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A fe^ titles appearing in the Au^r's previous -OoV time are included Herein . ^THis Cop]? is Number | ^^ «> L ^i'W'li'S'V'9 [qIontents I HOME SONGS II LOVE SONGS III ROVING SONGS IV BOOK SONGS 'i^mmm m ■M i k Stt. ■aiHii ■«B" Let A\ese m^ songs bring back (he olden age, <TKe kings and sKattered gods , <be jojJs fKat smiled , The ■»Jiser men 'rfho jeered me for a cKild — TKe laughing njJmphs vjbo jeered me for a sage. ■ ■•9P*F"'^n*m ^m mrmmimi Herein are found di-Oers songs & -Oersei vJritten at home THE LONE PINE Dav7n on the mist; above the trees A lonel^^ pine uprears His gKost-Kung branches to the breeze. Scarred wi4i the olden years. Tne mist writhes upward, tit the spell Of some far-hidden bird; But clearer grows the sentinel His brethren dim and blurred. So stand, mS soul, amid thj) fears High over wind and wrai^; Across the darkling drift of years A sentinel to faitfi! Walloon Lake ^ 1 THE LAST PAPOOSE ^TKine is tKe grief of all the drifted doom 'TKat dashed thj) people on Misfortune's reef; Fate Nwove in warp of umber on her loom — niiine is the grief. Race after race appears, holds ear4i in fief, And vanishes, like far-fiung salt sea-spume; To thine alone, for space of life so brief, Ear^i makes amends bj? glorp of the tomb! Yet, though their graves be kissed bj) crimsoned leaf And choral pines their requiem assume, niiine is the grief. Wa;?ogamug TO MY GRANDMOTHER'S PORTRAIT Dear little maid of long ago So wistful-eyed and tender-faced, When the old artist caught you so What winsome thoughts were yours and chaste? I wonder if you f^'t the years Your eyes would gaze on, from the wall; niie longing hopes, the clinging fears niiat found your hea:t, that find us all! I wonder if you fait the trust, ni\e simple trufli of higher things Which you, long crumbled into dust, would leave in subtle whisperings To stir our souls and bid us seek A childlike faith we los. long since — So absolute, so pure and meek Hhe trust your painted eyes evince! If this was yours, as yours the task To stir our souls to life again Across the years — ah, ma;^ we ask Some such memorial to attain? Dear little maid of long ago , So tender-faced and wistful-eyed. Give us this secret power to kno^ ; For sec! You have not wholly? died! Elgin THE BUILDERS Pile tKe granite, steel, and stone. Rear tKe walls tliat hide the sun; Fashion streets of sombre tone — Flowers gnyfff there , when all is done . Bring the timbers, iron, and glass, Laj? the stones that chill and bum. Blight the trees and fence the grass — One thing men can never spurn. While tUeS carve and build and hew In open field or house or street. In all the>» think and sa^ and do - Men and God must somewhere meet . CKicago MEMORIAL DAY The flag the]? bore holds manp a spot and stain Here in the sunhgKt , as the feeble score Of Heroes ntorcK beneafh, — yet once again - The flag the3> bore. Awa>> wi4i all your mimic-martial roar! What get ye from them , save a mild disdair Whose ears have shattered at the shriek of war The^ need no brave arra^ or glittering train; Theirs but the simple blue the]? suffered for Their sole reward , for strife and toil and pain The flag thej? bore. Elgin GAELIC SONG Behold! A flower on the mountain ble^. Ana I bent to its sKimmer of beauf^ rare, To place it between mr^ lips ; When lo! Its fragrance Keav^JI-sweet grr«J Till I flung it awa^^, and it swam on the air As thistle-down lightl^p dips. Behold! A flower in the vallejl I found And I bent to its fairness, thinking the skj> Had dropped to mj> breast a star. Wnen lo! Its brea^ was in bitterness bound, Its silvern witcher? proved but a lie. And it left on m-^ soul a scar. Behold! A flower 1 sav? hS the road LroKen and crushed, yet diamond-dewed; And a blossom I bent to remo'^e. When lo! From the stem a tearv'rop flowed To the petals that la3> all dust-bestrewed — And I knew that the flower was Lo-Oe ! Marshall RETRIEVED Lost in the tireless, aimless cit^-roar, I searched, in passing, each poor wearied face To find some glint of higher things , some trace Of nobl:?sseking manhc seeing more In Life than life-u ,,t\ . Alas, full store I found of sin c oo^er^, or base Cruel touch of wealfh ; but of the truer grace No sign . Where were the dreams of heretofore ? Tlien, as I turned awaj? heartsick, a scene Flashed to my mind . LovO pines one side a hill , And, rugged in the pines, against the fire A face — old Kijikon . Strong and serene As the deep night beyond — I see it still; And turn me to the nor4\ of mj? desire! Chicago :-iyp^'.-:jk,crt<. HAMD IM HAMD WKat do tkei> dream Here in their youtfi ? Together theS stand; What does life seem — Hopings or fears, Fable or trutfi, Facing the years Hand in hand ? Hers is the life God ga^e her for. His is the strife And peace after war; Hers is the hops That the years majJ bring Small hands to grope Blind, at her breast; lo-Oe that shall spring To a babe's eyes; And, for the rest, Self-sacrifice . Chi, cago ' /ftfc i,.-S'-«..\ A-^ ^. ■mMMi RESURGAM H iere is the d awn Silence and gloom of dea4x , a moment agone ; But no^ there's a life in tke feld , A glimmer of light in the east, And a lilt in the skj? . Here in the dawn man is least; Here is God, freel>; reS^ealed ; Here in the dawn God is nigh, In the stir and the glimmer of rose And the music on high ! Here is the spring! Tendrils of tenderest ^ine-root can feel, as it flo'xCs From ear^i and from air, the swing Of life that is pulsing again , Life in the sun and the rain. Life in the soul ! Dawn in the spring — come out ! Out to the thunder- roll Of the f?ame in the east! Out, out To the call of the thrush in the wood, Out, out to the heart of the good Gre>) dawn in the spring ! Ann Arbor THE OJIBWAY POTTER Art holds for Kim no subtle mockerj) ; Impassivcl>' he sits wifhiri his rude Nor^woods atelier, whose solitude Breeds far-flung visions that xwe maj) not see Or comprehend. What though his potterj? Be simple, his materials all crude? Here where the forest casts her magic mood His work is eloquent of master>> ! A lesson , this , for us who gi\>e our li\>es To Fame, intent on leaving but some trace niiat we have li^)ed . What use to haste and fret , Pursuing that which men so soon forget? m^e End is his who neither seeks nor stri-s?es But in his work finds his God-given place. Petoske^? Zjk: ^^SSS^E!?' .-'■^:>u^. :\&'. WHERE FATHOMS BE NOT On ! Gain the seas unknown , tKe fartKer seas , Where man is not ; search earfh in all her ways , Finding , it mayl be , sDnne great meed of praise — And that is all . NJo peace will lie in these Greater horizons ; no upsurging flovJ Of sweetness from the vaster dep^s to thee; No beaut^J to unloose the bands of woe When thou hast overthrown Infinity? ! nhere is no mystery? beyond the seas, No glittering pageant of barbaric thrones; On\^ in self lie hid the mysteries, And in each hour the sweetness that atones For all Life's travail , through a work well done . Seek this, todajJ — and all thj? peace is won! CKicago LOOM CRIES Hark! On tKe night a co> is upborne; Wild wi^ afFrigkt, mocking the morn - COOKY , beating Kis tin pan Grubpile. boys! Up, ye lousj? lazy heads , Up an' git yer coffee an' yer cakes afore the dawn ! Grubpile, boys! Up an' douse yer dazj) heads; Loon's a-cryin' on the lake, Tellin' ye to rise an wake , Tellin' la23? lumberjacks it's time that theS? was gone ! REGINALD VAM ASHTON. s.ttmg bolt upright in >)ers libre Guide — guide ! Did you hear that panther — Or was it an escaped maniac? Get your rifle, quick ■-- Guide! GUIDE! Wake up, you damn' fool — Where are the guns ? Wake up, wake up! Oh Lord, Get me back safe to Broadwa;^ ! JOHN MAKES-NO-SHADOW. landing h^ his canoe Manitou ! I hear m<) brother calling me. "Rejoice," He says , "the sishcawet have come to spawn ! The Manitou has in his hand updrawn Food for his children !" Thus m3? brother's voice Calling across the lake. Speed m^ canoe, Further m^ nets and send m^ spear-point true! Great Spirit ! Manitou ! Hark ! From the trees dim echoes outfling Or is it the breeze in the pines a-swing ? Petoske^ t ! 11 -riffrt':iifc-fi*i*\&f. ••" 'aw.^":-?'*! n|OVE @ ONGS Hffrwn are contained certain songs of Io\>e 3 4-.-»^^^,i'*^,"«7« HEART'S CONTENT t Hod God put for^K a drum unto nyp Kand , I would have wakened tKe nations to sweep from their face All that is eOil and wrong ; made men understand Faitn , and tKe giving of grace . Had God put forfK a sword unto m>> Kand, I would Kave swept all tKe earrt\ wi4\ tKe flame of it bare , So forcing peace on tKe sea and peiice on tKe land ; Peace, and tKe quiet of pra^^er. Had God put forfK a Ij^re unto mj? Kand, I would Kave gripped all tKe world wi4> tKe grip of m^ song; Giving tKe gift of mS gift to ever>) demand. Serving tKe weak and the strong . But God put for4i a Kand unto mj? Kand, SKowed me a patKwaj? of tKorns , and all joyous I went ; Gave me tKe love of a babe -- aK , dream- ropes of sand ! See, Ko^ m]? Keart is content' i FROM THE TRAIN Ji Years from Uer - hov? tKe wKeels sirtg to me! Miles from her - dearer and nearer' Ever the whirling hours fling to me Heart-cravings olden that .'ing to me Soft through the dreams her eyes bring to me -- Dreams of her, nearer and dearer. Wheels quiet, and the lights that shine From all the quiet town — her town! One light is hers, but gives no sign To me; on., jf the sparks that burn For hundred other hearts than mine. So near! Until the sW wheels turn And down the night the light-sparks drown. ^e-e! I knevO mjJ heart had need of fearing, Need to shrink from thinking of her so! Ghosts of olden days and dreams come leering From the stars to fright me as I go; Wreck and ru^ of days and dreams heart-searing , Pausing .... passing .... ho^ was she to kno^iO? FROM THE SOUTH Whispering wind of the sou4i , Bear me a kiss from her lips - Waft me a brearfi from her moufh ! Lightly? as humming-bird dips, Softl>> as hummingbird sips. In the thirst of m>? desolate drouth Ah, bear me a kiss from her lips! Southwind, so wearp and spent, Breathe me the waj? she has gone! Wi^ snatches of orange-bloom scent, WiA fragrance of flower- bestar red lawn , Wifh sweetness that flushes at dawn -' All m tUS whisperings blent. Ah , breathe me the wa>) she has gone ! AWAKENING Ho^ Kave I lo>)ed thee, thirsting Afar in desert ways, And yearned to f5nd adown the wind Some hint of silvern days, When all tUS soul was bending To touch my eager yourti , To soothe and heal the scars that steal Across the face of Trufh ! Hov? have I found thee, waiting ^ So patientl>^ and lone ; Till ail unsought of word or thought ^3^ spirit was mine own! Love has nor place nor portion; But mine is bitter rufh For wasted years that hid with tears TKe desert ways of Trufh ! THE MOTHER PATIENT Higashi wrought me " — tkatisall. Long dead He lies beneatfi tKe cherrj? trees , wi<K Hands Ceased from tKeir patient labor, and his fled Sweet spirit no^ at rest. From cunning Isands Of sKapen bronze, close- wreathed wifl\ man^p a thread In guld , he formed his masterpiece , that stands So mutel)> eloquent of days far-sped And half-sensed fantasies of ancient lands. ^is was Higashi's child, and claimed his life. Teach me, old worker of the long ago, Youi patient spirit, calm in pet^ strife. Rising supreme o'er all vexation; so Mj^ living child maj? prove ns true and fair In everp soul-line, as your bronze-craft there! AN ITHACAN LULLABY Sadlj? the golden evening is fading, Dim is tke wandering light in the west; Valle]? and temple and sea overshading — Artemis grant thee repose of the blest! Oi, little mariner, sea-gulls are wheeling Lot? at the cliff-edge , and night-songs are stealing Over the haS from the fishermen, reeling Mets upon nets — so rest, bab>) , re5t! rar in the moonlight white oars are flashing, Softly? and sweetlj) the night-breezes croon; Up from the vallej^ the waterfall, splashing. Wafts to thee peace and repose in its tune. Rest, little wayfarer! Slumber is steeping Ocean and land in the peace of its keeping; Soon will be da>) , and the exid of (kS sleeping - Rest, bab:?, rest, for the morn come4» soon! II UNFORGOTTEN The rose that you gave Is withered and ,-!ead ; Yet even in dea<h ^ere lingers a brea4i Of the sweetness we crave — But the beau^ is fled. niie love that you gave Seems sweet to me yet. You have perished, men saj? ; What knowledge have thej? ? I kno\(? that the grave Cannot make you forget ! i m TiLi i i j i M THE ROMAMY TEMT If ( Soft on tKe tent is the toucK of rain - Sleep, little chal , for tKe nigkt is long ! TKe storm bears deafK to tKe farmer's grain , But Gorgio's loss is Romania's gain; And tKe oak is bent to sKelter tKe tent At tKe edge of tKe plain — Sleep , little pal , for tKe nigKt is long ! Tall and strong are 4i>) bretKren nine , — Sleep , little pal of tKe wandering tribe ! But more tKan tKeirs sKall be strengfK of mine TKougK tKou sleepest Kere , little babe of mine , Ir^ a Romany? tent b>) tKe old oak , bent wKere tKe four winds twine. Sleep , little cKal of tKe wandering tribe ! ',i'i V^^PCt?^^-^- THE SANDMAN WKen soft and sloW tKe shadows fall, And in tKe sk>' tKe pale sweet moon Appears, tKen down tKe darkened Kail Tne Sandman's coming soon! WK]?, e^en? nigKt it seems tKat wKen nite stor3? mo^er tells gets to Its -OerS nicest part, just tKen niie oddest feeling toucKes you! You simplj? Ka^e to rest rour Kead On mofKer's knee , and somefKing queer Gets in your eyes, and - "Off to bed," Says mofKer , "for tKe Sandman's Kere !" He comes wi^ 5neak>> , steal^3> tread, lou cannot Kear Kim on tKe stair; But someKoW, wKen tKe da>> is fled Hhe Sandman's always tKere! ' HYLA'S SOMG ¥ f n WKen I Have felt the toucK of years Hnat seem so ligKt as yet ; When I Kave known the bitter tears Of some still far regret ; I would not then turn to Kis page Tnat sKrines m^ memory? , Nor murmur, wKile old days engage M3) Keart , "Hliis man loved me !" But wKen around me merriment And laughter circle light, I would some cedar-laden scent Might drift across the night ; That so I could recall again His clear sereni^ ; And think , for that I gave him pain , This man remembered me : i;a1'^s:' j-^U-'- '■»'T*'%.' wmwfp.-g'itfs. EVENSONG Husn , little babe ! Hhe eventide is falling And everytKing is ven? still end s'cvJ ; So husK , and listen to the pale stars calling And sending of tKeir loOe to von helovi ! Babj? dear, on mother's breast, Listen wKile we sing to you ; Peace and slumber, sNweetest rest, All of these we bring to you ! Little stars v^atch in the skj? While the big ones bear to you Dreams, that shall not fade or flj? But shall make life fair tr you ! "Bab:P dear, fall fast asleep! ^Ino' God took the da>> from you, Yet His watching stars will keep E-Cil things awa^? from you . Wnen you see them smile afar Let nothing gi-^e a fear to you; Just rest, and thnnk each little star, And kno^O that mother's near to you !" Hush! Mother's close bejide, so hush and listen To the night-whisper thrilling from abo^e ; See now the dim star- jewels gleam and glisten While thej) are singing to you of their lo-Oe ! lb 1 V.J2 I NOCTURNE When sweet , sad stars smile down on closing da>> And wrai^is of olden memories steal and fade ; When past jo3?s lighten all the folding shade, Tnen --- then mp heart goes out to yours alwaj? Dear lo-Oe of mine ! When evening steals the dim da>)'s life awaj) And fireflies string pale jewels adown the wind ; When the soft gloaming's poWer enthralls the mind , TTien — then m^ heart is near to yours alwaj? , Dear lo-Oe of mine ! HE AND SHE Ak, were it infdelit!? To love as do^ tne rose — EacK morn Ker dew]? Heart Keld free To an>> wind that blows? "Yet morn is but a little space. And if the AexO be sped Ho^o? loNwlj^ bangs tlie rose's face Ere afternoon be fled !" Ab , were it injidelit? To love as do^ tKe moon — Her silvern lips beld tenderly To streamlet and lagune? "Yet bers is but a borrowed ligbt, Left wben tbe daj) is done; Ho^ faint and wan ber radiant sigbt Ere tbe long night be run!" Ab, were it infidelity) To love as poets bid — Eacb bour to paj) Love's golden fee Lest you^b too soon be bid? "Yet, is tbe rose at eve not fair — ^Tbe moon not sweet at dawn? Naj) , inf del ! Wbat love more rare ^Tban tbat wbose Love is gone!" ■■■ i*-.> r^'il.; „ife -.-ilJiV, ., iYii»l: liB' -.:i" OVING @ ONGS Herein are set di-Oen •Oerses , translations , &■ rowing songs !i: i- ERRATUM TKe first line of stanza 3 , sKould read : "A Man's Pra]?er," Lord, give me grace tKat 1 ma>' never seek •^»i6r*>.-'''iF^-'' ^ .iL:M QUAND VOUS SEREZ \ Spinning beside tke winter's fire, your Hair A silvern crown benea^ the candles dim, Tne tKougKt will come, as tK«$e m^ songs Sou Hymn — 'Ronsard enshrined me, when that I was fair!" nl\en not a drows;? servant bp you there Half dozing , feigning work to suit your whim , But shall awaken at the name of him And bless you, for the lo^e he held so rare. m^en I shall be at rest, while up abo^e The myrtle shadows weave m;^ mystic pyre, But you will croon across a dying fire And mourn your old disdain and mS lost lo-Oe. Ah , li-Oe and \o-0e , nor wait the morro'vJ's dawn ; Cull Tout's fair rose, Helene, ere it be gone! f MANS PRAYER |{|; L^rd , give me grace that I map never reap Where mine own hands have failed to sov7 the seed ; Grace to hold dear what others scorn as cheap, Grace not to barter soul for body's greed ! Not mine the lure of aught that greatness brings , The hymn of triumph or the flame of - Jrds ; Hold Hhou m:? fingers from th^ deeper strings Unto the beaut^ of the minor chords. Lord, give me grace that I ma>' never ask Wnere 1 have naught to give, and ma}? not Mp couch wifh children's tears , or wear the mask Of comfort, woven h^p wan souls and grej? To give me ease! Let none hold me in hate As I would bear no muted lives in fee; Lf?nd me nTh]? love . to be mp high estate ; Is bronze, then, proof of lmmortali^?? Lord , give me grace I ma]? never seek Th;? Grails of pomp and power , where others throng ; That I , as m^ou , maj) see hovO Might is weak , Hov? Tru4i and Justice fare not wi4i the Strong . Grant me no gift of prophet's high insight. No flerj? eloquence of faifl^ assailed; Mine not to lead but follovJ, after Right — And if they will , let men deem I have failed ! n LA VISION t WK3? sittest tKou idle in the marketplace? Am I not wifl\ tKee in time of trouble -- Spectre of tK]? youfh , felloW-pilgrim of tKine age ? rsJeitKer evil destiny? nor guardian angel am I , AltKough so men name me . Heaven ha^ granted t\\^ scul unto me; Where tKou art , shall I be alwa])' As a brother inseparable. Even unto the end of th^? days When I shall enthrone myself on thj? gravestone ! In sadness , come unto n'.e freely? , But in J03) avoid me waril>' ; Ever must I follow th]i? pafh Yet never ma]? I touch thj) hand --• For I am SOLITUDE. TRISTESSE 'I I Have lost the jcr? of life. Fled are friends and gaitp ; Gone is all tke zest of strife WKicK alone bids genius be! When I found that Trufh was mine Ho\>? I hailed her as a friend ! When frr dregs I kne^ her wine On her waj? I bade her wend. Yet Tru^ knows nor bond nor thrall; niiose whom she denies her grail Find that life has missed its all — When God speaks, shall answer fail? I have lost the best of life, J03) and Tru4\ afar have swept; All that has escaped the strife IS that sometimes I have wept. m RECOMPENSE I have not gazed across the bare expanse Of heated desert-plain , to rest my sight On Philip's cloistered walls ; nor in delight Have I beheld the arabesques that dance Across Alhambra's witchery ; no chance Has led me through the ^hado^- haunted night Of rich Toledo's povertp ; yet , bright Or sad , I knov? old Spain's wierd necromance ! For sometimes in the thrilling of a leaf Or wafted fairness of a far-hung cloud , A vision sweeps before me through a brief Sweet brea^, its transient figuring endowed Wi4i all the wonders I have never seen . Lord God , dost guerdon for what hafli not been ? vm SCOTT t f: t . Go down to dea^ , stout Keroes wKo 'would free ^Tnat secret wKicK the snov? encompasse4i ! Whose is the -Ooice that bids you ceaselessly Go do^n to dea4i? And is it weal^ you dream , or empirj> In some lone land where no man wtndere4i, Or ringing trump of Fame's high heraldr?? 'NaS , not m strength the dark world glorie4» ; hJcne but defeat shall gain her utmost fee; Ye onl3> win who, in the soft-swept brea4i Of Azrael, hrp sea and farther sea Go down to deafh. '^r^-^h ?Rwsc VENEZIA MINORE Pale day, grey day in Venice --- gondoliers A-sKiver — not tKe dream that I had dreamed ! Lonely and drear , tke storied Lion seemed More beautiful in mist. Silent the jeers And jests of tke canals — dull dreary years Hung neavy in one day ; only tKere gleamed Some scarlet day-old pageantry , tKat streamed Sullenly , clogged wi4i dirt and mist^ tears . niie evening gun rang out its distanced "boom" ; A sandolo swept by , wifli careless list ; We passed Ca' d'Oro , wreathed in living doom , While soft rain wept her porticoes deafh-kissed ; Hnen Marco set his oar against the mist And San Giorgio lowered through the gloom . i|i| MON AME SON SECRET ii *fi .1 i WitKin m>) soul there lies a secret, tkieved Eternall:? from Love, that knows no sleep. All ignorant is sKe whose name lies deep Enshrined within m;p heart; nor has she grieved Wi^ love's kind grief; and nnu^ht have I achieved Though ever at her side. Thus I shall keep M}? secret, while I live. Ho^f? might I reap A meed unasked, when none can be received? For she, whom God has made so sweet and tender , Goes calmly on her vfa^ , and will not hear The murmured homage love would gladly? render ; So pure she is, so quiet and austere! Reading this S?erse, she fails herself to see; And smiling, asks "Who ma^ this angel be?" THREE MEN niiree men laj^ cl37ing wiA the dying sun. I wonder wkj? we were afraid?" says one. "Wk>>, deafK is onl^? sleep, when all is done!" You lie !" gasps one , a- tremble . And "You lie ! Dearth is the end, and we are lost who die! God! If I could but live again, and tr? ™ " Peace!" one laughs out. "See ho^ the green trees swa>) niiat but a week agone stood stark and gre]? !" ^Three men la]? dead upon an April da]? . J A/ DVT A MON COEUR k I whispered to m^? Heart , mjl errant Keart , 13 it not enougK to love sincerely) ';' Dost not see tKat fickle love is merelj) To lose you4i's blessing in the worldlj) mart?" Heart answered "Ma>> , not tKus is Fate bestead ! It is not enougK to love sincerely) ; Dost not see that fickle love is merely To render sweet the pleasures that are dead?" I whispered to m^ heart, m^ errant heart, Does not Lif? buy of its grief too dearl>>? Dost not see that fickle love is merely) To seek each day ne\J griefs within the mart?" Heart answered "May , not thus is Fate bestead ! Life buys not its store of grief too dearl;p ; Dost nov see that fickle love is merely? To render sweot *\\e anguish that is dead?" ±.:iixm^^^^.^im., TWILIGHT IM ALGIERS ^e sun is gone beloV? the Kill And purple night is on the baj? ; Yet crimsoned fingers wander still Upon tKe minaret so ga3> — niie minaret so square .and tall Whose lacquered tiles upleaping rise Against the deep Algerian skies. Like flames upon a viiva-clud wall! And near the garish minaret Where Sidi Abderrahman lies, A band is plaj^ing symphonies To make lean tirailleurs forget 1 lOxS passing Arabs scowl and glance -- A breach from Paris, sweetl>> set Within this land of newer France! i li NOUS MARCHIONS 'I We must seek love in divers tKings and ways Ere we map learn what thing we love the best ; FevJ of our man:? loves will stand the test, ?evJ of our man]? deeds will have Time's praise ! We must knock often at the gate of tears, We must pick often from the half-closed flowers Before we find that slower-footed hours Have passed our fleetness; and our age brings fears . 'Then , wifli life's cup half drained , Tru4i bids us knov? nitat best of all is some old tested friend! Meeting bj) chance , hand reaches unto hand , Heart unto heart ; what then if words come slo^O ? We march together toward the unseen land Where souls die not, where is no dajJ's dark end . i Tmrmm OUT OF TUSCANY TKresKed out is the straM? And against tke closed door ni\e sturd>> fiails stand; White is the floor Chaff-strewn, witfi the ra^ Rich scent of the grain O^er all; while the band Rests, wear>> and fain. And thus, ere the leng^ Of the da>> is foredone, Comes a moment for rest; Ah, seize it, nor shun That instant of streng^! LaS from thee the flail, Seek God in th^ breast — And He will not fail. THE CANADA SHORE Hon} fresK are the:?, and yet Ko^ sere, ^cse towns along the northern shore! And were our fathers thus — austere, Qamped down like those about us here To tales and ways of yore? Or were thej? happ:? here to d^ell In towns along the northern shore — Content wiA bread that buttered well. Content witfi heaven and wi^ hell, Wim tales and ways of yore? Yet, were our newer customs brought To towns along the northern shore. Perhaps too dear were freedom bought; For always has the freed world sought 'The tales and ways of yore! TO IVAN SWIFT I Had a friend . God gave Kim gifts of tKc best, All the world laj) at Kis feet; But there was no rest In Kis soul. His road held no end -.- And Keau^i^ of spirit is fleet! Half tKe world found in Kis face Streng^K and glor]? and power, nixese, and Kis genius; but I, Nearer and closer h^p , Sav? wi^ eacK tKievisK Kour Loss from Kis soul of the grace Gi^en b:? God. And todaj? Ke stands Reft of tKe best, Clay , all crumbled between God's bands Under tKe test. And tKe end Seems to me sad ; despite all tKe rest I was Kis friend . [©] O O K M O N G S i mi'. ! Herein are found dfOen songs, taken from <Ke Author's books . CAPTIONS 1 WKen men from nor4i and soutfi come close Look well to words — beware of bWs! 2 Were Lo-Oe than DeaA less strong It could not last so long. 3 When smitten foe laughs back Don quicklj) helm and jack! 4 Warm in the spring is the pine-sweet air, But the pine-roots twine 'round the gray wolves' lair ! 5 Mark well the rede: Much talk makes need. 6 "Bide hidden; then wifh tooth and cW Take payment," runs the forest \ax9 . 7 Who best controls his hate Holds firmest grip on Fate. 8 Though ye conquer twice and three Ye must pa3> the gods their price. 9 If the wolf be braOe and his heart be stout When the lips dra^ back from his fangs — look out ! y From "Trails CKi-J«lrou»" BEDFORD'S SONG II K li King Strang Ke wears a golden crown And a red robe on his back ; But give Kim a tree acrost from me An' see who'd quit when the sa^ cut free ! Catch hold — I'm king myself in the lumber-shack, An' that's king enough for me, B]? whack ! Qhere ain't a king in the world can whirl A peav2?'s haft, or laugh an' birl Wi4i a Michigan jack ! King Strang eats off a golden plate An' cold grub makes him cic^s But shove him through widi mj? river-crevJ An' I bet he'd eat enough for two! Work , mate — Or I'll bust ye one, ye laz>> hoss — An' that's king enough for >> o u ! BS goss, m^ere ain't a king in the world can put niie calks to me, or can shake his i;o' Wi^ a Michigan boss! From "King Strang" CHANT OF THE AXE For work and ache and sweat, for weao) strife BS oar and trap, b:? peavj? , spear and net, Tne northland offers men a wage of life — And sells it dear , for toll of work and sweat ! Yet men gain something more . A gra-Oe apart Where cedar« whisper requiem to the stars; A dwelling close to God; an honest heart; Hands gnarled wi^h toil, and rough wi^i honor's scars ; Contempt from lesser men , perhaps ; a strong Sure faifli in all the things which are not seen ; A simple trust that Right is more than Wrong, Tnanks unto God Isecause the trees are green ! And wi4i it all, the dsep respect of those Who labor at their side bjJ wa-^e or ^ood ; And suret? that He who made them knox^Js HoxO , while the axe m&S slip , it still is good ! So, for hard labor and unceasing strife BS axe and oar, b]? peav]? , sa^ and net, m^e northland offers larger wage than life — Asking no price, sa-Oe > nlj? work and sweat! From 'Blood Ro:^al" ^i PIOBAIREACHD OF FEAGH Oear and wnite in tKe fresK dawn-light Is tKe steep boreen we follo-sJ ; Blue our glittering spearpoints gleam Like tKe flying spra>' of tKe CuldamK's stream ; Loud and long rings tKe wild sword-song On edge of tKe sKield-rims KoUo^, For tKe fire of life is tKe joj) of strife And tKe battle won! % Keen and KrigKt is tKe arro\»?-fligKt As we glimpse tKe foe before us; Fire and slaugKter among tKe Kills, SlaugKter and fire tKe dea^K-lust stills; Harps clang KigK to tKe bards' fierce en? WKile tKe pibrocK rises o'er us. Till tKe daj> is ours as e-Oening lowers And tKe figKt is done! From 'Ohe Last O'Donnell" RBI 1 -i ■ -ami -w TIPPECANOE Up flint and out horn --- Dun hangs the scalp-feather; Wra4i comes on the morn And smoke of the burning! Out bullet and rod — Black Sand is the omen; ^The anger of God Shall waken ye , foemen ! Arouse ye and wake To the war-eegle's screaming; God shall shatter and break Tne dream of your dreaming; Up flint and out horn -- Your greatness is broken ! Deafh rides on the morn And Black Sand has spoken. From "A Son Of TKe Cincinnati' npn I THE ADOBE From tKe earfl^ the]? made me A grep adobe slab; Witfi mS felloxOs laid me. Sun-baked , ugl>> , drab . From tKe dust tKe:^ called me, Who bad been a clod; Plastered me and walled me — Set me to ser'^e God ! II THE HIGH BELLS i l! (I Unto tKe sk;? Tower we afar , Calling on KigK , Calling men nigK -•- NigK uVito prayer . Over tKe worn Desert-land's glare , i o sundrift and star Our call is upborne, Come ye to prayer !' Ever we cr^? , Never we cease , Come ye to prayer , H, lere is God* s peace 1 Ill THE KEYSTONE (■ Out of tKe quarr? cut and laid, Brc lands wrought me, unafraid; -. d me wifK S3?mbcls tKat had no name , Set me to hold a high arch-frame. Vanished are the>) with all their race. Yet here I dwell in m^ gi-Oen place; Washed of the rain , burnt of the sun , Waiting with God till the >'ears be done . IV THE DREAMER He heard a distant anthem swim Upon the swallov?s' twittered cries; Tne bare brown hills became to him A shimmer of sun-sympKonies ; Across the rumed cloister-shade An angel's wing limned lanes of light , And from forgotten gra\'e5 there stra yrd Lo\5 whisperings upon the night. Wifti adze and plane and rugged beam He fell to hewing out his dream. From "Ssn Juan Capistrg DWIGHT'S DITTY ii r I! . ' t'" ?■■■: I' i ; f ( ' When a feller's feelin' Kapp;? An* tKe sun's begun to climb. When the birds are all a-singin' An' the church-bells start to chime, ^Then it's fxjw'ful easjl , brother , To fergit your restless soul And amble to'rds the ri^e:- Wi<h your ol* bent fshin'-pole ! You hear the elder preachin' And a-steerin' of you right But someho'^ you get thinkin' 'Bout them worms you dug las' night; An' when the choir gets singin' Ho^ the Jordan's goin' to roll, You wisht you was on Jordan Wi^ your ol' bent fshin'-pole ! From "MarsdenS Mone^" CAPTIONS 1 Where is the trail tKat did not begin Wi4» laughter of you^h and a heartsick sin? 2 If thep that find ma>' see, Roads bring good compan^' . 3 Gi^e tongue to a friend and tee^ to a foe: ^This is the creed that the wolfings kno'vJ ! 4 Who knowefh not his trail Shall find some'where a Grail . 5 Simpler than tricksters , stronger than foes , Humble to God the great man goes. 6 Tlie ale-'word is an ill-word e-^er; Men who knoN»? this , heed it ne-Oer . 7 When bides a snake within the nest, Who smitefh soonest smite^ best. 8 Powder and Bullet and Flint and Fire — Who shall naysa]? ye from Hell's desire? g Who flees from God shall feel God's goad Bestirring him upon God's road . From "A Son Of TKe Cincinnati" n LITANY OF THE KNIGHTS i I Hi God of old , wko rules the sounding years , Alike our God of battle and of tears, Hear us, O Lord! n\\e darkness falls ; deep doom is on the land , 01i>l people perisK ; wKere is no^ Tnj? hand ? Hear us , C Lord ! n O Dea^! Dea4i! Dea^! TKou Kast come to us here . Help us , O God ! Our -Galleys are stricken and sere ; Gone are tke bra'Oest , our best-born and noblest and dear ; Our strongest lie lo'P? in tke dust . Lord God , be Tkou near! Hark to us sorrowing , list to us desolate , kear ! God of aforetime, God of tke after-time, rear Bulwarks to co^er us ! Put for4\ Tkp skelter- ing spear. For dea4i and destruction ka-Oe come to tke kearts of us kere. Unto us whose dawn is gre]^ In tKe east a light is spread ; Hearts of us, be strong trda^? — Fear and failure bo4i be fled! Wi4( the past our past is sped; Up and at tKe foe who wait! Gone be our despair and dread, God and Courage keep the gate! Lances gleam in bra-Oe arrap ; CKristnten, Grossmen, look ahead! Smite tKe infidel and slaj) — Drown Kis crescent moon in red! KnigKts are we and knigKtl>l bred ! WKat Ka-Ce we to do wi^ fate? Up and strike! MaKound is dead -•- God and Courage keep tKe gate ! God Keare4i , God Keare4» ! HTxe sKado^Js upsteal ; Ride, ride to tKe call of His trump>et-peal , To tKe snarl and tKe swirl and tKe sKeen of steel ! Up and strike ! Up and strike ! CKrist rides wi4i our Vanguard, Dea4i tKunders beKind , ^m wm^ J Spur, spur, for our Crossflun'.e \\aA^ smitten them blind! Spur, spur! Strike their ranks like a flame on the wind — 1' lip and strike ! lip and strike ! There's a flame on the wind and a flame in the sedge And the flame of our fai4i flares from windrov? and hedge ; Swordflame and Crossflame! \J.y , up — wi4i the edge — Up and strike! lip and strike! From "TKe Seal Of Solomon" EL CAMIMO REAL Golden lies the sand road , the long road , the grand road , Dustt^ gold a-sifting to the lifting of the breeze ; Weary are the footsteps traveling the land road , But kings and fools go drifting to the shifting of the seas I From "Afoul Of Destin^" SOMG OF BLACK SAND 'Tile; dun deer dies bj? lick and spring ; TKe eagle cries , Qe«4i high a-wing ; And in •wait God lies for eOerytKing. B3) man]? a gate DeafK's Kouse is won ; Scalplocks hang straight when life is done ; And God lies in wait for everyone . TKe sorriest clod maj> understand HoT>J Death's dark rod cowers all the land ; But in wait lies God to guard Black Sand ! VOORLOPERS The road is long across the waste And thej) who made the road are sped ; Yet their strong spirit knev? no haste --- Their children wrought when the^) la]? dead . Lord God , gi^e us that we ma]? know" The suret? our fathers felt ; Faifh, that the forest winds will blow) The dust of towns where we ha-Oe knelt ! From "A Son Of OTItt Cincinnati" Li ,, Here Ends Hhe Book FRUIT BEFORE SUMMER Printed By ^ flie Au^or At Olte Sign Of OKe Crossed Quills Long Beach California 1915 i i.^*