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DEDICATION. 
 
 To her who was my pride in life, 
 My gentle, patient, loving wife, 
 Through the faithful years, — that long since 
 then have flown. 
 I dedicate these simple lays. 
 In fond remembrance of the days 
 When we lingered in love's blissful bower 
 alone. 
 
EDWARD P. O'LEARY 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES 
 
 SONGS AND POEMS 
 
 by 
 
 EDWARD P. O'LEARY 
 
 Including "THE TOTS BIRTHDAY PARTY" 
 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 Author of 
 
 "Fiddle and I" or "The Legend of The Violin," 
 
 and other Poems. 
 
 Songs of Love, 
 Words and Music. 
 
 Enigmas in 
 Prose and Rhyme 
 
 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 
 
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 Copyright 
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 EDWARD P. O'LEARY 
 
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WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 Go thou my little book and speak 
 O'er mountain, vale, and sea, 
 
 Repeat the stories o'er again 
 That I have told to thee. 
 
 Where e'er the humble cottars dwell 
 Or King, 'neath castled dome, 
 
 Go sing the songs I love so well 
 In high or lowly home. 
 
 Go little book and if you live — 
 
 Only for one brief day, 
 If to some one a smile you give, 
 
 'Twill all my work repay. 
 
 Go words of mine, I care not where, 
 
 If to some one you give 
 A word of Hope in timely need 
 
 That they may better live. 
 
 Thy humble name may ne'er be found 
 With those more versed in art, 
 
 Yet somewhere, one small song of thine 
 May cheer, some lonely heart. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 And if perchance in after years, 
 
 As time doth speed along, 
 If they forget the singer then 
 
 They'll not forget the song. 
 
 L 'Envoi 
 Book of mine, fulfill thy mission 
 
 'Neath lowering clouds, or skies of blue, 
 Falter not, go forth and conquer, 
 
 And fear no critic's false review. 
 
INDEX 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Dedication 3 
 
 Preface 5 
 
 To My Violin 11 
 
 To A Mocking Bird 12 
 
 Jim, A Boy's Story 14 
 
 California 17 
 
 "Where the Roses Never Fade 19 
 
 To the Six O'Connor Sisters 21 
 
 To Ada 22 
 
 To A Sleeping Child 23 
 
 To Anna 24 
 
 Smiles 26 
 
 The Mocking Bird 's Song 28 
 
 Sweetheart Mine 30 
 
 Baby Mine 31 
 
 My Name 32 
 
 Hope 34 
 
 "When Thou Art Near 35 
 
 The Six 'Connor Sisters 37 
 
 Southern California in "Winter 39 
 
 To Edna 41 
 
 To Mamie 43 
 
 To Esther 44 
 
 Home in California 45 
 
 The Heart 's Garden 46 
 
 To Ernest 48 
 
 Now 50 
 
 To Nellie 52 
 
 The Word 54 
 
 Give to the Living 56 
 
 Patrick Murphy's Store 57 
 
 The Tale of a Cat 59 
 
 A "Woman 's Plaint 61 
 
PAGE 
 
 Since She "Was Called Away 63 
 
 Tears 64 
 
 Better Than Gold QQ 
 
 When the Heart Grows Lone 68 
 
 To Nell in Heaven 70 
 
 Edward McBride 72 
 
 In Memoriam 73 
 
 Death 75 
 
 An Epitaph 76 
 
 Songs 
 
 California 79 
 
 I Love But You 81 
 
 In Lullaby Land 83 
 
 A Song of Love 85 
 
 Laurena 86 
 
 I Long for Thee 88 
 
 Isle of Beauty 90 
 
 The Flower of Lismore 92 
 
 Mother's Lullaby 94 
 
 Musing 96 
 
 Sing My Love 98 
 
 Marianna 100 
 
 Eileen Asthore 102 
 
 Where Kathleen Waits for Me 103 
 
 Dreamland Is Calling 105 
 
 Only a Baby's Shoe 107 
 
 Only a Withered Shamrock 109 
 
 Memories of Erin Ill 
 
THE TOT'S BIRTHDAY PARTY 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Introduction 115 
 
 I Want To Go Back 116 
 
 Uncle Ben 118 
 
 Grandma 's Girl 120 
 
 The Peddler Man 122 
 
 My Birthday 123 
 
 What Mamma Found 124 
 
 The Tale of a Whale 125 
 
 Aunt Maney 127 
 
 O'Donnell's Heir 128 
 
 Vera's Story 129 
 
 Teeny Weeny 130 
 
 The Tale of a Comet 132 
 
 The Mystic King 135 
 
 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL HYMNS 
 
 To Day 139 
 
 Christmas Day 140 
 
 Life Eternal 141 
 
 A Child's Prayer 142 
 
 A Morning Prayer 143 
 
 An Evening Prayer 144 
 
 My Solace 145 
 
 Hymn Lnve Divine 146 
 
 Give Praise to Him 147 
 
 O Blessed Name 149 
 
 Hymn to the Blessed Virgin 150 
 
 A Christmas Carol 151 
 
 A Prayer 152 
 
 My Prayer 153 
 
 Trust in Him 155 
 
 The Unspoken Prayer 157 
 
 Lord We Plead to Thee 158 
 
PAGE 
 
 O Sacred Heart (a prayer) 159 
 
 A Christmas Hymn 160 
 
 Love 161 
 
 Faith 162 
 
 Hymn to the Sacred Heart 163 
 
 Ave Maria 164 
 
 Our Lady, Queen of May 165 
 
 Hymn to the Blessed Virgin . . 166 
 
 Ave Maria 167 
 
 A Prayer to the Sacred Heart 168 
 
 A Passing Thought 16'J 
 
 Hope 170 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 11 
 
 TO MY VIOLIN. 
 
 Thou mystic thing of beauty, wealth and art, 
 What power of thought, and flight of years have gone 
 To fashion thee. What centuries have wrought 
 Thy resonant fibres! What fingers now in 
 Silent dust, did charm and sway the multitude 
 With thy melody. When touched by master 
 Hand, what tones divine come from thy hollow 
 Chamber. Sweet olden songs, and lingering 
 Memories of the vanished past thou canst 
 Unfold in soothing strains. As if from Heaven 
 Sent thou art, with angelic song, — the weary 
 Pilgrim here to cheer in hours of sorrow. 
 Treasure of great wealth than that of Kings, 
 Come to me from thy strings, — my violin. 
 
12 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 TO A MOCKING BIRD. 
 
 Beneath a palm tree's spreading shade 
 
 Entwined with ivy round 
 One day I rested from my toil 
 
 And from above a sound 
 Of charming notes entrancing clear, 
 
 The sweetest ever heard 
 From feathered songster, filled the glade 
 
 From that most joyous bird. 
 
 Who could utter or emulate 
 
 The sounds I heard that day? 
 In all their sweet fantasia form 
 
 No master hand could play. 
 E 'en with the sweet toned violin 
 
 'Twould be but imitation 
 Nor human voice that's e'er been heard 
 
 Thro' out the whole creation. 
 
 Hail! thou fair King of feathered song 
 
 Wherever thou dost fly 
 None other of the warbling tribe 
 
 Beneath the heaven's blue sky. 
 Can cheer the heart as thou fair bird 
 
 In accents sweet and clear, 
 Are loving thoughts, and words expressed 
 
 To those, — who can but hear. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 13 
 
 Thou singest when the morning star 
 
 Grows dim at rosy dawn 
 And still thy cheering trills are heard 
 
 When dewy eve comes on. 
 And when the evening vesper bell 
 
 Tolls forth the time of prayer, 
 And in the midnight silent hour, 
 
 Thy song floats through the air. 
 
 Thy sweet beguiling melodies 
 
 Are love songs all thine own. 
 Stirred by sweet human sympathy, 
 
 For feathered tribe alone. 
 Thou feelest every joy and smart, 
 
 That to bird land befall, 
 There is no song bird's note or trill, 
 
 That thou canst not recall. 
 
 Oh ! what a joyous life is thine, 
 
 Wherever thou dost stray 
 While musing neath that tree I thought 
 
 Could we, both night and day 
 Sing with the same sweet blithsome heart 
 
 As thou dost from on high, 
 Free from all earthly sinful snares, 
 
 Sweet warbler of the sky. 
 
14 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 JIM. 
 
 A Boy's Story 
 
 Only a dog, hungered and grim, 
 
 This the hero of my lay. 
 Homeless, but no one sheltered him, 
 
 As he strayed from day to day, 
 No scion of a Royal line 
 
 Just one of mongrel breed, 
 Only a common dog, — that's all, 
 
 With courage in time of need. 
 
 Only a dog, whose name is Jim 
 
 Now he is my trusty friend. 
 No hoarded gold can purchase him 
 
 While I journey to life's end, 
 "A friend in need is one indeed," 
 
 This once I found most true. 
 And now my story of a dog 
 
 I hope will interest you. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 15 
 
 I'll tell you how it came that Jim, 
 
 And I are "chums" today, 
 Crossing the street one day I fell 
 
 Right in the trolley way. 
 Swift came a car, around the curve 
 
 I could not move a limb. 
 So paralyzed I was with fear 
 
 When to the scene, — rushed Jim. 
 
 My mother could not hear my cries, 
 
 So far away was she, 
 Jim stood there with his flashing eyes, 
 
 Watching the car and me. 
 Nearer and nearer still it came 
 
 'Twas not ten feet away 
 Jim seized me by the clothes and pulled 
 
 And saved my life that day. 
 
 1*11 ever recollect that time. 
 
 When I in childish glee, 
 Tried o'er the crossing for to climb 
 
 Some other lad to see. 
 Nor soon forget the noble act 
 
 While o'er the earth I roam. 
 Of that poor faithful, starving dog 
 
 Who did not have a home. 
 
16 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 My fond companion now is he 
 Wliile fleeting hours glide, 
 No fear have I for any foe 
 
 When "Jim" is by my side. 
 Where dwells the person who should not 
 
 Give praise where it is due, 
 Who owned a dog like dear old "Jim" 
 
 And would not love him too. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 17 
 
 CALIFORNIA. 
 
 The Land of Heart's Desire 
 
 In this fair land 'tis sweet to dwell 
 
 Where fragrant blossoms cheer the way 
 And soothing tones from rippling streams 
 
 Chant anthems, ever night and day. 
 The balmy breezes cool the brow 
 
 And song birds trill their sweetest lay 
 Though I have roamed in many lands, 
 
 Let me in this sleep my last day, 
 The land of Heart's Desire. 
 
 'Tis well to dwell in this fair land, 
 
 'Twill ever bless your days and cheer, 
 And talents that kind Heaven endowed 
 
 Each one and all, may find them here. 
 Delightful scenes entrance the eye, 
 
 And sounds that charm the listening ear 
 "Will ever their sweet blessings lend 
 
 Until the heart grows lone and sear 
 In the Land of Heart's Desire. 
 
18 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 In summer fields of golden grain 
 
 From mountains to the surging sea, 
 And citrus groves of emerald sheen, 
 
 Adorn the valleys fair to see. 
 Though Time's grim scythe is onward mowing. 
 
 Fair nature 's scenes will ever last. 
 The luring bright and joyous present 
 
 Thrill hearts with glories of the past. 
 In the Land of Heart's Desire. 
 
 Here old familiar faces greet us, 
 
 Where e'er our wandering feet may stray. 
 As though in the eternal realm 
 
 We'd meet dear friends long passed away. 
 Earth's sun kissed, fairest, flowery spot. 
 
 None other can I love so well. 
 Where now I write these lines tonight 
 
 Let me through life, forever dwell 
 In the Land of Heart's Desire. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 19 
 
 WHERE THE ROSES NEVER FADE, 
 
 Let's go back to California, 
 
 Dear old sweetheart, you and I, 
 
 In my heart there is a, longing 
 
 For the clear blue southern sky. 
 
 For the hoary, towering mountains, 
 And the valleys green and fair, 
 
 For the winter blooming flowers. 
 And the fragrance of the air. 
 
 To that land of green and golden. 
 
 Far away from frost and snow, 
 Wliere the gentle sighing zephyrs. 
 
 And the orange blossoms blow, 
 "Where all nature smiles her fairest. 
 
 And the song birds trill their lay, 
 There once more I long to ramble, 
 
 And to dream life's hours away. 
 
 Down by the breakers let us stray 
 
 'Neath the cloudless evening skies, 
 And behold the broad Pacific 
 
 Where the golden sunset dies. 
 Or go strolling in the morning 
 
 In the fragrant balmy air. 
 When there's gold, and purple gleaming, 
 
 On the hillsides everywhere. 
 
20 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 Let's go back where life's worth living 
 
 Once again dear, — you and I; 
 Let us hasten to its beauties 
 
 There to dwell, and there to die. 
 And when we're called away to rest 
 
 Let us sleep beneath the shade, 
 Where the song birds sing their praises 
 
 And the roses never fade. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 21 
 
 TO THE SIX O'CONNOR SISTERS. 
 
 A Christmas Wish 
 
 That you may spend a happy day 
 In peace, and love, and laughter, 
 And all your future be as gay, 
 I wish you all dear girls today 
 And all your days hereafter. 
 
 May Heaven gracious gifts bestow. 
 
 And angels ever hover 
 To cheer and guard you, night and day, 
 Ever will I sincerely pray 
 
 'Till all my dreams are over. 
 
 Not because of friendly tokens 
 
 You may receive today, 
 But for the sweet songs you have sung, 
 And all the good deeds you have done, 
 
 To cheer some lone one's way. 
 
 These sincere lines that now you read 
 
 Accept from me I pray. 
 And that Our Lord in Heaven above 
 Protect your lives with His dear love, 
 
 Is my best wish today. 
 
22 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 TO ADA. 
 
 14 Months Old 
 
 Oh little baby, precious guiless child, 
 
 The charming beauty of thy cherub face 
 
 Entrances me, for in thy radient smile 
 
 I see intelligence far beyond the 
 
 Years of thy sweet infant grace, and grieve to 
 
 Think the wintery breath of life must efface 
 
 Thy purity, fair flower of the spring. 
 
 Would that evil never taint thee, nor that 
 
 The world enthrall thy innocent mind, but 
 
 It is ordained, thou too must taste the cup 
 
 Of woe, and thy pure heart must learn to grieve 
 
 As others do, but fear not sweet loving 
 
 Child, whatever cares may meet thee, — ills befall 
 
 God, will lead thee safely through them all. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 23 
 
 TO A SLEEPING CHILD. 
 On Its Mother's Breast 
 
 In blissful slumber rest sweet child 
 She who first on her darling smiled 
 Is watching with a mother's care 
 Youth's sorrows she will help thee bear. 
 
 Sleep babe upon thy mother's breast 
 She '11 guard thee safely in thy rest, 
 Be ever gentle, pure and mild. 
 As thou art now, dear sinless child. 
 
 Cling fondly to her sweet embrace 
 Who first cast kisses on thy face. 
 Cling closely to thy mother dear 
 None other's love is so sincere. 
 
 Where e'er it is thy lot to stray 
 'Neath skies of blue, or clouds of gray 
 Where e're on earth the starlight gleams 
 May peaceful ever be thy dreams. 
 
 Dream on my charming baby friend 
 Sweet be thy dreams until life's end. 
 And dream at last in Love and Peace 
 Where life's discords must ever cease. 
 
24 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 TO ANNA. 
 
 Birthday Greetings 
 
 Accept this humble verse I pray 
 Dear Anna this thy natal day 
 A token of the love I bear 
 Intense, unchanging, and sincere, 
 I bless the day that thou wert given 
 Thy mission here by gracious Heaven 
 And pray that He who gave will bless 
 That mission with supreme success. 
 
 The gifts to thee so lavish given 
 Are choicest of the boons of Heaven 
 May such long as thy life shall last 
 Adorn thy future as thy past 
 Thy infant smile, thy girlhood grace, 
 Thy charm of soul, and heart and face, 
 May they until life's circuit ends 
 Adorn thy form and charm thy friends. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 25 
 
 If ever threatening storms arise 
 
 To cloud thy heart or dim thine eyes, 
 
 Anna you may succor find 
 For all the ills of soul and mind. 
 For all the tortures that infest 
 And breed affliction and unrest. 
 
 1 pray you seek and 'twill be given 
 All meed of comfort from high Heaven. 
 
 My sister's child, my darling niece 
 May Heaven's guidance never cease 
 To bless, protect, and cheer thy way 
 Through all thy life both night and day. 
 What more I'd wish I cannot tell 
 'Twould power of words and pen excell. 
 Be but yourself as in the past 
 And Heaven 's light shall round thee last. 
 
26 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 SMILES. 
 
 Smile as you journey day by day 
 
 And o'er life's pathway go, 
 For oft to some poor heart 'twill bring 
 A healing balsam for the sting 
 Of harsh word spoken, — cruel fling 
 Made by some one you know. 
 
 A smile of greeting sweet and rare 
 
 After the toil of the day, 
 Will smooth the furrows deep with care 
 On face of someone, sweet and fair 
 And send a gleam of lovelight there. 
 
 When the years have flown away. 
 
 A pleasant smile will often cheer 
 
 A pilgrim on life's road, 
 When hope, looks lonely, dark, and drear. 
 And sorrows, only linger near, 
 If but a smiling face appear, 
 
 'Twill lighten then his load. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 Then ever gently keep in mind 
 
 In night or golden day. 
 It cheers some lonely heart to jfind 
 In smiles, the love of human kind, 
 And adds another link to bind 
 
 True friendship on life's way. 
 
28 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 THE MOCKING BIRD'S SONG. 
 
 One night in grief I went to bed 
 
 My heart was in despair, 
 The trials that beset life's way, 
 Severer seemed to be each day, 
 And more than I could bear. 
 
 Sleep would not visit my tired eyes. 
 
 Weary I tossed and turned, 
 As I lay on my downy bed. 
 Trying to rest my aching head 
 Wliile fever, flushed and burned. 
 
 Suddenly in the midnight gloom, 
 
 I heard the sweetest strain 
 From walnut tree, outside my cot, 
 And then my troubles were forgot. 
 And all that gave me pain. 
 
 The notes from some wild mocking bird, 
 
 Came to my listening ear. 
 My sorrows vanished, I was free 
 As mortal ever here may be, 
 
 And had no more to fear. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 29 
 
 The songs from that sweet singer's throat 
 
 Lulled me to slumbering rest, 
 No sweeter trills were ever heard, 
 Than came from that most joyous bird, 
 As if by Heav'n 'twere blest. 
 
 And in the dawning of the morn, 
 
 I asked with contrite heart. 
 Kind Heaven who sent that bird to cheer 
 My lonely wanderings moments here. 
 
 Such blessings n 'er depart. 
 
30 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 SWEETHEART MINE. 
 
 She smiled at me, and my heart was filled with 
 Rapture. As I gazed upon her loving 
 Eyes of blue, soft as an azure summer 
 Sky. I clasped her by the slender waist and 
 Pressed her to my bosom where she rested 
 In confiding trust. How I loved her then 
 And love her now, — no words of mine can tell. 
 All who perchance have seen this charming one, 
 Admire her 'mong the sweetest they have known. 
 Fair as a blosom kissed by the diamond dew 
 And sweet as a blooming rose in Junetime, 
 Is she, this love of mine, and now will I 
 Confide her name, — which I have not yet told. 
 She is my little baby,— Ten Months Old. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 31 
 
 BABY MINE. 
 
 Dear little brown eyed baby Nell 
 With your dimpled smile so sweet, 
 
 Ah would that I might ever dwell 
 Where your smiling face would greet. 
 
 Life would then far sweeter be 
 
 When at close of eve I'd see 
 
 Your loving arms around me twine 
 Dear little sweetheart baby mine. 
 
 Each day would be one long sweet song 
 When I could feel your presence near, 
 
 And love would then my life prolong 
 And fill my heart with hope and cheer. 
 
 Tlie love that your sweet eyes express 
 
 And your dear loving fond caress, 
 
 Would keep me true' as stars that shine 
 To you, dear sweetheart baby mine. 
 
 May angels guard you baby dear, 
 By silvan night and golden d^y, 
 
 And all your thoughts be off good cheer 
 Where e 'er your wandering feet may stray, 
 
 May love within your heart e'er reign, 
 
 And want or woe ne'er cause you pain 
 And in life's end sweet songs divine 
 Bless you my sweetheart baby mine. 
 
32 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 MY NAME. 
 
 I'm part of every thing that lives 
 And oft my presence, pleasure gives. 
 A part of all God's Holy plan 
 And known since the world began. 
 All living things where e'er they be 
 That dwell above, or 'neath the sea, 
 Share all the blessings that I claim 
 In this my most mysterious name. 
 
 The ''Book of books" that cannot err 
 In it my name doth oft occur. 
 And in it, too, you'll find quite plain 
 A triple meaning for my name. 
 In Christian virtues I am found 
 And oft my praises they resound. 
 No song or story ever told 
 No part of which we now withhold. 
 
 "When stars are shining clear and bright 
 You'll ever find me in the night 
 And where the towering steeples rise, 
 Beneath the blue or golden skies. 
 The charming evening rainbow's hue 
 Reflects my name oft times to you. 
 And in the waving forest tree 
 There am I, too. — You will agree. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 33 
 
 The birds that fly o'er mountain peak 
 Might tell my name if they could speak 
 And rivers that flow to the sea 
 Are ever known as part of me. 
 Behold I'm gentle as a flower, 
 And great is my submissive power. 
 Scorn not these words in simple rhyme 
 But tell my name, and now's the time. 
 
34 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 HOPE. 
 
 Though skies look dark and dreary, 
 
 And howling winds do wail, 
 Though all your friends desert you 
 
 And bitter foes assail. 
 Though your heart be sad with sorrow. 
 
 Brighter days will come to you, 
 Cling to ideals ever pure 
 
 And your dreams will yet come true. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 35 
 
 WHEN THOU ART NEAR. 
 
 The hours pass and swiftly glide 
 When thou sweet one art by my side, 
 There are no moments lone or dread 
 While thou loved one my life can cheer, 
 And sties are bright and ever fair 
 While thy endearing smiles I share. 
 
 Each day I live, is one of cheer 
 When I can feel thy presence near, 
 Thy gladsome voice, my life to bless 
 And thy sweet loving, fond caress, 
 Ever 'tis then thou seem'st to be 
 Dearer than all on earth to me. 
 
 When worries round my pathway throng 
 I seek the glories of thy song, 
 To cheerful heart it takes me soon 
 Dispelling all life's care and gloom. 
 And then I long for thy embrace. 
 And loving kisses on my face. 
 
36 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 And when at last, life's dream is o'er 
 And I must seek that Unknown Shore, 
 Where all on earth must soon or late, 
 Be called to know their final fate, 
 Ah! then I'll know that thy dear love 
 Will plead for me in Heaven above. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 37 
 
 THE SIX O'CONNOR SISTERS. 
 
 With rosy cheeks and teeth of pearls 
 Blue eyes of tender light 
 
 Entrancing are those charming girls 
 And joyous to the sight. 
 
 As to some poets lonely bower 
 A light beams from the skies 
 
 Or dew drops on some fragrant flower 
 Are smiles, from their sweet eyes. 
 
 What hopes entrance each pulsing heart 
 
 When day and night along 
 Such harmonies they can impart 
 
 In tones of heavenly song. 
 
 In sylvan groves where nymphs abound 
 None are more fair than they. 
 
 'Tis joy to hear their laugh resound 
 Where e 'er they sing or play. 
 
38 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 What gladness lights each smiling face 
 
 As footlights they advance 
 What pleasure to their native race 
 
 To greet their smiles and glance. 
 
 Fond memories dear 'twill ever bring 
 
 Where e'er a Celtic dwells 
 To hear O'Connor sisters sing 
 
 "Killarneys lakes and fells." 
 
 And when that old melodious song 
 Fair "Annie Laurie" true 
 
 Come from their lips, you ever long 
 For that sweet song anew. 
 
 Bright visions o'er the spirit rolls 
 
 When all the air along 
 Floats with the voice of virgin souls 
 
 In sweet harmonious song. 
 
 Long may their talents ever tend 
 
 To cheer us on life 's way 
 And Heaven choicest blessings send 
 
 Where ever they may stray. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 39 
 
 SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA IN WINTER. 
 
 Here in the land of the fair South West 
 
 The sun shines bright o'er the mountains crest 
 
 And valleys green that are fair to see 
 
 From flow'r crown 'd hills to the surging sea. 
 
 The dew drops sleep in the winter's bloom 
 Of tropic plants, and sweet flowers' perfume 
 The balmy air, and the brooklets flow, 
 While mountains near are agleam with snow. 
 
 The drowsy song of the busy bees, 
 Is wafted far through the citrus trees. 
 And humming birds seek blooming flowers 
 Through all the joyous sunlit hours. 
 
 Lone deserts once, now bloom in emerald sheen. 
 Enchanting as a sylvan fairy queen. 
 Hesperian fruits and bowers of soft repose 
 Flowering gardens, fragrant as the rose. 
 
 Where the old church bells ring out so sweet, 
 
 From the mission towers as if to greet 
 
 And offer each one a welcome hand, 
 
 Who come to this heav'n bless 'd far famed land. 
 
40 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 From summer storms of the fiery east, 
 From frigid winters we are released, 
 And offer thanks for the charm possessed 
 Where nature smiles, and each one is blest 
 In this fair. Southern, Land of the West. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 41 
 
 TO EDNA 
 
 Age Thirteen Yeabs 
 
 Edna accept from me I pray 
 
 On this thy joyous natal day 
 
 My modest effort to rehearse 
 
 In humble unpretentious verse, 
 
 These sincere wishes that I send 
 
 To thee my charming youthful friend. 
 
 Another year in the flight of time 
 
 Of your life of love, and bright sunshine 
 
 Another year has bless 'd thy life 
 
 Free from all sorrow, care and strife. 
 
 May all life's years as peaceful be 
 
 As now, dear child, they are to thee. 
 
 May each succeeding birthday bless 
 And crown thy efforts with success. 
 And ever may thy birthdays find 
 As now so loving, sweet, and kind. 
 Dear little girl as now thou art 
 And may they ne'er from thee depart. 
 
42 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 What more I'd wish 'tis hard to say 
 Anent thy life's most happy day. 
 But this I'll add, — true virtues last 
 When all thy earthly joys are past. 
 And when at length life's dream is o'er 
 May cheer thee on some brighter shore. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMOniES. 43 
 
 TO MAMIE. 
 
 Fair as a lily kissed by the morning dew 
 
 To me thou wert my own love, fond and true, 
 And joyous then the hours my life had known 
 But now I sigh, and long for thee alone 
 Since Heaven hath called my dear one, — for its own. 
 
 A rose bud though withered and faded its bloom 
 Still breathes all its sweetness in fragrant perfume. 
 'Round my heart then aWII hover in sorrow or glee 
 'Till my last dream is over, — sweet memories of thee. 
 
44 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 TO ESTHER. 
 
 Age Nine Yeaes 
 
 Little Esther thou art charming 
 As the rose thou sent to me 
 
 On that morning in the June time 
 And I'll ever think of thee. 
 
 May thy future life be happy 
 
 Free from care, and sorrows frown 
 
 And the joys of earth be with thee 
 And at last a Heavenly crown. 
 
 Accept this best wish now I send 
 To thee my little brown eyed friend. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 45 
 
 HOME IN CALIFORNIA. 
 
 Back from winter of ice and snow 
 Home in the land where all things grow 
 Away from the northern blizzards blast 
 Here whore the genial summers last, 
 Where blossoms tinge the verdant hue 
 From spring to spring the whole year through 
 And song birds sing both night and day 
 In gladsome praise from May 'till May. 
 
 Back to the clime I love so well 
 What joy to me words fail to tell 
 Away from my old northern home 
 Where in my youth I loved to roam 
 And though it pained my sorrowing heart 
 From native land and friends to part, 
 Now in this fair and southern clime 
 Content I am to dwell, — life's time. 
 
 Let others sigh for lands that be 
 California is the land for me. 
 
46 WAYSIDE MEMOEIES. 
 
 THE HEART'S GARDEN. 
 
 In the garden of your heart 
 
 Plant today a tiny seed 
 'Twill ever flourish bloom and grow 
 What e'er the kind of seed you sow 
 In the garden of your heart, 
 In the garden, of your heart. 
 
 What you sow that shall you reap 
 It may be peace, or discontent, 
 
 If you aspire to noble deeds 
 
 Plant not the seed that bring forth weeds, 
 What you sow that shall you reap 
 What you sow, that shall you reap. 
 
 If you sow the seed of hate 
 
 Expect to reap with bitter tears, 
 
 Who hate but one, he hateth all 
 
 The seed once sown is past recall, 
 
 If you sow the seed of hate 
 
 If you sow, the seed of hate. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 47 
 
 If the seed of love you sow 
 
 Ever you'll garner from the soil, 
 Sweet blossoms, that will crown each day 
 And life will be one joyous May, 
 If the seed of love you sow 
 If the seed of love, you sow. 
 
48 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 TO ERNEST. 
 
 Age Three and One-half Years 
 
 •'Little Buster," — I must call you 
 For you well deserve the name 
 
 If you keep on as you're doing 
 
 Some day you will win great fame. 
 
 No one e'er could feel despondent 
 There can be no< fits of "blue" 
 
 Where you dwell there's "something doing' 
 Morning, noon, and evening, too. 
 
 Who could follow your tinv feet 
 In their roaming daily play 
 
 Kunning here and climbing there 
 Doing something all the day. 
 
 Sealing ladders to the roof, 
 
 Swaying on the branches green, 
 
 Eating peaches e'er they ripen 
 Choking kittens, 'till they scream. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 49 
 
 Racing with your little wagon 
 Calling sisters to play ball, 
 
 Little hero when you tumble, 
 Never hear you cry at all. 
 
 Making pictures with a pencil 
 On the side walk or the floor 
 
 Battling like a little "Nelson" 
 Calling me from kitchen door. 
 
 Plucking roses from the tree 
 
 Then swinging on the garden gate. 
 Happy as a King might be 
 
 You'll make things "hum" when you are eight. 
 
 Dear little brown eyed happy boy 
 With curling hair of golden hue. 
 
 Your fond mother's hope and joy 
 
 There is no one, — but must love you. 
 
 Ever smiling, bright and happy 
 If every one could so appear 
 
 What a joyous world to live in 
 'Tw'Ould be akin to heaven here. 
 
50 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 NOW. 
 
 Tomorrow, no one yet hath ever seen 
 Its sun will never shine upon thy brow. 
 Heaven doth to us but present time allow 
 Let thy best deeds be done today, and now 
 Let now be the time. 
 
 Thou who are bless 'd with abundant store 
 
 Make some poor one more happy, free his care. 
 Some one who's sorrow 'd life is hard to bear 
 Help to relieve his suffering and despair, 
 Now, now, is the time. 
 
 Some one there may be that thou lovest well. 
 Help him through all his weary, toiling days. 
 If troubles come, be ever true always 
 And cheer his life with acts that need no praise 
 Let now be the time. 
 
 Some friend thou may'st have had and held most dear 
 But called beyond the reach of thy intent. 
 And never knew that thou so kindly meant 
 To fill his life with bliss, and sweet content. 
 When thou had'st the time. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 51 
 
 Let now be the time, thou should 'st no longer wait 
 To give sweet loving smiles, and words of cheer 
 To those whose souls to thee are ever dear. 
 They ne'er may meet thee, in the coming year 
 Ah ! now is the time. 
 
 And when earth's light is fading from thy sight 
 And time hath set its seal upon thy brow 
 Consoling then will be the thought when thou 
 Canst humbly say "Life's deeds I offer now" 
 To Thee, my Lord to Thee." 
 
52 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 TO NELLIE. 
 
 Age Five Years 
 
 Nellie, my dear sweet brown eyed girl 
 
 With golden hair and teeth of pearl 
 
 And smiling cheeks and lips as fair 
 
 As blooming roses in June air, 
 
 To thee I sing this little lay 
 
 On this thy joyous fifth Birthday. 
 
 Sweet loved one, fair as ever born 
 
 I've known thee since thy natal morn 
 
 Beholding thee in infant play 
 
 And brighter growing every day, 
 
 Until thy tiny, toddling feet 
 
 In playful mirth, thou would 'st me greet. 
 
 Recalling years that long had flown 
 When she, my brown eyed one, mine own 
 Would meet me in the same fond way 
 That I with her might romp, and play, 
 And gaily dance her, on my knee, 
 As oft dear child I did with thee. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 53 
 
 Singing an old time sweet refrain 
 Now lingers round my lips again 
 When e'er thy smiling face I see 
 And gave to thee such ecstacy, 
 As oft I placed my hands in thine 
 Dear little browTi eyed, sweteheart mine. 
 
 That song I sung at early morn 
 Shall thy sweet smile for e'er adorn 
 That simple air that cheer 'd thy heart, 
 And sorrow gave thee when we'd part 
 That same sweet lullaby shall ring 
 Through future ages yet to sing. 
 
 Times onward march shall ever go 
 And over life's waves my bark shall flow 
 Arid journey to its destined end, — 
 But ne'er my little charming friend 
 Can I forget those happy days 
 Or thy endearing loving ways. 
 
 Sweet child, with dimpled smile divine 
 May skies of blue be ever thine, 
 Where e'er thy gentle feet may stray 
 Treading through life's uncertain way. 
 And heaven choicest blessings send 
 To thee, my little brown eyed friend. 
 
54 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 THE WORD. 
 
 "We sing to all where e'er they dwell 
 
 In praise one small word. 
 The greatest any pen can write 
 
 Or ear hath ever heard. 
 One little word, one only one 
 You'll say 'tis true e'er I gave gone. 
 
 Pray think of this where e'er you stray 
 
 Over life's broad and cheerful way 
 And ne'er forget the word. 
 
 The angels high oft' sing its praise 
 In heaven where they belong, 
 
 The only theme 'tis said that they 
 Deem worthy of their song. 
 
 For kindly thoughts and kindly deeds 
 
 In heaven are treasured more than creeds, 
 By this alone can we them see 
 After we've crossed life's mystic sea — 
 This one sweet simple word. 
 
 No dweller of this mundane sphere 
 
 Will need a better creed. 
 To cheer him o'er life's changeful way 
 
 Than do some kindly deed. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 55 
 
 If it is done in Christian heart 
 
 Sweet love divine will never part, 
 For He can guide with gracious hand 
 Each one and all to Heaven's land 
 
 Then trust for e'er in His dear name 
 
 If life Eternal you would gain. 
 
 For God is Love, and Love's the Word. 
 
56 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 GIVE TO THE LIVING. 
 
 Keep your flowers, do not send them, 
 When from earth I 've passed away. 
 
 But oh, give me love and friendship 
 As I journey down life's way. 
 
 Offer help to those in sorrow, 
 And leave cruel words unsaid, 
 
 To the living give your flowers 
 
 No one needs them when they're dead. 
 
 An ever generous helping hand 
 Can some suffering creature bless, 
 
 'Tis better than a hundreds wreaths 
 Of flowers in his distress. 
 
 Seek not the grave for vain display, 
 Sow the seeds of kindness now, 
 
 Be faithful to some one in need. 
 And Heaven will crown your brow. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 57 
 
 PATRICK MURPHY'S STORE. 
 
 Fain would we seek the Muse's power, 
 That we might sing each gladsome hour 
 Of high class goods we have on hand 
 For all who dwell in this fair land. 
 Your honest custom now we crave, 
 All readers who would money save 
 And your attention give we pray, 
 To this our unpretentious lay. 
 
 Our business is the Grocery trade. 
 
 We have the goods already made 
 
 We're working at it all the time, 
 
 ( 'Tis easier far than writing rhyme,) 
 
 And sell at profits very small. 
 
 To needy poor, the rich, and all. 
 
 Who need the food that life demands, 
 
 To give them strength for toiling hands. 
 
 To keep the best that people eat 
 We pride ourselves, all else to beat, 
 The choicest viands for the table 
 For rich, and poor, alike we're able, 
 To furnish at the lowest price, 
 Likewise the goods are kept on ice. 
 From dairy butter to sweetest cream, 
 None better in this land is seen. 
 
58 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 Smoked bacon, syrup, cheese, and lard, 
 And dry goods sundries, by the yard, 
 Hesperian fruits, of every brand, 
 No better grown in this land. 
 Breakfast foods, of which we've many, 
 Canned goods, and choicest brands of honey, 
 Confections for the young and old, 
 No sweeter yet have e'er been sold. 
 
 Tea's of the best, we've blended here. 
 
 And customers from far and near, 
 
 The water boil, heat well the pot, 
 
 And better tea can not be bought, 
 
 Coffee, too, of finest flavor, — 
 
 Do yourself a lasting favor 
 
 Buy but the best, and buy it here 
 
 'Twill give you health throughout the year. 
 
 There's nothing in the Grocery line 
 We can't supply at any time, 
 Likewse good tinware, pails, and pans. 
 Your gasoline and coal oil cans, 
 We fill with overflowing measure. 
 You'll call again in haste or leisure, 
 And bless the day for ever more. 
 You heard of Patrick Murphy's Store. 
 
 And owner who will treat you well 
 
 While here through life near him you dwell. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 59 
 
 THE TALE OF A CAT. 
 
 On a backyard fence, an old Tom cat 
 Sat perched away up high, 
 
 Remarking to a feline friend 
 My! how the time doth fly. 
 
 It seems but just a week or two 
 Since both we last were here, 
 
 How I remember that time well 
 Though since has passed a year. 
 
 It seems no more than yesterday 
 Since that time now I ween 
 
 We sang in midnight revelry 
 Beneath the stars bright sheen. 
 
 Ah yes! I well remember now, 
 Though many months since then, 
 
 A man threw up his window and. 
 Threw from his little den, 
 
60 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 Two empty bottles, and a shoe, 
 An old brass watch and chain, 
 
 The last named hit me on the ribs 
 And often caused me pain. 
 
 From various other windows came 
 
 In vile and slangy prose 
 Words that I cannot mention now, 
 
 But still. Time Onward Goes. 
 
 Then let us make some noise tonight 
 And raise our voices clear, 
 
 It is the way our friends delight 
 To welcome the New Year. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 61 
 
 A WOMAN'S PLAINT. 
 
 In large lettered type "Absolutely Free" 
 
 Are "ads in the papers now daily we see, 
 
 Of valuable prizes in silver and gold 
 
 Goods for the household given free we are told, 
 
 A stickpin, a broach, a watch or a ring 
 
 Gold cuff links, a clock, or some other thing 
 
 A large box of candy, some fine chewing gum, 
 
 A bracelet, or chain or jewelry "slum." 
 
 The silver of Rogers some say its the best 
 
 In Mahogany case, 26 pieces rest 
 
 A little of Credit for one fifty or more 
 
 On pianos can be bought for that by the score 
 
 And piano free till the New Years time 
 
 Is a well baited hook in this genial clime. 
 
 To catch some "tender feet" just from the east 
 
 As a cow boy would "lasso" a wild herding beast. 
 
 All this and much more absolutely FREE 
 
 To outline a picture my child of but three. 
 
 Years of age did trace, looked at me with surprise 
 
 Saying, Mama, Mama, I won the first prize. 
 
 Then quickly I hastened down town to Broadway 
 
 Hoping a piano to own the next day. 
 
 But alas, for the hope of the young and the old 
 
 'Tis the same old story hath ever been told 
 
 I looked at pianos from top floor to ground 
 
62 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 And closely inspecting, I very soon found 
 
 That Coupon was worthless, I thought such a prize 
 
 And contempt for such methods I could not disguise, 
 
 And gave my opinion in language quite plain 
 
 But it taught me a lesson I cannot restrain. 
 
 Imparting to others, ' ' Beware oh, Beware ! ' ' 
 
 Of ' ads ' headed ' Free ' ; they may glitter and glare 
 
 But are not but a blank and contemptible snare." 
 
 Moral 
 
 The moral of this should be plain to each mind 
 By simply reflecting a moment you find 
 Change R to an A and K to first E 
 Transposed then it is and reads not as FREE 
 But gives the true meaning all readers should take 
 Avoiding such Houses, that are but a FAKE. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 63 
 
 SINCE SHE WAS CALLED AWAY. 
 
 The evening shadows longer stay 
 Since that long, lonely winter's day, 
 Song birds sing in a minor strain 
 And sweet songs have a sad refrain 
 Since she was called away. 
 
 Hush'd is the gentle, loving voice 
 That oft hath made my heart rejoice. 
 Cheerless the place her presence blessed 
 Untouched the keys her fingers pressed 
 Since she was called away. 
 
 Each day is lonely, long and drear 
 
 But in my heart I cherish dear 
 
 The hope, that after life's long years, 
 She '11 greet me where there are no fears. 
 And eyes are never dimmed with tears 
 
 Where she was called away. 
 
64 WAYSIDE MEMOKIES. 
 
 TEARS. 
 
 Deem not that tears are shed in vain 
 Or that they come to grieve and pain 
 They are sweet balm from Heaven above 
 Divinely sent as gifts of love. 
 
 From infant dawn to ages eve 
 They flow to soothe us and relieve 
 Unbid they visit in disguise 
 Physicians sent us from the skies. 
 
 Think not they prove intenser smart 
 To wounds upon the bleeding heart, 
 They bathe and heal the torn breast 
 And soothe us to restoring rest. 
 
 The eye that's powerless to effuse 
 The trickling tear will ever lose 
 The service that kind Heaven designed 
 For aching soul and torturing mind. 
 
 Ungrateful he who fails to prize 
 These priceless tributes from the skies, 
 They scald and burn, but in their smart 
 Is our divine Physician's art. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES, 65 
 
 Forbid them not good angels bring 
 This healing balsam for each sting 
 But feel and know that tears are given 
 In mercy by the hand of Heaven. 
 
 There are no sources of distress 
 For which they'll not afford redress 
 The fountain of the tearfilled eye 
 Unfailing remedies supply. 
 
 Mary sought solace in the tear 
 She shed upon the Saviour's bier 
 And Jesus wept. He knew how best 
 To care and soothe the suffering breast. 
 
 Let the tear flow to fall upon 
 The grass of parent, or of Son, 
 Let the tear flow and wet her bier 
 Of all on earth most loved most dear. 
 
 Let the tear flow for friendship gone 
 To never, never more return, 
 Let the tear flow when anguish sears 
 Or keen remorse the bosom tears. 
 
 Let the tears flow God gave us tears 
 To heal our pangs and calm our fears, 
 The briny tide may smart, but Oh ! 
 Forbid them not to gush and flow. 
 
66 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 BETTER THAN GOLD. 
 
 Be kind to your mother, she's better than gold 
 This maxim is true, as when first it was told. 
 For when she is gone, earth's wealth cannot buy 
 One sparkle of love, that beamed from her eye. 
 
 The love that God gave, will never depart. 
 Such is the love of your own mother's heart. 
 Pure as the dew drop that falls from above 
 To kiss the sweet rose at eve with its love. 
 
 The love of a mother, these words, what bliss, 
 To memory recall days of sweet happiness. 
 Fair, gentle and pure as the young brooding dove 
 Holy as Heaven is a mother's fond love. 
 
 The love that is Holy from prayers and tears 
 
 That cheer our souls onward through life's weary 
 
 years. 
 Ah ! who can forget her, who hushed us to rest 
 By her sweet whispered prayer, that so often have 
 
 blessed. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 67 
 
 She'll miss her fond mother, that image shall still 
 Be to her as faithful through deaths lonely chill. 
 As when in youth's springtime, with truth undefiled 
 She kissed and carressed her, her idol, — her child. 
 
 He 'II miss his dear mother when young hope hath fled 
 And sigh for the years, when she pillowed his head. 
 On her love pulsing bosom with heart as sincere 
 And love e 'er unwavering while her life lingered here. 
 
 We long in our youth for years that will come 
 And repent in old age for the deeds we have done, 
 Whether spring time or winter of life 's with us yet, 
 Our fond mother's love, we can never forget. 
 
68 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 WHEN THE HEART GROWS LONE. 
 
 When songs that cheer 'd us in youth's golden hour 
 No more we hear along life's varied way, 
 
 And dreams we cherished when love's first sweet 
 flower 
 Bloomed but to fade, in one fair summer day. 
 
 Then the heart grows lone and we ever long 
 
 For the ones we love, who from earth have gone. 
 
 When hopes we once prized dear are blighted now 
 And eyes we love have vanished from our view, 
 
 When ties that bind each loving heart sincere, 
 Are severed from the ones, who love them true. 
 
 Then the heart grows lone, and we ever long 
 
 For the ones we love M^ho from earth have gone. 
 
 When loving smiles that memory oft' can trace 
 Our first glad meeting to some long flown day 
 
 When lips we kissed in love 's fond sweet embrace 
 And hands we clasped, are now but silent clay. 
 
 Then the heart grows lone, and Ave ever long, 
 
 For the ones we love, who from earth have gone. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 69 
 
 No soul is ever lost who once hath lived 
 And in some distant realm again we'll hear 
 
 The cherished voices of departed ones 
 
 Then all the past to us will be made clear. 
 
 Where heart's can ne'er grow lone, and Love's Sweet 
 Song 
 
 Eternally, will all our lives prolong. 
 
70 WAYSIDE MEM0BIE8. 
 
 TO NELL IN HEAVEN. 
 
 The past has vanished far away, 
 
 Dead are the years behind, 
 And faded as the ashes gray 
 
 Are youthful hopes that twined. 
 With rosy semblance round each brow 
 Oh perished hopes where are ye now? 
 
 Fond memories of the joyous past 
 Leave nothing but the shade, 
 
 And golden dreams I thought would last 
 Blossom 'd but soon to fade, 
 
 And makes my heart to sigh and moan 
 
 For thy sweet spirit, which hath flown. 
 
 The castles that I once built high 
 Ah ! fair they seemed to me, 
 
 Their towers pierced the starry sky 
 But now no more I see. 
 
 For on one lonely summer day 
 
 The tears I shed, washed them away. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 71 
 
 The golden hours of youthful play 
 When thou wert by my side, 
 
 Have drifted with times tide away 
 And Fate our paths divide. 
 
 But ne'er forgotten are those days 
 
 Or thy sweet tender loving ways. 
 
 In pleasant thoughts thou still art nigh 
 
 And living yet to me, 
 As in the happy days gone by 
 
 Thy smiling face I see. 
 When thy fond footsteps lingered near 
 And thy sweet voice my life did cheer. 
 
 loved one, when Life 's closing day 
 
 That comes to each and all, 
 Has faded with the gold away 
 
 And evening shadows fall, 
 Around my last declining breath 
 And I am conquered, — by King Death, 
 
 Where mundane ills can ne'er befall 
 Through Love Divine, — may I there meet 
 Thy spirit pure in bliss to greet. 
 
72 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 EDWARD McBRIDE. 
 
 In Memoriam 
 
 Spirit of our beloved, where hast thou fled, 
 
 In youthful vigor and hale manly power? 
 
 Called from thy loved ones, — in a moment's breath, 
 
 Tears relieve, but Hope heals the wounds of grief. 
 
 Creatures of God we are. His will is for 
 
 Our weal, in some brighter sphere thou livest, 
 
 Though hidden from us, thy familiar form 
 
 The shadows will but hide a little space, 
 
 When we shall see thy smiling face again. 
 
 And oft' in future years wilt thou greet us 
 
 In pleasant dreams, when we in slumber rest, 
 
 Though all must die, eternally we live, 
 
 And through the mercy of His loving grace. 
 
 Again we'll meet thee in sweet love's embrace. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 73 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 In the soft eve summer's gloaming 
 
 When the flickering starlight gleams 
 Where the broad Atlantic's moaning 
 
 Fills my soul with yearning dreams. 
 Then my thoughts turn sadly homeward 
 
 O'er the ocean waves and gloom 
 Where now at rest my mother sleeps 
 
 In the cold and silent tomb. 
 
 Now hush'd is the voice that long hath cheer 'd 
 
 My life in its wandering way, 
 And folded the gentle loving hands 
 
 That are now but as silent clay. 
 And eyes that made my heart rejoice, 
 
 From my childhoods early morn 
 Are closed for ever now to rest 
 
 With her dear and saintly form. 
 
 Now lonely it is where long she dwelt, 
 
 But the room of her last sad woe. 
 Is hallowed there with prayers of love 
 
 Breathed in years of the long ago. 
 And the birds fed by her gentle hands 
 
 In the summer's early day 
 Have vanished now and sing no more 
 
 Since she has been called away. 
 
74 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 Trusting in Him, through all the years 
 
 Of a long and faithful life, 
 Patiently waiting the last great call 
 
 That would free her soul from strife, 
 Living in faith 'till her last faint breath, 
 
 Faded with life 's setting sun 
 Braving the fight with Christian zeal, 
 
 'Till her heavenly goal was won. 
 
 Forgive my grief Lord I ask? 
 
 For a love that was sincere. 
 That mother, whom I ne'er shall see 
 
 'Till my eyes grow dim and sere. 
 Forgive my sin if such it be 
 
 To mourn a loss for ever new 
 For her whose place can ne'er be filled 
 
 'Till silent grows my heart, then too. 
 
 To My Sister 
 
 This garland of verse now I send you 
 
 In memory of my dear mother's grave, 
 Entwined with sweet shamrocks and roses, 
 
 From her birth land far over the wave. 
 And I wish 'twere more I could offer 
 
 To a love that was so dear to me, 
 And when God, in His mercy, shall call me 
 
 May her sweet loving face then I see. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 75 
 
 DEATH. 
 
 All ! ghastly, cowardly, dreadful monarch Death, 
 With stealthy tread, thou seekest every realm, 
 Thy icy breath our throbbing hearts to grieve. 
 Thou sullen pilot of life's dangerous tide 
 In sweet innocence we meet thy treachery. 
 Who givest orders to put down the helm 
 Where flowing eddies hide the sunken rock. 
 Thou fell destroyer of all living things, 
 A traitor worse than name implies thou art, 
 Ah ! yes and like some eager, hungry shark 
 Seeking shipwreck, hoping to devour 
 Some drowning wretch, struggling awhile to float 
 While loved ones striving vainly for to save, 
 Thy boney fingers clutch, — thy victim's throat. 
 
76 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 AN EPITAPH. 
 
 The Children loved him, it was said, 
 
 While he lay on his dying bed 
 And when he slept serene and still 
 Subservient to his Father's will, 
 
 They brought sweet flowers rich and rare 
 
 And wished his blessings they might share. 
 
SONGS 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 79 
 
 CALIFORNIA. 
 
 The Land I Love 
 
 Once again I long to ramble 
 
 Over valleys fair to see, 
 Where I spent my loves young dreaming, 
 
 Happy were those days to me. 
 'Till the roving spirit lured me, 
 
 Over foreign lands to roam, 
 Seeking lusive, golden, treasure 
 
 Far from ray dear native home. 
 
 Refrain 
 
 Where song birds sing their carols 
 
 In the hush of winter's morn, 
 And golden poppy blossoms, 
 
 The green valleys there adorn. 
 Amid sweet blooming flowers, 
 
 Whose fragrance fills the air, 
 And life is one long sunshine, 
 
 That every one may share. 
 
80 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 Weary years I've spent in roaming, 
 
 From Alaska's golden strand, 
 To the East and South Sea Islands,, 
 
 But there's only one home land. 
 For the gloomy leafless woodlands 
 
 All my love has ever flown, 
 There's no charm in tropic sunshine, 
 
 Give me back my native home. 
 
 Refrain. 
 
 In my heart I feel a longing, 
 
 There once more again to dwell, 
 There's none other in this wide w^orld, 
 
 That I '11 ever love so well. 
 Heimweh achings long have grieved me. 
 
 And I'll journey home once more. 
 To the land of Heart's Desire, 
 
 Fair California's Southern Shore. 
 
 Refrain. 
 
 Heimweh in German : 
 "Homeway" or "Home Longing." 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 81 
 
 I LOVE BUT YOU. 
 
 (Serenade) 
 
 The wind is whispering soft and low 
 
 From mountain to the sea, 
 Once more I come to sing my love, 
 
 A song that's dear to me. 
 Sweet flowers are blooming in the dell 
 
 That tell us spring is near 
 wake, my love, and list again 
 
 While 1 sing to you my dear. 
 
 Eefrain. 
 
 Bright are the twinkling stars at night, 
 
 And fair to the eye to see. 
 But fairer than all the stars that shine 
 
 Is the light of your eyes to me. 
 Know now that I love you dearly, 
 Trust in my love sincerely, 
 
 Believe in my promise true. 
 'Till my last long breath is fleeting 
 
 Yet still will I love but you, 
 
 I will love, — Love only you. 
 
82 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 The moon is shining bright and clear, 
 
 Far o'er the valleys green 
 The brooks are rippling on their way, 
 
 Beneath its silver sheen. 
 In the shadow I am waiting, 
 
 While stars shine bright above, 
 Open wide your window, dearest 
 
 And hear my song of love. 
 
 Refrain. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 83 
 
 IN LULLABY LAND. 
 
 Slumber Song No. 1. 
 
 Come to your mother's arms and rest, 
 Pillow your head upon my breast, 
 After the hours of joyous play 
 Eest dear, until another day. 
 Your drowsy eyes, and pensive brow. 
 Tell me my babe should slumber now. 
 
 Refrain, 
 
 Hush ! while I sing this lullaby, 
 
 One that can ne'er grow old, 
 'Twill take my babe to dreamland where 
 
 The streets are shining gold. 
 A balm for little weary feet 
 
 When tired out from play, 
 A song you '11 sing in after years, 
 
 "When I am far away. 
 
 Rest now, my little baby rest. 
 Serene upon your mother's breast, 
 The evening shadows slowly creep 
 'Tis time for little babes to sleep. 
 Confide your troubles now in me 
 While mother's arms encircle thee. 
 
 Refrain. 
 
84 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 Dream on, my little baby dream, 
 Gather sweet roses by the stream, 
 Roam with your playmate hand in hand 
 Over the hills in slumberland. 
 And when the morning sunlight gleams 
 Perchance you may tell me your dreams. 
 
 Refrain 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 85 
 
 A SONG OF LOVE. 
 
 Sing me a song of love, my dear, 
 
 Tenderly, sweet and low, 
 A song of the joy of living 
 
 As down life's tide we flow. 
 Sing of the pleasure of being 
 
 One of God's creatures here, 
 A song of Love that the angels 
 
 In Heaven, might list to hear. 
 
 Sing me a song of love, my dear, 
 
 That lulls to peaceful rest, 
 'Twill take me back to childhood hours, 
 
 A babe on mother's breast. 
 Sing with gentle, tender feeling, 
 
 In accents sweet and low, 
 For such a song oft dried my tears, 
 
 In days of long ago. 
 
 Sing me a song of love, my dear, 
 
 The roses fragrant breath 
 May waft its strains in triumph 
 
 Over the shades of death. 
 Afar to realms unknown, 
 
 Beyond the vales of woe, 
 Over the River of Silence, 
 
 Where sometime we must go. 
 
86 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 LAURENA. 
 
 The skies, they were purple and golden 
 
 Crowned with tints of the rainbow's soft hue, 
 In the joyous month of October 
 
 When I first saw her eyes, sparkling blue. 
 Then bright were the hours of my dreaming. 
 
 And my heart felt sweet rapture unknown, 
 When she, whom I lov'd most sincerely 
 
 Made a promise that she'd be mine own. 
 
 Refrain. 
 
 Trust in my promise, Laurena, 
 My love for you shall be true. 
 
 True as the stars that shine above 
 In the heavens vault of blue. 
 
 'Till the sun shall loose its splendor. 
 And the moons last beam has flown, 
 
 'Till the lights of my life is fading, 
 Shall I love but you alone 
 Shall I love, but you alone. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 87 
 
 When the springtime came with its flowers 
 
 And the birds built their nest in the trees, 
 And cheer 'd away love's happy hours 
 
 With sweet songs in the zephyr breeze. 
 And all Nature bloomed forth in her charms, 
 
 And sweet fragrance filled all the soft air. 
 Then life seem'd a garden of roses, 
 
 When Laurena, my loved one, was there. 
 
 Refrain 
 
 My life has been blessed with a treasure, 
 
 Greater far than earth's millions of gold. 
 For she, whom I won in love's May time. 
 
 Loves me still, though we both have grown old. 
 And when we are call'd by the Father, 
 
 To our last resting place, then I pray 
 That Heaven shall find us both faithful, 
 
 My Laurena and I, on that day. 
 
 Refrain 
 
88 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 I LONG FOR THEE. 
 
 When the lark's glad song is ringing 
 
 O'er the meadows green and fair, 
 And the orioles are singing, 
 
 Their sweet love songs through the air. 
 "When the swallows by the river. 
 
 And the robins in the tree,^ 
 Lull their nestlings in the Junetime 
 
 With their sweetest minstrelsy. 
 0, then, my love, I long for thee, 
 
 I long for thee, I long for thee. 
 
 When the balmy southern showers 
 
 Searches every shady nook. 
 Sending perfume from the flowers. 
 
 By the wayside and the brook. 
 When the orchard trees are laden 
 
 With sweet golden fruit to share. 
 And all nature smiles her fairest, 
 
 Through the harvest scented air. 
 0, then, my love, I long for thee, 
 
 I long for thee, I long for thee. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 89 
 
 When the withered leaves are falling, 
 
 And the autumn has grown sear, 
 When the snow flakes first are calling. 
 
 And the winter days draw near. 
 Then my heart is sorrow laden 
 
 As I wander here alone. 
 Since thou wert called away from me 
 
 My dear loved one, — my own. 
 0, then, my love, I long for thee, 
 
 I long for thee, I long for thee. 
 
90 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 ISLE OF BEAUTY. 
 
 Green Isle of Beauty to thee now I sing, 
 Over the waves let the melody ring, 
 I yearn for joyous days spent on thy shore, 
 Years of my youth I shall see nevermore. 
 When I mused by the ocean's surging tide, 
 O'er thy hero'd sons who for liberty died. 
 Dark clouds may hover, and sunshine may flee, 
 Still will I love thee, Bright Gem of the Sea. 
 
 Refrain. 
 
 Where waves the flag of green and gold 
 Her sons have died for, — young and old. 
 Emblem of Erin's pride and boast. 
 The flag her children love the most, 
 Her foes may tramp it in the dust. 
 Yet still we hope, and in God we trust. 
 'Twill wave as proudly as before, 
 The Saxons conquered her green shore. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 91 
 
 Green are thy mountains, and bright is thy shore, 
 Clear are thy song birds' sweet trill, as of yore. 
 Fair are thy maidens with love ever true. 
 And pure as the pearls of heaven's soft dew. 
 Ah ! never can I such glad scenes forget. 
 Or friends dearly lov 'd in youth I have met. 
 Fond memory may fade and life may soon flee, 
 Still will I love thee, Bright Gem of the Sea. 
 
 Refrain 
 
 Green Isle of Beauty, far, far o'er the sea, 
 How oft' do my thoughts now wander to thee. 
 Dear to my heart are the paths I have trod, 
 'er thy green valleys of shamrock crown *d sod. 
 Fairer than ever seems thy distant shore, 
 Lonely I'm waiting to see it once more. 
 Hoping, still hoping, where e'er I may roam, 
 Still to return to my dear Island home. 
 
 Refrain 
 
92 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 THE FLOWER OF LISMORE. 
 
 There is one for whom I'm longing far o'er the sea, 
 In sunshine and shadow her sweet face I see. 
 Since last 'neath the ivy crowned old cottage door, 
 I bid her farewell, and to Erin's green shore, 
 'Mid my labors of day and dreams of the night 
 Her bright eyes I see, bringing hope and delight. 
 I 'm yearning to see her, my loved one of yore. 
 The pride of my life, sweet flower of Lismore. 
 
 Refrain. 
 
 To Erin's green Isle o'er the ocean afar. 
 Now soon I'll be sailing to meet my life's star. 
 Shee '11 greet me I know with love tender and true 
 And cheer me as old with her sweet eyes of blue. 
 Youth's myrtle time hours shall return to us then, 
 And never, till death, shall we part e'er again. 
 Fair pride of my life, sweet Norena asthore, 
 For ever I'll love her, my flower of Lismore. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 93 
 
 Fair spring with its blossoms is smiling once more, 
 While here I am sighing, far, far from Lismore. 
 The flowers are blooming, and mocking bird trills 
 Are heard over valleys, the tree crests, and hills. 
 Sweet roses of summer may bloom and decay, 
 And youth's transient glory in time pass away, 
 Hope may flee from me, and I ne'er see her more. 
 Yet still will I love her. Sweet Flower of Lismore. 
 
 Eefrain 
 
94 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 MOTHER'S LULLABY. 
 
 Oft in the hush of the evening hour 
 
 When the silent shadows creep, 
 I think of the songs she sweetly sang 
 
 As she lull'd her boy to sleep. 
 A little lad with a tousled head 
 
 That she loved so well I know, 
 In the old brown house upon the hill 
 
 Where we dwelt so long ago. 
 
 Refrain. 
 
 Those childhood hours I'll ne'er forget, 
 
 Or the songs she sang to me. 
 In tender happy years long past 
 
 When she held me on her knee. 
 They linger in my memory yet. 
 
 Those sweet strains at eventide. 
 And ever 'till I'm called to rest, 
 
 In my heart shall they abide. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 95 
 
 sweet were the lullabys she sang, 
 
 The mother I loved so dear, 
 Where ever my wandering feet may stray 
 
 They will whisper words of cheer. 
 "Where ever my humble lot be cast 
 
 In moments of joy or pain, 
 For ever here while life may last 
 
 Shall I hear their sweet refrain. 
 
 Refrain 
 
96 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 MUSING. 
 
 In the evening, when the twilgiht 
 
 Of the summer day is past, 
 And the moon in sober splendor 
 
 O'er the earth her rays have cast. 
 Then I sit in silent longing, 
 
 Musing over times when she 
 In the eve of love's young dreaming. 
 
 Sat by the ceaseless moaning sea 
 
 And watched the twinkling stars with me. 
 
 Refrain 
 
 Dreaming, dreaming, the sweet sad hours away. 
 Watching, watching, the rippling breakers spray, 
 Hoping, hoping, beyond the stars to see 
 Visions of bliss for her and me. 
 
 Ever for her and me. 
 
 Every for her and me. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 97 
 
 Sadly the evening shadows fall 
 
 Where once all was bright and gay, 
 
 Lonely now sounds the night bird's song 
 As it sings at the close of day. 
 
 And sad is my heart with yearning, 
 For I linger alone where she 
 
 In the eve of love's young dreaming. 
 Sat by the ceaseless, moaning sea 
 And watched the twinkling stars with me, 
 
 Refrain 
 
 Only in dreams now come to me 
 
 The sound of her loving voice. 
 And sparkling eyes of heavens blue 
 
 That oft made my heart rejoice. 
 As I wait in vain her coming. 
 
 But, ah ! nevermore will she 
 In the summer's evening gloaming, 
 
 Sit by the ceaseless, moaning sea 
 
 And watch the twinkling stars with me. 
 
 Refrain 
 
98 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 O SING MY LOVE. 
 
 The golden sun has gone to rest, 
 
 The evening shades appear; 
 The moon is rising in the west 
 
 And stars are shining clear. 
 The night was made for song, my dear, 
 
 'Twill make my heart rejoice 
 As in the days of long ago, 
 
 "When first I heard your voice, 
 
 Refrain 
 
 To hear you sing again, my love 
 
 While the evening shadows play, 
 The songs endearing to my heart 
 
 As we linger on life's way. 
 When my hours of toil are over 
 
 Where I can rest care free, 
 then I long to hear you sing, 
 
 The dear old songs to me. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 99 
 
 They take me wandering far away 
 
 Beneath fair skies of blue, 
 To the quaint old village school house 
 
 Where first dear I saw you. 
 To the church across the river 
 
 Where you became my bride, 
 To happy hours I spent, my dear 
 
 When you were by my side. 
 
 Refrain 
 Then sing to me again, my love, etc. 
 
100 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 MARIANNA. 
 
 When twilight shades bedim the evening light, 
 And peeping shine the silver stars at night, 
 
 Then I linger all alone, 
 
 'Neath our dear old vine-clad home, 
 With many a longing thought my love for thee, 
 Marianna, whom I never more may see, 
 Marianna, more than all the world to me — 
 
 More than all the world to me. 
 
 Refrain 
 
 I dream of thee, my Marianna, 
 
 Light of my life thou wert to me. 
 My only love, my Marianna, 
 
 Ah, would that I again may see, 
 Wilt thou meet me, Marianna 
 
 When my spirit shall be free? 
 Wilt thou greet me, Marianna 
 
 When I cross life's mystic sea? 
 
 When I cross life's mystic sea? 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 101 
 
 The moon is shining o'er the murmuring sea 
 In sorrow I am longing now for thee. 
 
 As I gaze upon the skies, 
 
 Ever dreaming of thine eyes 
 That were more than all the stars of heav'n to 
 
 me. 
 Marianna, how I long, I long for thee 
 Marianna, more than all the world to me, 
 
 More than all the world to me. 
 
 Refrain 
 
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102 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 EILEEN ASTHORE. 
 
 Eileen my loved one of thee I am dreaming 
 
 Though far from the land where we first met 
 Asthore, 
 Thy sweet face I see and bright smile still beaming, 
 
 As first when I saw thee on Erin's green shore. 
 In all my roaming thy blue eyes are with me, 
 
 'Mid pleasure of day, or dreams of the night 
 Sparkling -with true love and sincere devotion, 
 
 Bringing joy to my heart and hope of delight, 
 I am yearning for thee, sweet loved one of yore 
 
 Thou fairest on earth to me, Eileen Asthore. 
 
 The bright days of spring time, pleasures are 
 bringing 
 
 While here I am longing to see thee once more, 
 The roses are blooming, song birds are singing 
 
 And soon I'll be leaving for Erin's green shore. 
 Since last we parted in love's joyous Maytime, 
 
 The years have been lonely to me, love since then. 
 Hope now returns to me, bright as the sunshine, 
 
 For soon I shall see thee, my darling again. 
 To be blessed with thy love through life evermore, 
 Fair pride of my heart, my sweet Eileen Asthore. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMOBIES. 103 
 
 WHERE KATHLEEN WAITS FOR ME. 
 
 In the silence of the dawning, 
 
 In the joyous month of May. 
 When the silver stars' soft paling, 
 
 Told the hour of coming day. 
 With gentle breeze and bright blue skies 
 
 In dear Erin's Isle so free, 
 I parted from my dear lov'd one, 
 
 Who has since been true to me. 
 
 Chorus 
 
 She is waiting for me there 
 With sweet blooming cheeks as fair. 
 As the lillies that bedeck the valley o'er 
 
 And I'll soon sail far away 
 
 To that home of early day. 
 Where dear Kathleen waits to greet me at 
 the door. 
 
 There in dreams I often wander 
 
 To my loved one o'er the sea. 
 Though 'tis long years since we parted, 
 
 Yet she's ever dear to me. 
 And in fancy now I see her 
 
 With sweet eyes of heaven's blue, 
 Waiting at the door to meet me 
 
 And the same love fond and true. 
 
104 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 Chorus 
 
 She is waiting for me there 
 
 With sweet blooming cheeks as fair 
 
 As the lillies that bedeck the valley o'er 
 
 And I'll bless the happy day 
 
 That shall take me far away, 
 To dear Kathleen who'll be mine for ever- 
 more. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 105 
 
 DREAMLAND IS CALLING. 
 
 Slumber Song No. 4 
 
 Drearaling is calling my baby dear, 
 
 Far away to realms of rest, 
 Night shades are falling, mother waits here 
 
 Come little babe to my breast. 
 Cling to me gently, darling so sweet 
 
 While stars are agleam we'll roam 
 There's rest in my arms for your weary feet 
 
 'Till the morn shall find us home. 
 
 Refrain 
 
 Come to the land of dreams with me 
 
 Come where there's sweet delight 
 Beyond the twinkling stars we'll rove 
 
 And pale luna's stars silver light. 
 And then we'll wander home again 
 
 With the golden dawn of day. 
 To sunshine hours, and blooming flowers 
 
 That cheer us on life's way. 
 
106 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 Fold your hands, little baby of mine 
 
 Close your eyelids my dearie, 
 Slumbering rest on mother's fond breast 
 
 There to never grow weary. 
 With twilight shades let us drift afar 
 
 Place your dimpled hands in mine 
 And I '11 be to you a guiding star, 
 
 'Till the morning's sun shall shine. 
 
 Refrain 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 107 
 
 ONLY A BABY'S SHOE. 
 
 Oft I sit in silent musing 
 
 While the waning embers glow, 
 Dreaming over golden memories 
 
 Of the far flown long ago. 
 When she my brown-eyed little babe, 
 
 In youthful pride and glee, 
 First wore this dainty little shoe, 
 
 That is so dear to me. 
 
 Refrain 
 
 Only a faded yellow shoe 
 
 My brown-haired ]\Iamie wore. 
 In happy days that long have passed 
 
 But come to me no more. 
 Only a tiny baby's shoe 
 
 Is all that 's left to see, 
 Of one who was my heart's delight 
 
 For now, she's gone from me. 
 
108 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 Only a little yellow shoe 
 
 But Ah how many a tear, 
 Do I recall since first I saw 
 
 That little thing so dear. 
 And now that faded golden gem 
 
 Is prized within my heart, 
 For ne'er again until life's eve 
 
 Shall it from me depart. 
 
 Refrain 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 109 
 
 ONLY A WITHERED SHAMROCK. 
 
 In Erin's Isle my native land 
 
 Where the river Shannon flows, 
 On the banks where bloom the heather, 
 
 And the flow 'ring shamrock grows. 
 And the song birds all the summer 
 
 Fill the air with mirthful glee, 
 There my thoughts to her oft wander 
 
 Who sent this gift to me. 
 
 Refrain 
 
 Only a withered shamrock 
 
 But to me it is more dear. 
 Than all the pearls and rubies 
 
 That the world could offer here — 
 For she who culled it in the dell, 
 
 In the green Isle o'er the sea 
 Was called beyond the stars to dwell. 
 
 And she's waiting there for me. 
 
110 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 In memory now I see her there 
 
 On that lonely springtime day, 
 When I said good bye Mavourneen 
 
 Oh for me my Kathleen pray. 
 Though now in sorrow we must part 
 
 'Tis for you I cross the foam, 
 I leave but soon I shall return 
 
 And then claim you for my own. 
 
 Refrain 
 
 Long years have come and gone since then, 
 
 And on each St. Patrick's day. 
 For her who sent that sKamrock dear 
 
 At the altar now I pray. 
 And ever there my thoughts will dwell 
 
 In that home down by the sea. 
 For her who culled this wayside gem 
 
 And with love sent it to me. 
 
 Refrain 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. Ill 
 
 MEMORIES OF ERIN. 
 
 There is a gren Isle far away 
 
 Soon my longing eyes will see, 
 Where my dear mother old and gray 
 
 Waits with patience now for me. 
 There now soon will I be sailing 
 
 To the land where shamrocks grow, 
 Where she blessed me when I parted 
 
 From her many years ago. 
 
 Refrain 
 
 In that Green Isle o'er the sea 
 Patient waits she there for me. 
 My dear mother old and gray 
 Praying for me night and day. 
 After many years have flown 
 Still she hopes to see her own, 
 Dear lov'd son return once more 
 To St. Patrick's blest green shore. 
 
112 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 In that dear far away gren Isle 
 
 She is waiting for me there. 
 She who nursed me in my childhood 
 
 And taught me my evening prayer. 
 She who loved me in my weakness 
 
 When my erring footsteps strayed, 
 And with her tender love forgave 
 
 All youths errors I have made. 
 
 Refrain 
 
THE TOT'S BIRTHDAY 
 PARTY 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 115 
 
 THE TOT'S BIRTHDAY PARTY. 
 
 The tots had been invited 
 
 To spend the day in play, 
 In honor of the fifth return 
 
 Of Mamie's natal day. 
 Six smiling little manly lads 
 
 And six bright little girls, 
 With ruby lips, and rosy cheeks, 
 
 In brown, and golden curls. 
 
 The hours passed in joyous play 
 
 In feasting and in song. 
 In merry games, of outdoor play, 
 
 Time's wing flew swift along. 
 The sun was setting in the west. 
 
 The games drew near a close. 
 When Anna said, "before we part 
 
 Now this I do propose. 
 
 Each one shall tell of something 
 
 That happened in the past 
 Jack must tell his story first 
 
 And mine shall be the last." 
 "0! yes, I'll speak for one and all," 
 
 Said Frank, ' ' won 't that be fine ? 
 A pleasant way to end our play 
 
 And this day's happy time." 
 
116 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 I WANT TO GO BACK. 
 
 Jack's Story 
 
 A bumble bee he stinged me once 
 
 When I was barefoot — on the toe 
 But I don't think about that much 
 
 'Cause that was more than month ago, 
 When I was up at Grandpa's house 
 
 Near Uncle Willie's on the farm. 
 And Dranmaw said she's kill that befe 
 
 And I 'd be free from harm. 
 
 Oh, I had lots and lots of fun 
 
 Up the 're that time at Grandpaw's 
 house, 
 And Grandma took me ridin' on her 
 back 
 And one'st I saw a little mouse. 
 But I was never scared a bit, 
 I just laughed, and laughed, 'cause 
 you see : 
 I knowed when I was on her back. 
 That mouse he couldn 't det at me. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 117 
 
 When Grandpaw'd go to get the cows 
 
 I 'd say, ' ' I want to go with you ' ' 
 And Grandpaw then was sure to say 
 
 "Ittle dearie you must come too." 
 And once I wanted for to milk 
 
 He said, ' ' Go milk the little calf, ' ' 
 But when that calf he runned away 
 
 My Grandpaw then how he did 
 laugh. 
 
 I'm lonesome ever since that time 
 
 Since I left my dear Grandpaw 's 
 house 
 So quiet 'tis since I came back 
 
 Don't even see a little mouse. 
 Mamma won't ride me on her back 
 
 Or let me pull my kittie's tail. 
 I want to go back there soon again 
 
 I'll jes send a letter by mail. 
 
118 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 UNCLE BEN. 
 
 Mary's Story 
 
 I'll just be four my next birthday 
 
 And brother Jack will son be three 
 He's little yet, but what you think 
 
 He says he'll soon be big as me. 
 I 'm going to school, did you know that 
 
 I started more than a month ago 
 And Mamma says if I am good 
 
 She'll buy a dolly's carriage, 0! 
 
 I'll just be good as I can be 
 
 And learn to read and how to spell. 
 I drawed a funny man one day 
 
 My teacher said I did it well. 
 But then she said, I just forgot 
 
 And didn't put no feet on him. 
 So then I went and put them on 
 
 And he just looked like Uncle Jim. 
 
 When Papa he wants any thing 
 
 I'm the first one for to fetch it 
 And something we want at the store 
 
 Little Jack he tries to get it. 
 Then Mamma says, "You let him go 
 
 He is but a little baby." 
 Then he gets proud, and says, "Oh, no 
 
 I'm not goin' to be a lady." 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 119 
 
 My Uncle Ben he came down once 
 
 And we had lots of fun that time 
 He brought us candy, brought me dolls 
 
 And jack would want his knees to 
 climb. 
 And I would want to play with him 
 
 He told such funny stories then. 
 I wish he'd come back soon again 
 
 'Cause he's my dearest Uncle Ben. 
 
120 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 GRANDMA'S GIRL. 
 
 Teresa's Story 
 
 I 'm Grandma 's girl, ! yes I am 
 And you would be so too, 
 
 If your Grandma was just like mine 
 And was so good to you. 
 
 When I go down with her to stay 
 I run right through the house 
 
 And she has never said to me 
 "To be still as a mouse." 
 
 Like Mamma does when I am home 
 And play with Billy Grady 
 
 For when I want to shout, she says 
 "0 dear, you'll wake the baby," 
 
 My Grandma never hides the jam 
 
 Or locks the pantry door. 
 The cookies and the ginger snaps 
 
 I just reach from the floor. 
 
 I get the best things for to eat 
 And she will play with me. 
 
 She never says I tire her 
 With questions — do you see. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 121 
 
 I like to live down at her house 
 She's the dearest one I know 
 
 I'll love dear Grandma all my life 
 Wherever I may go. 
 
122 WAYSIDE MEM0EIE8. 
 
 THE PEDDLER MAN. 
 
 Ernest's Story 
 
 One day last week I felt like fun. 
 
 Knew where to find an old tin pan 
 Then with a string I dragged it round 
 
 Just if I was a peddler man. 
 
 I loaded it 'fore I did start 
 
 With dollies, apples, marbles, books, 
 Tin pails, pokers, drum sticks, pie pans, 
 
 Old shoes, and Mama's button hooks. 
 
 And then I ran right through the house 
 And said, "What can I sell to-day?" 
 
 Then Mama said, "Stop, peddler man, 
 I want to buy a pound of hay." 
 
 And then I took a old tin can 
 
 And said, ' ' I think this goats will eat 
 
 It is the best hay I have got 
 
 For beasts that roam around the street." 
 
 Then she laughed and how she kissed me 
 And said, "You'll be a man some day 
 
 But if goods you sell, don't ever 
 Try to sell tin cans for hay." 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 123 
 
 MY BIRTHDAY. 
 
 Ada's Story 
 I had a birthday party once 
 
 That was I think when I was four. 
 The children all they bought me something 
 
 Down at Mr. Muldoon's store. 
 Fanny Gray she sent a dollie 
 
 'Cause she was sick and couldn't come 
 And Willie Lee came all alone 
 
 And brought a box of chewing gum. 
 
 Esther Paar and Nettie Needham 
 
 They came and brought me dollies, too; 
 And Jessie Shaw and Brother Ralph 
 
 A wagon and a cat could mew. 
 A picture book and box of paints, 
 
 A Chinese doll, and Brownie man 
 Was what I got from Faniiie Smith 
 
 Eliza Bayne, and Ed McCan. 
 
 Aunt Beck, a purse and silver dollar 
 Sent with little cousin Sammy 
 
 The money he took out and said, 
 
 ''I'll just keep this for sister Fanny." 
 
 And when the party it was over 
 
 Young Sam he climbed on a clothesrack 
 
 Then he fell and cried like thunder 
 And said, give me that purse back 
 I want it for my brother Jack." 
 
124 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 WHAT MAMA FOUND. 
 Bill's Story 
 
 My pockets ]\Iama searched one day 
 And this was what she found 
 
 A top, six marbles, piece of gum, 
 And stick, with string wrapped round. 
 
 A nickle watch, and brassy chain, 
 
 A knife with broken blade; 
 Five fish hooks tangled mong some 
 thread. 
 
 And whistle papa made. 
 
 A bubble pipe, made out of clay 
 
 A tiny metal gun 
 Good Santa Glaus at Ghristmas sent 
 
 That I might have some fun. 
 
 An apple that I could not eat 
 Don't think that this was all. 
 
 Some ginger snaps, — from dinner left 
 And worn out rubber ball. 
 
 A piece of chalk, a rubber doll; 
 
 How Mama laughed that day, 
 When last of all a hole she found 
 
 And said, "Go run and play." 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 125 
 
 THE TALE OF A WHALE. 
 
 Bob's Story 
 
 When he was only twelve years old 
 That he Avas then a sailor bold 
 Away up in the frigid zone 
 With not a friend to call his own 
 ''My Uncle says." 
 
 And that one day a great big whale 
 Swam 'round the ship with lashing tail 
 Then he at once got out his gun 
 And shot at it just for some fun 
 "My Uncle says." 
 
 Just then the whale sunk very nigh 
 And threw the ship away up high 
 He hit it with his awful snout 
 And Oh! how water it did spout 
 "My Uncle says." 
 
 And when that ship it did come down 
 There was no one who did not drown 
 Save now the one who tells this tale 
 About that most ferocious whale 
 "My Uncle says." 
 
126 WAYSIDE MEMOBIES. 
 
 And that he sprang on that whale's back 
 And tortured him with a big tack 
 Until that whale swam to the shore 
 Now he'll go whaling never more. 
 "My Uncle says." 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 127 
 
 AUNT MANEY. 
 
 Nellie's Story 
 
 I'm always glad when Mama says 
 
 Aunt Maney's coming down 
 She always has a smiling face 
 
 And never has a frown. 
 I like her best of all my aunts 
 
 Her bright blue eyes I see 
 I never can forget her looks 
 
 'Cause she's so good to me. 
 
 When she comes here she brings to me 
 
 New dresses three or four 
 And many other presents I 
 
 Could mention by the score. 
 I can't forget her while I live 
 
 So kind she's been and true 
 If every one had such an aunt 
 
 Would they not love her, too. 
 
 When she comes down, Oh ! we have fun 
 
 At our old farm house then, 
 She helps me go and get the cows 
 
 And watch old speckled hen 
 When she strays 'way among the sheaves 
 
 And lays eggs one by one. 
 I'm lonely when she's going away 
 
 And cry, — when she has gone. 
 
128 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 O'DONNELL'S HEN. 
 
 Frank's Story 
 
 My Uncle Jack he has a hen 
 But he don't ever lay no eggs 
 
 He only struts and walks around 
 Like a big lion, on four legs. 
 
 And he just thinks he owns the farm 
 The way he crows and looks around 
 
 As if he's waitin' for applause 
 
 From some new friend who may come 
 round. 
 
 My Uncle thinks that he is great 
 And that he is an awful wonder 
 
 For when he says, ' ' Now Jim speak loud, ' ' 
 That hen he then, crows like thunder. 
 
 But I was there the other day 
 
 And my, 0, my, how I did laugh, 
 
 O'Donnell's hen flied o'er the fence 
 And made ole Jim run like a calf. 
 
 And when I told my Uncle Jack 
 Soon as I saw him, down the lane, 
 
 ]\Iy Uncle said with a big laugh 
 "I guess O'Donnell's hen is game." 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 129 
 
 WHEN SANTA COMES. 
 
 Vera 's Story 
 
 The best thing I remember since 
 
 The day that I was born 
 Is when dear Santa Clans comes round 
 
 On every Christmas morn. 
 It is the time I long for most 
 
 The best time of the year, 
 Because I know he'll surely come 
 
 And bring me presents here. 
 
 Whenever I go, I'm certain 
 
 To hear that he's been there 
 With presents for the young and old 
 
 No matter when or where. 
 I like that time the best of all 
 
 It fills my heart with cheer 
 I'm glad it's coming soon again 
 
 So are, I think, all here. 
 
130 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 TEENY WEENY. 
 
 Jim's Story 
 
 Teeny Weeny 
 
 He's my brother 
 But folks all call him "Jim" 
 
 I guess it is because that I 
 Are great deal bigger 'n him. 
 
 When we both go out to play 
 
 Mother then is sure to say 
 "Teeny Weeny, you and Jim 
 
 Don't go very far away 
 Mamma '11 be uneasy," 
 
 Teeny Weeny 
 
 Me and William, 
 "Bill's" our biggest brother; ( 
 
 Just when we are playin' ball 
 That's when I hear Mother, 
 
 Callin' from the kitchen door 
 
 "Boys, you can't play any more. 
 Teeny Weeny, Jim and Bill, 
 
 Hurry home, it's gettin' late 
 Lil' boys should be in bed." 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 131 
 
 Teeny Weeny 
 
 Me and William, 
 I wish that we were big. 
 
 Then we wouldn't be such trouble 
 To our mother all the time. 
 
 Mamma then would never say 
 
 "Boys, you can't go out to play 
 Teeny Weeny, Jim, and Bill." 
 
 I '11 be glad when that time comes 
 So will Bill, and Teeny Weeny. 
 
132 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 THE TALE OF A COMET. 
 
 Anna's Story 
 
 One night he came into our store 
 And he related o'er and o'er, 
 The great calamity was to be 
 That all then living soon would see, 
 Our neighbor Mr. Wiseman said. 
 
 There's going to be an awful crash 
 And then we '11 never need no cash 
 When the tail of Halley's comet 
 
 Hits the earth and we're thrown 
 from it, 
 
 Our neighbor Mr. Wiseman said. 
 
 It's yet ten million miles away 
 But travelling faster every day 
 'Twill hit us sure three weeks from 
 
 now 
 One night with sorrow shaded brow. 
 Our neighbor Mr. Wiseman said. 
 
 Ye sinners of the earth prepare 
 For your last days are drawing near 
 We'd hear him shout then heave a 
 
 sigh 
 The end, the end is drawing night, 
 Our neighbor Mr. Wiseman said. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 133 
 
 I smell sulphuric smoke tonight 
 won't that be an awful sight 
 Tomorrow noon will be our last 
 Oh, how I wish the misery past, 
 Our neighbor Mr. Wiseman said. 
 
 I'll dig a cave deep in the ground 
 Away from every earthly sound, 
 Then I'll be free from any harm 
 And care not for the comet's storm, 
 Our neighbor Mr. Wiseman said. 
 
 Torrents of rain fell down that 
 
 night 
 And, ! next day he was a sight 
 When by the workmen he was found 
 And taken from that caved-in ground. 
 Ain't I a fool? poor Wiseman said. 
 
 From whence it came no one can say 
 Or where it went in space away 
 Beyond the eyes of mortal ken 
 But to return, perchance again 
 Proving God 's wondrous power to men. 
 
134 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 Then little Mamie's voice was heard 
 And these words she did say: 
 
 Before you leave for home tonight 
 
 I want you all to hear 
 A story from my Uncle Frank, 
 
 Who dwells not far from here. 
 He tells a new one every time 
 
 I sit upon his knee 
 The one he tells tonight I know 
 
 Will please you all and me. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 135 
 
 THE MYSTIC KING. 
 Uncle Frank's Story 
 
 There is a King that reigns supreme 
 O'er all this wonderous mundane sphere, 
 
 Who keeps a vigil day and night 
 O'er all his faithful subjects here. 
 
 He comes with the last soft evening ray 
 
 And first faint gleam of each golden day 
 Sent with fond love from realms of blest 
 Bringing to all sweet peaceful rest. 
 
 He is beloved from pole to pole 
 His subjects dwell in every land, 
 
 O'er all he has complete control 
 And all obey at his command. 
 
 He rules with gentle loving power 
 
 Each one will say 'till their last hour, 
 And all alike, both friend and foe 
 Will welcome him where e'er they go. 
 
 He greets each babe at close of eve 
 Crooning his sweet love trilling lays 
 
 That bring to all who bear his voice 
 The gladsome hope of brighter days. 
 
 Each echo of his magic song 
 
 Cheer all our lives on earth along, 
 And children fair, bow low to greet 
 This King, — with mystic dreams so sweet. 
 
136 WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 
 
 He charms the sable night away 
 When grief afflicts a suffering breast, 
 
 Relieves our anguish and despair 
 
 And brings to all sweet soothing rest. 
 
 His generous gifts with lavish hand 
 
 He gives to all o'er sea and land, 
 And friendless find in him a friend 
 Ever until life's journeys end. 
 
 His stealthy tread has ne'er been heard, 
 'Tis silent as the evening star 
 
 That twinkles from the vault above 
 And sends its light from realms afar. 
 
 He comes unbidden in disguise 
 
 With rest for all earth's weary eyes, 
 Casting our cares from earth away 
 'Till morning of each newborn day. 
 
 He clasps each one with welcome hand 
 From infant dawn to ages eve. 
 
 And welcomes all to his famed land 
 That all his bounties may receive. 
 
 Pure as the stars in heaven that gleam 
 
 And pure as the joys on earth we dream 
 Are all all the blessing we should prize 
 That come from his alluring eyes. 
 
WAYSIDE MEMORIES. 137 
 
 This mystic King of which we sing, 
 That lures each one with magic hand 
 
 Now to you all his name we bring 
 He is the King of Slumberland. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 139 
 
 TODAY. 
 
 To every one this day God sent 
 
 That we may use for or ill 
 It may be crowned with clouds of gray 
 And path of thorns where we must stray, 
 
 Or skies of blue that e'er proclaim 
 
 The wonders of His Holy Name 
 Then let your heart in sweet content 
 
 Dwell in the glories of His will. 
 
140 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 CHRISTMAS DAY. 
 
 Let all the world rejoice this day 
 And to our Blessed Saviour pray 
 Let all the world rejoice and find 
 In Him, Redeemer of mankind. 
 
 Give praise to Him this Christmas day 
 Whose love can guide us on life's way. 
 Give praise to Him whose love alone 
 Can guide us to God's Holy throne. 
 
 And let us every Christmas time 
 Pay homage at His Holy shrine 
 As did the Wise Men of the East 
 Who worshipped first at His birth feast. 
 And let our prayers repeat again — 
 Peace to all earth, Good will to men. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 141 
 
 LIFE ETERNAL. 
 
 The flowers bloom with balmy spring 
 
 And cheer the summer night and day 
 With fragrance which they ever bring 
 
 'Till winter's frost bear them away, 
 But in the May, when song birds sing, 
 
 They come again with fragrant breath, 
 So may life's round of seasons bring 
 
 Eternal life to me from death. 
 
142 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 A CHILD'S PRAYER. 
 
 Father in heaven lead me each day 
 Ever through life Thy own dear way, 
 And when I'm tempted to do wrong 
 O Blessed Saviour makes me strong. 
 
 Life's labour help me here fulfill 
 And be submissive to Thy will. 
 If sorrows come help me them bear 
 With Thy unbounded loving care. 
 
 Vouchsafe that I shall ever do 
 The things that keep me pure and true, 
 And when in danger make me brave 
 For Thou alone my soul can save. 
 
 Give strength to do the best I know 
 Through all my life in weal or woe. 
 And when my fleeting years are past. 
 Grant that I dwell with Thee at last. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 143 
 
 A MORNING PRAYER. 
 
 ^'My voice shalt Thou hear in the morn- 
 ing. Lord; in the morning will I 
 direct prayer unto Thee, and will look 
 up." Ps. 5:3. 
 
 Father in Heaven, bless I pray, 
 M^y humble efforts of this day. 
 Be Thou my Hope and daily Guide 
 Where e'er my wandering feet abide. 
 And lead me Thy dear gentle way 
 That I from Thee may never stray 
 And in life's end, grant that I share 
 Thy holy Love, and Heavenly care. 
 
144 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 AN EVENING PRAYER. 
 
 Evening, and morning, and at noon, will 
 I pray, and cry aloud, and He shall 
 hear my voice. Psm's 55.17. 
 
 Lord accept my contrite heart 
 
 For blessings Thou this day hath sent, 
 And grant Thy love may ne'er depart 
 
 And I will dwell in sweet content. 
 Help me renounce the tempter's power, 
 
 And Thy dear Holy Name revere, 
 And love Thee more each golden hour 
 
 Then for the past I'll have no fear 
 But ever trust in Thy dear love 
 Who reigns supreme in Heaven above. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 145 
 
 MY SOLACE. 
 
 My Saviour to Thee may I ever be true, 
 Over valleys of green or waters of blue. 
 Where e'er I may wander in gladness or woe 
 Grant that I may love Thee, — where ever I go. 
 
 Though afflictions may come to sorrow my heart, 
 May Thy loving grace from me never depart 
 Where duty shall call me o'er life's troubled sea 
 My only fond Hope may Thy name ever be. 
 
 The burdens of life that may seem hard to bear, 
 Kind blessings will be if Thou help me them share. 
 There is no afifliction can e'er be too sore 
 But Thy precious grace and sweet love can restore. 
 
 I plead for the love of Thy dear sacred heart, 
 All needs of my life, it alone can impart 
 Thou wilt not refuse if I trust 'till life's end, 
 O blessed Redeemer, my Saviour and Friend. 
 
146 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 LOVE DIVINE. 
 
 Thou who art all Love Divine 
 
 Joy of heav'n this day come down, 
 Make our hearts Thy sacred dwelling 
 
 And Thy gracious mercies crown. 
 Thou who hast, so much compassion, 
 
 Our unbounded hope Thou art. 
 Dwell within us loving Saviour 
 
 Enter every contrite heart. 
 
 Bestow on us Thy lasting grace 
 
 Ever 'till our latest breath. 
 Let us Thy sweet love inherit 
 
 During life and after death. 
 Lead us in the path of virtue. 
 
 Free us from sin's withering stain. 
 Be ever with us loving Saviour 
 
 For our soul's eternal gain. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 147 
 
 GIVE PRAISE TO HIM. 
 Psalm XLVII. 6. 7. 
 
 Sing praises to God, sing praises : 
 
 Sing praises unto our King, sing praises. 
 
 For God is the King of all the earth -. 
 Sing ye praises with understanding. 
 
 Praise ye the name of God our King 
 Rejoice this day to heaven and sing, 
 Give praise to That dear Holy Name 
 Our souls redeemed from sin and shame. 
 And all the blessings He hath sent 
 To help relieve life's discontent. 
 Great is the Lord and great His power 
 Remember this till life's last hour. 
 
 Praise Him with all thy heart and soul 
 For He alone can make thee whole. 
 Give praise with instruments of song 
 To God alone doth praise belong. 
 Our bleeding wounds He'll surely bind 
 And in His love sweet solace find 
 For all the ills that life attend 
 In Him we'll find a fostering friend. 
 
148 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 Sing praises to our Heavenly Lord 
 And trust in His almighty word. 
 Fear not the ill of life's last smart, 
 The meek He lifeth with fond heart. 
 As water is to withering flower 
 So is His love in life's last hour. 
 No one to Him did ever plead 
 But found a trusting friend indeed. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 149 
 
 O BLESSED NAME. 
 
 To Thee our sorrows now we bring 
 Blessed Name, our Heavenly King. 
 In all our trials here below 
 Our faithful friend in weal or woe, 
 This day we ask with hope sincere, 
 Thou It grant to all poor sinners here 
 Sweet blessings from Thy throne above 
 And Thy undying, faithful Love. 
 
 O Blessed Name there 's none more dear, 
 To every wandering pilgrim here. 
 Glad tidings it can e'er impart 
 To every suffering human heart 
 Wliere e'er we linger on life's way 
 And toil until life's closing day. 
 If we but trust until the end 
 And seek Thee as our Guiding friend. 
 
 Blessed Name for evermore 
 May Thou our sinful souls restore 
 To Thy forgiving grace and love 
 That we may see Thy face above, 
 And may Thy Name a guiding light 
 Be to all sinners, day and night, 
 And all on earth Thy name proclaim 
 Our Heavenly King, Blessed Name. 
 
150 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 HYMN TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 From morning's waking hour to slumbering night 
 
 Blissful Star, thou art my hope 's delight, 
 
 1 long to sing and praise they holy name 
 Whose Heavenly aid was ne'er invoked in vain. 
 Help me my burden bear of sin and grief 
 
 Mary Mother come to my relief, 
 When temptation's darkening clouds oppress 
 Be thou a faithful guide in my distress. 
 Contentment to my yearning spirit give 
 Mother of God defend me while I live. 
 
 My earthly cares oppress and hourly grieve 
 Mother of Mercy may thy soul conceive 
 A truant pilgrim in desponding sin, 
 Illume my faith that I may follow Him. 
 Let thou but hear my pleading prayer to thee 
 And in thy mercy do thou grant to me 
 Thy boundless grace to do His holy will 
 With patient meekness and keep striving till 
 My Loving Saviour calls my soul away 
 Mother of God assist me then I pray. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 151 
 
 A CHRISTMAS CAROL. 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, on Christmas morn, 
 A Saviour to the world was born. 
 Sing anthems to high heaven above 
 Praise God, for His almighty love. 
 Who sent the Jesus child to save, 
 And lead our souls beyond the grave. 
 There's joy in heaven, rejoice on earth 
 This glorious day that gave Him birth. 
 
 Be merry on this happy day 
 Drive sorrow from thy heart away. 
 Our blessed Lord will gladly bear 
 Place all thy troubles in His care. 
 Trust thou in His all powerful love 
 To send thee blessings from above. 
 He'll free thee from all sin and grief 
 And to thy soul send sweet relief. 
 
 Praise holy Mary who hath won 
 Through Jesus, her redeeming Son 
 A victory over death and sin, 
 For all who place their trust in Him. 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 Ye who partake of that great host 
 And let fond love all hearts adorn 
 On this and every Christmas morn. 
 
]52 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 A PRAYER. 
 
 Father of Light in heaven above 
 Grant me this day Thy sacred love 
 That I may ever trust in Thee 
 Who hast through life protected me, 
 And ne'er a sinner will disclaim 
 Who pleadeth to Thy Holy Name. 
 I wander far in sin from Thee 
 loving Saviour help Thou me. 
 And be my Guiding Star each day 
 That henceforth I may never stray 
 From Thy All Seeing loving sight, 
 Thy bounteous grace and Heavenly light 
 That circleth Thy most Holy form. 
 Be Thou my Hope in life's last storm, 
 And when sin's luring witching voice 
 Come to mine ears bid me rejoice 
 That I with power divine from Thee 
 May ever say depart from me. 
 Thy noxious evil, flee my sight 
 For God, my refuge is tonight. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 153 
 
 MY PRAYER. 
 
 Grant to a sinning soul's appeal 
 
 Lord this humble plea, 
 
 And in Thy mercy may Thou grant 
 My pleading pray'r to Thee. 
 
 My soul's desire, sacred Name 
 
 1 now instrust to Thee, 
 
 And hope Thy patient loving heart 
 Shall ne'er refuse to me. 
 
 Thy bounteous grace I humbly crave 
 From Thee Lord this day 
 
 In Thee alone my erring soul 
 Shall hope where e'er I stray. 
 
 And may Thy Sacred Heart divine 
 Grant from Thy Throne above 
 
 To my poor sinning soul while here 
 Thy all forgiving love. 
 
 In Thee alone Blessed Name 
 When grief afflicts my heart 
 
 ]\Iy only trust I place in Thee 
 To help me bear a part. 
 
154 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 And when life's waning hour's cast 
 Their shadows 'round my door 
 
 Bo to my soul a guiding Light 
 Jesus, I implore. 
 
 Thy Name most dear to human heart 
 To souls a trusting friend, 
 
 May it be last upon my lips 
 When here my sorrows end. 
 
 Sweet Name of Love, who died for all 
 
 That sinners be forgiven, 
 Grant to all errings souls below 
 
 Eternal rest in heaven. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. lt>{ 
 
 TRUST IN HIM. 
 
 O^er the sacrifice of righteousness 
 and put your trust in the Lord. 
 Psalms IV. 5. 
 
 Banish care and sullen frowns 
 
 Let thy thoughts more cheerful be, 
 Heaven yet may have a crown, 
 
 For a mortal such as thee. 
 He will grant thee His dear love, 
 
 Free thy burdenered soul from sin 
 If when pain and sorrow come 
 
 Thou wilt place thy trust in Him. 
 
 When thy griefs are hard to bear 
 
 Let thy faith confiding be 
 Trust in Him who wilt them share 
 
 Light the burden then for thee. 
 He will send thee guiding light 
 
 If thou asketh from thy heart 
 Patient be through all thy life 
 
 Trust in Him, to bear a part. 
 
156 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 In the time of direful need 
 
 If to Him thou fervent pray 
 He will prove a friend indeed 
 
 Send thee hopes bright cheering ray, 
 And when lonely shadows fall 
 
 'Round thy life's declining hour 
 And thy waning sight grows dim 
 
 Trust in His safe guiding power. 
 
 Sigh not for fortune's favoring smile 
 
 It leaves its victims oft to weep, 
 His redeeming smile will guide 
 
 Where Thou canst rest in blissful 
 sleep. 
 And lead thy soul beyond the gloom 
 
 To mansions blest far from the skies 
 Into the Light, beyond the tomb 
 
 To dwell with Him in Paradise. 
 
DEVOTIONAL BHYMES. 157 
 
 THE UNSPOKEN PRAYER. 
 
 Weary from the toil of day, 
 Unworthy and unfit to pray, 
 
 I will but fold my hands 
 And in humility entreat 
 
 To Him who understands. 
 The weakness of our human flesh. 
 
 The lack of faith that makes us 
 weak, 
 Tonight my languid lips are dumb 
 
 Hear Thou Lord what I would 
 speak. 
 
 A pilgrim toiling day by day 
 Over life's weary, rugged way 
 
 With sinful soul apprest, 
 A truant seeking love and peace 
 
 On the bosom of Thy breast. 
 To Thy sweet, gentle, loving ear 
 
 Voiceless I send my prayer 
 To where Thou art enthroned above 
 
 Trusting still, Thy love to share. 
 
158 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 O LORD, WE PLEAD TO THEE. 
 
 Thou who art our daily friend 
 In whom alone we can depend 
 To guide us 'till our life shall end 
 We plead Lord to Thee. 
 
 Too oft we err and go astray 
 Afar from Thee and wisdom's way 
 And heaven's gentle guiding ray 
 When we should trust in Thee. 
 
 We weary often in the race 
 When distant seems our destined place 
 And fainting we mistrust Thy grace 
 Forgetting all of Thee. 
 
 Temptations often make us bold 
 And to Thy cross Ave fail to hold, 
 Yet may Thy loving arms infold 
 And lead us back to Thee. 
 
 And when our last dread hour is near 
 When all the past shall then appear 
 To us, may we have no fear 
 But ever trust in Thee. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 159 
 
 O SACRED HEART. 
 
 A Prayer 
 
 "We love and honor Thy dear Holy Name 
 
 Where e'er our lot be east each golden day, 
 It drives away all sorrow and all fear 
 
 And lights our dreary path along life's way. 
 A beacon light that shines where e'er we stray 
 
 To guide us safely o'er life's mystic sea 
 A star that guides the ever pure in heart 
 
 And leads our souls to heaven — and to Thee. 
 
160 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 A CHRISTMAS HYMN. 
 
 To THE Sacred Heart 
 
 We offer praise to Thy dear Holy Name 
 
 This Christmas day our Lord and Heavenly King. 
 Who lived and died for every one and all 
 
 To Thee on high our humble prayer we sing. 
 Who hast all power on earth and Heaven above 
 Grant that we share in Thy dear Holy Love, 
 And that our sinful past be all forgiven, 
 In mercy hear our plea, this day in Heaven. 
 
 Refrain 
 
 Heart of Jesus guard our footsteps 
 
 From sinful snares keep us free. 
 Guide us ever loving Saviour 
 
 Where Thy redeeming face we'll see. 
 
 Where Thy redeeming face we'll see. 
 
 We sing in praise of Thy dear Holy Name 
 
 This morning of Thy birth Sacred Heart. 
 Our humble prayer this day Lord receive 
 
 And grant Thy Love from us may ne'er depart. 
 For ever in Thy Blessed Name we'll find 
 Sweet solace for all ills of soul and mind. 
 If we but seek Thee through sweet fervent prayer 
 In Heaven at last may we Thy Blessings share. 
 
 Refrain 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 161 
 
 LOVE. 
 
 The world loves all who are pure and brave 
 
 And the one who is ever true. 
 Who freely gives the best he can 
 
 Ah ! no more can be asked of you. 
 If love you give, to your heart will flow 
 
 In the time of its direful need, 
 The love of Him in Heaven above. 
 
 Who hath faith in your word and deed. 
 
162 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 FAITH. 
 
 There is no grief which can shade any brow- 
 There is no wish but Heaven can answer now 
 If we have faith in Him who dwelleth there 
 And trust in His almighty power through prayer. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 163 
 
 HYMN TO THE SACRED HEART. 
 
 O Sacred Heart in heaven above 
 
 On whom enraptured angels gaze, 
 We plead to Thee for Thy dear love 
 
 And sing this day our humble praise. 
 Poor exiles in this vale of tears, 
 
 Be Thou to us a guiding ray, 
 And cleanse us with Thy precious blood 
 
 Where e'er our footsteps lightly stray. 
 
 Chorus 
 
 Sacred Heart, Love Divine 
 From Satan's power keep us free 
 
 And make our hearts akin to Thine 
 That we may ever worthy be 
 To dwell at last in Heav'n with Thee. 
 
 Sacred Heart, while heaven 's bright sphere 
 
 Proclaim the glories of Thy birth, 
 Lamb of God ! meek victim slain, 
 
 We too adore Thee here on earth. 
 And with the heaven's exulting host 
 
 Shall we Thy name for e'er adore 
 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 
 Until our dreams shall be no morp 
 
 Chorus 
 
164 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 AVE MARIA. 
 
 Thy love blessed mother 
 
 Maria I crave 
 From trials and sorrow 
 
 It will shield me and save, 
 list to the pleading 
 
 Of a sinner's weak voice 
 Grant thou but this blessing 
 
 That my soul may rejoice. 
 
 Maria my mother 
 
 Ever guide me I pray 
 All the years of my life 
 
 'Till my last parting day, 
 Through sunshine and darkness 
 
 Where on earth I may stray 
 Lead me gentle mother 
 
 In Thy own loving way. 
 
 Maria my mother 
 
 May I never depart 
 From the true path of virtue 
 
 Is the hope of my heart, 
 Then grant me thy guidance 
 
 From above now I pray 
 That I may be faithful 
 
 To my Lord every day. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 165 
 
 OUR LADY QUEEN OF MAY. 
 
 Merciful Mother Queen of May 
 Hear thou my pleading prayer today, 
 Refuse not this my humble plea 
 But in thy mercy grant to me, 
 Dear gentle mother ever kind 
 Whose love for all is unconfined. 
 
 Be thou my faithful daily guide 
 'er every thought and step preside, 
 Be thou my light and lead the way 
 That I may never go astray, 
 Keep thou on me thine eyes of love 
 And bless me from thy home above. 
 
 Grant to me thy shielding power 
 Assist me in my life's last hour, 
 Guide me through all the darks of space 
 That I may see my Father's face. 
 And plead to thy dear Son for me 
 Who died for all on Calvary. 
 
 Refuse not my beseeching voice 
 That in His love I may rejoice, 
 And in life's end that I may share 
 His smile of love for sinners there, 
 In that eternal home of rest 
 Amid the righteous ever blest. 
 
166 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 HYMN TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN. 
 
 At waking morn, — at noon, — at hush of eve 
 
 Sweet Orb of Dawn, my humble prayer receive, 
 
 Let not thy mercy my poor soul disclaim 
 
 As it appeals unto thy Holy name; 
 
 Help me to bear my load of torturing grief 
 
 And to my suppliant soul grant thou relief, 
 
 Dispel temptations that so sore oppress 
 
 And shield me from their torments and distress 
 
 I crave the boon, which thou alone canst lend 
 
 Mother of God thy gracious mercy send. 
 
 Oppressed and haunted by embittering cares 
 Holy One perceive thy suppliant's tears, 
 A hapless wanderer turn my erring feet 
 Where I thy Son's redeeming smile shall meet. 
 Thou wilt not turn from my beseeching voice 
 Grant then my prayer that my poor soul rejoice 
 In the assurance that thy boundless Grace 
 Shall guide me on to see my Saviour's face 
 ']\rong the redeem 'd from sin's apprehension free 
 Mother of God, grant this thy suppliant's plea. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 167 
 
 AVE MARIA. 
 
 Ave Maria, my humble prayer receive, 
 
 To thee I plead with longing heart today, 
 From sin's temptation be my protecting shield 
 
 Where e'er on earth my wandering footsteps stray. 
 Reign o'er my heart and keep it pure 
 
 And lead me from the paths of sin, 
 Hear my pleading voice, Mother of Mercy I crave 
 
 That my poor soul rejoice beyond the grave, 
 Virgin Mother from thy throne in bliss above 
 
 Grant this my prayer to thee and thy dear love. 
 Ave a\Iaria, Ave Maria. 
 
 Ave Maria, ^Mother to thee I pray 
 
 That thou through life my guiding star may be. 
 Guide, gently guide me in God's dear holy way 
 
 Until I cross life's dark, broad, silent sea. 
 Dwell in my heart and keep it pure 
 
 And free from stains of mortal sin, 
 Hear my pleading voice, Mother of Mercy I crave 
 
 That my poor soul rejoice beyond the grave, 
 Virgin Mother from thy throne in bliss above 
 
 Grant this my prayer to thee and thy dear love. 
 Ave Maria, Ave Maria. 
 
168 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 A PRAYER TO THE SACRED HEART. 
 
 Forgive the past, forgive I pray 
 And lead me on in Thy dear way, 
 Bless all my efforts to fulfill 
 The precepts of Thy Holy will. 
 Humbly Sacred Heart to Thee 
 This day I plead on bended knee. 
 
 Satan with all his luring charms 
 Pursues me with relentless arms 
 Grant me power where e'er I stray 
 To spurn his wiles, and grace to pray 
 To Thee Sacred Heart, to Thee 
 Thou who alone canst comfort me. 
 
 Redeem my soul from bonds of sin 
 That I Thy Holy Love may win. 
 
 shield me from the serpent's dart 
 And give me refuge in Thy Heart. 
 
 1 plead Sacred Heart to Thee 
 Refuse not this, my humble plea. 
 
DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 169 
 
 A PASSING THOUGHT. 
 
 The past is gone, and it will come no more 
 Grieve not for it, or shed one silent tear, 
 
 Dead are they now as ashes in an urn 
 
 Never, Oh never to again return 
 
 The cherished joys, that memory may hold dear. 
 
 Time 's fleeting years glide quickly from our view 
 
 Life 's youthful days pass from us with a sigh, 
 As murmuring waves that kiss the sea beach shore 
 Breathing their doleful sounds of nevermore, — 
 Shall they return to greet, both you or I. 
 
 Where have they gone ? alas ! no one can tell 
 
 In dreams we see them through our mist of tears. 
 As sea birds flying o'er the trackless foam 
 Shoreward seeking a resting place and home 
 Their memories throb, through life's uncertain 
 years. 
 
 Past is no more, the future holds more dear 
 And sweeter joys than we can e'er recall, 
 If we are faithful through sorrow and strife 
 Placing our trust in the Giver of Life 
 Light that's Eternal will shine over all. 
 
170 DEVOTIONAL RHYMES. 
 
 HOPE. 
 
 There is blue behind the shaded sky- 
 When the sun hides his face away, 
 
 And though clouds look dark they soon will pass 
 With the dawn of another day. 
 
 Then place your trust in the light of hope 
 If your path through life is drear, 
 
 And ever you'll find that the Hope of Life 
 Will comfort your sorrows here. 
 
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