Mildred 
 
MILDRED 
 
 BY 
 JOSEPH W. LANGElNBAGH 
 
 AUTHOR OF 
 
 "lloward-Maybelle", "My Weapon is that 
 Dream", "My Fair Ideal", "The Rose and 
 the Snowball", "The Rejoicing of My Soul" 
 
 

 COPYRIGHT 
 
 BY 
 
 JOSEPH W. LAN GEN BACH 
 
 BENTON HARBOR, MICH. 
 192 1 
 
 PRINTED BY BANNER-REGISTER CO, 
 
 BENTON HARBOR. MICH. 
 
 DEC 14 1921 
 
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DEDICATED 
 
 To one whom I rocked in the cradle, 
 
 To the first born for me to love, 
 The child of a beautiful mother, 
 Who has gone to her home above. 
 
 To my only, my precious daughter 
 Let me bow as I meditate, 
 
 And mid emblems of love in showers 
 This production I dedicate. 
 
 I carried a babe to the altar. 
 
 To the loving arms of the dean ; 
 
 Whispered my name in the feminine, 
 She was christened as Josephine. 
 
CHAPTER I 
 
 In eighteen hundred and fifty-two 
 Tears were shed in the fatherland 
 
 For Heinrich, a son of royal birth 
 Was holding his bride by the hand. 
 
 And was standing before his father 
 With her, wed for better or worse, 
 
 And was asking from him a blessing, 
 But instead he received a curse. 
 
 A curse was pronounced upon Heinrich, 
 A curse upon Heinrich's young wife 
 
 With a v/ish that sorrow and trouble 
 Should be heaped upon them through 
 life. 
 
MILDRED 
 
 And a father's heart was not softened, 
 Though the tears were falling like 
 rain, 
 
 And the two bound in love together 
 Before him, were pleading in vain. 
 
 But that old father's wrath was kindled 
 And the flames devoured and tore 
 
 All his reason and better judgment 
 To return to him never more. 
 
 Void ol love and of understanding, 
 lie drove from his home and his life 
 
 To meet no more this side of the tomb 
 His son, Heinrich, and Heinrich's 
 wife. 
 
MILDRED 
 
 But to Heinrich in tribulation 
 An invisible, pointing hand 
 
 Directed him over the waters 
 To America, Freedom's land. 
 
 Where the eagle v^ill soar forever, 
 
 Where forever stars and stripes wave, 
 Where nation bows not to kings en- 
 throned 
 But to those who are good and brave. 
 
CHAPTER II 
 
 In the panorama before me 
 I can see a tie torn in twain, 
 
 I can see a link that is broken 
 And affections forever slain. 
 
 I can see the innocent, tortured, 
 
 Grinning faces watching them weep ; 
 
 I can see the lash of the mighty 
 Into human flesh cutting deep. 
 
 I can see a stream that is flowing 
 Looking over the tide of years. 
 
 And I weep, because its origin 
 
 And its source is from human tears. 
 
MILDRED 
 
 I can see a wife that is clinging 
 To her husband but newly wed ; 
 
 I can see how sadness reigns within 
 Two hearts from which gladness has 
 fled. 
 
 I can see a grey haired father stand, 
 
 I can read his features tonight, 
 One who is just in his own conceit, 
 But unjust in his Maker's sight 
 
 I can see a grand old German town 
 On the banks of the river Rhine, 
 
 And valleys I see with trees of fruit 
 While the hillsides are bearing wine. 
 
MILDRED 
 
 I see a mansion with towers high 
 In a garden of perfume rare ; 
 
 I see a fond mother shedding tears 
 For her son is no longer there. 
 
 And looking down the river I see 
 A home humble and desolate, 
 
 For the father's pride and mother's 
 hope 
 Hath gone forward to meet her fate. 
 
 Now the curtain falls on my vision 
 While my heart is still filled with 
 pain, 
 
 But swiftly again it is lifted, 
 And the scene is a railway train. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 Carrying Heinrich and Heinrich's wife 
 To the mighty Atlantic shore. 
 
 Tomorrow they say a last farewell 
 To a land they will see no more. 
 
 And on the face of the mighty deep, 
 
 On the deck of a ship I see 
 The brave boy Heinrich beside his wife, 
 
 And a shadow falls over me. 
 
CHAPTER III 
 
 I would never censure the dreamer 
 Who builds castles grand in the air, 
 
 For in fancy he floats above us 
 And the world to him is more fair. 
 
 I would never censure the dreamer, 
 Who rides on the clouds in the sky, 
 
 Who weeps not because he is mortal, 
 Nor doth question the reason why. 
 
 I would bow low before the dreamer, 
 His hand would I clasp in my own ; 
 
 And look backward through all the ages 
 To behold the known and unknown. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 And to fairyland with the dreamer 
 On excursions Fd love to go, 
 
 To bring back the perfume of roses 
 As a balm to all earthly woes. 
 
 I would visit all tribes and nations 
 I would linger with the oppressed, 
 
 Then return to my native country, 
 The States, which from Heaven are 
 blest. 
 
 And on American, Hawkeye soil, 
 I would build there a tower grand, 
 
 And from it unfurl the stars and stripes, 
 The pride of our liberty land. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 The flag for which our fathers did die, 
 And to which their sons will be true, 
 
 The flag for which our lives we would 
 give 
 Clad in garments of union blue. 
 
 The flag which providence lifted tip, 
 That those who are sorely oppressed 
 
 Might behold the grandeur, faith and 
 love 
 Of our Union and then be blest. 
 
 A Union strong and mighty in war ; 
 
 We cling not to steel that will rust. 
 For behold, we have upon our coin 
 
 Stamped the motto, 'In God We 
 Trust." 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 This motto we wield as our weapon, 
 So long as within us is life. 
 
 It is our consolation in peace 
 
 And our mighty weapon in strife. 
 
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CHAPTER IV 
 
 Let me sing of the mighty river 
 
 That flows from the north to the 
 south, 
 And tell that its laughing waters kiss 
 Their banks from its source to its 
 mouth. 
 
 The beautiful father of waters 
 As it onward flows to the sea 
 
 With its gentleness and its grandeur 
 Doth not fail to inspire me. 
 
 On the banks of the Mississippi 
 I have often sat down to dream, 
 
 And the breezes laden with perfume 
 Fanned my brow, as they crossed 
 that stream. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 And beautiful lessons were taught me. 
 
 They came floating to me in the air, 
 And I cast the trials and troubles 
 
 Of my heart in the river there. 
 
 With the lullaby of contentment 
 I was cradled within my fate, 
 
 For I learned from the mighty river 
 What it means to be truly great. 
 
 And the memories of my childhood 
 Are crowding around me today. 
 
 May those memories live forever, 
 May they with me abide, I pray. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 For in fancy I hear the stories, 
 That I heard at my mother's knee, 
 
 And the benediction so solemn 
 Of my father falls over me. 
 
 In my dreams I have v^andered back- 
 ward, 
 
 For this censure me not, I pray. 
 To view the panorama of life 
 
 E'er my soul was confined in clay. 
 
 To view the land my ancestors trod 
 Yea, the land under German reign. 
 
 To rejoice with them in happiness 
 And to weep with them when in pain. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 To behold a mighty human sea 
 Young and old to the ocean fly; 
 
 To see them gather into the ships 
 To the fatherland say goodbye. 
 
 To see them strong as giants of old 
 < Perhaps fifty long days or more, 
 The fatigue of voyage enduring 
 To reach the American shore. 
 
 There to sing of the nation's glory, 
 There to breathe the air of the free ; 
 
 To gather sunbeams of liberty 
 And to waft them over the sea. 
 
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CHAPTER V 
 
 One day with my feet on Hawkeye soil, 
 On the banks of the stream I love, 
 
 With the golden sunbeams around me 
 And the silver lined clouds above. 
 
 In my fancy I heard sweet music, 
 And saw beings in purest white, 
 
 While a voice like the rolling thunder 
 Was commanding me, saying, 
 Write/' 
 
 I fell on my kness, crying, ^^Master, 
 Is this real or is it a dream?'* 
 
 When a beautiful snow white fairy 
 Came to beckon me down the stream. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 On the waves of the gentle river 
 We drifted, the fairy and I, 
 
 And my heart leaped with joy and rap- 
 ture, 
 Because of the scenes we passed by. 
 
 We laughed and we danced in the sun- 
 shine, 
 While our barge was floating along, 
 And we praised the star spangled ban- 
 ner. 
 And our Uncle Samuel in song. 
 
 And we praised the father of waters, 
 Civilizer, of the great west, 
 
 But we fell asleep in the gloaming 
 For He cradled us on His breast. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 That sleep was a vision beautiful, 
 Presenting the past unto me, 
 
 And brought to me from the realms 
 above 
 More love for the land of the free. 
 
 Oh, beautiful sleep that charms the 
 soul, 
 
 With the power of love divine, 
 That bathes us in streams of happiness. 
 
 Where we heed not the fleeting time. 
 
 Oh, that voyage upon the river, 
 
 From the Hawkeye state to its 
 mouth. 
 
 Today I can read the records still. 
 That were made in the sunny South. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 Would that I possessed fields of roses, 
 That were reared with the greatest 
 care, 
 
 To New Orleans I would take them, 
 On the landings to scatter there. 
 
 On the landings where in years gone by 
 From the foreign lands with their 
 God, 
 
 Came the pioneers of our country, 
 To tread the American sod. 
 
 Three cheers for the old fashioned ves- 
 sels, 
 Three cheers for the brave knights of 
 old, 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 Three cheers for the love in their 
 bosoms, 
 Which will never, never grow cold. 
 
 Three cheers for our fathers who feared 
 not, 
 As they took their lives in their 
 hands, 
 And faced a most dangerous voyage. 
 To possess our beautiful lands. 
 
 Three cheers for their noble ambition. 
 Of which they possessed a surplus, 
 
 Which made them prosper in freedom's 
 land. 
 And was handed over to us. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 Three cheers for one youthful couple 
 
 pure, 
 
 Who came under the sails of white, 
 My Master's calling I will obey. 
 
 And of them endeavor to write. 
 
 Endeavor to wield my trembling pen, 
 May Providence guide it for me, 
 
 Help me to tell of this youthful pair, 
 That came to the land of the free. 
 
 All hail to their loyalty in love, 
 All hail to their power in strife, 
 
 Let us gather laurels to scatter 
 
 Upon Heinrich and Heinrich's wife. 
 
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CHAPTER VI 
 
 I would cast a stone in the river, 
 
 Where the waters are calm and blue, 
 
 Near a little cottage which sheltered 
 My ideal of lovers two. 
 
 I would then w^atch the ringlets form- 
 ing, 
 Would watch them as they died 
 away, 
 And would call it a mighty symbol, 
 Of the sinking of mortal clay. 
 
 When mortal stands on limbs of con- 
 ceit, 
 
 When the time doth come for its fall, 
 It will sink to the very bottom 
 
 The ringlets will die, that is all. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 I would weep o'er sinking mortal clay, 
 The garb of a poor withered soul, 
 
 That lives to undo or mourn its wrong, 
 While the world continues to roll. 
 
 So, while standing beside the river, 
 I would look towards over the sea, 
 
 And call to that father, '^Come hither 
 E'er thy pride v/ill turn to smite thee. 
 
 ''Come hither, kneel at the feet of him 
 Of thy ow^n flesh and blood, thy son, 
 
 Lay thy lips in Am.erican dust, 
 
 Atone for the wrong thou hast done.'' 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 But from the east would there come no 
 voice 
 
 To roll over the billows wild, 
 Providence chastened a father there, 
 
 But Providence smiled on his child.. 
 
 And beautiful showers of blessing, 
 Fell down from the heavens above, 
 
 To that home by the gentle river, 
 And made it a cottage of love. 
 
 A cottage where love supremely reign- 
 ed. 
 Twain were loyal there, not in vain, 
 Honest toil by day brought rest by 
 night. 
 Wealth never came with its pain. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 Conceit never came to turn their hearts 
 From the pathway their feet should 
 tread, 
 
 A precious picture, behold it now. 
 Living virtue, but vice is dead. 
 
 Living virtue, its banners are waving, 
 Living virtue, long may it reign, 
 
 Living virtue, it makes us better, 
 It drives away sorrows and pain. 
 
 Those Biblical truths none can alter. 
 They are grander than shining steel. 
 
 Oh, study them over, dear reader, 
 They will grandeur to you reveal. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 They will teach you that sms of fathers, 
 Will follow their children's career, 
 
 But that wielding banners of virtue, 
 In time makes their horizon clear. 
 
 The trail may sometimes be weary, 
 Some may die on the field of strife, 
 
 But glory be to the soldier brave 
 Who for victory gives his life. 
 
 Let this be our motto forever, 
 
 And the weapon of tongue and pen, 
 
 If suffer we must for righteousness. 
 It will make of us better men. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 So come, let us dry our burning tears, 
 With the kerchief of faith and love, 
 
 For behold, the mists have rolled away, 
 And the sunshine falls from above. 
 
 Then again with our vision rolling, 
 Will our hearts be filled with good 
 cheer, 
 
 And we'll long for the little cottage, 
 And the beautiful river dear. 
 
 There in our dreams we will view the 
 spot. 
 
 And the precious story of life, 
 While fairy hands scatter roses red. 
 
 Upon Heinrich and Heinrich's wife. 
 
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CHAPTER VII 
 
 When Mildred, with baby grace, open- 
 ed 
 
 Her eyes to the beautiful earth, 
 The voice of all nature in gladness, 
 
 Did proclaim to the world her worth. 
 
 When the sun in his golden splendor, 
 In the east left his hiding place. 
 
 His rays in the dawn of the morning. 
 Were the first to kiss her dear face. 
 
 When with manly strength bowed the 
 father. 
 
 For the first time to kiss her lips, 
 There fell a tear of joy from his eyes, 
 
 And it moistened her finger tips. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 Like a flash the electric current, 
 From the child to the father came, 
 
 And then Heinrich knew that she would 
 live 
 To do honor unto his name. 
 
 As he knelt by her side that morning, 
 His face beaming with rays of pride, 
 
 He pictured the days when a maiden, 
 Would gracefully walk by his side. 
 
 He pictured a glorious future, 
 
 For that tiny humanity, 
 But he pictured only the shadows, 
 
 Of a golden reality. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 For sweeter than rosebuds and roses, 
 And all flowers that speak of love, 
 
 Was the shower of divine blessing, 
 That fell down from the realms 
 above. 
 
 A voice seemed to come with the show- 
 ers, 
 It was only for Heinrich's ear, 
 Which said, "Honor and love thy 
 daughter 
 For thou art her guardian here." 
 
 Then it seemed to the youthful parent, 
 That with music the air was filled, 
 
 That a new light was born within him, 
 And with rapture his soul was thrill- 
 ed. 
 
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MILDRED 
 
 And it seemed that the scales had fal- 
 len, 
 From his eyes, which hindered his 
 sight, 
 He looked upon life in its splendor. 
 In a newer and grander light. 
 
 And methinks I can see him kneeling. 
 As it were at love's sacred shrine, 
 
 I see him clasping a golden cross. 
 And around it his arms entwine. 
 
 There he made a most solemn promise. 
 As he clung to that cross of truth, 
 
 To honor the name of his daughter, 
 To shield her in innocent youth. 
 
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THE AUTHOR MOUNTED ON HIS BEAUTIFUL 
 HAMBLETONIAN "dAISY" 
 
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