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Works by John Boyle O Reilly. 
 
 Life of John Boyle O Reilly. By JAMES 
 
 JEFFREY ROCHE. With introduction by CARDINAL GIB 
 BONS. Poems and speeches edited by Mrs. JOHN BOYLE 
 O REILLY (Cassell & Co., New York; T. Fisher 
 Unwin, London.) i vol. 8vo. 
 
 In second division of above volume are included 
 the four Volumes of Poems : 
 
 Songs of the Southern Seas ; 
 
 Songs, Legends and Ballads ; 
 
 Statues in the Block ; 
 
 In Bohemia, 
 and the poems uncollected at the time of his death. 
 
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 Moondyne, i2mo, cloth. 
 
 Athletics and Manly Sports, i2mo, cloth. 
 
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 1 
 
 2 
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 LIBERTY 4 
 
 THE DUTY OF MARTYRDOM ... 4 
 
 THE PATRIOT 5 
 
 WINNING CAUSES G 
 
 CHANGE ...... G 
 
 ESTIMATE 
 
 THE IMMORTAL POET 
 THE BURDEN OF MANHOOD 
 NATURE AND CHRIST 
 AUTHORITY .... 
 MAN S SECRET OF STRENGTH . 
 THE UNITY OF MAN S BLOOD . 
 THE CATHOLIC CHURCH . 
 
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 THE PILGRIM FATHERS . . . .7 
 AMERICANISM FOR IRELAND ... 7 
 
 PLYMOUTH ROCK 7 
 
 THE GROUNDWORK OF TRUE LIBERTY . 8 
 MAN S GROWTH AND FREEDOM S GROWTH 9 
 THE BOSTON MASSACRE .... 9 
 
 DEMOCRACY 10 
 
 THE TOWN MEETING . . . .11 
 MAN S EIGHT AND STATES RIGHTS . .11 
 GOD S ALCHEMY OF EXILE . .11 
 AMERICA S STANDING ARMY ... 12 
 THE CHRISTIAN COMMONWEALTH . . I 2 
 
 A MAN S WORD 13 
 
 GOD S TEST 13 
 
 FALSEHOOD S PUNISHMENT . . .13 
 LIFE ..... 18 
 
 WOMEN AND MEN 13 
 
 EXPERIENCE 14 
 
 DUTY 14 
 
 THE HIDDEN SIN 14 
 
 WOMEN AND FIRST LOVE . . .16 
 
 LOVE S SECRET I 5 
 
 DISTANCE 16 
 
 WHEN WOMEN MAKE GOOD MEN . .16 
 
 TO-DAY i6 
 
 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES . - .16 
 THE SORROW OF HAVING ... 17 
 THE LURE .... . .17 
 DISRAELI . ... . . .17 
 
Contents ix 
 
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 THE CULTURE WORTH GETTING . .18 
 BOHEMIA AND SOCIETY . . . .18 
 THE WORST DEFEAT . . . .19 
 IRELAND S MOTHERHOOD . . . .19 
 A MAN OF THE WORLD . . . .20 
 WOMAN SUFFRAGE . . . . .20 
 
 REFORMERS 20 
 
 THE DAILY NEWSPAPER . . . .21 
 
 MONEY 21 
 
 A JOURNALIST S CODE OF HONOR . . 22 
 MEN S FRIENDSHIP-BREAKERS . . .22 
 THE POET S SUCCESS . . . .22 
 
 MARY 22 
 
 PRICELESS THINGS 23 
 
 A LADY 24 
 
 WORK AND TRUST 25 
 
 CHARACTER IN MUSCLE . . . .26 
 BONE AND SINEW AND BRAIN , . .26 
 
 INHERITANCE 27 
 
 THE LOVING CUP OF THE PAPYRUS . . 27 
 
 THE TEST OF TIME 28 
 
 OUR DUTY TO THE FUTURE AMERICAN . 28 
 
 FACTS AND TRUTHS 29 
 
 A MAN AND His FRIEND . . . .29 
 
 PEACE IN POWER 29 
 
 THE KIND WORD UNSPOKEN . . .29 
 
 A BLUNDERER 30 
 
 A BUILDER S LESSON . . .30 
 MOTIVE-CENTRES . . .31 
 
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 WORK-TEST AND LOVE-TEST . . .31 
 THE LOVE THAT LIVES . . . .31 
 WHEN GOD SPEAKS : . . . . 32 
 POETS AND PROPHETS . . . .32 
 DOUBT ...* 32 
 
 Loss AND DEFEAT 32 
 
 THE MEAN SOUL S GAIN . . .33 
 
 AT BEST 33 
 
 THE INDESTRUCTIBLE RIGHT . . .33 
 A REASON FOR MERCY . . . -34 
 
 REALISM . . 34 
 
 THE MEASURE OF VITALITY . .34 
 
 IRELAND 35 
 
 A NATION S TEST 35 
 
 FREEDOM S MARTYR 35 
 
 THE SEED OF SACRIFICE . . . . 3(> 
 ROBERT EMMET 
 TIME AND GREAT MEN . . .3(5 
 
 THE HIGHER BEING 37 
 
 ENGLAND AND IRELAND . . . .37 
 EDMUND BURKE ..... 38 
 O CONNELL . . .38 
 
 THOMAS MOORE 
 
 WORD AND DEED 39 
 
 SOCIAL OSTRACISM AND SLAVERY . . 39 
 THE IRISH-AMERICANS . . .40 
 MAKE PEACE AT THE SOURCE OF ENMITY 40 
 TYRANTS , 
 JOHN MITCHEL 41 
 
Contents xi 
 
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 BOSTON AND REVOLUTIONS . . .41 
 THE LESSON OF CRISPUS ATTUCKS . . 42 
 LEGAL SINS .... 42 
 
 POLITICS 43 
 
 WENDELL PHILLIPS 43 
 
 A LIVING FLAG 43 
 
 THE LAND ACCURSED . . . .43 
 SOLDIER AND CITIZEN . . . .44 
 GOD S BUILDING ... 44 
 
 THE NEGRO AMERICAN . . . .45 
 
 THE TORY 45 
 
 SOCIAL DANGERS AND THE HIGHER LAW . 40 
 BEWARE OF THE WRONGED . . . 4G 
 THE FLOWER OF THE TREE OF FORCE . 47 
 REAPING THE WHIRLWIND . . .48 
 
 THE HEBREW RACE 43 
 
 THE ARISTOCRAT 49 
 
 BLUE BLOOD IN AMERICA . . . .49 
 A SEED ..... 49 
 
 THE SOLDIERS SONG . . . .50 
 THE LIFE OF THE TREE OF LIBERTY . 51 
 THE UNION OF FREEMEN . . . .51 
 THE DEMON OF MODERN PROGRESS . 52 
 HARVARD S FIRST COLORED CLASS ORATOR 53 
 
 A WHITE ROSE 53 
 
 THE BANYAN TREE OF EVIL . . .54 
 
 LIVE IN TO-DAY 54 
 
 THE SCAR THAT is A STAR . .54 
 
 IRELAND FOR ALL MEN S FREEDOM . 55 
 
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 LIFE AND LOVE . . . . .55 
 SHAM BRAVERY . . . . .55 
 THE NEGRO AND POLITICAL PARTIES . 56 
 
 AUSTRALIA 5G 
 
 BOSTON 57 
 
 LOVE ANCHORED 58 
 
 BEYOND THE GRASP OF DEATH . . 58 
 AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY . . . .59 
 
PORTRAIT OF JOHN BOYLE O REILLY 
 
 (In color) . . . Frontispiece 
 THE LIGHT SET ON A HILL . . Title page 
 WEST AUSTRALIAN SCENE vi 
 
 THE ATHLETE S CREDENTIALS . . vii 
 CANOE OF THE POET .... xii 
 PRESIDENT S END OF THE PAPYRUS 
 
 CLUB TABLE, BOSTON . . . xiii 
 DARTMOOR PRISON, ENGLAND . . xiv 
 PALMS OF THE SOUTHERN SEAS . . xvi 
 THE UNFINISHED TOWER . "\ . . xvii 
 
PAGE 
 
 THE POET S SUMMER HOME, HULL, 
 
 MASSACHUSETTS . . Facing xxiv 
 E AC-SIMILE OF MANUSCRIPT OF POEM 
 
 " WHAT is GOOD ? " . Facing xxxii 
 THE O REILLY CREST . . . . xli 
 
 SHAMROCK xliii, 60 
 
 SHIP " GAZELLE," IN WHICH O REILLY 
 
 ESCAPED FROM AUSTRALIA . . xliv 
 PORTRAIT OF JOHN BOYLE O REILLY, 
 After the painting by Edgar Par 
 ker Facing I 
 
 THE POET S MANUSCRIPT ... i 
 CANOEING ON LAKE DRUMMOND . Facing 26 
 BUST OF THE POET, BY T. H. BART- 
 LETT (Taken from the clay) Facing 36 
 THE CANE-BRAKE OF THE DISMAL 
 
 SWAMP Facing 45 
 
 THE DEATH MASK OF GENIUS, (Taken 
 
 from the clay) . . . Facing 58 
 
JOHN BOYLE O REILLY 
 
 Poet and Literary Worker. 
 
 BY 
 
 KATHERINE E. CONWAY. 
 
JOHN BOYLE GTREILLY 
 
 Poet and Literary Worker 
 
 Truer in their application to himself 
 even than to the poet for whom they 
 were written, the words of John Boyle 
 O Reilly : 
 
 The singer who lived is always alive, we 
 hearken and always hear. 
 
But in his case, the memory of the 
 man who is gone is still so 
 vital and energizing as greatly 
 to divert the thought from the 
 poet who remains. 
 
 It was not an Irishman, but 
 a son of the Puritans, who 
 wrote of John Boyls O Eeilly : 
 
 I wish we could make all the 
 people in the world stand still and 
 think and feel about this rare, 
 great, e^.quisite-souled man until 
 they should fully comprehend him. 
 Boyle v/as the greatest man, the 
 finest heart and soul I knew in 
 Boston and my most dear friend. 
 
 There are a favored few to 
 whom this tremendous praise 
 is but the plain arithmetic and 
 prose of John Boyle O Reilly. 
 Tlu .y are the sharers of his 
 daily labors ; to whom, after 
 jrears of the crucial work-day 
 test, he still remained 
 
 The selfless man and stainless gen 
 tleman, 
 
 their hero. 
 One of these, set to estimating the 
 
poet and literary worker, finds it hard 
 to move against the current 
 that makes for retrospect of 
 the noble character and extra 
 ordinary personal charm of the 
 man. Yet his work reflects 
 himself so faithfully that in 
 the "Watchwords/ culled 
 from his poetry and prose, 
 which follow, we have at once 
 the man and the artisan. 
 
 "His poems/ wrote Oliver 
 Wendell Holmes, " show what 
 he might have been had he 
 devoted himself to letters." 
 Rather do they show what he 
 might have been had he lived 
 out all his days, maintaining 
 what the same appreciative 
 critic recognizes as his higher 
 claim, " a true and courageous 
 lover of his country and his 
 fellow-men/ 7 and letting that 
 love have voice as it would. 
 
 It is interesting to note how 
 a poet defines a poet. John Boyle 
 
O Eeilly wrote thus in the last year of 
 his life, of poets, whom he 
 called "The Useless Ones" : 
 
 Poets should not reason : 
 
 Let them sing ! 
 Argument is treason 
 
 Bells should ring. 
 
 Statements none, nor ques 
 tions- 
 Gnomic words, 
 Spirit-cries, suggestions, 
 the birds. 
 
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 He may use deduction 
 Who must preach ; 
 
 He may praise instruction 
 Who must teach. 
 
 But the poet duly 
 
 Fills his part 
 When the song bursts truly 
 
 From his heart. 
 
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 As the leaf grows sunward 
 Song must grow; 
 
 As the stream flows onward 
 Song must flow. 
 
 1 Useless? Ay, for measure ; 
 
 Roses die, 
 
 But their breath gives pleas 
 ure 
 God knows why ! 
 
 Except in his sincerity and spon- 
 
XXI 
 
 taneity, Boyle O Reilly did not fulfil 
 
 his own definition. No 
 
 singer he of songs to be 
 
 matched with bells and< 
 
 roses ; but a poet such as 
 
 he describes otherwhere, of 
 
 God s right and the human 
 
 wrong, 
 
 The heroes who die unknown, 
 and the weak who are 
 chained and scourged by 
 the strong. 
 
 In no other guise could 
 the poet s vocation have^ 
 had much charm for one 5-$ 
 who seeing terrible human 
 needs and immutable truths 
 clearly, felt upon his soul 
 "the great but acceptable 
 burden of manhood the 
 allegiance which a true 
 man owes to the truth/ 
 
 Yet a few of his lyrics $ 
 
 flawless gems of poetry 
 
 prove that if he had not 
 seen a higher thing to do 
 
 it for, he, like any of "The Useless 
 
xx 
 
 Ones," could have done "the singing 
 for itself." 
 
 We need but name " Her 
 Kefrain," "Jacqueminots," and 
 "Love s Secret." This last 
 named, a little poem of five 
 stanzas, given first before his 
 beloved Papyrus Club, is thus 
 commended by Thomas Went- 
 worth Higginson : 
 
 Verses so exquisite in tone, 
 touching with such pathetic poetry 
 the very heart and core of the 
 deepest tie that binds man to 
 woman, that there is many a poet 
 of America and England, whose 
 verses fill the newspapers and 
 magazines, who might well give all 
 his fame if the authorship of 
 these five verses could be trans 
 ferred to him. 
 
 Yet, even here is the " de 
 duction" against which he lifts 
 a warning finger : 
 
 Love lies within the brimming 
 
 bowl of sense : 
 Who keeps this full hath joy 
 
 who drains, affliction. 
 
 Beginning one of his best narrative 
 
xx 
 
 poems, "The Statues in the Block/ 
 he strikes this major chord : 
 
 "Love is the secret of the world," 
 
 he said ; 
 The cup we drain and still desire to 
 
 drink. 
 The loadstone hungers for the 
 
 steel ; the steel, 
 Inert amid a million stones, re 
 
 sponds to this. 
 So yearn and answer hearts that 
 
 truly love : 
 Once touch their life-spring, it 
 
 vibrates to death ; 
 And twain athrill as one are nature- 
 
 wed. 
 
 But he makes the joy of tri 
 umphant love, and the hot 
 wrath of love deceived and dis 
 honored, and even the pure 
 passion of the patriot for his 
 suffering motherland, pale be 
 fore the glory of the love pu 
 rified of self by suffering and 
 loss, and thus fitted to tri 
 umph over death 
 
 the love beyond 
 The biding light that moves not, 
 
 and whose symbol in the marble is " a 
 
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 beginning, not an end." 
 closing lines, 
 
 From the 
 
 3? 
 
 When God gives to us the 
 
 clearest slight, 
 He does not touch onr eyes 
 
 witn Love, but Sorrow : 
 
 stretches over a decade 
 of years a strong but in- 
 visible thread which joins 
 them to what are almost 
 his latest written words : 
 
 The sweetest happiness we 
 ever know, the very wine of 
 human life, comes not from 
 love, but from sacrifice. 
 
 He l )llblished compara- 
 tively little subjective poet- 
 ry; but in his narrative 
 p 0ems an( j poems of great 
 causes, the sincerity of the 
 man could allow of no illus 
 trations save those which 
 were the outcome of per 
 sonal experience ; so that 
 there are many pathetic 
 subjective touches in his 
 poems the most distinctly objective. 
 
xxv 
 
 In the little poem appended, we 
 think Boyle O Reilly has 
 touched the high - water 
 mark of his lyrical poetry. 
 He calls it wi* 
 
 A TRAGEDY. 
 
 A soft-breasted bird from 
 
 the sea 
 
 Fell in love with the light 
 house flame ; 
 
 And it wheeled round the tower 
 with the airiest wing, 
 
 And floated and cried like a 
 love-lorn thing ; 
 
 It brooded all day and it flut 
 tered all night, 
 
 But could win no look from 
 the steadfast light. 
 
 For the flame had its heart 
 
 afar, 
 
 Afar with the ships at sea ; 
 It was thinking of children 
 
 and waiting wives, 
 And darkness and danger to , J 
 
 sailors lives ; 
 But the bird had its tender 
 
 bosom pressed , 
 
 On the glass where at last it 
 
 clashed its breast. ( . 
 
 The light only flickered, the /* 
 
 brighter to glow ; 
 But the bird lay dead on the rocks below. 
 
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 The poem has a value apart from 
 its pathos and its beauty ; for 
 the " light-house flame " is very 
 like the heart of the poet, 
 || which could not rest long in 
 the pleasant things of life near 
 at hand, but went afar with 
 the ships at sea, to his brother- 
 man on the remotest shore, 
 wherever there was agony un 
 der oppression, or struggle for 
 freedom. 
 
 John Boyle O Reilly has been 
 called the Poet of Liberty. 
 
 But his Liberty is "God s 
 Daughter," the sister of Duty 
 and the sister of Faith, and 
 her realm is the whole earth, 
 for all men are brothers. 
 
 I am Liberty ! Fame of nation or 
 
 praise of statute is naught to 
 
 me; 
 Freedom is growth and not crea 
 
 tion : one man suffers, one man 
 
 is free. 
 One brain forges a constitution; 
 
 but how shall the million souls 
 
 be won? 
 
xxv 
 
 Freedom is more than a resolution he is not 
 free who is free alone. 
 
 But in prose and poetry his 
 insistence is less on Liberty 
 than on the Human Brother 
 hood. Intelligent men need no 
 demonstration of the beauty 
 and rectitude of liberty for 
 themselves. The point of dif 
 ficulty is to convince them of 
 other men s right to equal 
 blessing. The unity of the 
 human blood is the warrant 
 for the equality of the human 
 right; and this conviction gives 
 its color to all Boyle O Reilly s 
 literary expression. 
 
 Cut into his poems where you 
 will, you always find 
 
 The heart within blood-tinctured 
 of a veined humanity. 
 
 The Irish blood is the gulf- 
 stream of humanity. In no 
 other current of the great rest 
 less ocean does the passion for 
 the ideal of freedom throb so fiercely ; 
 
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 in no other current is it so easy to take 
 the sounding which "uni- 
 fies all," and proves our 
 racial divisions to be 
 > "mere surface shine and 
 shadow." But this was 
 never realized in New 
 England, until after the 
 warming and softening cur 
 rent had floated John Boyle 
 O Reilly thither. 
 5 He is greatest not in his 
 [poems for his native Ire 
 land, though his " Exile of 
 the Gael" is the noblest 
 tribute the English lan 
 guage has ever paid her; 
 not in his poems for Am 
 erica, in the best of which 
 only Whittier and Lowell 
 have surpassed him; but in 
 the poems which overleap 
 nation and race barriers, 
 like " Crispus Attucks," or 
 commemorate a hero of hu 
 manity like "Wendell Phillips." 
 
Cgtiruate. xxix 
 
 Of the Wendell Phillips poem" It is 
 
 worthy of the great orator," 
 
 wrote terse and scrupulous 
 
 Whittier, who both as poet 
 
 and life-long admiring in 
 timate of the dead, would 
 
 naturally be exacting. 
 
 "I am proud to know^J 
 
 the man who wrote it; he 
 
 can quit now, his lasting 
 
 fame is assured," said 
 
 George W. Cable of the 
 
 same poem, adding, "This J 
 poem will always shoot 
 above your usual work like 
 the great spire in the Ca 
 thedral town." 
 
 There was strong friend-/, 
 ship and near spiritual kin 
 ship between Wendell Phil 
 lips and John Boyle O Eeil- 
 ly ; and it was only poetic 
 justice that the great Am 
 erican orator who gave "the 
 best he could do " to Daniel 
 O Connell, should have for his own 
 
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 imperishable eulogy the best of the 
 heart and brain of the greatest 
 Irishman of his later day. 
 
 But whatever resemblances 
 in the mind and soul of Phillips 
 and O Reilly, there was little 
 in literary expression except 
 the tendency to epigram. 
 
 O Reilly s prose style was 
 terse, strong, and dramatic ; but 
 it had not, either in the written 
 or spoken word, and with his 
 habit of mind, never would 
 have had, those touches of 
 homely drollery with which 
 Wendell Phillips could ease the 
 descent of hearer or reader 
 from the heights whither his 
 eloquence had carried them. 
 We are not comparing oratory 
 that would be absurd - 
 but simply prose expression. 
 O Reilly s "Common Citizen- 
 Soldier" goes well with Wen 
 dell Phillips "Abraham Lin 
 coln." They should stand to- 
 g^h?rinthe literature of American pa- 
 
triotism. O Reilly as a poet had little in 
 common with two contemporary 
 poets of Irish blood, esteemed 
 in Boston s literary circles 
 Robert Dwyer Joyce and 
 Henry Bernard Carpenter. 
 Both of these were literary men 
 pure and simple; instinctive 
 artists and beauty worshippers, 
 not sensitive to the poetic pos 
 sibilities of modern causes and 
 " isms," but finding their most 
 congenial themes in a time full 
 of the enchantment of distance. 
 The one was at his best in the 
 old heroic age of Erin; the 
 other in mediaeval France or 
 ancient Greece. But O Reilly 
 as man and poet was essentially 
 of his own time. Here and 
 Now absorbed his sympathy 
 and endeavor ; and the city 
 streets he daily trod were sug 
 gestive to his muse as the Ac 
 ropolis or even the hill of Tara 
 would never have been. O Reilly s 
 
poetry has many points of contact with 
 both Whittier s and Low- 
 1 ell s. His temperament gave 
 ^S^^j^^fa ^ a quicker pulse and a 
 i., warmer color than the ascet- 
 
 by poetic intuition, could 
 , sing of war and love, but 
 O Reilly had been soldier 
 and lover. But their blood 
 V rose with equal indignant 
 bound at the word of in- 
 ^ justice or oppression, and 
 e people knew it; for 
 ! O Reilly was the chosen 
 Laureate of the lowly ones 
 where Whittier would have 
 been in the day of his 
 strength. No man s heart 
 answered as did Whittier s 
 to O Reilly s " Crispus At- 
 ^ tucks." A glorious passage 
 in this poem is the stanza, 
 
 O blood of the people ! Change 
 less tide 
 There are no parallels for it in American 
 
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 *-* f<**-T n^-e*- t^f Hs^/~ >Ce-k_^ " 
 
 IP* 6<~6_ ria.;// 
 
xxx 
 
 patriotic poetry save that passage from 
 Lowell s " Commemoration 
 Ode," beginning 
 
 That is best blood which has "3 
 
 most iron in t 
 To edge resolve with, pouring 
 
 without stint 
 For what makes manhood 
 
 dear ; 
 
 and that stanza from his 
 " Present Crisis "- 
 
 Mankind are one in spirit. 
 
 But Lowell s reaction 
 from inherited Puritanism 
 made him an analyzer and 
 a doubter. O Reilly was 
 held to the Catholic Church 
 by an attraction as strong 
 in the spiritual as the at 
 traction of gravitation is 
 in the natural order. "I 
 am a Catholic," he said, "as 
 I am a dweller on the 
 planet." 
 
 Lowell doubted. O Reilly 
 affirmed. Lowell had a gentlemanly 
 
toleration for others security of faith. 
 O Reilly had a profound respect 
 for sincerity of conviction and 
 fidelity to light wherever he 
 found them. And this without 
 the least compromise of his 
 own convictions. Out of no 
 other temper could have come 
 his poem for the "Pilgrim 
 Fathers/ whose power to stir 
 his soul was not only in 
 
 Their manly virtues, born of self- 
 respect, 
 
 but also in his grand conception 
 of their God-given mission : 
 
 They sowed the seeds of federated 
 Man. 
 
 When "the Irish singer s 
 paean to their Fathers " reached 
 "the undemonstrative Yankees 
 heart." they gave place to him 
 as to the new poet laureate of 
 New England. 
 
 Except the stanzas written 
 exclusively for the friendly eyes 
 and jovial hearts of his club, O Reilly 
 
never achieved a humorous poem. 
 was intensely earnest, and the 
 merely droll or fantastic or in 
 genious never appealed to him. 
 He detested such foreign arti 
 ficial importations into our 
 poetry as the rondeau, the 
 triolet, the palinode, etc., nor 
 did he take kindly even to the 
 sonnet. 
 
 He held the exact expression 
 of his thought in poetry far 
 above mere beauty of phrase 
 or mechanical accuracy of versi 
 fication. So we find him diversi 
 fying the couplets of the stately 
 pentameter of his "Pilgrim 
 Fathers" and " America," with 
 an occasional triple rhyme ; or 
 ringing a lawless syllable, now 
 and then, into a line of blank 
 verse. He worked hard on his 
 poems till the thought stood out 
 clear and strong Then he left 
 them to their fate. Sometimes 
 his technique was criticised. In his 
 
" Art-Master " he gives us a life-sketch 
 of the prevalent magazine 
 poet whose verses are "all 
 technique " : 
 
 He gathered cherry-stones and 
 * ( carved them quaintly 
 r Into fine semblances of flies 
 
 and flowers ; 
 
 With subtle skill, he even im 
 aged faintly 
 
 The forms of tiny maids and 
 ivied towers. 
 
 His little blocks he loved to 
 
 file and polish, 
 And ampler means he asked 
 
 not, but despised. 
 All art but cherry-stones he 
 
 would abolish, 
 For then his genius would be 
 rightly prized. 
 
 For such rude hands as dealt 
 with wrongs and passions 
 And throbbing hearts, he had 
 
 a pitying smile. 
 Serene his way through surg 
 ing years and fashions 
 While Heaven gave him his 
 cherry-stones and file ! 
 
 In some of his poems, 
 however, notably in " En 
 sign Epps," " The Songs That Are Not 
 
Sung/ and "Wendell Phillips," 
 reaches a perfection of 
 form that even his " Art 
 Master " might envy. 
 
 His poetry is strong, pure, x 
 tender, reverent, and hope- 
 inspiring. He penned no 
 morbid or pessimistic 
 thought. He never had a. 
 touch of the Swinburne- ,V 
 Rossetti scarlet fever in all 
 his healthy poetic life. 
 
 Writes his friend and 
 biographer, James Jeffrey 
 Roche : 
 
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 The place in literature of 
 John Boyle O Reilly will be 
 fixed by time. When we study , 
 his poems and speeches, and , 
 even his necessarily hasty edi 
 torial work, the one conspicu 
 ous quality evident in them is )^ 
 their author s growth higher 
 thought, finer workmanship, 
 and, surest test of advance 
 ment, condensation in expres- * 
 sion. . . . Had he been 
 granted twenty years more of 
 life, with the leisure which he had well 
 
earned and hoped to enjoy, it is no partial 
 praise to say that he might have at 
 tained the foremost place in the lit 
 erature of America. . . . He 
 was hampered by the daily cares of 
 his professional life. He had no 
 leisure for calm thought or contin 
 uous work. That he should have 
 achieved so much, under such con 
 ditions, is the highest proof of the 
 great possibilities that lay behind, 
 awaiting but time and opportunity 
 for development. 
 
 Some critics have already 
 ranked him among our poets 
 next to James Russell Lowell. 
 
 Judge Mellen Chamberlain 
 has given this verdict : 
 
 I am inclined to rate John Boyle 
 O Reilly among the poets of his 
 generation as the great ethical poet 
 of America. 
 
 R. H. Stoddard speaks of 
 John Boyle O Reilly s genius 
 as shown even in his first book, 
 " Songs of the Southern Seas/ 
 saying : 
 
 I do not use the word genius in 
 a conventional or careless sense, 
 but intentionally and advisedly, with a full 
 
understanding of what it means, or ought to 
 mean, to critical readers. 
 
 Kichard Watson Gilder also 
 uses the great word " genius " 
 for O Keilly. 
 
 Edmund Clarence Stedman 
 thus estimates him : 
 
 His poetry was in a marked 
 degree the expression of the man 
 himself ardent, aspiring, tender 
 and strong in short, manly, with 
 a fine scorn of petty niceties. In 
 his youth it was charged with color, 
 romance, picturesque effect ; in his 
 middle-life with thought and con 
 viction ; and always with eloquent 
 passion for human rights. 
 
 Cardinal Gibbons says, in 
 line with this : 
 
 As strong as it was delicate and 
 tender, as sympathetic and tearful 
 as it was bold, his soul was a harp 
 of truest tone, which felt the touch 
 of the ideal everywhere, and spon 
 taneously breathed responsive 
 music. 
 
 James Whitcomb Riley wrote of th< 
 
xl 
 
 poems collected under the title "In 
 Bohemia": 
 
 I like the thrill of such poems 
 
 as these 
 All spirit and fervor of 
 
 splendid fact 
 Pulse and muscle and arteries 
 Of living, heroic thought 
 
 and act. 
 ^y Where every line is a vein of 
 
 red 
 And rapturous blood, all un- 
 
 conflned, 
 As it leaps from a heart that 
 
 has joyed and bled, 
 With the rights and wrongs 
 of all mankind. 
 
 "A true poet ... a 
 loss to the world of let 
 ters," wrote Julia Ward 
 Howe. 
 
 -j "A beautiful light too 
 early quenched," said Whit- 
 tier to the writer of this 
 brief estimate, after appre 
 ciative words of O Beilly s 
 poetry. 
 
 We have embodied in 
 these pages the verdict on 
 the poet of a jury of his peers. Does 
 
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 it anticipate the verdict of posterity ? 
 
 We know not ; but to us 
 the highest praise of the 
 poetry John Boyle O Eeilly 
 has left us is that by the JJ 
 light of it we can see the 
 plan of the temple which 
 he raised to hardly half its : - 
 
 < 
 
 predetermined height, and ^ 
 which stands noble and 
 beautiful even in its pite- *-] 
 ous incompletiori. 
 
 Katherine E. Conway. 
 
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THE IMMORTAL POET. 
 
 True singers can never die , 
 
 Their life is a voice of higher things un 
 seen to the common eye ; 
 
 The truths and the beauties are clear to 
 them, God s right and the human 
 wrong, 
 
 The heroes who die unknown,. and the 
 weak who are chained and scourged 
 by the strong. 
 
 And the people smile at the death-word, 
 for the mystic voice is clear ; 
 
 THE SINGER WHO LIVED IS ALWAYS 
 ALIVE : WE HEARKEN AND ALWAYS 
 HEAR ! 
 
THE BURDEN OF MANHOOD. 
 
 The great but acceptable burden of 
 manhood the overmastering but sweet 
 allegiance that a true man owes to the 
 truth. 
 
 NATURE AND CHRIST. 
 
 world around us, glory of the spheres ! 
 God speaks in ordered harmony be 
 hold ! 
 Between us and the Darkness, clad in 
 
 light, 
 Between us and the curtain of the Vast 
 
 two Forms, 
 And each is crowned eternally and 
 
 One 
 Is crowned with flowers and tender 
 
 leaves and grass, 
 
 And smiles benignly ; and the other One, 
 With sadly pitying eyes, is crowned 
 
 with thorns : 
 
 Nature, and Christ, for men to love 
 And seek and live by Thine the dual 
 
 reign 
 The health and hope and happiness of 
 
 men ! 
 
 AUTHORITY. 
 
 Authority must not forget humanity 
 
MAN S SECRET OF STRENGTH. 
 
 The strength of a man is in his sym 
 pathies : it is outside himself, as heat is 
 outside fire, the aroma outside the flower. 
 A man without sympathies for all that 
 is rude, undeveloped, upheaving, strug 
 gling, suffering, man-making, as well as 
 for what has been shaken to the top and 
 is out of the pressure, is not a full, and 
 must be an unhappy man. He is an 
 Australian flower, either over or under 
 developed, scentless, selfish as a living 
 fire without heat for the cold hands of 
 children. 
 
 O Blood of the people ! changeless tide, 
 
 through century, creed and race ! 
 Still one as the sweet salt sea is one, 
 
 though tempered by sun and place ; 
 The same in the ocean currents, and the 
 
 same in the sheltered seas ; 
 Forever the fountain of common hopes 
 
 and kindly sympathies ; 
 
 Indian and Negro, Saxon and Celt, 
 
 Teuton and Latin and Gaul 
 Mere surface shadow and sunshine ; 
 
 while the sounding unifies all ! 
 One love, one hope, one duty theirs ! 
 
 no matter the time or ken, 
 There never was separate heart-beat in 
 
 all the races of men ! 
 
THE CATHOLIC CHURCH. 
 
 A great, loving, generous heart will 
 never find peace and comfort and field 
 of labor except within her unstatistical, 
 sunlike, benevolent motherhood. . . . 
 I am a Catholic just as I am a dweller 
 on the planet. . . . Man never made 
 anything so like God s work as the mag 
 nificent, sacrificial, devotional faith of 
 the hoary but young Catholic Church. 
 There is no other church ; they are all 
 just way stations. 
 
 LIBERTY. 
 
 I am Liberty, God s daughter ! 
 
 My symbols a law and a torch ; 
 Not a sword to threaten slaughter, 
 
 Nor a flame to dazzle or scorch ; 
 But a light that the world may see, 
 And a truth that shall make men free. 
 
 I am the sister of Duty, 
 
 And I am the sister of Faith ; 
 
 To-day, adored for my beauty, 
 To-morrow, led forth to death. 
 
 I am she whom ages prayed for ; 
 
 Heroes suffered undismayed for ; 
 
 Whom the martyrs were betrayed for ! 
 
 THE DUTY OF MARTYRDOM. 
 
 The highest duty that ever comes to a 
 man is not to do a deed of prowess or 
 win a material victory, but to endure, 
 suffer and die for truth and freedom. 
 
THE PATRIOT. 
 
 Sweeter far and deeper than the love 
 Of flesh for flesh, is the strong bond of 
 
 hearts 
 For suffering motherland to make her 
 
 free ! 
 Love s joy is short, and Hate s black 
 
 triumph bitter, 
 And loves- and hates are selfish save 
 
 for thee 
 
 For love of thee holds in it hate of 
 
 wrong 
 And shapes the hope that moulds hu 
 
 manity ! 
 
 # # # * # # 
 
 My Land ! I see thee in the marble, 
 
 bowed 
 Before thy tyrant, bound at foot and 
 
 wrist 
 Thy garments rent thy wounded 
 
 shoulder bare 
 Thy chained hand raised to ward the 
 
 cruel blow 
 My poor love round thee scarf -like, weak 
 
 to hide, 
 And powerless to shield thee but a 
 
 boy 
 I wound it round thee, dearest, and a 
 
 man 
 I drew it close and kissed thee 
 
 mother, wife ! 
 For thee the past and future days ; for 
 
 thee 
 
The will to trample wrong arid strike 
 
 for slaves ; 
 For thee the hope that ere my arm be 
 
 weak 
 And ere my heart be dry may close the 
 
 strife 
 In which thy colors shall be borne 
 
 through fire, 
 And all thy griefs washed out in manly 
 
 blood 
 And I shall see thee crowned and bound 
 
 with love, 
 Thy strong sons round thee guarding 
 
 thee. 
 
 WINNING CAUSES. 
 
 The causes or movements that have 
 the elements of assured success . . . 
 belong to the history of the human 
 race and not to a mere handful of peo 
 ple from a remote corner of the earth, 
 and must be tested by three supreme 
 tests: the test of right principle, the 
 test of endurance, and the test of 
 growth. 
 
 CHANGE. 
 
 Every thinker is a changer every 
 discovery is a change. Only an ignorant 
 or thoughtless person can believe that a 
 man who changes is a bad man ; such a 
 belief would sink the world in stagna 
 tion in a day. 
 
THE PILGRIM FATHERS. 
 
 Severe they were ; but let him cast the 
 
 stone 
 Who Christ s dear love dare measure 
 
 with his own. 
 Their strict professions were not cant 
 
 nor pride. 
 Who calls them narrow, let his soul be 
 
 wide ! 
 Austere, exclusive ay, but with their 
 
 faults, 
 
 Their golden probity mankind exalts. 
 * * * * =* * 
 
 They made no revolution based on 
 
 blows, 
 But taught one truth that all the planet 
 
 knows, 
 That all men think of, looking on a 
 
 throne 
 The people may be trusted with their 
 
 own ! 
 
 * 
 
 AMERICANISM FOR IRELAND. 
 
 We can do Ireland more good by our 
 Americanism than by our Irishism. 
 
 PLYMOUTH ROCK. 
 
 Here, on this rock, and on this sterile 
 
 soil, 
 Began the kingdom not of kings, but 
 
 men : 
 Began the making of the world again. 
 
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 Here centuries sank, and from the 
 hither brink 
 
 A new world reached and raised an old- 
 world link, 
 
 When English hands, by wider vision 
 taught, 
 
 Threw down the feudal bars the Nor 
 mans brought, 
 
 And here revived, in spite of sword and 
 stake. 
 
 Their ancient freedom of the Wapen- 
 take ! 
 
 THE GROUNDWORK OF TRUE LIBERTY. 
 
 In the name of liberty not only 
 crimes have been committed, but princi 
 ples more vicious than any crime, being 
 the crystallization of a thousand evils, 
 have been enunciated. Both civiliza 
 tion and liberty have been misrepre 
 sented, even by well-meaning reformers. 
 Neither civilization nor liberty can be 
 suddenly donned like a new garment, 
 or immediately constructed, like a neces 
 sary piece of manufacture. Unless they 
 are based on the moral perceptions and 
 convictions of the people, they are based 
 on quicksands, and are only new and 
 more hopeless kinds of savagery, for 
 they are the savagery of shrewdness in 
 stead of boldness. 
 
MAN S GROWTH AND FREEDOM S GROWTH. 
 
 It is not enough to win rights from a 
 
 king and write them down in a book. 
 New men, new lights ; and the fathers 
 
 code the sons may never brook. 
 What is liberty now were license then : 
 
 their freedom our yoke would be ; 
 And each new decade must have new 
 
 men to determine its liberty. 
 
 THE BOSTON MASSACRE. 
 
 God chose these men to die 
 As teachers and types, that to humble 
 
 lives may chief award be made ; 
 That from lowly ones, and rejected 
 
 stones, the temple s base is laid ! 
 
 * * * * * * 
 
 When the bullets leaped from the 
 
 British guns, no chance decreed 
 
 their aim : 
 Men see what the royal hirelings saw 
 
 a multitude and a flame; 
 But beyond the flame, a mystery; five 
 
 dying men in the street, 
 While the streams of severed races in 
 
 the well of a nation meet ! 
 
 ****** 
 
 Call it riot or revolution, or mob or 
 
 crowd, as you may, 
 Such deaths have been seed of Nations, 
 
 such lives shall be honored for aye. 
 They were lawless hinds to the lackeys 
 but martyrs to Paul Revere ; 
 And Otis and Hancock and Warren 
 
 read spirit and meaning clear. 
 
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 DEMOCRACY. 
 
 The principles of Democracy as laid 
 down by Jefferson are to us the change 
 less basis of sound politics and healthy 
 republicanism. . . Democracy means 
 to us the least government for the peo 
 ple, instead of more or most. It means 
 that every atom of paternal power not 
 needed for the safety of the Union and 
 the intercourse of the population should 
 be taken from the Federal Government 
 and kept and guarded by the States and 
 the people. It means the spreading and 
 preserving of doubt, distrust, and dis 
 like of all sumptuary and impertinent 
 laws. It means that law shall only be 
 drawn at disorder, and that all affairs 
 that can be managed without disorder 
 shall be managed without law. It 
 means that all laws not called for by 
 public disorder are an offense, a nuis 
 ance, and a danger. ... It means 
 home rule in every community right 
 through our system, from the township 
 up to the State Legislature ; and above 
 that, utter loyalty to the Union. It 
 means antagonism to all men, classes 
 and parties that throw distrust and dis 
 credit on the working or common peo 
 ple,- and who insinuate or declare that 
 there is a higher, nobler, or safer patri 
 otism among the wealthy and more 
 book-learned classes than the common 
 people possess or appreciate. 
 
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 THE TOWN MEETING. 
 
 Liberty can be ; 
 
 The State is freedom if the Town is 
 free. 
 
 AND 
 
 When men talk so much about rights 
 they must be willing to go to the foun 
 dation. The bottom right is the right 
 of a man, not of a State. If the general 
 government had no right to oppress 
 States, States had no right to oppress 
 men. 
 
 GOD S ALCHEMY OF EXILE. 
 
 Exile is God s alchemy ! Nations He 
 forms like metals, 
 
 Mixing their strength and their tender 
 ness; 
 
 Tempering pride with shame and victory 
 with affliction ; 
 
 Meting their courage, their faith and 
 their fortitude, 
 
 Timing their genesis to the world s 
 needs ! 
 
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 Go stand at Arlington the graves 
 
 among: 
 No ramparts, cannons there, no banners 
 
 hung, 
 
 No threat above the Capitol, no blare 
 To warn the senators the guns are there. 
 
 But never yet was city fortified 
 
 Like that sad height above Potomac s 
 
 tide; 
 
 There never yet was eloquence in speech 
 Like those ten thousand stones, a name 
 
 on each ; 
 
 No guards e er pressed such claims on 
 
 court or king 
 As these Praetorians to our Senate 
 
 bring ; 
 
 The Army of Potomac never lay 
 So full of strength as in its camp to-day 1 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN COMMONWEALTH. 
 
 Like rays from that great Eye the altars 
 show, 
 
 That fall triangular, free States should 
 grow, 
 
 The soul above, the brain and hand be 
 low. 
 
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 A MAN S WORD. 
 
 There is nothing of a man but the 
 word, that is kept or broken sacred as 
 life, or unstable as water. By this we 
 judge each other, in philosophy and prac 
 tice ; and by this test shall be ruled the 
 ultimate judgment. 
 
 GOD S TEST. 
 God ! Thou hast made man a test of 
 
 Thyself ! 
 Thou hast set in him a heart that bleeds 
 
 at the cry of the helpless. 
 
 FALSEHOOD S PUNISHMENT. 
 The punishment of falsehood is to 
 suspect all truth. 
 
 LIFE. 
 
 Who waits and sympathizes with the pet 
 
 tiest life, 
 And loves all things, and reaches up to 
 
 God 
 With thanks and blessing lie alone is 
 
 living. 
 
 * 
 
 WOMEN AND MEN. 
 
 Women . . are higher, truer, 
 nobler, smaller, meaner, more faithful, 
 more frail, gentler, more envious, less 
 philosophic, more merciful oh, far more 
 merciful and kind and lovable and good 
 than men. 
 
EXPERIENCE. 
 
 Who heeds not experience, trust him 
 
 not ; tell him 
 The scope of one mind can but trifles 
 
 achieve : 
 The weakest who draws from the mine 
 
 will excel him 
 
 The wealth of mankind is the wisdom 
 they leave. 
 
 DUTY. 
 
 Duty is love that is dead but is kept 
 from the grave for a while. 
 
 THE HIDDEN SIN. 
 
 Who hides a sin is like the hunter who 
 Once warmed a frozen adder with his 
 
 breath, 
 And when he placed it near his heart it 
 
 flew 
 
 With poisoned fangs and stung that 
 heart to death. 
 
 A sin admitted is nigh half-atoned, 
 And while the fault is red and freshly 
 
 done, 
 If we but drop our eyes and think, tis 
 
 owned, 
 
 Tis half forgiven, half the crown is 
 won. 
 
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 But if we heedless let it reek and rot, 
 Then pile a mountain on its grave, and 
 
 turn 
 With smiles to all the world, that 
 
 tainted spot 
 
 Beneath the mound will never cease to 
 burn. 
 
 WOMEN AND FIRST LOVE. 
 
 THE first love of some women is 
 mysteriously tenacious. It ceases to be 
 a passion, and becomes a principle of 
 life. It is never destroyed until life 
 ceases. It may change into a torture 
 it may become excited like white-hot iron, 
 burning the heart it binds; or it may 
 take on a lesser fire, and change into red 
 hatred; but it never grows cold it 
 never loses its power to command at a 
 thrill the deepest motives of her nature. 
 
 . . But the change from white heat 
 to fierce red is not infinite. It is a tran 
 sition rapidly made. At the white heat, 
 the woman s love burns herself ; at the 
 red, it burns the man she loves. A 
 woman s hatred is only her love on fire. 
 
 Love lies within the brimming bowl 
 
 of sense : 
 Who keeps this full has joy who 
 
 drains, affliction. 
 
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 DISTANCE. 
 
 The world is large, when its weary 
 leagues two loving hearts divide ; 
 
 But the world is small, when your en 
 emy is loose on the other side. 
 
 * 
 
 WHEN WOMEN MAKE GOOD MEN. 
 
 Women have all the necessary qual 
 ities to make good men, but they must 
 give their time and attention to it while 
 the men are boys. 
 
 TO-DAY. 
 
 Only from day to day 
 
 The life of a wise man runs ; 
 What matter if seasons far away 
 
 Have glooms or have double suns \ 
 
 ****** 
 
 Like a tide our work should rise 
 Each later wave the best ; 
 
 To-day is a king in disguise, 
 To-day is the special test. 
 
 Like a sawyer s work is life : 
 The present makes the flaw, 
 
 And the only field for strife 
 Is the inch before the saw. 
 
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 V 
 
 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 
 
 The wise, the witty, the many-ideaed 
 philosopher, poet, physician, novelist, 
 essayist, and professor; but, best of all, 
 the kind, the warm heart. 
 
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 THE SORROW OF HAVING. 
 
 Joys have three stages, Hoping, Having, 
 and Had ; 
 
 The hands of Hope are empty, and the 
 heart of Having is sad ; 
 
 For the joy we take, in the taking dies ; 
 and the joy we Had is its ghost. 
 
 Now, which is the better the joy un 
 known, or the joy we have clasped 
 and lost ? 
 
 THE LURE. 
 
 " What bait do you use," said a Saint to 
 
 the Devil, 
 "When you fish where the souls of 
 
 men abound ? " 
 " Well, for special tastes," said the King 
 
 of Evil, 
 "Gold and Fame are the best I ve 
 
 found." 
 "But for common use?" asked the 
 
 Saint. " Ah, then," 
 Said the Demon, " I angle for Man, not 
 men, 
 
 And a thing I hate 
 Is to change my bait, 
 So I fish with a woman the whole 
 year round." 
 
 DISRAELI. 
 
 He employed the arts and tricks of 
 the charlatan ; but it was the hand of a 
 master that used them. 
 
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 THE CULTURE WORTH GETTING. 
 
 True culture is the culture of 
 strength, not of weakness. Who cares 
 to bridle and teach the incomplete, the 
 effete, the thin-blooded and boned? Do 
 not be deceived. Put your ear down to 
 the rich earth, and listen to the vast, 
 gurgling blood of Humanity, and learn 
 whither it strives to flow, and what and 
 where are its barriers. This is the cul 
 ture worth getting, the culture that wins 
 the love and shout of millions instead of 
 the gush and drivel of tens. Love and 
 hope and strength and good are all in the 
 crowd, . . . and not in the diluted 
 blood of aesthetic critics. 
 
 BOHEMIA AND SOCIETY. 
 
 There are no titles inherited there, 
 
 No hoard or hope for the brainless heir ; 
 
 No gilded dullard native born 
 
 To stare at his fellow with leaden scorn : 
 
 Bohemia has none but adopted sons ; 
 
 Its limits, where Fancy s bright stream 
 
 runs ; 
 Its honors, not garnered for thrift or 
 
 trade, 
 But for beauty and truth men s souls 
 
 have made. 
 
 To the empty heart in a jeweled breast 
 There is value, maybe, in a purchased 
 
 crest; 
 
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 But the thirsty of soul soon learn to 
 
 know 
 The moistureless froth of the social 
 
 show; 
 
 The vulgar sham of the pompous feast 
 Where the heaviest purse is the highest 
 
 priest : 
 The organized charity, scrimped and 
 
 iced, 
 In the name of a cautious, statistical 
 
 Christ; 
 The smile restrained, the respectable 
 
 cant, 
 When a friend in need is a friend in 
 
 want; 
 
 Where the only aim is to keep afloat, 
 And a brother may drown with a cry in 
 
 his throat. 
 Oh, I long for the glow of a kindly 
 
 heart and the grasp of a friendly 
 
 hand, 
 And I d rather live in Bohemia than in 
 
 any other land. 
 
 THE WORST DEFEAT. 
 
 Putting your enemy in the wrong in 
 the sight of men is the worst kind of 
 defeat, against which neither individual 
 nor nation can long persist. 
 
 Ireland is a fruitful mother of genius, 
 but a barren nurse. 
 
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 A MAN OF THE WORLD. 
 
 So he goes on, till the world grows old, 
 Till his tongue has grown cautious, his 
 
 heart has grown cold, 
 Till the smile leaves his mouth, and the 
 
 ring leaves his laugh, 
 And he shirks the bright headache you 
 
 ask him to quaff ; 
 He grows formal with men, and with 
 
 women polite, 
 And distrustful of both when they re 
 
 out of his sight ; 
 Then he eats for his palate, and drinks 
 
 for his head, 
 And loves for his pleasure, and tis 
 
 time he was dead ! 
 
 WOMAN SUFFRAGE. 
 
 Woman suffrage is an unjust, unrea 
 sonable, unspiritual abnormality. It is 
 a hard, undigested, tasteless, devitalized 
 proposition. It is a half -fledged, unmu 
 sical, Promethean abomination. It is a 
 quack bolus to reduce masculinity even 
 by the obliteration of femininity. . . 
 It is the sediment, not the wave of a 
 sex. It is the antithesis of that highest 
 and sweetest mystery conviction by 
 submission, and conquest by sacrifice. 
 
 REFORMERS. 
 
 The men who have changed the world 
 with the world have disagreed. 
 
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 THE DAILY NEWSPAPER. 
 
 It is the biography of a Day. It is a 
 photograph, of twenty-four hours length, 
 of the mysterious river of time that is 
 sweeping past us forever. And yet we 
 take our year s newspapers, which con 
 tain more tales of sorrow and suffering, 
 and joy and success, and ambition and 
 defeat, and villainy and virtue, than the 
 greatest book ever written, and we give 
 them to the girl to light the fire ! 
 
 MONEY. 
 
 Mere store of money is not wealth, but 
 
 rather 
 The proof of poverty and need of 
 
 bread. 
 Like men themselves is the bright gold 
 
 they gather 
 It may be living, or it may be dead. 
 
 It may be filled with love and life and 
 
 vigor, 
 To guide the wearer, and to cheer the 
 
 way; 
 It may be corpse-like in its weight and 
 
 rigor, 
 Bending the bearer to his native clay. 
 
 There is no comfort but in outward 
 
 showing 
 In all the servile homage paid to 
 
 dross ; 
 Better to heart and soul the silent 
 
 knowing 
 
 Our little store has not been gained 
 by loss. 
 

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 A JOURNALIST S CODE OF HONOR. 
 
 Never do anything as a journalist 
 which you would not do as a gentleman. 
 
 MEN S FRIENDSHIP-BREAKERS. 
 
 When men possess one secret or one 
 
 creed, 
 
 Or love one land, or struggle for one need, 
 They draw together brotherly and 
 
 human 
 They only fly apart who love one woman. 
 
 THE POET S SUCCESS. 
 
 When he succeeds in reaching men s 
 hearts, all other successes are as nought 
 to the poet s. All other honors, emolu 
 ments, distinctions, are chips and tinsel 
 compared with the separated and be 
 loved light which surrounds him in the 
 eyes and hearts of the people. 
 
 MARY. 
 
 The sweet-faced moon reflects on cheer 
 less night 
 
 The rays of hidden sun to sMne to 
 morrow ; 
 So unseen God still lets His promised 
 
 light, 
 
 Through Holy Mary, shine upon our 
 sorrow. 
 
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 PRICELESS THINGS. 
 
 Statesmen steer the nation safely ; art 
 ists pass the burning test ; 
 
 And their country pays them proudly 
 with a ribbon at the breast. 
 
 When the soldier saves the battle, wraps 
 
 the flag around his heart, 
 Who shall desecrate his honor with the 
 
 values of the mart ? 
 
 From his guns of bronze we hew a piece, 
 
 and carve it as a cross ; 
 For the gain he gave was priceless, as 
 
 unpriced would be the loss. 
 
 When the poet sings the love-song, or 
 the song of life and death, 
 
 Till the workers cease their toiling with 
 abated wondering breath ; 
 
 When he gilds the mill and mine, in 
 spires the slave to rise and dare ; 
 
 Lights with love the cheerless garret, 
 bids the ^yrant to beware ; 
 
 When he steals the pang from poverty 
 with meanings new and clear, 
 
 Reconciling pain and peace, and bringing 
 blissful visions near ; 
 
 His reward ? Nor cross nor ribbon, but 
 
 all others high above ; 
 They have won their glittering symbols 
 
 he has earned the people s love ! 
 
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 A LADY. 
 
 A lady is simply the highest type of 
 a woman. She will be gentle and 
 modest, mistress of temper and curi 
 osity. . . . She will know and 
 honor her own place in the social order, 
 as the divinely-appointed moulder, 
 teacher, and refiner of men ; and out of 
 this beautiful and noble place she 
 will not seek to move. To fit her 
 self for her place, she will culti 
 vate body and mind, the body hi 
 health and vigor that she may take her 
 share of. burdens and be cheerful under 
 them, and that her work in the world 
 shall be as fairly done as her hands cai? do 
 it; and the mind in knowledge, accom 
 plishment and taste, that she may be a 
 delight and a help in her home. . . . 
 A lady is always natural ; and calm 
 self-respect and respect for others are 
 two of the unseen but real shields that 
 protect ladies even in associations 
 which must surely stain or injure 
 natures of lower culture or less poise. 
 . . . There is a lady hidden in 
 every woman, as there is a gentleman in 
 every man ; and no matter how far the 
 actual may be from the possible, one 
 thing is certain, that a true lady or a 
 true gentleman is always recognized and 
 acknowledged by this secret nobility in 
 the human heart. 
 
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 WORK AND TRUST. 
 
 There seems no good in asking or in 
 
 humbling ; 
 The mind incurious has the most of 
 
 rest; 
 If we can live and laugh and pray, not 
 
 grumbling, 
 
 Tis all we can do here and tis the 
 best. 
 
 The throbbing brain will burst its ten 
 der raiment 
 
 With futile force, to see by finite light 
 How man s brief earning and eternal 
 
 payment 
 
 Are weighed as equal in the Infinite 
 sight. 
 
 Tis all in vain to struggle with abstrac 
 tion 
 
 The milky way that tempts our men 
 tal glass ; 
 The study for mankind is earth-born 
 
 action ; 
 
 The highest wisdom, let the wonder 
 ing pass. 
 
 The Lord knows best: He gave us 
 
 thirst for learning; 
 And deepest knowledge of His work 
 
 betrays 
 
 No thirst left waterless. Shall our soul- 
 yearning, 
 
 Apart from all things, be a quenchless 
 blaze ? 
 
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 CHARACTER IN MUSCLE. 
 
 There is character as well as strength 
 in muscle ; and little of either in 
 flabbiness or lard. . . . Fatness 
 and softness are merely sensuous ex 
 pressions, or symptoms of disease. 
 They are non-conductors of spiritual 
 messages, stopping or deadening the 
 finer currents of enjoyment, as an insu 
 lator stops electricity. 
 
 BONE AND SINEW AND BRAIN. 
 
 A nation s boast is a nation s bone, 
 As well as its might of mind ; 
 
 And the culture of either of these alone 
 Is the doom of a nation signed. 
 
 # * # # # * 
 
 Ho, white-maned waves of the Western 
 
 Sea, 
 
 That ride and roll to the strand ! 
 
 Ho, strong-winged birds, never blow a-lee 
 
 By the gales that sweep toward land ! 
 
 Ye are symbols both of a hope that saves, 
 
 As ye swoop in your strength and 
 
 grace, 
 As ye roll to the land like the billowed 
 
 graves 
 
 Of a suicidal race. 
 Ye have hoarded your strength in equal 
 
 parts ; 
 
 For the men of the future reign 
 Must have faithful souls and kindly 
 
 hearts, 
 And bone and sinew and brain. 
 
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 INHERITANCE. 
 
 God pity them all ! God pity the worst ! 
 
 for the worst are reckless, and need 
 
 it most : 
 When we trace the causes why lives are 
 
 curst with the criminal taint, let no 
 
 man boast : 
 The race is not run with an equal 
 
 chance : the poor man s son carries 
 
 double weight ; 
 
 Who have not, are tempted ; inherit 
 ance is a blight or a blessing of 
 
 man s estate. 
 
 THE LOVING CUP OF THE PAPYRUS. 
 
 For brotherhood, not wine, this cup 
 
 should pass ; 
 Its depths should ne er reflect the eye 
 
 of malice ; 
 Drink toasts to strangers with the social 
 
 glass, 
 
 But drink to brothers with this loving 
 chalice. 
 
 And now, Papyrus, each one pledge to 
 
 each: 
 And let this formal tie be warmly 
 
 cherished. 
 No words are needed for a kindly 
 
 speech 
 
 The loving thought will live when 
 words have perished. 
 
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 THE TEST OF TIME. 
 
 Not on the word alone 
 Let love depend : 
 
 Neither by actions done 
 Choose ye the friend. 
 
 Let the slow years fly 
 These are the test; 
 
 Never to peering eye 
 Open the breast. 
 
 Psyche won hopeless woe, 
 Reaching to take ; 
 
 Wait till your lilies grow 
 Up from the lake. 
 
 OUR DUTY TO THE FUTURE AMERICAN. 
 
 To make the future American all he 
 ought to be, physically, mentally and 
 spiritually, we must build gymnasiums 
 as well as schools and churches. We 
 must honor the teaching of health and 
 strength and beauty, as the Greeks did, 
 as well as the teaching of books and 
 sciences. We must cover our incompar 
 able rivers and lakes with canoes and 
 light outrigged boats, as we are covering 
 our bays with white-sailed yachts. We 
 must see that every square fifty yards 
 of clear ice in winter is covered with 
 merry skaters. 
 
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 FACTS AND TRUTHS. 
 
 Facts are the opposite of truths. 
 Facts are mere pebbles ; unrelated ac 
 cretions of the insignificant. 
 
 A MAN AND HIS FRIEND. 
 
 Too late we learn a man must hold his 
 
 friend 
 Un judged, accepted, trusted to the end. 
 
 PEACE IN POWER. 
 
 There is peace in power ; the men 
 
 who speak 
 
 With the loudest tongues do least ; 
 And the surest sign of a mind that is 
 
 weak 
 Is its want of the power to rest. 
 
 THE KIND WORD UNSPOKEN. 
 
 The kindly word unpsoken is a sin, 
 A sin that wraps itself in purest 
 
 guise, 
 And tells the heart that, doubting, 
 
 looks within, 
 
 That not in speech, but thought, the 
 virtue lies. 
 
30 
 
 A BLUNDERER. 
 
 The wise man is sincere ; but he who 
 
 tries 
 To be sincere, hap-hazard, is not wise. 
 
 LESSON. 
 
 " How shall I a habit break ? " 
 As you did that habit make. 
 As you gathered, you must lose ; 
 As you yielded, now refues. 
 
 Thread by thread the strands we 
 
 twist, 
 
 Till they bind us neck and wrist ; 
 Thread by thread the patient hand 
 Must untwine ere free we stand. 
 As we builded, stone by stone, 
 We must toil unhelped, alone, 
 Till the wall is overthrown. 
 
 But remember, as we try, 
 Lighter every test goes by ; 
 Wading in, the stream grows deep 
 Toward the centre s downward 
 
 sweep ; 
 
 Backward turn, each step ashore 
 Shallower is than that before. 
 
 Ah, the precious years we waste 
 Levelling what we raised in haste ; 
 Doing what must be undone 
 Ere content or love be won ! 
 First across the gulf we cast 
 Kite-borne threads, till lines are 
 
 passed, 
 And habit builds the bridge at last ! 
 
31 
 
 MOTIVE-CENTRES. 
 
 The motive-centre of a thinker is the 
 brain ; of a philanthropist, the heart ; of 
 a sensualist, the belly. In the last-named 
 class, a kindly, or beautiful, or devotional 
 aspiration enters the mind and wanders 
 aimlessly through the flabby muscles, 
 straying off the nerve at will ; for the 
 tissues have not sufficient consistency to 
 hold it on the line, until it sinks gradu 
 ally but surely toward the marshy and 
 forbidden wastes of appetite, and is 
 drowned, like a belated traveller, in the 
 weedy morasses of the gastric centre. 
 
 WORK-TEST AND LOVE-TEST. 
 
 As creeping tendrils shudder from the- 
 
 stone, 
 The vines of love avoid the frigid 
 
 heart ; 
 
 The work men do is not their test alone, 
 The love they win is far the better 
 chart. 
 
 THE LOVE THAT LIVES. 
 
 True love shall trust, and selfish love 
 
 must die, 
 
 For trust is peace, and self is full of pain ; 
 Arise, and heal thy brother s grief ; his 
 
 tears 
 Shall wash thy love and it will live 
 
 again. 
 
32 
 
 WHEN GOD SPEAKS. 
 
 The Infinite always is silent, 
 
 It is only the Finite speaks, 
 Our words are the idle wave-caps 
 
 On the deep that never breaks. 
 We may question with wand of 
 science, 
 
 Explain, decide, and discuss ; 
 But only in meditation 
 
 The Mystery speaks to us. 
 
 POETS AND PROPHETS. 
 
 There are two kinds of poets the 
 seers of equity or truth, and the seers 
 of harmony. There is really no differ 
 ence between them, except that the for 
 mer see farther and deeper to them 
 appear the harmonies and discords of 
 systems, "the wrong of law," the injus 
 tices, sacrifices, salvations. These poets 
 ought to be known by another name 
 they should be called prophets. 
 
 DOUBT. 
 
 Doubt is brother-devil to Despair. 
 
 LOSS AND DEFEAT. 
 
 Loss is an empty cup an overturned 
 vessel. Defeat in a good contest means 
 a cup that lacks only one or more drops 
 of being completely full. 
 
33 
 
 THE MEAN SOUI/S GAIN. 
 
 The mean of soul are sure their faults 
 
 to gloss, 
 And find a secret gain in others loss. 
 
 AT BEST. 
 
 From soul to soul the shortest line 
 
 At best will bended be ; 
 The ship that holds the straightest 
 course 
 
 Still sails the convex sea. 
 
 THE INDESTRUCTIBLE RIGHT. 
 
 Oppression, that kills the craven, 
 Defied, is the freeman s good : 
 
 No cause can be lost forever whose cost 
 Is coined from Freedom s blood ! 
 
 Liberty s wine and altar 
 
 Are blood and human right; 
 
 Her weak shall be strong while the 
 
 struggle with wrong 
 Is a sacrificial fight. 
 
 Earth for the people their laws their 
 
 own 
 
 An equal race for all : 
 Though shattered and few who to this 
 
 are true 
 Shall flourish the more they fall. 
 
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 A REASON FOR MERCY. 
 
 Then, for duty, I trusted again ; 
 For who should stand if God were to 
 frown on the twice-told failures of 
 men. 
 
 REALISM. 
 
 Romantic literature belongs to the 
 domain of art, on the same level as 
 sculpture, painting, and the drama. In 
 none of these other expressions is the 
 abnormal, the corrupt, the wantonly re 
 pulsive allowable. The line of treat 
 ment on these subjects is definitely 
 drawn and generally acknowledged. 
 The unnecessarily foul is unpardonable. 
 
 Why should not the same limit be ob 
 served in romantic literature ? 
 
 All art deals with nature and truth, 
 but not with all nature and all truth. 
 
 THE MEASURE OF VITALITY. 
 
 The vitality of men and nations may 
 be measured by their devotion to ex 
 alted and unchangeable principles. Sec 
 ondary or inferior races pride them 
 selves on selfish and material qualities, 
 on their organizing capacity for securing 
 wealth, luxury, and domination. They 
 are intellectual machines, potent as a 
 wedge or an engine, or the explosion of 
 a bomb, and as limited, unsympa 
 thetic, and uninfluential. 
 
35 
 
 IRELAND. 
 
 With what weapon must that coun 
 try be struck where the palace is a 
 temple of infamy, and the prison a 
 shrine of national honor ? 
 
 A NATION S TEST. 
 A nation s greatness lies in men, not 
 
 acres ; 
 One master-mind is worth a million 
 
 hands. 
 No royal robes have marked the planet- 
 
 shakers, 
 But Samson-strength to burst the 
 
 ages bands. 
 The might of empire gives no crown 
 
 supernal 
 Athens is here but where is Mace- 
 
 don ? 
 A dozen lives make Greece and Rome 
 
 eternal, 
 
 And England s fame might safely rest 
 on one. 
 
 FREEDOM S MARTYR. 
 The people that are blest 
 Have him they love the best 
 To mount the martyr s scaffold when 
 
 they need him ; 
 And vain the cords that bind 
 While the nation s steadfast mind, 
 Like the needle to the pole, is true to 
 freedom ! 
 
36 
 
 THE SEED OF SACRIFICE. 
 
 The greatest service a man can do for 
 a good cause is to die for it. No man s 
 life or work, however illustrious, is so 
 potential as a martyr s death. The 
 cause for which men are willing to die 
 can never be destroyed. There is no 
 seed so infallible and so fruitful as the 
 seed of human sacrifice. 
 
 ROBERT EMMET. 
 
 He teaches the secret of manhood 
 
 the watchword of those who 
 
 aspire 
 That men must follow freedom though 
 
 it lead through blood and fire ; 
 That sacrifice is the bitter draught 
 
 which freemen still must quaff 
 That every patriotic life is the patriot s 
 
 epitaph. 
 
 TIME AND GREAT MEN. 
 
 Great men grow greater by the lapse of 
 
 time: 
 We know those least whom we have 
 
 seen the latest ; 
 And they, mongst those whose names 
 
 have grown sublime, 
 Who worked for Human Liberty, are 
 greatest. 
 

37 
 
 THE HIGHER BEING. 
 
 A man s higher being is knowing and 
 seeing, not having and toiling for 
 more; 
 
 In the senses and soul is the joy of con 
 trol, not in pride or luxurious store. 
 
 ENGLAND AND IRELAND. 
 
 The strength of England is, and al 
 ways has been, material force ; organi 
 zation ; concentration; weight of 
 stroke ; selfishness of purpose. Her 
 power has marched through the cen 
 turies and the nations like a mail-clad 
 battalion, plowing its way, repellent, un 
 sympathetic, defying criticism, bound 
 on the seizure of its prey, disregarding 
 the opinions of mankind. The power 
 that Ireland has exerted through her ban 
 ished millions, is immaterial, diffused, 
 intellectual, spiritual ; the very opposite 
 to that of England. But it is the power 
 of the steam, as compared to the power 
 of the water. So far the nations repre 
 sent opposites : One concussion ; the 
 other conversion. One a threat ; the 
 other an argument. One repels ; the 
 other attracts. One makes enemies ; 
 the other makes friends. One wastes 
 its own strength in every effort ; the 
 other increases its power with every ex 
 ertion. Ireland appeals through her 
 scattered children and their descendants 
 to the consciences of men. 
 
38 
 
 EDMUND BURKE. 
 
 Eaces or sects were to him a profanity : 
 Hindoo and Negro and Kelt were as 
 
 one; 
 
 Large as mankind was his splendid hu 
 manity, 
 
 Large in its record the work he has 
 done. 
 
 o CONNELL. 
 
 He roused the farms, he made the serf 
 
 a yeoman ; 
 He drilled his millions and he faced 
 
 the foe ; 
 But not with lead or steel he struck the 
 
 f oeman : 
 Reason the sword and human right 
 
 the blow. 
 # * * # # * 
 
 He fought for faith but with no nar 
 row spirit ; 
 With ceaseless hand the bigot laws he 
 
 smote ; 
 One chart, he said, all mankind should 
 
 inherit, 
 
 The right to worship and the right to 
 vote. 
 
 Always the same but yet a glinting 
 
 prism ; 
 
 For wit, law, statecraft, still a master- 
 hand ; 
 An "uncrowned king" whose people s 
 
 love was chrism ; 
 His title Liberator of his Land ! 
 
39 
 
 THOMAS MOORE. 
 
 We take Tom Moore as God sent him 
 not only the sweetest song-writer of 
 Ireland, but ... the first song 
 writer in the English language, not even 
 excepting Burns. ... He preserved 
 the music of his nation and made it im 
 perishable. It can never be lost again 
 till English ceases to be spoken. He 
 struck it out like a golden coin, with 
 Erin s stamp on it, and it has become 
 current and unquestioned in all civilized 
 nations. 
 
 WORD AND DEED. 
 
 The Word is great, and no Deed is 
 
 greater, 
 When both are of God, to follow or 
 
 lead; 
 But, alas, for the truth when the Word 
 
 comes later, 
 
 With questioned steps, to sustain the 
 Deed. 
 
 SOCIAL OSTRACISM AND SLAVERY. 
 
 To insult and degrade a free man and 
 tie his hands with social and statute 
 wires, that cut and burn as well as re 
 strain, is worse than to seize him bodily 
 and yoke him to a dray as a slave. 
 
40 
 
 THE IRISH-AMERICANS. 
 
 No treason we bring from Erin nor 
 
 bring we shame nor guilt ! 
 The sword we hold may be broken, but 
 
 we have not dropped the hilt ! 
 The wreath we bear to Columbia is 
 
 twisted of thorns, not bays ; 
 And the songs we sing are saddened by 
 
 thoughts of desolate days. 
 But the hearts we bring for Freedom 
 
 are washed in the surge of tears ; 
 And we claim our right by a People s 
 
 fight outliving a thousand years ! 
 
 MAKE PEACE AT THE SOURCE OF ENMITY. 
 
 There is another American reason 
 why we should continue this Irish agi 
 tation. The elements of our population 
 are mainly in the East descended from 
 England and Ireland, and they inherit 
 a prejudice, an unfriendliness an un 
 natural, artifical, ignorant antipathy on 
 both sides. That unnatural condition 
 of distrust and dislike should cease in 
 America, and we should amalgamate in 
 to one race, one great unified, self-lov 
 ing American people ; but that condi 
 tion will never come until peace is made 
 between the sources of the two races. 
 Their descendants in this country will 
 always be facing each other in antagon 
 ism, discontent, and distrust, until En 
 gland sits down and shakes hands freely 
 with Ireland. 
 
TYRANTS. 
 
 Tyrants are part of the people them 
 selves the diseased part, and this dis 
 ease is not local, to be cured with a 
 knife, but constitutional, and only to be 
 reached by the medicine of equity, mo 
 rality, and self-respect. 
 
 JOHN MITCHEL. 
 
 0, for a tongue to utter 
 
 The words that should be said 
 Of his worth that was silver, living, 
 
 That is gold and jasper, dead ! 
 
 Dead ! but the death was fitting : 
 His life to the latest breath, 
 
 Was poured like wax on the Chart of 
 
 Eight, 
 And is sealed by the stamp of Death ! 
 
 BOSTON AND REVOLUTIONS. 
 
 Boston knows the difference between 
 mobs and revolutions. Her history 
 tells her that a mob is a disease, while 
 a revolution is a cure ; that a mob has 
 ouly passion and ignorance, while a revo 
 lution has conviction and a soul; 
 that a mob is barren, while a revolution 
 is fruitful; that the leaders of a mob 
 are miscreants to be condemned, while 
 the leaders of a revolution are heroes to 
 be honored forever. 
 
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 THE LESSON OF CBISPUS ATTUCKS. 
 
 Honor to Crispns Attacks, who was 
 
 leader and voice that day, 
 The first to defy and the first to die 
 
 with Maverick, Carr, and Gray. 
 Call it riot or revolution, his hand first 
 
 clenched at the crown ; 
 His feet were the first in perilous place 
 
 to pull the king s flag down ; 
 His heart was the first one rent apart 
 
 that liberty s stream might flow ; 
 For our freedom now and forever, his 
 
 head was the first laid low. 
 ****** 
 
 O, planter of seed in thought and deed 
 has the year of right revolved, 
 
 And brought the Negro patriot s cause 
 with its problem to be solved ? 
 
 His blood streamed first for the build 
 ing, and through all the century s 
 years, 
 
 Our growth of story and fame of glory 
 are mixed with his blood and tears. 
 ****** 
 
 And so, must we come to the learning 
 
 of Boston s lesson to-day ; 
 The moral that Crispus Attucks taught 
 
 in the old heroic way : 
 God made mankind to be one in blood, 
 
 as one in spirit and thought; 
 And so great a boon, by a brave man s 
 
 death, is never dearly bought ! 
 
 LEGAL SINS. 
 
 There is never a legal sin but grows 
 to the law s disaster. 
 
43 
 
 POLITICS. 
 
 The highest interest of politics is the 
 selfish interest of the people . . . 
 Social equity is based on principles of 
 justice ; political change on the opinion 
 of a time. 
 
 WENDELL PHILLIPS. 
 
 A sower of infinite seed was he, a wood 
 man that hewed toward the light, 
 
 Who dared to be traitor to Union when 
 Union was traitor to Right ! 
 
 A LIVING FLAG. 
 
 The veteran of the war is dearer and 
 nearer even than the flag. He is a liv 
 ing flag, starred and scarred. 
 
 THE LAND ACCURSED. 
 
 Wherever a principle dies 
 Nay, principles never die ! 
 
 But wherever a ruler lies, 
 And a people share the lie , 
 
 Where right is crushed by force, 
 And manhood is stricken dead 
 
 There dwelleth the ancient curse, 
 And the blood on the earth is red. 
 
44 
 
 SOLDIER AND CITIZEN. 
 
 God send us peace, and keep red strife 
 
 away; 
 But should it come, God send us men 
 
 and steel! 
 The land is dead that dare not face the 
 
 day 
 
 When foreign danger threats the com 
 mon weal. 
 
 Defenders strong are they that homes 
 
 defend ; 
 From ready arms the spoiler keeps 
 
 afar. 
 Well blest the country that has sons to 
 
 lend 
 From trades of peace to learn the trade 
 
 of war. 
 
 Thrice blest the nation that has every 
 
 son 
 A soldier, ready for the warning 
 
 sound ; 
 Who marches homeward when the fight 
 
 is done, 
 
 To swing the hammer and to till the 
 ground. 
 
 * 
 
 Design is impotent if Nature frown. 
 
 No deathless pile has grown from in 
 tellect. 
 
 Immortal things have God for architect, 
 
 And men are but the granite He lays 
 down. 
 
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 THE NEGRO AMERICAN. 
 
 The negro is the only graceful, musi 
 cal, color-loving American. He is the 
 only American who has written new 
 songs and composed new music. He is 
 the most spiritual of Americans, for he 
 worships with soul and not with narrow 
 mind. For him religion is to be be 
 lieved, accepted like the very voice of 
 God, and not invented, contrived, rea 
 soned about, shaded, and made fashiona 
 bly lucrative and marketable, as it is 
 made by too many white Americans. 
 
 The negro is a new man, a free man, 
 a spiritual man, a hearty man ; and he 
 can be a great man if he will avoid 
 modeling himself on the whites. 
 
 THE TORY. 
 
 Patrician, aristocrat, Tory whatever 
 
 his age or name, 
 To the people s rights and liberties, a 
 
 traitor ever the same. 
 The natural crowd is a mob to him, 
 
 their prayer a vulgar rhyme ; 
 The free man s speech is sedition, and 
 
 the patriot s deed a crime : 
 Whatever the race, the law, the land, 
 
 whatever the time or throne, 
 The Tory is always a traitor to every 
 
 class but his own. 
 
46 
 
 SOCIAL DANGERS AND THE HIGHER LAW. 
 
 The evil cannot be stamped out; it 
 must be soothed out by Christian gentle 
 ness and generosity. The social dangers 
 of our time can only be averted by a 
 higher order of law. The relations of 
 men and nations must be made equita 
 ble or they will be shattered by the 
 wrath of the injured, who can so readily 
 appeal to destructive agencies hitherto 
 unknown. 
 
 BEWARE OF THE WRONGED. 
 
 Take heed of your civilization, ye, on 
 your pyramids built of quivering 
 hearts ; 
 
 There are stages, like Paris in 93, 
 where the commonest men play 
 most terrible parts. 
 
 Your statutes may crush but they can 
 not kill the patient sense of a natu 
 ral right : 
 
 It may slowly move, but the People s 
 will, like the ocean o er Holland, is 
 always in sight. 
 
 " It is not our fault ! " say the rich ones. 
 No ; tis the fault of a system old 
 and strong ; 
 
 But men are the makers of systems ; so 
 the cure will come if we own the 
 wrong. 
 
 It will come in peace if the man-right 
 lead ; it will sweep in storm if it be 
 denied : 
 
47 
 
 The law to bring justice is always de 
 
 creed; and on every hand are the 
 
 warnings cried. 
 Take heed of your Progress ! Its feet 
 
 have trod on the souls it slew with 
 
 its own pollutions ; 
 Submission is good; but the order of 
 
 God may flame the torch of the rev 
 
 olutions ! 
 Beware with your Classes ! Men are 
 
 men, and a cry in the night is a 
 
 fearful teacher ; 
 When it reaches the heart of the 
 
 masses, then they need but a sword 
 
 for a judge and preacher. 
 Take heed, for your Juggernaut pushes 
 
 hard ; God holds the doom that its 
 
 day completes ; 
 It will dawn like a fire when the track 
 
 is barred by a barricade in the city 
 
 streets. 
 
 THE FLOWER OF THE TREE OF FORCE. 
 
 The hand is the symbol of the people ; 
 the sword, of the lord : the barracks, of 
 the king; and the ironclad, of the em 
 peror. If there were any higher means 
 of centralizing force, there would be a 
 rank still higher than imperalism. But 
 when the tree of Force has reached its 
 full growth, it must flower, and fall in 
 seed. The flower of force is the jewelled 
 crown of an emperor, and the seed of 
 that gaudy flower, with its roots in the 
 toiling hearts of the millions, is unrest, 
 disorder, and rebellion. 
 
48 
 
 HEAPING THE WHIRLWIND. 
 
 Emperors, stand to the bar ! Chancel 
 lors, halt at the barracks ! 
 
 Landlords and Lawlords and Tradelords, 
 the spectres you conjured have 
 risen 
 
 Communists, Socialists, Nihilists, Eent- 
 rebels, Strikers, behold ! 
 
 They are fruit of the seed you have 
 sown God has prospered your 
 planting. They come 
 
 Prom the earth, like the army of death. 
 You have sowed the teeth of the 
 dragon ! 
 
 Hark to the bay of the leader ! You 
 shall hear the roar of the pack 
 
 As sure as the stream goes seaward. 
 The crust on the crater beneath you 
 
 Shall crack and crumble and sink, with 
 your laws and rules 
 
 That grind the rent from the tiller s 
 blood for drones to spend 
 
 That hold the teeming planet as a gar 
 den plot for a thousand 
 * * # # # * 
 
 As sure as the Spirit of God is Truth, 
 this Truth shall reign, 
 
 And the trees and lowly brutes shall 
 cease to be higher than men. 
 
 God purifies slowly by peace, but ur 
 gently by fire. 
 
 THE HEBREW RACE. 
 
 The greatest race taking its vicissi 
 tudes and its achievements, its numbers 
 and its glories that ever existed. 
 
49 
 
 THE ARISTOCRAT. 
 
 It is not the sea, but the separated 
 pool that rots ; and so it is not the com 
 mon people, but the separated class of 
 humanity that rots the aristocrat, the 
 idle man, the man on horseback, the fel 
 low who has ruled Europe for centuries. 
 
 BLUE BLOOD IN AMERICA. 
 
 Thank God for a land where pride is 
 
 clipped, where arrogance stalks 
 
 apart ; 
 Where law and song and loathing of 
 
 wrong are the words of the common 
 
 heart ; 
 Where the masses honor straightforward 
 
 strength, and know, when veins are 
 
 bled, 
 That the bluest blood is putrid blood 
 
 that the people s blood is red ! 
 
 A SEED. 
 
 A kindly act is a kernel sown, 
 That will grow to a goodly tree, 
 
 Shedding its fruit when time has flown 
 Down the gulf of Eternity. 
 
50 
 
 What song is best for the soldiers ? 
 
 Take no heed of the words, nor choose 
 you the style of the story ; 
 
 Let it burst out from the heart like a 
 spring from the womb of a moun 
 tain. 
 
 Natural, clear, resistless, leaping its way 
 to the levels ; 
 
 Whether of love or hate or war or the 
 pathos and pain of affliction ; 
 
 Whether of manly pluck in the perilous 
 hour, or that which is higher, 
 
 And highest of all, the slowly bleeding 
 sacrifice, 
 
 The giving of life and its joys for the 
 sake of men and freedom ; 
 
 Any song for the soldier that will har 
 monize with the life-throbs ; 
 
 For he has laved in the mystical sea by 
 which men are one ; 
 
 His pulse has thrilled into blinding tune 
 with the vaster anthems 
 
 Which God plays on the battle-fields 
 when He sweeps the strings of na 
 tions, 
 
 And the song of the earth-planet bursts 
 on the silent spheres, 
 
 Shot through like the cloud of Etna 
 with flames of heroic devotion, 
 
 And shaded with quivering lines from 
 the mourning of women and chil 
 dren ! 
 
51 
 
 THE LIFE OF THE TREE OF LIBERTY. 
 
 The blood of tyrants is infertile, 
 lethal, poisonous, to the tree of liberty 
 or any other tree of life. The carcasses 
 of all the tyrants on earth might be 
 emptied on the roots of the tree of lib 
 erty and it would die of drought. 
 
 The tree of liberty will never enfoli- 
 ate and bear fruit unless it be watered 
 from the well of justice, independence 
 and fair play in the hearts of the peo 
 ple. Not by the blood of tyrants, but 
 by the blood of good men, is the tree of 
 liberty kept alive and nourishing. 
 
 THE UNION OF FREEMEN. 
 
 The races that band for plunder are the 
 mud of the human stream, 
 
 The base and the coward and sordid, 
 without an unselfish gleam. 
 
 It is mud that unites ; but the sand is 
 free ay, every grain is free, 
 
 And the freedom of individual men is 
 the highest of liberty. 
 
 It is mud that coheres ; but the sand is 
 free, till the lightning smite the 
 shore, 
 
 And smelt the grains to a crystal mass, 
 to return to sand no more. 
 
52 
 
 THE DEMOX OF MODERX PROGRESS. 
 
 Out of Feudalism has come a new 
 monster, even more terrible, more self 
 ish, more insatiable, and more powerful. 
 Its eyes are science, its limbs and claws 
 are brass and steel, and its life is steam 
 and electricity. Its name is Progress. Its 
 right arm is the organization of capital. 
 It has seized on the common people as 
 its prey, and they are powerless in its 
 grip. It makes laws, and declares that 
 they are just and eternal. It is trying 
 to make a new morality, in which itself 
 shall take the place of God. From this 
 the people can only be saved by great 
 hearts that feel for all the weak ones, 
 and cultured brains that think for them. 
 ****** 
 
 The millions are no longer still, like a 
 swamp, disorganized and divided by its 
 weeds and mud-banks . Time and knowl 
 edge have broken down many divisions; 
 the waters are beginning to unite like a 
 sea, forceful, fraternal; and like a sea 
 they are moving to the influences that 
 pass over them. 
 
 May the future send wise voices rising 
 to guide from unselfish hearts. The 
 struggle will end, as all natural contests 
 must end, in the triumph of mercy, 
 morality and freedom, for these are the 
 law of God. But its end may be in 
 definitely delayed for the want of wise 
 and good men to lead the masses. 
 
53 
 
 ORATOR. 
 
 There are dignity and power in his 
 hand if he be true to himself, which 
 consists in being true to his people. 
 Let no weak nerve draw him for an in 
 stant from their loving association. 
 Their virtues are his own; let him labor 
 to reduce their faults. The Anglo-Saxon 
 will accept him only when he has proved 
 his strength in the mass. . . Negro 
 strength is in negro unity ; and it must 
 so continue till the crust of white pride, 
 prejudice, and ignorance is broken, torn 
 off, and trampled into dust forever. 
 Then, and not till then, Clement Gar- 
 nett Morgan can be a cosmopolitan. 
 Until then he must be a faithful, for 
 bearing, helpful, and self-respecting 
 negro. 
 
 A WHITE ROSE. 
 
 The red rose whispers of passion, 
 
 And the white rose breathes of love ; 
 
 Oh, the red rose is a falcon, 
 And the white rose is a dove. 
 
 But I send you a cream- white rose-bud 
 With a flush on its petal tips ; 
 
 For the love that is purest and sweetest 
 Has a kiss of desire on the lips. 
 
54: 
 
 THE BANYAN TREE OF EVIL. 
 
 The tree of evil is a banyan its 
 roots drop from above ; its blood is not 
 drawn directly from the soil, but pours 
 from the heart of the main stem, which 
 you think healthy. Its diseased 
 branches ramify through the admirable 
 limbs, and cannot be separated with a 
 knife. ... I have followed the 
 main root of the criminal plant till I 
 found it disappear beneath the throne ; 
 and its lateral issues run through and 
 under the titled and hereditary circles 
 that ring the monarch. 
 
 LIVE IN TO-DAY. 
 
 0, the rare spring flowers ! take them as 
 
 they come : 
 Do not wait for summer buds they 
 
 may never bloom. 
 Every sweet to-day sends, we are wise 
 
 to save ; 
 Roses bloom for pulling; the path is to 
 
 the grave. 
 
 THE SCAR THAT IS A STAR. 
 
 The highest honor that a man can 
 bear in life or death is the scar of a 
 chain borne in a good cause. 
 
55 
 
 IRELAND FOR ALL MEN S FREEDOM. 
 
 " Bride of the Sea ! may the world 
 
 know your laughter 
 As well as it knows your tears ! 
 
 As your past was for Freedom, so be 
 
 your hereafter : 
 And through all your coming years 
 
 May no weak race be wronged, and no 
 strong robber feared ; 
 
 To oppressors grow hateful, to slaves 
 more endeared ; 
 
 Till the world comes to know that the 
 test of a cause 
 
 Is the hatred of tyrants, and Erin s ap 
 plause ! " 
 
 LIFE AND LOVE. 
 
 The meteor-stone is dense and dark in 
 
 space, 
 But bursts in flame when through the 
 
 air it rushes ; 
 
 And our dull life is like an aerolite 
 That leaps to fire within the sphere of 
 
 love. 
 
 SHAM BRAVERY. 
 
 Applause the bold man wins, respect the 
 
 grave ; 
 Some, only being not modest, think 
 
 they re brave. 
 
56 
 
 THE NEGRO AND POLITICAL PARTIES. 
 
 If I were a colored man I should use 
 parties as I would a club to break 
 down prejudices against my people. I 
 shouldn t talk about being true to any 
 party, except so far as that party was 
 true to me. Parties care nothing for 
 you only to use you. You should use 
 parties ; the highest party you have in 
 this country is your own manhood. 
 That is the thing in danger from all 
 parties ; that is the thing that every 
 colored American is bound in his duty 
 to himself and his children to defend 
 and protect. 
 
 AUSTRALIA. 
 
 Nation of sun and sin, 
 Thy flowers and crimes are red, 
 And thy heart is sore within 
 While the glory crowns thy head. 
 Land of the songless birds, 
 What was thine ancient crime, 
 Burning through lapse of time 
 Like a prophet s cursing words ? 
 
 Aloes and myrrh and tears 
 Mix in thy bitter wine: 
 Drink, while the cup is thine, 
 Drink, for the draught is sign 
 Of thy reign in the coming years. 
 
57 
 
 BOSTON. 
 
 Boston is a great city, because any 
 day you can meet great men on its 
 streets. They belong to the town; 
 everybody knows them, young and old. 
 When they pass, the people look at 
 them with pleasure, as at something 
 noble and famous which is nearer to 
 them than to outsiders. By their con 
 stant presence it has come to pass that 
 Boston is accustomed to great reputa 
 tions. Who that could meet on their 
 own familiar streets world-famous men 
 like Emerson, Longfellow, Whittier, 
 Holmes, Lowell, Whipple, could resist 
 the desire to know ivhy they were 
 famous ? And this is why Boston men, 
 women and children have read higher 
 books and can judge them better than 
 the people of any other American city 
 if not of any city in the world, since 
 that glorious time in Florence when 
 could be seen such men as Donatello, 
 Verrochio, Lorenzo de Medici, Leonardo 
 da Vinci, Machiavelli, Savonarola, 
 Michael Angelo and Raphael . Marvel 
 lous time ! A living university in the 
 streets ! A people attuned to the most 
 exalted notes by a comprehension of 
 their own illustrious men ! 
 
58 
 
 LOVE ANCHORED. 
 
 Those we love truly never die, 
 Though year by year the sad memorial 
 
 wreath, 
 A ring and flowers, types of life and 
 
 death, 
 Are laid upon their graves. 
 
 For death the pure life saves, 
 And life all pure is love : and love can 
 
 reach 
 From heaven to earth, and nobler lessons 
 
 teach 
 Than those by mortals read. 
 
 Well blest is he who has a dear one 
 
 dead; 
 A friend he has whose face will never 
 
 change 
 A dear communion that will not grow 
 
 strange ; 
 The anchor of a love is death. 
 
 BEYOND THE GRASP OF DEATH. 
 
 There is no contest ultimate not 
 even that awful one when we are called 
 on to strip and wrestle with Death. 
 Even then, though the trial be fore 
 doomed, the prize is not ultimate. Death 
 cannot carry away everything from the 
 man he has thrown. The prize, indeed, 
 is precious, for he hangs the life of a 
 man on his awful breast. But behind 
 
59 
 
 the passage of the victor lives on the 
 faithful labor of the dead man, and 
 the truth, the kindness, the public 
 spirit, the noble example, and the good 
 name. These remain as a blessing and 
 a pride, even when the dear hand of the 
 priest closes the eyes, and his prayer 
 ascends over the senseless clay. 
 
 AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY. 
 
 He ruled no serfs, and he knew no 
 pride ; 
 
 He was one with the workers side by 
 side; 
 
 He hated a mill, and a mine, and a 
 town, 
 
 With their fever of misery, struggle, re 
 nown ; 
 
 He could never believe but a man was 
 made 
 
 For a nobler end than the glory of 
 trade. 
 
 For the youth he mourned with an end 
 less pity 
 
 Who were cast like snow on the streets 
 of the city. 
 
 He was weak, maybe; but he lost no 
 friend ; 
 
 Who loved him once, loved on to the 
 
 end. 
 
 He mourned all selfish and shrewd en 
 deavor ; 
 
 But he never injured a weak one 
 never. 
 
60 
 
 When censure was passed, he was 
 
 kindly dumb ; 
 He was never so wise but a fault would 
 
 come ; 
 He was never so old that he failed to 
 
 enjoy 
 The games and the dreams he had loved 
 
 when a boy. 
 He erred, and was sorry ; but never 
 
 drew 
 A trusting heart from the pure and 
 
 true. 
 When friends look back from the years 
 
 to be, 
 God grant they may say such things of 
 
 me. 
 
 J. G. Cvpples, Boston, U. # A. 
 
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