo\yer whose beauty will ne'er decline. GS. id.. SUPPLEMENTARY POEMS BY E. A. SKIMINGS. 189 TO MRS. J. A. WIELAND, Detroit. Eon keep thy voice attun'd to Hia praise above, The Lord of Hosts, the Mighty, Father of all love. IN MEMOJUAM. Eva Woatherald, I know rm going, dear papa, to the home above ; Tell not mamma, it will pain her heart so full of lo\e. Tell my little classmates at St. George s that I know We'll meet again. Tho' now I'm weak, yet I m glad t to go To ioin the angels who surround the Almighty s throne, And weep not, papa darling, rejoice when I am gone. A. CrRANT. May heaven bless thee with health and give thee grace To keep life's joyous glow on thy tranquil face. — 'O^i ^.8<^o.^