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 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page. 
 
 Taia, of Thebks 
 Thothmes, of Kaknak 
 Xan-tze, of Xt;AN-KiN(; 
 
 CH0M-SIN,0F KiN-VLEN 
 
 Calyce, OF Athens 
 
 TyRT^US, OF CORrNTH 
 
 Claudia, of Rome 
 Vespasian, of Rome 
 Hadasseh, of Tiberius 
 Gamaliel, of Jekusalem 
 
 GwEXCH'LAN, of SoiSSONS 
 
 Friedmunda, of Chalons 
 Ranghilda, of Lunde 
 Sigurd, of Jomsburg 
 Zahra, of Bagdad 
 Abulcasen, of Damascus 
 Lippo, OF Florence 
 
 GUISTINA, OF FeRRARA . 
 
 Gideon, OF Tavistock 
 Audrey, of York 
 Gabrielle, of Toulon 
 Andre, of Paris 
 Jonathan, of 1'oston 
 Dorothy, ov Piiiladki.i'hia 
 
 1500 B. C. 
 1500 B. C. 
 800 H. C. 
 800 B. C. 
 400 B. C. 
 400 B. C. 
 50 B. C. 
 44 E. C. 
 A. D. 90 
 A. D. 70 
 A. D. 475 
 A. D. 475 
 A. D. 850 
 A. D. 850 
 A. I). II 50 
 A. D. I 150 
 A. D. 1434 
 A. D. 1434 
 A. D. 1644 
 A. D. 1644 
 A I). 1720 
 A. D. 1720 
 A. D. 1S13 
 A. D. 181 2 
 
 II 
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 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 Taia, of Thebes 
 Thothmes, of Karnak 
 Nan-tze, of Ngan-king 
 Chom-sin, of Ki\-YrE\ 
 Calyce, of Athens 
 Tyrtz-eus, of Corinth 
 Claudia, of Rome 
 Vesi'asian, of Rome 
 Hadasseh, of Tiberius 
 Gamaliel, of Jerusalem 
 Gwench'lan, of Soissons 
 Friedmunda, of Chalons 
 Ranghilda, of Lunde 
 Sigurd, of Jomsburg 
 Zahra, of Bagdad 
 Abulcasen, of Damascus 
 l,ipi'o, of Florence 
 GuisrrNA, of Ferrara 
 Gideon, of Tavistock 
 Audrey, OF York 
 Gabrielle, of Toulon 
 Andre, of Paris 
 Jonathan, of Boston 
 Dorothy, of Philadelphia 
 
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 YOUTH IN TWELVE CENTURIES
 
 TAIA, OF THEBES. 
 
 1500 B. C. 
 
 Under the temple's shadow 
 
 Within her palace gates, 
 The golden snood of the virgin 
 
 Binding her thick black hair. 
 Calling her silken litter, 
 
 Taia the Theban waits ; 
 While hymning of priest and maiden 
 
 Soars through the quiet air, 
 Rising to Isis, the Giver, 
 As they march to the Sacred River. 
 
 Soon with the long train moving 
 
 Over the waiting lands, 
 Through waving tufts of palm-trees 
 
 Cooling the springs below, 
 Where the shade of the Sphinx falls grateful 
 
 Over the burning sands, 
 To their pagans of joy will be added 
 
 Her accents sweet and low ; 
 Rising to Isis, the Giver, 
 As they march to the Sacred River. 
 
 II
 
 THOTHMES, OF KARNAK. 
 
 1500 B. C. 
 
 Bring forth the chariot, Strabo, 
 
 And deck the steeds with pride ; 
 To-day amid my father's train 
 
 In princely garb I ride ! 
 No more for me our boyish games 
 
 Or comrades' jocund call, 
 No more with fleet foot in the race 
 
 To chase the flying ball — 
 Who once puts youth's bright garments on, 
 
 Lays childhood's joy aside. 
 
 Now for the clash of shield and lance, 
 
 The shock of legions hurled 
 On gory fields, till victory rests 
 
 With standard fair unfurled ! 
 Thou dread Osiris ! who doth watch 
 
 Above the deeds of men, 
 Inspire my soul and nerve mine arm 
 
 Till in me lives again 
 The spirit that raised P2gypt up 
 
 As Mistress of the World. 
 
 12
 
 TAIA, OF THEBES.
 
 THUTIIMKS, OF KAkXAK.
 
 NAX-'JZK, Ol" XGAX-KIXG. 
 
 800 I!. C. 
 
 To wander in the gloaniinu^ 
 
 B}- the Yangtse's yellow sands 
 To fret the shining j^lumage 
 
 Of my pheasant's golden wing. 
 To hear the bittern croaking 
 
 Across the marsh}- lands, 
 Or mid the banyan shadows 
 
 To hear the bulbul sing. 
 
 — What else is left to fill 
 
 A maiden's heart and hands ? 
 
 Roses of love and j^leasure 
 
 My brother's coming greet ; 
 Glad toi- his hand's strong clasiMn<r 
 
 The warrior's glorv waits. 
 Over his fortunate jxathwav 
 
 The sun shines fair and sweet, 
 Joy of the future beckons 
 
 And opes her welcoming gates, 
 
 — What ]^ath but sorrow lies 
 Before a maiden's feet ? 
 
 '7
 
 CHOM-SIN, OF KIN-YUKN. 
 
 cSoo r.. c. 
 
 Little I care for the glamour 
 
 y\iKl fame of princely deeds ! 
 Little 1 care for the glory 
 
 And tinsel of soldiers' joys ! 
 Rather I'd chase the ball 
 
 With the noisy chattering boys ; 
 Or measure my gaudy treasures 
 
 Of pipes and kites and toys, 
 Lying in golden sunshine 
 
 On mats of rushes and reeds ! 
 
 Plague on the ruby button 
 
 And peacock feathers of state ! 
 — When murderous hordes of the Mongols 
 
 P^rom over the mountains come, 
 Striking with barbarous strength 
 
 In fury savage and dumb, 
 Let others go forth to meet them 
 
 With spear and dagger and drum, 
 I'd rather look out on the battle 
 From behind the sheltering gate ! 
 18
 
 NAN-TZK, OK NGAN-KINC
 
 CHOM-SIN, OK KIN-VUEN.
 
 CALVCE, OF ATHENS. 
 
 400 I!. C. 
 
 Under the marble arch 
 
 Of the inner court remote, 
 Harking" the peaHng music 
 
 That rings in the jo_y-bells' note, 
 While in the street without, 
 
 And the thronging market-places, 
 They welcome the crowned lord, 
 
 Victor of games and races, 
 With surging- thunders of sound 
 
 And clamor of hoarse glad throat, 
 
 — What is it all to me, 
 
 Barred from life's tumult sweet, 
 Hearing but echoes of all 
 
 That passes in hall or street ; 
 Ah ! but for one swift glance 
 
 Where his glorious path rejoices 
 Through arches triumphant of palm 
 
 And jubilant greeting of \-oices ! 
 To drop one red, red rose 
 
 To be crushed by his conquering feet ! 
 23
 
 TVRT/EUS, 01^' CORINTH. 
 
 400 I!. C. 
 (OiiLsii/c- till- Sacred Gro7\: oj Jiipittr.) 
 
 C) DAY beloved of gods and ineii, 
 
 In happy omen rise ! 
 Smoke on the altar-stone of Zeus, 
 
 () joyous sacrifice ! 
 For now within the Sacred (irovc 
 
 The chanting priests proclaim 
 The opening of those lofty rites, 
 
 Whose end shall give to fame 
 Another liero, and to Greece 
 
 One more immortal name ! 
 
 See how the thronging athletes press 
 
 The fair 01)'mpian meads ; 
 Boeotian wrestlers ; and the straight 
 
 Swift race that Sparta breeds ; 
 Strong charioteers of Thessal) ; 
 
 And Thracian spearsmen bra\e ; 
 — Ah ! if but once mine ardent foot 
 
 Might press the stadium's pave 
 What higher gift of gods or men 
 
 Could hope or glory crave ! 
 24
 
 CAI.VCE, OF ATHENS.
 
 TYK'ITEUS, OK CORINTH.
 
 CLAUDIA, OF ROME. 
 
 50 n. c. 
 
 DAWN of the gods beloved 
 How rarely thy coming thrills — 
 
 To-dav we u"o to the villa 
 
 On the crest of the Alban Hills! 
 Freely I change for its freedom 
 
 The splendor of court and hall, 
 The splash of the marble fountain, 
 
 The glow of the pictured wall, 
 The mirrors of shining silver — 
 
 Gladly I leave them all. 
 
 1 tire of the glittering sameness 
 That marks the splendid town 1 
 
 But there, through golden \-ine}-ar(ls, 
 
 h'air cascades sparkle down. 
 Branches of cyjircss and olixe 
 
 Tangle the sunshine still, 
 The wood-do\'es coo iii the branches, 
 
 And sweet leaves dance at will 
 To the hvmn of the Vestal X'irgins 
 
 On the beautiful Alban Hill. 
 
 2(j
 
 VESPASIAN, OF ROME. 
 44 15. c. 
 
 " Come forth ! Come fortli ! my Titus," 
 
 The young Vespasian calls : 
 *' Nor rest, nor sleep, have place to-night 
 
 Within the city's walls ; 
 The gates are choked with crowding, 
 
 The air is rent with cries, 
 A thousand torches' flaming light 
 
 Defy the gloomy skies 
 AMiere the great Consul, done to death 
 
 By J^rutus' dagger, lies ! 
 
 " Drop from your hand the unrolled chart, 
 
 And fling the stylus by ; 
 What are such teachings worth to us 
 
 When such a man could die ! 
 More than all fame their lore can bring, 
 
 Give me to say instead 
 — What time the thin white frosts of age 
 
 Shall rest upon my head — 
 ' A boy, in Rome, mine eyes once looked 
 
 Upon our C?esar — dead ! ' "
 
 CLAUDIA, OF ROME.
 
 VKSPASIAN, OF RUxME.
 
 HADASSEH, OF TIBERIAS. 
 
 A. n. 90. 
 
 Come to the house-top, Rachel ! 
 
 The waning day droops low ; 
 W^rap round thy braids the Tyrian scarf, 
 
 For cool the ni<;ht winds blow ; 
 And bring thy light stringed nebel 
 
 To aid the sad sweet song 
 That sings in every Jewish heart 
 
 Its tale of grief and wrong — 
 While o'er the lake Gennesareth 
 The red sun sinks to meet its death ! 
 
 Bid from the inner terrace 
 
 Amrah, the bond-maid, bring 
 Fresh wheatcn cakes and honey. 
 
 Clear water from the spring ; 
 Here we will take our evening meal, 
 
 And rest, till floating by 
 The pale moon sails her magic boat 
 
 Across the deep blue sky. 
 And in the lake Gennesareth 
 The red sun sinks to meet its death !
 
 GAMALiia., oi- ji:risaiJ':m. 
 
 A. n. 70. 
 
 O VKRUSiiALAiM the Holy! 
 
 The crown of thy peace is fled ! 
 Under the yoke of the spoiler 
 
 The pride of thy hfe hath sped ! 
 Low are the climbing arches 
 
 Of thy Temple wondrous fair, 
 Like a sheaf of silver fountains 
 
 That rose through the sunlit air, 
 And under the wreck of its glory 
 
 The priests of thy faith lie dead ! 
 
 From the place of our power and gladness, 
 
 Whither we go who knows ? 
 From halls of our fathers to bondage ; 
 
 From arms of our mothers to blows ; 
 To chains and thirst and hunger ; 
 
 To toil on the strangers' shore ; 
 To serve at the Roman's table ; 
 
 To bend at the Roman's oar — 
 Jehovah ! Thou God of the Mighty ! 
 
 Remember thy people's woes ! 
 7.6
 
 HADASSEH, OF TIliKRIAS.
 
 GAMALIEL, OK J ICkUSALKM.
 
 GWENCH'LAN, OF SOISSONS. 
 
 A. I). 475. 
 
 Trained for the chase and the foray; 
 
 Fearless in danger and woe ; 
 Eager for strife and for glory ; 
 
 Cruel to sla\"e and to foe ; 
 Light is his foot in the dance 
 
 When cymbal and harp-notes call, 
 But swift from his hand in battle 
 
 The rain of the spear-points fall — 
 Hoch ! for the son of Chararic ! 
 
 Hoch ! for Gwench'lan the Gaul ! 
 
 Eyes of the hawk look forth 
 
 From under his martial crest ; 
 Steel is his sinewy arm ; 
 
 Fire is the heart in his breast ; 
 Hither the silver armilla, 
 
 And hither the chain of gold, 
 For young is the boy in years, 
 
 But valor hath made him old — 
 Hoch ! for the son of Chararic ! 
 
 Hoch ! for (i wench 'Ian the Bold ! 
 41
 
 FRl EDMUND A, OF CHALONS. 
 
 A. U. 475. 
 
 Llantildis ! Llantiklis ! 
 
 Now wherefore dreaming there, 
 While onward to the Field of Mars 
 
 Press Jarl and Prince and P'rere ! 
 Doth our dull life so many strands 
 
 Of joy and brightness hide 
 Thou canst forego so brave a sight 
 
 As when the warriors ride, 
 At joust and tournay playing, 
 
 To silver trumpets braying ! 
 
 Nay ! never heed thy tresses ; 
 
 The braids are smooth and bright ; 
 Snatch thy long mantle from the bench 
 
 And set thy veil aright ; 
 Nor care to-day if in the web 
 
 No single stitch is set. 
 Nor if against the cage's bars 
 
 Thv i)et birds moan and fret, 
 — V)\\1 haste where sword-stnjkes flashing, 
 
 Beat time on bronze shields clashing! 
 42
 
 GWKXCH'i.AN, UK SOISSUNS.
 
 IKIKDMUNUA, OK CHALONS.
 
 RANGHILDA, OF LUNDE. 
 
 A. D. 850. 
 
 Look at my bracelets, Gudrun, 
 
 Heavy with gold and pearl, 
 Snatched from the dead white arm 
 
 Of a timid Danish girl ! 
 And liere be necklets of silver 
 
 And tunics of silken sheen, 
 Torn from the regal treasure 
 
 Of some pallid Eastern queen, 
 And brought from red fields of slaughter 
 To the feet of the Sea King's daughter ! 
 
 Cover the floor with rushes. 
 
 Kindle the fires in the hall. 
 Hide with the broidered arras 
 
 The beams of the smoke-stained wall ; 
 Freyga ! Mother of Heroes ! 
 
 Thanks for th}- bounteous hand, 
 That wins for us si)oil and glor)' 
 
 On the shore of the stranger's land, 
 And brings from the blood-stained water 
 New joy for the Sea King's daughter ! 
 
 47
 
 SIGURD, OF JOMSHURG. 
 
 A. n. 850. 
 
 Down through tlic Dronthcim fiord 
 
 Sail the ships lightly, 
 On their decks shield and sword 
 
 Shine, gleam brightly, 
 \Mking and hero stand. 
 
 Armor on shoulder, 
 Stern eyes and stature grand 
 
 Awe the beholder — 
 How doth my heart beat high, 
 With them to fight or die ! 
 
 When flows the mead at night 
 
 And scalds are singing 
 Deeds of the Norseman's might 
 
 To harp-strings ringing, 
 II" in the song of fame. 
 
 Of good blows telling, 
 I could but hear my name 
 
 In wild shouts swelling — 
 
 'rh(M- ! for that moment high, 
 
 Glad at thv feet I'd die ! 
 
 48
 
 KANC.HILDA, OF LUNDK.
 
 SIGURD. OK JOMSBURG.
 
 ZAHRA, OI' BAGDAD. 
 
 A. I). I I 50. 
 
 Now who hath seen my Zahra ? 
 
 Too long hath she been roaming, 
 And dancing" to the castanets 
 
 Beneath the date tree's shade : 
 Here waits the empty water-jar 
 
 And soon will fall the gloaming — 
 But who can put a woman's head 
 
 On shoulders of a maid, 
 Or teach that life's true measure, 
 Is Duty first — then Pleasure! 
 
 Oh daughter, little daughter ! 
 
 Here lies the wheat for kneading, 
 And there thine idle shuttle 
 
 Rests empty b)' the loom ; 
 O who hath seen my Zahra 
 
 Or whither is she speeding ? 
 Alas ! 'tis hard to look for fruit 
 
 WHien youth is all abloom, 
 Or teach that life's best measure, 
 Is Duty first -then Pleasure I
 
 ABULCASEN, OF DAMASCUS. 
 
 A. D. I I 50. 
 
 Fleet foot of the desert ! 
 
 Thou steed of my pride ! 
 'Tis the voice of thy master 
 
 That calls to his side ! 
 With the star of the prophet 
 
 Set fair on thy brow, 
 And thy swift step as lii;"ht 
 
 As the bird on the bough, 
 Like the flight of an arrow 
 
 Afar let us ride. 
 
 The crescent grows dim 
 
 As the cross waxeth bright, 
 The sun of our people 
 
 Is sinking in night ; 
 Still, still, as we bound 
 
 O'er the sand of the plain, 
 My steel at my side 
 
 And my hand on thy rein, 
 I find the lost glory ! 
 
 I feel the old might ! 
 
 54
 
 ZAHRA, OF BA(;DAD.
 
 AliULCASEN, OK DAMASCUS.
 
 LIPPO, OF PI.ORKXCE. 
 A. I). 1434. 
 
 Blue is the wonderful sky 
 
 Of P'irenze, the fairest of cities. 
 
 Clamor of voices and bells 
 
 Rings through the jubilant air, 
 
 Banners are hung on the walls, 
 Poets are singing their ditties. 
 
 While Cosmo the Medici rides 
 With his retinue, lordly and fair, 
 Through welcoming shouts of the square 
 
 And out to the farthest gates 
 
 Surge laughter and music blended, 
 And into the darkest lane 
 
 Creeps something of sunshine and glee; 
 Nay ! let them talk as they will 
 
 Of times and of men more splendid. 
 Never were days of the world 
 
 More wondrous than those I see. 
 
 With their promise of glory for me ! 
 
 59
 
 GUISTINA, OF FERRARA. 
 
 A. D. 1434. 
 
 Here in the convent garden, 
 
 With pencil and with books. 
 I commune with the glory 
 
 And the souls of other times ; 
 I read delight and beauty 
 
 In nature's loving looks, 
 And weave my maiden fancies 
 
 Across my poet's rhymes — 
 Here in the convent garden 
 
 With pencil and with books. 
 
 And if sometimes like summer clouds 
 
 Across a summer sky, 
 Vague longings, — swift as shadows, 
 
 Across the sunshine- — cree]i, 
 To join the laughing maidens 
 
 Who carol dancing by, 
 As on the bright campagna 
 
 They watch the browsing sheep — 
 'Tis but a passing summer cloud 
 
 Below a summer sky ! 
 
 60
 
 LIPPO, OF FLORENCE.
 
 i;ri> II \.\. ( )[■• KKKRAkA.
 
 GIDEON, OF TAVISTOCK. 
 
 A. D. 1644. 
 
 A PLAGUE take all this foolin<^ 
 Of musty books and schooling, 
 'Tis well enough for coward folk 
 
 Whose blood is pale and ]K)or ! 
 And out on all their preaching 
 Of learning and of teaching ! 
 'Tis honor lifts the gentleman 
 
 Above the paltry boor — 
 Red honor, snatched from fields of blood, 
 
 Like this of Marston Moor ! 
 
 Full well my tongue rehearses 
 Brave Greek and Latin verses, 
 But glad I'd put sucli prating by 
 
 If thus I might secure 
 To be but three years older, 
 To stand with gun on shoulder, 
 And strike for holy England's right 
 
 One good blow strong and sure 
 Beside my sire, on such a field 
 
 As this of Marston Moor ! 
 
 ^•5
 
 AUDREY, OF YORK. 
 
 A. 1). 1644. 
 
 Swift with the dexterous needle, 
 
 Slow with the clumsy pen, 
 Poor in the knowledge of books, 
 
 But rich in the knowledge of men ; 
 Learned in housewife lore, 
 
 Skilled as nurse and as leech, 
 Pure and sweet in the soul, 
 
 Strong and true in the speech — 
 Many a Master of Arts 
 
 Could Audrey the Puritan teach. 
 
 Wholesome in person and taste. 
 
 Prudent and formal and kind, 
 Swift of temper and wit, 
 
 Slow of fancy and mind, 
 I^fty and proud with the rich, 
 
 Humble and fond witli the low. 
 Loving and leal to the friend. 
 
 Haughty and fierce to the foe — 
 Blessed and fair is the land 
 
 Where maidens like Audrey shall grow. 
 6G
 
 GIDEON, OF TAVISTOCK.
 
 AUURliV, OF YORK.
 
 GABRIELLK, OF TOULON. 
 
 A. D. 1720. 
 
 O THE court of the king ! 
 Only to tread in its measures, 
 Only to join in its pleasures, 
 Feel its bris;-ht witchery round me, 
 
 Take what its riches can give ! 
 Here may be lov^e true and tender, 
 l^ut the dull weight of this splendor 
 Hangs like a fetter about me ; 
 
 There at the court one could live ! 
 
 Fleet!}' my fancy takes wing ! 
 Here is but dullness and duty ; 
 There is the glamour of beauty. 
 Here is but sameness and longing. 
 
 There all that gladness can bring. 
 Here drag the wearisome hours ; 
 There dance the days through the flowers- 
 O but to breathe of their fragrance 
 
 At the beautiful court of the king ! 
 
 7^
 
 ANDRE, OV I'ARIS. 
 
 A. 1). 1720. 
 
 To-^A^■ we ride to the hawking, 
 
 In tlie forest of Fontaineblcau, 
 1 at the king's right hand 
 
 With his hooded l)ird on ni)- fist, 
 And the train of Ladies and Lords 
 
 On palfreys curxcting slow, 
 Or bounding through hedgerow and field 
 
 Whither their fancies list. 
 And falcons with silver bells 
 
 Leashed at pommel and wrist. 
 
 And the hollowed-eyed, hungry canaille 
 
 Will gather to see us jxiss ; 
 Little we care for their silence 
 
 And less for their mutterinLr cries — 
 While the ladies' silken gowns 
 
 Will brush the dew from the grass, 
 As they listen to sonnet and song 
 
 In praise of their lips and their eyes, 
 And the murmur of joy re[)eats 
 
 The laugh of the summer skies. 
 72
 
 GABRIELLE, OF TOULON.
 
 ANIJRK, OK PARIS.
 
 JONATHAN. :)F HOSION. 
 
 A. 1). I813. 
 
 And so tlu- Shannon in battle 
 
 Has taken the Chesapeake, 
 With Lawrence her brave commander 
 
 Mortallv hurt in tlie fii;ht ! 
 Well, let them joy in their spoil ; 
 
 Poor are our jieople and weak, 
 But poorer and weaker befoi'e. 
 
 We forced them to yield us our ri<;ht, 
 And the soul of a nation is stronger 
 
 I'han armoi- or sinew of mii;-ht ! 
 
 Often my Cjran"ther has told 
 
 The tale of the olden time. 
 'I'he stai-xing- at Valle\- Forge, 
 
 'I"he battle-fields piled with slain, 
 The marching a-thirst and a-cold, 
 
 The story of deeds sublime ; 
 Let L^ngland forget, an' she will, 
 
 The record they wrote so jilain. 
 The land they bought with their blood 
 
 Shall nex'cr be liers again 1 
 
 77
 
 DOROTHY, OF PHILADELPHIA. 
 
 A. D. 1812. 
 
 Come hither, child, this minute, 
 And leave that jino-ling spinnet, 
 There's no such music in it 
 
 As these rumors stranij;e and new! 
 This talk of warlike nations. 
 And hostile declarations, 
 These calls for arms and rations — 
 
 Is there no part for you 
 But routs and balls, when P^-eedom calls 
 
 P\)r loyal hearts and true ? 
 
 Call Nancy as she j^aces 
 The minuet's slow i;Taces, 
 Bid Patty from her laces, 
 
 Her patches and her frills ; 
 We need the time they're spending 
 P^or making and for mending. 
 For knitting and for tending, 
 
 p^or ready hands and wills, 
 'Till Peace once more from shore to shore 
 
 ?vlakes glad our happy hills. 
 78
 
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