THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES &m iliuuir >haiirl hr Author PHILLIPS PRINTING Co., Los ANGELES PUBLISHERS of Hillcrest, near Delta, Ohio (Illustration) . . 10 Homestead on the Hill ................... 11 Ambition ............................... 13 The Dying Soldier ....................... 14 A Word and a Smile ..................... 17 On the Death of a Friend ................ .19 Broken Castles ......................... 20 Broken Castles (Illustration) ............. 21 Heart's Ease ............................ 22 Winchester ............................. 24 Bundle of Letters (Illustration) .......... 32 A Bundle of Letters ..................... 33 The Conflict ............................ 35 Island of Somewhere ..................... 36 Words Without Melody .................. 39 Friendship .............................. 41 Sentence Sermons ............ . . 42 PS i n a r rih r& JE a ifln Drar OJumpantnn JThrniujih anb U-hr Aulhnr 610511 COPYRIGHT 1 91 1 BY THE AUTHOR ifrart Qttinttgfita 11 0tt % Iftll I have left the dear, old homestead, In Ohio far away, And tonight sweet memories cluster Round me, in a bright array; As I rest from labors weary Toilers' rest is ever sweet Fancy lifts the veil that hides it, The dear, old home in its retreat. Sheltered on a sunny hillside, Where the shadows love to play Hide and seek with golden sunbeams, Through the livelong Summer day ; Where the wild birds make sweet music, As they sing among the trees That are gently rocked by zephyrs, Of the balmy Western breeze. 12 2t e a r t u, IT u u 4 h t Azure skies that smile above it, Form a sea of deepest blue, Where white-winged cloud ships Idly wander, ever changing, ever new, Till at last in sunset splendor, They have joined that bright array, Welcomed night-time and her glories And bade farewell to parting day. O, the odor of the roses ! Over all the flowers queen, The remembrance of thy sweetness Comes o'er me in a pleasant dream; And the pale moon smiles down softly On a scene of calm delight, Restful homestead, in thy beauty In the quiet Summer night I may wander far, far from thee, And the years may come and go, Ere I may again behold thee, Charming home in Ohio; But the memory of thy beauty Will my soul with rapture thrill, Longing to again behold thee Dear old homestead on the hill. li r a r t uMi u 9 M 13 Ambition The flower we think most beautiful Is the one beyond our reach, The fruit we deem most luscious Is the sweet high-hanging peach. If we set our heart on treasures We must struggle to attain When our hands reach out and grasp them, We've forgotten all our pain. 14 ifrart Shuughta thjitut A soldier lay dying alone, His life blood was ebbing fast ; A wistful look in his dim, blue eye, His hand o'er his heart was claspt. The battle was fought at sunset, A terrible rain of lead, And round him comrades are sleeping The calm sleep of the dead. He thinks of his home in the Northland, Of loved ones waiting there, And as these thoughts come o'er him, He breathes their names in prayer. $i>art OUjnnglM* 15 In the prayer his mother taught him In childhood's sunny hour; Asking of God to ever guard And keep them by His power. The stars come out in their glory, The moon smiles on serene, But the soldier boy has pitched his tent In the land of the Great Unseen. He has given his life for his country, A debt she can ne'er repay; And silently crossed the River of Death To await the Judgment Day. Ifi 2j r a r t h n it g h t No more will reville arouse him, He'll answer no longer to taps ; The colors he struggled so bravely to bear His mouldering form now enwraps. From the green grassy slope of the hillside, From the sweet-scented flowery dell, We bring blossoms to cover our heroes, The brave boys who gallantly fell. par t GI ha it ii hlu IT A Utefc attft a A kind word and a smile, Will be worth our while To give, as we pass along ; For who knows but we may Brighten the day, For someone in life's busy throng. ith !*,'.{ "If*. In walking the street, With hurrying feet To work, each morning and night; We hear many a sigh, See the tear-dimmed eye, Of those that know not the light IB Ij * a r t 3>hniight0 The light of a smile, 'Tis greater by far Than the light of a twinkling star; For the star fades away At the breaking of day, But the smile is remembered for aye. Like the song of a bird The sweetest ere heard A kind word has power to charm ; Helps drive away care, Oft saves from despair, A life of evil and harm. Then scatter the seeds Of kind, loving deeds, Like roses our pathway along; Each life that we brighten, Each burden we lighten, Is a musical note in our own life's song. it r a r t iH h a u IT 1 a leafy nf a The silver cord is broken, And a soul has winged its flight From earth and its fleeting pleasures, Into Eternity's light; Piercing with eyes immortal, The veil that lies between The shadows of the earth life, And the joys of the Great Unseen. Peacefully waiting and watching, A turbulent soul at rest, In the hands of the Lord and Master Who knoweth all things best. 20 2? p a r t Why are the castles broken, That we builded with loving care? The foundation, Love's sweet token Should the storms of Adversity bear. But Fate, the destroyer of human hearts, Caused an adverse wind to blow, And our fairy castle with its beautiful parts, Lay buried in ruins below. Build again in a different way, A structure more sublimely serene Standing against Time's lingering sway, With towers of lordly mien. Resting on Friendship's foundation alone, That was purchased with Smiles and Tears, Trusting the Future to atone For the errors of by gone years r a r t S h u it ^ t 21 BROKEN CASTLES 22 ^ r a r t li n it 9 h t u Yesterday I heard my heart say, As twilight gathered 'round, Shutting out the light of day And toil's ceaseless grind and sound. No longer will I murmur, in sorrow 'Gainst the strife, But at the dawn of each tomorrow Take up the burdens of life And bear them upward, onward. Toward the everlasting goal, Where weary, earthly travelers Find surcease for the soul. ijrart OFiranglftB 23 Ah, heart of mine, 'twere well, In the shades of yesternight Those wonderful promises to foretell, Before the morning's light; But after a night of calm, sweet rest, When you've conquered mind and will, You awake on the morrow to meet the test, With the same, old murmurings still. 'Twill ever be the same, tired heart, The struggle, the gain, the loss Are the lessons of life taught part by part, Forgot at the foot of the Cross. 24 1 r a r t ( h n it g It t Summers and Winters have passed away, Eyes grown dim and locks grown gray, Since we answered the bugle call Sprang to arms, in line to fall Ready to march to Winchester town, Tramping, tramping, marching down To drive Jackson far away Back to the hills, that fair March day. Stonewall Jackson well does the name, Suit the man who with honors came Up from the beautiful valley below, Flushed with success which victories bestow; Brave and alert in every way, A leader beloved by men in Gray Following ever his stern command, Ready to die for their dear Southland. a r t S h u it g It 1 e 25 'Twas no mean foe that we faced that day, On the Southern hillslope far away, But a man whose keen and piercing eye Was ready the strongest host to defy; Behind, for miles the beautiful stream Had watched his saber flash and gleam, As his orders hurled off men in Blue, And he onward rushed into battles new. Ah, we very well knew as we rushed to obey, And prepared to meet this foe in Gray That came thundering down from the hills above, To strike once more for the land they loved, That many would fall in the battle grim, Some eyes then bright grow sad and dim, Hands would grope in the gathering night For some dear comrade, lost in the fight. 2fi ^ p a r t (t b n it g h t s Perhaps a mess-mate would wounded lie And hear the tramp of the men pass by, An officer writhe his life away, While fife and drum in the distance play; Death levels the rank and hand clasps hand, Two soldiers who fought for the far North land Of dear ones speak, with dying breath, Before they cross over the Border of Death. A picture old as old, old world, True as the blue of the flag unfurled Whose stars look forth on a beautiful land, A country united, strong to command ; Honor and strength forever secured By her sons who gallantly fought and en dured, That Freedom still perch on our banners gay, And we live a united, old U. S. A. if p a r t For as men of honor we had been taught, Our flag to defend, so dearly bought By the blood of patriots, martyrs and sages, Whose deeds of valor crown History's pages With the light of a sacrifice, that grows Brighter, as Time's Sea onward flows, And gathers unto itself the years That make up Eternity's hopes and fears. The bugle has sounded its clarion note, Like the trill in a wild bird's pulsing throat, Piercing the air with its sad, sweet thrill That echoes and dies o'er valley and hill ; Of Future and Past we cease to dream, As the dancing lights on our colors gleam As they float o'er columns marching away, "To do or to die" in the coming fray. 2B ^ r a r 1 51 h n it g h t a Leaving our camp fires burning bright, We hurry away in the gathering night, Led to the shifting battle-fields, By tender hearted General Shields ; Who at the front of his eager command, Marched over the beautiful valley land, To meet the shot and shell of the foe That brought our daring leader low. As Night now closed her mantle round, Shutting out the battle's sound, We forward crept in the sheltering gloom, To a wood as silent and dark as the tomb ; Where we stood at arms through the coming night, To be ready to strike in the mornings' light A blow, like that of a fiery dart, At the Rebel leader's fearless heart. a r t h n it 11 li t s 29 The morning sun o'er the hillside gleams, Dispelling the dark with its golden beams, When with hearts renewed we rush with might And hurl our strength in the final fight; 'Twas a day whose struggle we ne'er can forget, The horrors of conflict we seem to see yet, As with smoke-dimmed eye and bated breath We try to do our foe to the death. Now Forward, now Back, the armies are led, Shot tell with fury and shells burst o'er head, While nearer and nearer the enemies creep, The space that divides, we might span with a leap; Sometimes amid smoke and the blinding glare We are filled with horror, wild with despair, And in longing to flee away, to retreat We hearken the bugle's sound to repeat. 30 ^ p a r 1 h n u g h t s But Onward's the word! and victory we view Alight on our banner, as Jackson withdrew His weary soldiers away from our sight, And hastened away under cover of night; A Victory, yes, but its cost was dear, For ranks were thinned, and the falling tear Fails to replace in lost lives the light That went out that day, in the Winchester Fight. BUNDLE OF LETTERS. r a r t GI b n it 11 I? t a 33 A ItattM? of I've read your letters o'er, dear heart, It seems I cannot cease To read their pages, part by part, For to my soul comes peace ; And all the dreary, lonely days Since I have seen your face, Depart forever on their ways, As I feel your fond embrace. Dear letters ! through the blinding tears That I .cannot restrain, I see you dim with passing years, Your freshness flown, yet you remain As dear to me as when the hand That I no longer see, Penned the sweet words, at whose command The past comes back to me. r a r t 8lf08gl|t* When skies were blue as the deep, deep sea, With never a ripple to mar, When hearts were beating glad and free As pure as the far off star ; Each day a gladsome tomorrow, Each night a bright, golden theme, Before my life knew its sorrow Let me dream, let me dream ! Love letters ! dearer, more to my heart Than a treasure-house of gold! Your joys, your sorrows, will never depart Recalling sweet memories of old, Until Death comes softly stealing From out the shadow and gloom, For your messages appealing, Will go with me to the tomb. r a r t ; It <0ttflut Taps have sounded! Lights are out! No more you'll hear the victor's shout, The tent no longer on battle field gleams, Tenting tonight only in dreams. 36 iirari h u g h t r. 3Jluuh of To the beautiful island of Somewhere That lies off some Golden Shore, Let us take a journey hand in hand, To this far, distant fairy land. That smiles under skies forever blue Where half-forgotten dreams come true. Our good ship Fancy, will carry us o'er The billows of untried seas, And as we span the future years And float in the harbor of Smiles and Tears, We drift away from life's pain and care And explore the Island of dear Somewhere. Dreams of our childhood await us there, On Somewhere's sunny isle, And as we greet the old-time friends That to the scene enchantment lends, W^e cease to dwell in the land of Now And before the queen of Somewhere bow. IS r a r t Shougltta 37 Ah! what is this? we cry with delight As a beautiful castle we see A structure builded on Hopes and Fears, Numberless Smiles and a few shining Tears Palace of Love, whose builders they say Journeyed together to the Parting Way. With faces turned from Love's golden light They wended their unseen way, And the years that drifted them apart Healed the wounds of each broken heart. Healed? Ah, yes! but who can say, No scar remains to this very day? "When my ship comes in," we were won't to say In the sweet long, long ago, And now as we gaze with tearful eyes, Into the haven of Glad Surprise There rides in majesty supreme The treasure ship of our fondest dream. 38 frttrt Eh u it h i a The soft, kind winds of Good Fortune Had wafted her on the way, Gliding past Failure's reef and shoal, With years of drifting she reached the goal And now safely locked away from Despair, Awaits her pilot in the harbor there. A statesman with a noble air, Who will some day sit in the President's chair, Chariots bowling along on the green, Bearing a king and his gracious queen, Empires of Dreams that float in the air, Will sometime descend to loved Somewhere. O, the myths that dwell in this beautiful isle Under Memory's magical reign! In them we recall our fairest dreams Wrought out by the side of firelight gleams Creations of all that life holds most rare, That really exist in distant Somewhere. ifrart QJ h u u h t 39 Without (Just To Know You Love Me.) Just a picture of a girl you once knew, Just a mem'ry of a dear heart fond and true ; As you gaze in pictured eyes Filled with mild and soft surprise, How you long once more your love vows to renew. How your heart will throb with pain, Just to hear that sweet refrain, And recall the words she often said to you. Chorus Just to know you love me, That your heart is true As the stars above me, In the heavens blue; Life would be all sunshine, One sweet, happy song, Just to know you love me, My whole life long. 40 Start She's sleeping 'neath the daisies far away, And you look upon her picture day by day ; While the tear drops gently fall, And you're longing to recall All the love that you forever cast away For at last your heart knows best She was dearer than the rest, And you long once more to hear her sweet voice say: Chorus Just to know you love me, That your heart is true As the stars above me, In the heavens blue; Life would be all sunshine, One sweet, happy song, Just to know you love me, My whole life long. it r a r t uHju fy * 41 Friendship to the lonely heart Is like the fragrance of the rose, Although the flower may be forgot, With years the incense grows. 42 If r a r 1 a Ij a it g li t * Smiles and tears, like sunshine and rain, are necesary for the development of life. Lost opportunities are like precious jewels locked in the casket of Regret whose key is held in the unchanging Past. He who stoops from an exalted station to help the lowly, has elevated himself to a still higher plane of life. Pleasures of today often become regrets of tomorrow. Creeds and doctrines belong to the Dark Ages. Religion, pure and simple, is doing good with a heart full of love for humanity. To the sensitive soul there is no thing that wounds like that of Ingratitude's sting. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. Form L9-42?n-8,'49(B5573)444 R y f (\C\UTV f\* PS