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Me saw, he felt, and stranp^c to tell He found that he was saved and well. He blessed the earth, the sky, the sea, And all known things that he was free; Forgot his torment, and forgave The rock, the rain, the wind, the wave. 7 LOST ASD FOUND His heart expands, his face reveals 'ihe praise he gives, the joy he feels. And spoke he in a deep glad way All that a mortal soul could say: " O earth, sweet earth, and sand, sweet sand, And rock, and reef, and lake, and land! " O stone, sweet stone, and sea, sweet sea, And love, and life, and liberty! " O friend, dear friend, and foe, dear foe. And peace, and pain, and joy, and woe! " O thousand joys, O million things That life conveys, that living brings I " Or is this some Utopian dream That brings such glories on the scene? " Or am I master of them all At my command, my beck and call? " Mine to enjoy from hour to hour, The bird, the beast, the fruit, the flower? 8 ; A>j.;,«^y.».%V.V,\%> ' *^'*^^ |--.?< h ^ LOST AND FOUND " O wind, O wave, O surf, O sea, Let me to them, let them to me ! " O crippled heart, and hampered brain. And shattered faith, and endless pain, " And deep soul-wound that will not cure, I low long remain? how long endure?" But days are few, and records rare Where time was conquered by despair. Far out at the dividing line Where sea meets sky, where sky meets brine, He saw a ship, and one drew nigh Superb and clear against the sky. Or ilid his mind bat rave and rock His eye deceive, the sun-beams mock? O no! O no! 'tic true! 'tis true! There is the mast, the sail, the crew. On bore the ship in sweet repose; His heart went wild — he looked — he rose! 14 ^ . ■ti^.i ■"■. iiiffiti^viOTfi-iWii-iirt.Mpfc^iigrfmiiainTi'yi'^'i LOST ASD FOUND I'p to his feet he sprang, and dashed (\cr the lifeless stones, and splashed Into the water soft and calm, Spent of its fury now, and sv.am Out to the ship that moved along Like a li\'e saviour wise and strong Close «■() the shore. This was his earth. His life, his love, his home, his hearth. A rope was thrown, a ladder lowered, Bright faces welcomed him on board. Kind people nursed him back to earth. Kind \oices healed his grief to mirth. Kind words and deeds repentance brought, Of all he said, and feared, and thought. " O earth, sweet earth, how dear to me That I am saved and well, and free " To cat thy fruits, enjoy thy songs, To love thy rights and fear thy wrongs. " O home, sweet home, and sea, sweet sea, O love, and life, and lioerty." 15 nh • ,»*(*siiii.«i>«ni*«ts The Thistle BESIDE an ancient igneous stone, Up near a summit wind-swept bare, A Scottish thistle grew alone With purple bloom half fresh, h^lf fair. Said I : " Thou poor bit struggling flower Half famished in the sand and storm, I low came thee by thy life and power, Whence came the cell that gave thee power? " How canst thou blush and bloom and bear And wave thy hands so cheerily An exiled stranger, lonely, rare, Unknown, unseen, unkempt, unfree? " No fellow-blossom can be seen. And not one stem to climb or coil; How came thee by thy mauve and green l''rom such a foodless, hueless soil? " Behold thy sire, crisp, level laid, Sad relic of a recent year. And know thy fate in him portrayed; Art happy having this to fear? " i6 >^^.^.--.\-^.v.\\vV?;-^\v,A^^vK^'ff&'^-X^? THE THISTLE Then spoke the thistle, " Sir, of all The plants that creep and climb and vie In palace grounds or castle wall. There's none so proud or great as I. " On Nature's wild untrodden ground Are pleasures that are deep and good; The stones have life, the sands have sound, The wind has words, the rain has food. " I have no rival, scorning, near, No hate, no envy to conceal, I have no friend or foe to fear; No weeds to choke, no wounds to heal. " I have no fears and no sad hours, I love the earth, and now and here, I drink the rare refreshing showers. And breathe the purest atmosphere." And I the man, most meek, most mild. Bowed lowly to a flower so great, Received the wisdom like a child, And stole away to meditate. 17 BBBBB^aHSi SHHHH MflW«JI*W««»l^-M»«'»»l»a»R*l l| i«Mi!ig!S3i^tt»7at3siwS',»- *.v Little Yellow, Yellow-Bell LITTLE, yellow, yellow-bell Can you answer, can you tell, Is thy time, thy life, worth while — This brief moment, this brief smile? One sweet peep at ( and sky; One glad touch in passing by; One sweet glance around about; One shy greeting — down and out. Golden lips and cheeks and eyes In the early Spring arise; Briefly, gracefully and royal From the hungry, thirsty soil. Smiles that sandy wastes redeem Pass so quickly — pass unseen; Pass so full of life, and real, Pass wiih sad, unheard appeal. Still thou dost not bloom in vain, Since thy glory thou dost rain; i8 LITTLE YELLOlf, YELLOIV-BELL Since thy presence renders cheery All the desert, all the dreary. Little, yellow, yellow-bell. Here to-day. To-morrow? Well, Thou hast blessed the lonely plain, Greater envy thee in vain. 19 t-..: .ma.\*^x»!X»!f!r. I'he Dream of the Optimist IDRKAMF.D I died and left the clay,— that when My spirit Hed it lingered still on earth And saw all things, hut seeing was unseen. I saw them place my body in the grave. 1 saw the hot tears mingle with the soil As I was covered over, and from all My friends and mankind lost forevermore. I had no wife that mourned, but one young thing Shed warmer tears than all the rest, and they Fell from her eyes in torrents to the ground. 1 hey made a garden of the mound to mark My resting place. They raised a mar! le stone — I hen went away, and I was left alone. I never knew how much I was beloved Until the moment when, in prison home I found myself forever in the soil. 1 Ime passed on swift hours; for the dead Have no conception ni its flight. The years Grew into thousands, then to millions rose. I saw my people scatter o'er the earth In search of fortune, and I saw them die 20 ■WW THE DREAM OF THE OPTIMIST And give their clay to fertilize the soil. I saw my sweetheart dry her tears and wed Another, and I loved him for her sake. And then I was a stranger on the earth For all 1 knew had vanished from my sight. The garden bloomed and faded, and the stone Fell forward, and a forest raised its head Out from the cemetery, and then the stone Was covered with green moss and dry dead leaves. The world was hastening to the great unknown. It forgot that I and millions more had ever lived, And loved, and suffered, giving forth our aid With half compelled and halt unconscious ways 1\) better man's condition on the earth. I saw great changes overcome the world, All wrought by man, who's very form was changed To one of nobler shape; and all disease And sad deformities were known no more. In morals men went forward, slow in time They were quite perfect, and I saw them live Like brothers, all in harmony and peace. All men-of-wars had been disarmed and used 21 THE DRK.UI OF THE OPTIMIST As ships of commerce on the hitr wide seas. All prisons were closed, officials were no more. All churches were erased, for humankind No more required suasion to he t^ood; Xor needed they chastisement for oHense. Man's heart throujjjh evolution had heen changed To one of perfect model, for all wronjr Had heen purged throuo;h a^^es of emieavor A. d I found that what T (juestioned, Right or wrong, had improveil the human lieart. Then I awoke. Behold it was a dream. 22 WKSSSV^ A Poet of Man I AM not a poet of Nature whose great theme Lies in the Woods, the mountains and the stream. I am a poet of man — the inner man, And heart that throbs responding to a joy. Or beats in agony at an undue pain, Man has a charm for me; his ways and means, 1 Us rights and wrongs all touch my soul and wake 1 hat iniluencc which is instinct in my life 'I'o speak in warning for his benelit. Man's personal prerogatives disturb My rancor whe- infringed upon; I rise in self-defense defending all mankind. Man's errors stir me, and I seek to mend 1 lis half brute instincts which a million years May not eliminate. Man's love and hate I seek to bring ugether to one state. I seek to mo.'-fy his prejudice, and lay 1 lis heart entirely open to fair play; (live each his due, and judge the weak and strong According to our light of right and wrong; To give our foes just credit for their good, 23 -/ roiT OF M l\ Ami blame our loved ones for their faults. The fooil 7 hat quenches all the cravinj^s of my brain Flows in this ehannel. I himan j^rief anil pain Awake my |>ity — enslav enetl miiuls I wish to set at liberty, dud find A slayer for all su[iersntious fear. And pro\e the nnstery of our bein^f here. 'I'his is the muse that stirs me, and I feel A duty is performed when I steal Into the wooillaiids that I love so well To write what inspiration brink's, and tell The rif.rhts of iTiankind to his fellow man — Wherein we err, antl where we wisely [ilan — To ^ive him credit for his nobleness. And blame him for his groundless wickedness. 24 As \\c Arc Seen AS tlic stars and heavens sec us Man ami woman, we are three, l-rorn the tiawnin^ to the liark. The dead, the living, those to he. On the plains ami in the forest r'oot-prints niari< the sands and clay Steps of secret boiiies moving, Passing at ttie break of day. I*assin^ with unsteatiy motion. 1 lere uncertain, there unseen, In a broken language talking, Telling half of what has been. By the sea and on the rivers, 0\er all in many ways, Speak the heroes, stand the mansions. Stand the beauties of our days. Hear the merry, merry laughter, Hear the ringing of the chimes, Hear the weeping, wailing, gnashing - Shames and glories of our days. 25 JS II I: IRE SEES' Lie the ^rcat oms ol the future l^nsuspettin^i;. unsuspeeteil, Down the affes in the shailous St ami j^reat statues utierecteil. We must fall that they may ri^i^, '\'()u and I and all alive, Our dear ilays and \vi ..'ks and years Ours must [lerish ti. rs to thrive. 26 The Poet HI-; is all depth no surface, when he speaks I le speaks whole volumes; ami his eye with pride Sees each emotion in the human heart However well preserved, however masked. I'.ach joy and charm in nature sees he to(j Without a clouil to mar his j;lorious view. I le takes a man's dissected soul and tells Whereii; he errs — wherein he may improv e. lie tells us of our faults, thou;^h we may tlinch At the sad truth, and marvel how his eye Can hrln^ i.a light things whispered not about; Or things we dare iiot bring to light tor fear Our true self should be known. The poet smiles At his alarm and horror when he tells Man of himself; man learns ot secrets then That have been in his breast iov ages past I'nknow^n to him and all the world besides. The poet is a messenger who spies At the soul's door and gives its truths away. He judges inward man by outward signs And seldom errs for he is ir^; ired 27 THE POET And speaks out hoUlly what he iinds unknown To man in man, to nature in herself. He is a yit'ted preacher whose appeal Should win o'er millions to their better self. He is a prophet born to reveal Unknown and unsuspected states to be. The poet made old Cireece and all her gods Where each emotion and each act and thought Was made a person and was shunned or sought. >8 iJi*^ Revelry TI II' RI", were sounds of mirth in the gay, gay town, In the gay town of Port Artliur; And the tnirth went up as the v.ine went down. And the city shook with laughter.* The men made love and the maids made fun While the tlarkness crept upon them. There never was a company, no not one With a lighter conscience on them. " We will ne\tr have cause our sword to bend On that of the heathen nations, For diplomatic wits will mend All strained and false relations." But the sound of guns in the far, far East, In the harbor of Port Arthur Pierced eve*-y bosom at the feast, And the ch'-y ceased its laughter, * From the description of G. P. Curtc?, Examiner, March 17, i(X>4. 29 REl'ELRY liyc spoke to eye, ir the great, grand hal!, And every heart beast faster; " l\) arms, to arms," was the call That sprang from maid and master. " Make haste, "tis the guns at the harbor cn^], The heathen are upon us. To ship, to ship, for our li\es attend 1-lre they spit their cannon on us." " Nay, 'tis the guns at the harbor gaps," they saiil, " 1 he guns at practice only. They fear an attack from t!ie Japs." they said. And they laughed " in the midnight lonely." Then the tlance went on and the feasting, too, .^\nd the wine was serveel no milder, Antl the mirth increasetl, and the laughter grew, And the loosened tongues went wilder. ^Yhcn the morning came, the cool, gray dawn Revealed a scene of slaughter. The ships were crippled but the Japs were gone, And the brave were dead in the water. 30 The " Clallam " and the Iroquois * W'". shoLiKl Iiuir and kiss our own ones wlio arc safcU honic ':onight, Ant! la\ish all our care upon tlicni whether wrong or right; Tliev niav he o\ertaken hy some unexepected foe; We may not ha\ e the chance to hug and kiss them ere they go. We should hug and kiss our own ones and curse them not; in fact. We do not know when they may leave us ne\"er to come hack. And hundreds have heen tortured in their ah- sence e'er they knew, And did not have a chance to kiss or evil to undo. We should hug and kiss our own ones; sad warn- ings here ami there Reveal to us that they may reach eternity un- aware. * Iro(iuois fire, Dec. 30, 1905. "Clallam" wrtcketl, Jan. 8, 31 THE CLJLL.iM JSD THE IROQUOIS There was an admonition to our careless ways and slow- When the Iroquois was fired and the " Clallam " went below. We should hug and kiss our own ones for calami- ties such as these Should teach us to appreciate our loved ones on our knees — Where mothers lose their children and husbands lose their wives Who in their lonely suffering gave up their pre- cious li\es. We should hug and kiss our own ones and love their very name; They may perish in the waters wild or in the rag- uig name Without a sympathizing voice and not a tear- dimmed eye To speak a loving word and weep and watch them while they die. 3a The World and Man Tllll world docs not look for man, but man Looks for the world: it does not even try To search him out for gain or gold, but leaves Mis bud to v.ither in the deaf-mute air. It docs not seek to profit by his theme, Nor seek to know his beneficial scheme; Nor does it undermine his home in whole For precious treasure hidden in his soul; Nor does it try to cultivate his plant. Man seeks the world struggling with great odds, To force upon us what we praise him for In time — it may be music, and it may Be science or invention of some kind. He crawls through darkness, over mires of slime; He braves rebuke, dishonor, even crime Imposed upon him, for he is a fool At first, who is a hero in the end. Against all evil influence grows his creed — If strong, though not immune, he may succeed. He must defy all billows till the '.and Is reached, and then they clamor for his hand. But where one hero breathless gains ihe shore A thousand sink unknown to rise no more. 33 ^11^5-: Rccd Sinoot IX the Ltiitcd States senate one Reed Was accused cf a very bad deed, So they took him to court With a solemn report And started lo germinate seed. This report was carefully drawn, And in one part it said very strong: " Reed Smoot is a Mormon " And Senator Ciorman Says 'tis unlawful and wrong. So they probed all his joys -xnd his woes From his head to the tips of his toes — Quite {ilain it was shown That he was not alone, I- or they brought in his friends and his foes. And they went to the radical (root) In the trial of Senator Smoot; And each leaf and limb Was a proof against him And the Mormon religion to boot. 34 REED SMOOT Joe Smith they first fell upon, (The Mcnocotylccion} This was a prophet Who made something of it And founded the church of Mormon. They examined his whole famous life From his birth to the end of his strife. They tried quite their best 'Fo blame him with the rest, But they found he had only one wife. They next came to one Brigham Young Of whom the poets have sung. When they found he had twenty Or more, they said " plenty, We are all with indignity stung." On Smith the Apostle they fell; llis tale was amusing to tell. He said he had four And wished he had more, And he loved them all fondly as well. 35 RRKD SMOOl This was die last gasp in the said talk. It brought the whole court to a deadlock; In the year "91 " A law was begun To prohibit polygamous wedlock. They should leave Smoot alone in his glory. And hush up the abominable story. He has but one wife For the joy of his life, And to have any more would be sorry. 36 The Man IIIAVI-'. no prejudice, u man nray lie Black or white, oi yellow but to me lie is a man, and that is all 1 know. I ;ini not bigoted, a man iTiay ha\e Coinictions to his liking, as he tinds The world he may take it, and his faith In all things known and unknown may control His life, his ways, his friendship and his love — To me he is a fellow man — a friend If he is gentle, honest and retined. That which we think most probable let us hold As truth even if the proof is not yet found. He is rightest who is kindest in the world — Who does the most to help his fellow men — Who feeds the hungry and uplifts the weak No matter what his creed is. What we think Is mind-born; there it ends. W^e are all right Because we think according to our light. We should have praise for what we may achieve No matter what convictions we believe. Nor would I choose a friend by faith, and shun The man whose views were different from my own. 37 Anticipation OXCl'l, when the world seemed strangest and when time Most awcii me, ami when jnist and future cluny Most hea\ y in their nnsteries on m, ..mid, I stood bewildered and my mind's eye tleu Into that tiim future where lies unknown, r.ngult'ed in mystery the tatc of all That was, and is, and may be in the world. Came like a shock the fate ot men who die And leave their clay to fertilize the soil. Came with a pang the inevitable end Of all inanimate objects lying by. Man has great glory wuiring but beyond Imagination pictures e\en his fall, And the probable ending of the world and all. The sun goes out, the world goes parched and dry, And total darkness spreads throughout the sky, A thousand zeros take the world in hand And spread extinction all across the land: And never more a tongue shall speak to save 38 .isricii'JTios' Man's fj;I<)ry from an c\crlastiiig grave. TIk- world tliat ho had harnessed with his will Will c()n(]iicr lilni at last but keep on still All relie-strcuti witli man's forgotten skill, lUit cris[) and dry, unfertile and unknown, Into the ages friendless and alone. I weep for the fate of all tilings when the years Of earth ;ire numbered — and 1 shed hot tears. 39 The Owls aiui the \V\pcd T\\'( ) owls one nl^ht came " hoot, hoot, hoot," l\i^ht at niy hcd-roorn uiiuiow foot Anu spoke their hiiiguage (]u.iitit ami cute. ( )iie said: " I ilo not know, oo, oo, W liat it is best lor us to do. \\ liich is the deadlier of the two " The uprij^'ht hiped or the erow? I he ape that dresses up for show Or tfie bird that is hlaek from head t(» toe?" The other salii ; " I think, oo, oo, Thar man is the deadlier of the two; W'c know not what he yet may do. I saw one once when scarce in \iew' Se\er an owlet right in two With only a sharp report, oo, oo. " There's not a living thing that is, Which, if it does not mind its biz, Will be an ornament of his. 40 77/a: oifi.s .iM) rin. lui'f n " 'riicy nail us mounted on their u.ill. I lu y sp ill our tlc'sli; ami this not all; < )iir hicks iiri.- haii^in^f in their hall. " The \ery lamb, whose pure career Is [)ast the shadow ol a sneer, They clip atul slash with knife and shear. " Let's set his house atir- ami tly into tlie niu;ht wliere secrets lie 1'nls.nown to bijied or to tly." The other then : " By faith, oo, on, 'I'hat is the \erv thinj; tr. do. Down witli tlie liouse and the biped too." .And when I heard a flip, flap, flap, .And into the nijrht they went, mayhap In search of a piece of pine-\>ood sap. .And I, with niy conscience on my tace, Blushed for the misdeeds of my race, And slept to hide from the disgrace. 41 A Medium I I AM a medium only, for my thoughts Come uni.-epared; my very visions start Like meteors in the sky with bright clear Hash Bursting unwarned, and like meteors come I'rom spheres unknown at random one by one. I do not hold me guilty for my thoughts, Nor am I quite responsible for my views. For I cannot shape my verses at my will, Nor mould opinions that would suit myself; For had I my own way I would not war I'ncrowned against the evils of the day. I would not risk the love of all mankind In trying to give seeing to the blind. A poet is the tool of higher power Whose individual rights are sacrificed That he may pipe instruction to the world. This influence takes his very mind in hand And scatters balm across the stricken land: Or else he is a victim of past growth Beyond the great misfortune of most men. The influence of past ages on the brain Makes thought an instinct, and ideas roam Entirely independent of the man 42 A MEDIUM Till even in sleep we cannot cease to plan. I often dream a line or two, and make A poem from my vision when I wake. So thus I am a medium on the earth — \ go-between, to carry rules and laws To uphold virtues and to point out flaws. 43 l^ Faith OXCF, rose a city on an ocean siiorc Fed by the trade and conmierce of the sea, Anci sweetened by the breezes of pure air That skininied the waters over from the west, And nurtured by the rain-clouds hastening by Fo fertilize the inland fields and plains. The city grew and flourished till its walls Fncircled millions, and its stone-pa\cd streets Were teeming with ambitious work-worn men; For every man had either hewed a stone, f)r mixed the mortar to cement the walls, Or planned and joined the woodwork where re- quired, Or excavated, then with common pride — As they were common in their form and birth — ■ They praised their work and doted on their skill. But anguish probed t'.ieir hearts anon. There rose Great questions as to what a man should hold As truth regarding things unknown to all. What was it meet for mankind to believe 44 r.nrn Respecting world mysteries, and the fate Of those who leave us one by one in death? — And this made foes of men who once were friends. The Press took up the matter and a war Of bitter hatred cut the town in two. Each half was sub-divided later, till A hundred sections held respective views, And each one thought his faith alone correct. Some papers were agnostic, some for God; Some worshiped statues chiseled from cold stone; Some bowed before the sun and moon and stars, While others reverenced the crude, wild beasts. They raised great temples to propound their views, And faith became the one important fact. Anon a restless spirit's trembling, shook The roots and branches of their cherished hopes, And brought the fruits of ages to the ground. There rose a question as to who was right — And this was greatest problem of them all. The last we heard those men were still in doubt, \Yithout one clue to bring the tnie facts out. 45 To the Brain LONG hampered, long enslavened, thou hast lost A mint of wealth that might have been thy own But for the persecutions of mankind Through decades of vile plunder, when thy strength Was overpowered by brutal force; when ignor- ance Of laity was Pontiff power and gain. In looking back, thou scarce hast gained a step Since Homer sang the war-god's song, and kept Alive the manners of his time unknown; Since Socrates and Plato in their dark, Enshrouded, groping way, gave forth their views Of world mysteries and the universe Since they the Hrst of ethics gave to man — What was the rightcst, also what was wrong; I low we could live the noblest; what to do L nder the circumstances of the world, Our life, our helplessness, our birth, And ultimate return to the earth. And thou art what we go by; all ve know Thou gathered from oblivion long ago. 46 TO THE BRAIN Thy harvest still is only in the sheaf, Thou hast a future greater than we know. Thy greatest representatives are dead, fled Their voices long are stilled, their genius B'ut future lights may yet send forth their ray To dazzle all the world, and achieve The laurels which the ancients wear unclaimed. A thousand years of dark unfruitfulness. Then thou wert born again, and Dante came. And after him a long and worthy train Sprang from the roots of ancient Greece and Rome, That had been dormant in the slush and slime Of helpless ignorance, and groundless crime. 47 I Liberty F aught in life there is for me, 'lis peace and love and liberty. If there is pleasure in these days, 'Tis freedom of our thoughts and ways. For if we let our conscience rule Our ways, there is no better school. I sometimes wander to the woods To ponder in my happy moods ; And lay me down and learn to love The sun and moon and stars above; And praise the power that gave me those x\nd all the glory they expose; And clutch the earth, my dearest friend That brings me blessings without end; And sigh that I must leave a Ikmiic In which I love so much to roam. 48 LIBERTY For all the wonders that I see Expand my heart with love and glee; And all the comforts that I find Were freely given to be mine. 49 A Lesson IWI'-Xr to school with Nature; My lesson was on Man; I opened up my copy-book And overlooked the plan. I saw ten million pages, All closely written too; I staggered at the mountain weight Of work I had to do. There was history in those pages, And r.-iystcry in them too, With love and hate and selfishness And anecdotes half true. There was honesty and justice, Self-sacrifice and fears. And a million other Virtues that Were loaded down with tears; Ten chapters on hypocrisy, A hundred on conceit, A thousand supernatural And fifty incomplete; 50 A LESSON Philosophy and hygiene, l^sychology and faith, Law and metaphysics, And birth, and life, and death. There was outward man and inward, The upper and the lower, The richer and the poorer, and The savage and some more. I hastened from my desk, and Gave up with grief untold — Too much there was in volumes for One human mind to hold. 51 The x\Icn ot tlic Pctropavlofsk *t^INCi ho for the rctr()pavh)fsk, O ^ing ho for the men of jrallantry. We ha\e no fear if the Japs are near Nor eare if they iif^^ht most s^lhintly." CHORUS Come list to the waves That si^h o'er the graves Of the men of the Petropavlofsk. "Our hearts are lighter than the morn. We fear no Jap that e'er was born The heathen hoard with their fire and sword We shall teaeh the White Man's wrath to scorn.' C'llOKlS Come list to the waves That sigh o'er the graves Of the men of the Petropavlofsk. " So sing ' Yo heave ' with all thy might, And bring the flag-ship to the fight. We are men of steel in woe or weal And shrink from nothing that Is right." 52 Till: Mi:s or ruE I'lrRoi'jri.oisK Cll )KLS Conic list to tfic waves That si^h o'er the ji;ravcs CJt the men of the Petropavlofsk. So they went to the front most jralhmtly, Right into the midst of the enemy. I'here was not a man in the whole great plan Hilt would die with the I'etropavlolsk. ClIORl'S Come list to the waves That sigh o'er the graves Of the men of the l*etropavlofsk. Then a shock, and a flash, and a roar, and a yell, And the flag-ship into fragments fell. And the men went down with a fame-decked crown. That shall shine as long as man can tell. CHORUS Come list to the waves That sigh o'er the graves Of the men of the Petropavlofsk. 53 THE MF.\' OF rni: I'i.tkoi'.iilofsk '1 luTf arc homes ulicrc ^riff is raj^Ing hij^li. '1 hcri' arc honics where those heroes will not die. 'I here are hearts at home that were tossed on the foam That cK)sed on th.e IV'tropavdofsk. CIIOKIS C'onie list to the wa\-es That si^h o'er the jrraves Of the men of the Pctropavlofsk. 54 Borrowed TI II". flesh vvc have is borrowed flesh, Horroueil frotii earlfi atui air; The h'le we ha\e is horroweil life, borrowed from — we know not where. I lie eyes we have are borrowe ' eyes, borrowed in a complex way; Our heart is but a borroweii heart, And must be ^iven back some tiay. I he lore we have is borrowed lore, Borrowed from the learned dead; The books we have arc borrowed books, Cileancd from what the wise have said. Time has a mortp;agc on our life And a mortf^aj»c on our lore. Some day tinu- will call around And forever close our door. Why arc we punished for a crime? Why for a virtue arc we praised? Our byjrone fathers willed us these — On their bequcathings we have grazed. 55 BORROJfED The life ue have is borrowed li.'s, And Quv flesh is but a loan — If all I have is borrowed, then There's nothing I can call my own. 56 The Cuckoo THE cuckoo lays in another bird's nest, And not in a nest of its own — And some men Hve by other men's means, And not from seeds they have sown. Another bird hatches the cuckoo's egg. And nurtures a foe unknown — And some men work for other men's good More ihuu they ^ for their own. The young one objects its foster mates. And reigns in the nest alone — And some men step on others to reach A better and higher throne. Another bird fosters the cuckoo's young, And thinks she is kind to her own And some men trust in another man's smile, And cherish an adder unknown. I 57 A Death ANOTHER soul has fled the earth and left A withered, shrinking body for the soil. Another weary, finished with his toil And gone to rest. The history of a man Has been tolled out, and credit has been given — For he is dead. Death cancels all our debts Of wrongs and passions, and eliminates Our deepest dyes. For once we get our dues For one brief moment, then the mantle falls Opaque and dark, and time rolls slowly on Toward the great eternity, and we Are lost as though we never had been born. It means our everything — our all. It means l^hat all we feel, and know, and understand Is blotted from us — that the sun dies out Before our eyes whatever our regret, And all is dark and gloomy as before, And earthly knowledge shall be ours no more; Our very house and home, our friend and foe. One generation more, will cease to know That such a party lived, and laughed, and died, With whom one sang, with whom another sigh 'd. 58 A DEATH His very form shall leave the minds of men; His very thoughts shall perish — and again ' His brief example, if he had a theme, Will be as dead as a forgotten dr iream. !■ 59 The False Heart A\'IRTUE is a fault in one we hate; A fault a virtue in the one we love. We are so frail, so mortal, and so full Of unforgivingness where we dislike. And so unseeing where we cast our love, That all our moral fairness is cast off And leaves but prejudice in two extremes. Tliis is our ancient instinct still alive, Ruling our lives — deciding this and that — Shaping our destiny, and making foes — And very otten making friends of those Who merit not our confidence and love; And enemies of ones who love us most. Superficially, the savage is no more; The bangle and the tatto are dead arts; We have outgrown the worship of wild beasts; We live no more in hovels in the ground; But still the heart — the hardest to reform — Bears malice, holds a spite, and strikes 1 o seek revenge for harm once sust'^ined. These are all savage traits; the white man's heart Has softened little — it is but restrained; Its vengeance is much greater when the chain 60 THE FJLSE HEART That holds it snaps; it strikes with ton-fold force, And leaves a greater sorrow in its course. We should o'erconie the brute-man, and allow Our gentler soul to take our hearts in tow; And we should slay the savage from our soul, And ever labor for the purest goal. 6i M. The Dead 0\I" horrid night I slumbered and believed I went a visit to the dead, and saw Strange beings that had gloried once hereon, But who had fallen in tieath at various times. The whole world's past irom ages far remote Down t.) the present day was there congealed; And in those hearts was history yet untold. The tongues were silent, and the cold, still lips Were scaled forever with their secret lore. One spirit said, as I went wandering by — " How long must I in this oblivion lie? Where is that home, the dwelling of the blest?" Then closed its eyes and sank once more to rest. I hurried by and answered not the shade. But bowed my head and vanished silently. Another murmured, " Bring me back, my love," I turned my head ? moment as it spoke. The form trembled but was quiet again. The eyes were closed once more, and motionless. I saw the lover sleeping by his side Where she had lam for ages quite unknown To that sad heart. I turned away. A tear Went trickling down my cheek, and on my breast 62 THE DEAD A load of bitter disappointment pressed. I answered not, for guilty as I was, I did not wish my ignorance to display. A moan came to me from a spirit by, Which thus complaining said, " O! why should I In this cold clay forever, ever, lie? Give me the fields of earth, the streams and hills, I he mountains, valleys and the murmuring rills." I fell to earth face downward and the tears Gushed from my eyes in torrents, till the ground Was flooded with this essence of distress; And then I rose and fled. A shade near by Caused me to pause again and hear its cry! " I sacrificed my world-home, and I sought A glorious Heaven, and this is all I got." A cry of anguish started from its lips. Then they were sealed once more — th. lips were closed, And motionless lay the spirit as before. Again a flood of sorrow reached my eyes; Again my form trembled and I fell Face down and bit the very dust in grief. I wept tor the sins of mankind, then arose Dashed through those tombs of horror and distress. Eager to escape its bitter atmosphere. 63 f THE DEAD At every step a murmuring spirit came Down from the earth above, and took its place Complaining with the host already there. Failing to free myself I fled along Always amidst a sorrow laden throng. I closed my eyes, and stopped my ears, and fled Head foremost like an arrow o'er the dead Without a wing, and thus I sped along. But still beneath I heard the same sad song. A brother sought a sister, then a wife Called for the husband she had loved in life. A mother called her children, and a child Called for its parents in a voice half wild. And many yearned for the green, glad earth Where they had lived, and loved, and joined in mirth. Where every comfort they had wished was theirs, And where they mingled in the world's affairs, And humbly gave assistance in its cares. At last a sad voice calling me for aid Relieved my brain, and made my vision fade. 64 The Two Brides AWOMAX dying in her husband's arms, Seized by fell affliction in young years And deep devotion for her sweetheart, said With the last murmur of her inward soul E'er it departed from the trembling frame, — "O! hold me tightly, let me not depart! It is so hard to die. I love the world — And thee. O! what a sad exchange, to give All that I love, against my will, for death; Death, bitter death, and loathsome death. O! why Should a bud thus perish e'er it prove its power? Am 1 not young thus to be laid away From thee forever in the cold, damp clay? But it must be, I know my end is nigh. How sad my fate, has God no sympathy? My dear, press closely to my bosom, kiss My cold, thin lips — they have no warmth now — And place thy hand upon my marble brow, And press me tightly, so that when I die, Through all eternity I will feel thee nigh Still pressing in that attitude of love 65 Ll. :!llf THE riro BRIDES And deep regret. Our last impressions may Linger on our souls when we are far away, riiroughout all time, even to the judgment day. My soul may see thee always by my side Out-pouring thy last love-gem e'er I ilied. We loose the What tio we gain by death? world, All that we know and love, all we enjoy — Our home, our friends, ambitions and delights. As for ourselves, all that we feel and see Returns again into the earth and air, To make the sap for others yet to come In ages far extending from our own. But ah, my heart is fluttering, I have grown Most weary and exhausted, and my life Is ebbing fast. I feel my very soul Stealing from my body like a thief In spite of all your sympathy — and my grief, And all my strong ambition to remain. Be true to me and do not wed again, For up in Heaven if the Lord thinks best I'll wait for you and take you to my breast When here on earth they lay you down to rest." Thus died she full of hope, though with regret, So much she loved her husband and the world. 66 THE Tiro BRIDES She seemed not anxious to exchange her lot For all that glory of the future, taught Atul bla/oned by the advocates of Heaven. A gem of beauty was her love and rare — A love of which a good man is so proud — A love which many seek, but seek in vain. 'I hey had been married but a few short years, And he was all her world — her very life, The sun rose only to enhance her joy; They lived for one another and no more. So when he knew her soul had gone to rest, The husband clutched the lifeless form, and pressed It tightly to his bosom, then he fell To all intent as lifeless on the floor; The joy of life had vanished from his heart. His days crept by in sorrow, but there came A beam of sunshine to his soul at last, And all the gloom-clouds vanished that had been Hovering around and darkening all his life. The battle was not over, for his mind Was clinging to the memory of past days Although his heart was waning in its faith. This caused a war within the man that was Like demon fighting angel to the death. 67 THE TffO URIDES I lie cursed himself tOr wcakcni/i^ in his phm To hold one wonian's iiiuige in his mind, And sacrifice all pleasure for her sake. One day he kneeled him down and prayed for strenj^th To o\ erconic his weakness, hut the man — The mortal man — was stronj^cr than his will. His wife's sad pleading; lingered in his brain — Be true to me and ilo not wed again." But he had had enough of grief and pain, " We live but once, why should we live in vain? " For thus he argued with his new found breath. So while his former faithful wife in death Retained the last impressions of his grief, He took another smiling to his home; The same old home where she had lived and died. But all her love, and tears, and pleadings wild Lay in his bosom with the foot of time Holding them under, and his new joy's smile Killing the grief-pangs that would fain arise. She was worse than dead, the very space she claimed On earth, the chair she occupied, the heart 1 hat loved her image, now were occupied. And filled by one whose every act and smile Reduced remembrance, and belittled all 68 THE Tlf'O n RIDES Ilcr once Rrcat charm, her virtie and her love. But he was morfl, weak in mortal ways, A victim to tcm^'^tion all his days. I Ic was no god-man, perfect and immune Irom human ailments, and his heort was soon Conquered hy the world joys, ani the smiles That mocked him, laughing at his g'ief and tears. Anon the lountain o( his tears ga\e way; His first lo\e's image had been washed away. He ceased to recollect the sweet, kind voice, 'I"he grace of form that once had been his choice, The familiar foot step, and the ready smile, And the glad laugh hat never would beguile. All these were lost amid his new-found joys; Our giddy present all our past destroys. And mid the sunshine of his new-crowned qi ?en He almost thought that she had never been, And argued that if God had saved her life. He had not had the love of this new wife. So she was worse than dead, and doubly died When he she worshiped took another bride. 6q A Tale Without ar End WHEN the hreezes blow and the branches bend This is a st(— V that has no end. This is a story that has no end When the wind and the wave and the weather blent'- This is a story that ha? no enH Where the rivers creep and thr valleys bend, — In tne wilds where Nature has no rest, Where the grass i^ greenest — flowers are best. When the lion roars and the tiger springs, When the eagle soars and the sky-lark sings, When every living thing that rows Comes — and buds and blooms then — goes, When Earth revolves and the sun's hot hand Fondles the surface of the land. When its surface cracks and its luicleus boils. When the wave on the sea-shore tears and toils, 70 A TALE WITHOUT AN END When the young are born and the old decay, When the deeds of decades pass away, When these Powers wax and those Powers wend This is a story that has no end. When this great system calied our own Describes an orbit vast, unknown With a hundred thousand seasons bend, This is a story that has no end. This is a story that has no end When the breezes blow and the branches bend. When the wind and the wave and the weather blend. This is a story that has no end. Mary's Holiday THE other tiiorning mamrr.a said, " I'm feeling very ill, So you can stay from school to-day And help me if you will. " And this can be a holiday, And teacher wont complain, For what you lose at home to-day To-morrow you will gain." I said, " I will be very glad To help you all I can." And down to school with all my might To tell the girls, I ran. And then I skipped around about As proud as I could be; To stay at home the live-long day Was apple pie for me. And then I washed the dishes up, And wiped them clean and dry. And baked a cake, and mixed the bread, And made a custard pie. 73 MARY'S HOLIDAY I found it was no holiday To stay at home from school; Because you have to sweep the floor, And scrub it, as a rule. And then you have to make the beds, And shake the mats as well, And you must brush the carpet clean, Arrange the parlor " swell." To clean and shine the kitchen range About an hour employs, 'l^hen you must get the dinner on For papa and the boys. At noon the girls come running by. They play at tag and ball; ' had to wash the dishes up And could not play at all. Yes, yes, I'd rather go to school, The greatest big amount; To speak large dislocated words. And learn to spell and count. 73 MARY'S HOLIDAY I often vvontlcr how mamma lias cooked and scrubbed and sewn; How she can do what she has done, And do it all alone. To-day, to-morrow, every day, I have a lovely plan, I'll hurry home from school and help My Mamma all I can. 74 I A Gem F you arc younp, and lone, and drear, And ciny others their gocjd cheer; And you should chance to know a flower I hat haunts your footsteps every hour, Who blushes as you pass her by; Who takes your heart, who suits your eye, Just bow and smile and say, " Ahem, Dear blossom, will you be my gem?" Then work and wait; be kind and true Until her lips arc offered you. Then stoop and pull her root and stem, The lo\-ely flower, the precious gem. For this is one the ages fleet Have brought .uid cast before your feet. A gem the world has ored and grown. And planned for you, for you alone. 75 A GEM One primrose to thy garden sent, One star in all thy firmament. So press her to your great big heart, And make her of your life a part. And claim her root, and branch, and stem Thy lovely flower, t^y precious gem. No dream so sweet no gift so free, No crown so full of dignity. 76 o Spring UR Spring Is here, I knew its footsteps Running along the king's highway* Our Spring has come, I hear it singing Over the smiling banks and braes. I know it is, I hear its voices I know them in a hundred ways; I know them by the flowers and grasses Over the softening banks and braes. The gentle winds salute the mountains, The yellow-bells bud out and bloom, The tender suns caress the willows, The very cactus sheds its gloom. And birds sing sweeter, leaves are cleaner. And clouds are softer, skies are clear. Flowers are purer, grass is greener Than any time throughout the year. And trees that have been bleak and naked Are now by magic draped in green. And birds we have not known since Autumn Again upon the wing are seen. 77 Sl'RIS'C ^'cs. Spriiij^ has come, I hear it walkini^ Softly it comes o'er all the hills. Yes, Spring has come, I hear its music Rising again from creeks ani.1 rills. 78 To Build Ourselves Anew IIl.W'I', got a ikity for you that is not un- true, — \(ni Diust take yourself apart and build yourself anew. There's not a single one of us who has a faultless plan, Because it takes a lot of goods t(/ make a perfect man. (Jet you the material first and stack It all around, And sort it over carefully until the best is found. Then you must take the damaged parts and throw them all away, And you must take the healthy parts and build them up to stay. Pick cut the diamonds from the dross, the honey from the bee, Choose those who are much better and not much worse than thee. don't burrow in the Aspi ground, Reach out for to those that are the purest to be found. 79 TO BUILD OURSELl'ES JXElf I'.vtry oi c shouKl be acc()rii[ilishc(J iti a certain way, Every one should have a virtue hnnnretl in their day, — Kvery one should have u motive, motive of their own, Every one should have a tuning in a special tone. Our life is like a tiny flash in Time's eternal day, Beware you do not lose it all or give it all away. Our life is but a tiny flame that may be dull or bright, Beware you do not waste it all or put it out of sight. "^'ou must dri\c all evil out and take all \irt.ie in. You must drive all vice away before you hope to win. Nature gives you flesh and bone, a body, feet and hands. But docs not give the precious goods a moral life demands. 80 The Cripple and the Flower T 01 E is a spontaneous iliinj^ Lj That sprouts without a seed or cell, J j^oUIen (loud etnelopinjr The black and beautiful as zLell. Once in a woodland fast asleep A cripple lay a shapeless heap. A crooked, ugly, shapeless man Without one method in his plan. His hrain his only normal part And all Dame Nature in his heart. He dreamed though cripple he was made Into the walks of life he strayed. Into the woodland stream afloat He cast his crooked, shapeless boat. And as he wandered gayly by, A little blossom caught his eye. A little blossom smiled at him From sunlit edge of river's brim. 8i MICROCOPY RESOLUTION TEST CHART ANbl ana ISO TEST CHART No 2 1.0 I.I 1^ Li 1^ 2£ ■ 40 II 2.5 j 2.2 2.0 1.8 1.25 1.4 1.6 J x ^PPLIED IM/IGE Inc ^ '6^3 East Matfi 5(reet "^ ■^oc^iester, Mew Vork U609 USA = 716) 482 - 0300 ' Phone = 716^ 288 - fi989 - Fax rilE CRIPPLE .IS'D THE ILOIfER A little tlowcr with eyes, and hair, And lips, and cheeks of roses fair. He smiled, and many smiles it gave Just like a silver-crested wave. Up rose his spirits like a dove, And all his life was lit with love. ISs And gladness hrightened all his days, And all his garden was ablaze. " Ah mc," he said, " who spoke untrue That life had nothing worth in view? I k^ ll " To be as happy as he can Should be the object of each man, " To weave a web of purest ray The length of all eternity. " To live his life as though it be And leave it to posterity. " To do our greatest and our best. And in the battle know no rest. 82 uJ THE CRIPPLE ./YD THE FLOlfER " 7 hat what we sow may thrive and bear When we are water, earth and air. " What this reveals — reveals us tnie, Not what we say, but what we do. " To know the truth and know it well, To guard the truth through shct and shell, " To slay the semi-savage part That sticks tenacious to the heart. " To get the savage in control, And have it severed from the soul. " To look on death as though it be But portal to eternity." And then he turned him to his gem Still blushing sweetly from its stem. " O gem anions; the weeds about That seek to choke thee down and out, I saw thee bud and bloom," he cried, " And now I want thee in thy pride. 83 THE CRIPPLE ASD THE FLOWER " I want thee e'er thy purer deeds Are poisoned by the clinging weeds." And then he stooped to pluck his own, Root, and stem, and branch sweet grown. Just then light splashed him like a wave. And, lo! behold! he was a slave. The sunshine glimmered from the East, And, lo! behold! he was a beast. The truth swept by on noiseless wing And said, " you are a shapeless thing." With one deep groan he backed away, And darkness overspread his day. His eyes were drowned in tears, he kneeled Like wounded soldier on the field. And all the light forsook his bark, As he went groping in the dark. He fell to earth with broken wing, A hopeless, helpless, stagnant thing. 84 THE CRIPPLE JSD THE FLOlt'ER He bit the dust in his distress, And cried out in his bitterness. " O thirst-man fastened to a tree By a sweet river running free. " A primrose by the wayside lying, By casual footstep crushed and dying. " I'm starving in the sight of food, I'm wandering in an endless wood. " A prisoner in a burning tree, Or drowning in a boundless sea. " O fruit I dare not touch or taste O treasure in my desert waste! " O angel hovering here and there Throughout my storm infested air! " It shames me, breaks my heart to live And offer what I cannot give ! " O apple on the topmost limb, O rose on furthest river's brim! 85 THE CRIPPLE ASD THE FLO ITER " () gem in deepest ocean bed, O star in highest overhead! " So I must pine away within And sec another drink thee in. " Must smother this and leave thee out Among the deadly weeds about. " Or must T watch thy fragrance rise Up from thy checks and lips and eyes " To brighten others with their light While I go groping in the night? " O make me free or give thy cause Thou torturing times, thou art-made laws! " O make me well or strike me dead Thou Nature with the austere head! " Or give me this one joy then cast My gray-white ashes to the blast. " Hold me. O, thou civil laws Least I should break thy thongs! O, pause 86 Till-: CK1PPLI-: ,IM) THE ILOlfER " Wild heart that surges in my breast, Thou untamed beast that will not rest! "() love so sweet, why hast thou stings? Why teach us flight, then clip our wings? " Then blood went spouting dart by dart I'rom \ery nucleus of his heart. His soul went ebbing far and wide Like slow, receding hopeless tide. He was a lifeless, soulless thing, He was a bird without a wing. Never was there a heait so torn. And never did a soul so mourn. ITe wept till his tears ran dry, Then crept away and groaned, " Good-by! " For love is n spoutancnus th'in^ That sprouts zvitJiont a seed or cell; A golden cloud envelopino^ The black and beautiful as tcell. 87 The Renegade TT Tf'. cannot love jus I ivlicrr lit' may, WW For hearts explode and /lame unlearned. JTe cannot June unbounded sicay, U'liei: hearts of others are concerned. Once on the Eraser's bank and brae A lover wandered by one day, Seeking for that which many seek; Seeking a thing he dare not speak. At last beneath a rugged fir He saw a girl and called to her. This was the sweetheart whom he fain Would sin and sorrow to obtain. She saw him come, she heard him speak, Her head dropped down, her heart grew weak. 'Twas Mary by the river's brim Hanging her head for love of him. Again he pressed her in his pride, Then harshly pushed her from his side. 88 THE RENEC.IDE He cast her from him as though stung By some foul serpent's poison-tongue. " What have I done? What have I done? Of shaine or honor have 1 none? " His wife he thought of for he knew That she was good, that she was true. Between two magnets poised he stood, 'l\vixt love and duty, had and good. " What shall I do, what shall I do? Die in the stream or fly with you? " Go to my home and babies two? Go to my wife so good and true? " " My sweetheart," spoke the maiden sad, " Think of our love that's made us glad, " That we have found so grand and good, Our only hope, our only food. " Look at my lips and eyes, be brav'e! Embrace me, take me for thy slave ! 89 77//; RI:M.(' II^I- Then sp..kc the false one, the untrue: - I cannot, dare not j^o svitli you. '■Think of the sin and shame, aivart ^^ Yuun ruined hue and home and heart. Thus in his soul the war began, Thus to the surface rose the man. Thus rose he to the duntreon floor Though wounded, bleeding, broken, sore. He faltered, wavered, turned and fled Down the long path that homeward led. The garden held his wife, near by, She waved her hand as he drew nigh. His babies bv the river's brim Ceasing their play ran swift to h.m. Never was man so much ashamed, So much a cur, so little blamed. He could be called a brute, a cur, A c(n\ard or whatever slur, 90 Till: a: /:.\7x;. //)/-> Or anything 'ncath heaven ahove, Yet it was only pure, sweet love. ITr cauHol love- just zclicrr lir "iny, I 'or hear Is explode nful jlamr unlcainfd, lie liinnol Ihiit' Huhomuicd sivay, II' hen hearts of others are eoueenied. 91 The Wild Flower ^ ^M US better to loic and live alone J. 'ihau licil iind ziiuiry of thy Jicni; Jihl bt'tter thy licarl remain iinktio'ivn Than -icfar a li'ithcrcd diadem. A little wild flower caught his eye As he went wandering weary hy. 'Twas hut a little wayward gem Smiling sweetly from its stem. And yet that hlossom was to him The sweetest on the river's brim. Strange though it seems, those petals say, " Sir, touch me not and keep away." " How can you be so cold and dead And I so full of fire," he said. " How can such superficial glow Conceal so hard a heart below?" 92 Till, nil I) I Loll IK " Sir. (1(1 not [uill mo frdiii riu stcni Aiui rol) ttic ri\ cr of a ;. 'ni. " Don't tviu- rnc from a IkhI so fair But ka\c nic i'l the sweet fresh air. " I lo\c my httle f^rassy Ih'cI l\ir more than all thy gaiuiy spread. " I !()\e the freeness of tiiy way, The starry night, the sunny day. " A shame it is to pull a gem Then let it wither on its stem!" And so his love-bud died at birth And all his hopes were dashed to earth. So, should your austere fate reveal To you a blossom so unreal, Or should you love a gem so fine That fails to honor thee for thine, Just pass it with a little groan. And hold the secret for thine own. 93 rilE WILD FLOn ER And love it in thy great big way, And smile in passing by, and say, 'T'l; better to love and live alone Than li-ed and iietiry of thy gem; And better thy heart remain unknov:n Than zvear a zvithered diadem. 94 The Titanic YES, all the world is one to-day, — Is weeping with one bleeding heart; Bemoaning with one w(junded mind, Its kith and kin, its pride in art. Grief comes so near to heart and home; Our fathers, mothers, brothers, wives, Kngulfed in reach of hand and eye. The precious, priceless loves and lives. And how some perished none can tell. Perhaps our dearest suffered most. But this we, mourning, fear and know; They perished, heaven knows the cost. But from the darkness comes a gleam, Eternal on the ocean wave — Men planning, daring, dying, dead. The woman and the child to save. O ! glorious monument to man, Out from the ocean's bosom thrust, All writ with the heroic words " The women and the children first! " 95 il THE riTJMC In mourning at one common tomb, Yes, all the world is one to-day. All blood, and caste, and faith dissolved Like one large widowed family. I 1 1 1 96 Dreadnaught SPIvAK thou blood of Alfred, take up the sword anew, Get the edges tempered, send out the brave and true. Point thy guns to seaward, let them howl and roar, And forge the boiling Goth with fetters to his native shore. Every generation has an issue of its own. And this is thy problem and is very modeni grown. Edward has the Germans, Great Alfred had the Danes; The Saxons had the courage but the British have the brains. Teach thy guns thy English, let them speak it to and fro. Read the bold aspirants all you have and know. Read them the Armada, and read the grand and true, Read to them Napoleon and the fall at Waterloo. 97 r^ DRIUDS'.IUCIIT All along thy frontier place thy sword and gun, And keep thy strength behind them till the task is done. Thy nation is a piece of land surrounded by the sea, Save thy isolation, save it for thine and thee. And should the tempest come too strongly let this thought appease, There are willing hearts and arms out across the seas. They can send a Dreadnaught — send thee ships and men, They took with thee the Transvaal, they can fight again. Speak thou blood of Alfred, take up the sword anew. Get the edges sharpened, .end out the brave and true. Point thy guns to seaward, let them howl and roar. And forge the boiling Goth with fetters to his native shore. 98 Success JUST one to make his mark and pass — To have his laurel wreaths unfurled, Be just :'s high above the mass As stars are high above the world? P I I Or must he pave his way with gold? Or must he beg or buy or steal? Nay, droop not down, the Howers unfold Though footsteps tread them toe and heel. Let failures be the stepping stones That lead to bigger, better things. Let errors be the knives and hones That serve to cut our fetterings. Let tears be little drops of rain That wet our weary gardening. Let every sorrow be a gain Against our foes unpardoning. For many who are world-wide know — Many who have won with cheers, Have under mountain pressure grown. Have wet their garden with their tears. 99 i SUCCESS So labor at thy secret art. Let not one moment idle rest; 7 hen, if yon fail, you know at heart That you have done your very best. lOO I The Traitor N Vernon, where the skies are hltjc, The air is dry, the clouds are few, Stood Mary at the garden gate She watched full early, watched full late. Watching for one she dared not see Out in the village openly. At last her eager, longing eye Perceived a person drawing nign, Just from the village buildings free — Her heart beat out, " 'Tis he! 'tis he! " He saw her In the garden stand. He went to her and waved his hand. They met, and love was never told With greater truth, with firmer fold. Said Mary, " Crouch and hide with me. The sand has eyes, the stones can see, lOI HIE TRAITOR " And all thof; windows far and near Have eyes and cars, they sec and hear.' Then spoke the traitor, " Art av/are 'i'hut all in love and war is fair? " I came to take a last farewell, To leave this heart a shattered shell. " To leave this purse, for daily need, I'll be your friend in word and deed. " I gave you all I had to give — All I could spare from life — and live. " Look out around, about, above. See all the dear things that I love, " This house, and that, the other one. The old, the new, that just begun, " The lanes, the avenues, the street My little cottage-home retreat. " The sand, the sage, the hills unsung, That you and I have grown among. 102 THE TRAITOR '■ And all the dear familiar things My heart admires, to which it clings. " The good, the great, the grand, the true, Anil I must leave them all — and you. " Yes, I must pass from all I know, The hills ahovc, the stream below." Two hearts expanded, eyes grew dim. He wept for her, she wept for him. If weeping would but cure, if pain Would fall with tear-drops from the brain! They parted — pain was never sung When love was cruel — both were young. 103 I The Aspirant DKI'.AMIT) I stood within the lainc dcckcil hall Trying to write w\ nainc upon the wall. The peneil would not mark, hut passed in vain Like a dull ohject on a polished plain. Anil not a mark was left to tell to all That one had stru^^^ded to inscrihe his name. I saw a thousand others at the j2;aine — Some wrote (]uite easy, others tried in vain. Some wrote for n.oney, others wrote tor fame. .And whether 'twas the nature of the pen, Their mode of writing, or the way they held The instrument, I could by no means tell; But some wrote smiling with apparent case A name that could be seen from every part Of the great wide hall. Others scratched away iMrst here then the re, and, weeping in dismay They changed their pencil — tried to change their way Of writing letters, but of no avail. The floor was wet with tears of those who tore In bitter disappointment from the door. The others smiled but would not tell the plan 104 THE JSI'IR.IST By wliicli they overcame the ohstinatc wall. I saw the preat ones of our time. I watched How easily they re^ristereil, and I tried l"o mimic them, hut still without succ ss. I saw the names of ones lot.g dead, whose work Survived their mortal span of life; I howeil My head in reverence to the same, and watched Ajrain the favored ^rpcat ones of our day. 1 hey drew my admiration. I adored Their style and manners, hut I was too weak lo follow in their steps or j^Min their ranks. I saw again with sympathetic heart The tear-stained hopeless rushing from the door. I wept and dropped my pencil to the floor And joined the hitter torrent — then I humbly wrote a trih e to great men. I THE END 105