.0 r ^<-^ x^-"^ c^, / » . ..0* ,0^ 'oo- ■%^'^' >?>■ ./'-^ ,0-' '^b *■ "■^ .s" .,^--' ^^>. v^^ nO S^^^. A^^ , .V * .A .Oo. ^ •^oo^ ^ \^^ vOo. 'O ,^' > ^V cO .^" "^. \ * v-: .0'~ •4 %1 ^.\^ %^<^ anb Songs of Seventy — First Series (^f^0ian ^u^^ (XMh ou^9ft on ^^e ecenee 6enea(5 ^^^wt in ^aje unfovgo^ten. 3 eaw t^e window itx t^e eeconb etorp (H)6ere ^our face e^one for nte, nt^ Qaint^a^ in gforp [10] ELYSIAN FIELDS Of tvtnin^Q 0of(, cin^ w^^te, eeen in t^t movnf 3 ftnew t^t ^a^ nee^ give no oifiev warning. 3 eaw t^e cfematt©, m^ vtr^tn*© fiow'tr 3n igoee ^wne ba^e, aBove (6^ ^?orc3. 3^ fFowV ^n?ee( twinge wet-e once. One tgrueg, a ^^ofj^ 5fo(iu0, 6ac5 mofning aff (ge fittr^e* Beet ntuetc Btou^^t U0, Jln^ from a Box tree, ntav t^oee (Grecian vaeee (H)6tc6 mobevne maRe, aan^, fooRin^ in our facee, (JO^tfe ^ou 0at 5u0ge^, or Beamed wit^ 0ifent fau^gter. ^ow weff ^0 3 trememBer it, t^eee ^eare t0ere:J after! 3 0aw tge ^um tree, ^tnxnti ftqui^amBer, ilrounb w0O0e trunR an iv^ fearne^ to cfamBer, ^iee one fife nouri06el» Botg, £etter0 initial (5S)e cut on tgem, ere fife ^rew artificiaf, [II] ELYSIAN FIELDS dElnb nameb t^t stuv^^ tvu an'i> cftn^tng cfimfiev, ^6^ One for pou, t^e ot^i-v fov ^our v^^tner. cE6, bavfing, tveff it te we ^ee^ no etov^ ^^at 0uc5 0n?eet (gtn^e ave fove'e memento mod ! 3 0ifi>— or c^eeRa ^e vefoure ! (JO^at puvt ^nsan^uirxtrntnt upon t^e prim^ rose — Or on pour fipe! ^g^ee touc^e^, for pou a gpmn 'rose [12] ELYSIAN FIELDS (Up front m^ ^tavt to (^tnua J^p^voliU, QUo(5<^v of afP, vo^o maUt^ ^outg most mtg?^^, cHn^ mtbife fife, wavtne a^e, anb even out* ae^ee, 3f ftfe, a0 fope, mntortaf fie. ZH ffaegee Jlnl) fanxfienciee t^at fute or figgt a mortal §^xm 0onten?a^ front ger (orc3 acroee ©eatg'e portaf. Q0J eonte eucB ft^^t to^^a^, in ntentaf vieion, J retroepectipe eaw our ofi», ef^eian, Jln^ cen^urj^fiuifbe^ paface, roofed mt^ a^ure, (PDit^ gifbe^ cfoube in fresco, ^o t^e nteaeure (Of Tpini (xrx}> oaft ita piffare ^ran^ were roun^e^, iln^ t^rou^^ it water nturnturouef^ eoun^e^; Carpete of ntoee, renewed t^roug^ enbfeee 0untmer0, Careeeeb to eifence footetepe of aff contere; ^0ere feme ^rew Pow afon^ a ntareg^ Border, (pan'0 unu0e^ rentnant0 of tje Corinthian orber, [13] ELYSIAN FIELDS ilnb 8uge tree voo^e, iviil) ficften fivoi^ere^ C0X>Cvr5, (JUa^e frt|)0 ftfte epfvan ^ran^eitee for ue, fopere. O (pafacc of (tk (JDoo^o! wBcrc are tfip fcnante? ^6rtt 0tveet ^Jin^o paoo aiva^s tBrtt t6 fove'o penance. a)e( tjou^g tge geart goft)^ 6u( a 6voften eior^, 3^0 ^ea^ pa0(,wear0 t^c aureofa, (pe gfotp. cR^UijxQ 3 f^f^ anVeaw, w^tf^ opee^tng onward, 3t Bo^j anb 0ouf from ouneet (urntn^ sunward, Zo Breaet (ge QUorn anl) QUemorp. Tl^^^^ Holding mutual memories dear, Let us honor, while we may, Comrades who have passed away. Ready at our country's call Foes to fight, and fighting fall, They have, on their march below, Heard the lone last bugle blow. DECORATIVE Honor, peace, to these our dead. Here to final victory wed! From their deeds is borne the voice Bidding all the land rejoice. [50] BUGLES Faithful through all strife, so they From all strife have passed away — Slight a nation's gift, and ours, That their rest is sweet with flow'rs. RECESSIONAL Comrades, who are mustered in. Tented host absolved of sin, Camped upon the Elysian Plain Nevermore to fight again; Not for many weary days Shall we march our nearing ways, Ere, with you, we gain release. Bivouacked in eternal peace. [51] BUGLES eee f fag ^l^^IFT high the Flag, and let it stream ^l^g^ Afar, in morning's breath and beam, In shining laughter to the sun, Its lover since their days are one ; To specik, in flap, and fling, and fold, To man and maid, to young and old, Where'er its patriot lovers be, The heart-cheer of our destiny. Lift high the Flag, that lifts us, too. To visions grander than we knew. Beyond the sordid and the mean The empire of our Flag is seen; And those who bear, through battle night. Its clustered stars to be their light. And those who cheer its going forth. Best know what realm and Flag are worth ! [52] BUGLES Aye, comrades of the brotherhood Of States, united, unsubdued ; Who, greatly striving to be free, Make all defeat all victory; Pass on this torch down glory's line. War's watchword. Peace's countersign : O'er homes, on mast, o'er fortress crag, Lift high the Flag ! Long live the Flag ! [53] ^ome^^ing Sfee 'ZifC (Ungainei) ^ncumcnt ^^^F there are happy isles in some great ^^^ river Far, far away, by whose shores lilies quiver On palpitating waves, with hearts all golden And lazy-anchored leaves, that have grown olden In one long youth; if from those emerald islands Far inland rise to silence stately highlands Above whose outlines verdurous, undulat- ing, Bright clouds by day and stars by night seem waiting; If from high secret springs pure streams are swelling, And glad tales never wholly told are telling To wandering breezes flattering crimson roses, [55] SOMETHING ELSE Or lapping in soft languor shaded closes Of silvery sanded bays; if from the shadow Of birch or aspen, edged upon some meadow Whose waving wealth ne'er fell before the mower, Whose increase is for Time, the eternal sower, Comes now and then a song out of the silence And dies beyond the borders of those islands. Enticing happy wanderers to wander In search of melody that still is yonder; That land to which such peace and bloom are given. Those Islands far and fair — that must be Heaven ! There should be angels — such as we have known them — Dear faces, bright with good bestowed, or shown them. [56] SOMETHING ELSE There should be welcome for the weary, groping In search of hope too long for any hoping. There words we yearn our lives through to hear spoken Should still us into blessed tears. There broken And withered garlands love in old time gave us Should suddenly rebloom, and wholly save us Distrust of all our past, or of the present — As out of a wan, weak, forgotten crescent A full moon rounds and fills the night with glory. There should we learn the meaning of our story ; The good of patience, benefit of sorrow. And why to-day was longing for to- morrow. [57] 1 i SOMETHTNG ELSE Ah, is there such a spot, worth each one's knowing, Where what we miss has ^onc, where we are going? Where saints we knew, who fell by way- sides weary Of battled sins, find rest and welcome cheery? Where man meets man as brother should meet brother, And human eyes look kindly on another? Where gods impose no penances for liv- ing?— Give us this heaven while 'tis worth the giving ! [581 1 SOMETHING ELSE 'Z^xinit]^ of ^omc v^l^ LOVE you. If innumerable tongues \^^) Were mine, and each had gift of separate song Rich as the harmony of choral stars That sang together at creation's dawn, They could but tell you what my happy heart Makes through each fibre of my being glow. And so proclaims superfluous in my deeds — I love you. Evermore my life is glad With this great quiet gladness, that it knov/s So round, complete a love, that makes the days Ride by in sounding chariots of joy. And all the nights peaceful as rivers are Whose slumbrous depths hold heaven as a dream. [59] SOMETHING ELSE And when I see your face, or hear your voice, My heart leaps toward you as our child to me — Our child, that twining heart cords of us both Twist in a triune strand that ties to home. It crowds my eyes until itself can see; Beats in my ears until itself can hear ; Waits at my tongue until itself can speak; Spills on my lips the riches of its wine, That I may get you merry with a kiss. It makes me taller than I walked before — Broadens my breast and shoulders, for more room. That you may feel, when your dear head is laid In rest against them, all the world is yours. [60] I SOMETHING ELSE JESSIE darling! Bessie dear! Evermore to me most near; Born beneath the northern skies, With their clear light in your eyes ; Full of Httle wilful ways, Like the changeful northern days ; Always to my heart most near — Bessie darling! Bessie dear! Bessie darling! Bessie dear! When the days are bright and clear, While the children are at play. Laughing as but children may. And I hear their happy noise. Ah, I seem to hear your voice As I once did, sweet and clear, Bessie darling! Bessie dear! [6i] i SOMETHING ELSE Bessie darling! Bessie dear! Day and night you seem so near That my hand upon your head, That I may be comforted, Vainly do I think to place ; Vainly seek to hold your face With my hands my own face near, Bessie darling! Bessie dear! Bessie darling! Bessie dear! Still you haunt me; seeming near Your light footfalls follow mine; Still around my neck you twine Your arms, in my thoughts and dreams. Till it seems — it only seems! — Your bright face to mine is near, Bessie darling! Bessie dear! Bessie darling! Bessie dear! All my heart keeps calling, here, While I lonely, silent, wait The unwindings which are fate; [62] N SOMETHING ELSE Calling you to come to me As in childhood, blithe and free, Each to hold each dearest here, Bessie darling! Bessie dear! [63] 1 SOMETHING ELSE E'RE going whither, sweetheart, whither, Away from Good-Bye-Land? Yet sometimes turn and gaze back thither. While tired we resting stand. With vain regrets the longings reach us, Of days now fading fast, To answer beckonings that beseech us To linger with the past. Only the past, sweetheart, is real — The present we know not, Except by trust. It is ideal, Until it finds its lot Far back, as part of that Good-Bye-Land In true perspective shown — The distant, silent, shining island To only memory known. [64] SOMETHING ELSE To-day is big with care and sorrow, Because it is to-day; And we distrust or dread to-morrow. As bringing — what it may : But let us hold, sweetheart, and never Release, a clinging hand, But keep a love that lasts forever Back in the Good-Bye-Land. [6s] II 1 i SOMETHING ELSE fiipe on fiipe LL the long and toil-bright day, Love, from you am I away; Now when twilight shadows come, I draw near to you and home. Kisses sweet, kisses sweet. Kisses for you as we meet ! Ah, my love, how long it is Since we parted, with a kiss! Lightly comes to us the breeze. Blown from balmy distances. Near us mated sparrows rest. Silent with a love-filled nest. Kisses sweet, kisses sweet. On my tired eyelids beat Like blown rose leaves. Sweet it is, Resting so, to feel your kiss! LssfO. [66] SOMETHING ELSE Bright for us the lovers' star, Venus, shines in heav'n afar, Slowly melting in the west, Lighting other lovers blest. Kisses sweet! kisses sweet! Still your lips, my love, I greet. Stars may die, and leave me this You to kiss me, you to kiss ! [67] 1 I SOMETHING ELSE ZU QXni>cttonc m p more! No more! ^ A voice comes, welling, knelling, From lips, and tongues, and hearts that of the past are telling. And 'round my hushed, sad soul the accents, swelling. In requiem surge and pour. And while I dream o'er earlier, happy hours The young years glide away amid their flow'rs. And as they dim towards life's birth-bound- ed shore Comes softly back the sad refrain, No more! No more! No more! The sounds come, knelling, welling [68] 1 SOMETHING ELSE Out of the past, my heart reluctant, sad, compelling To thoughts that bloom in tears. The deep tones, swelling. Surge over it and pour: Though early hopes visit my dreams again, And move on spectre-like as white gulls float the main. Still like the sea's sob, heard from some lone shore. Comes sadly back the soft refrain. No more ! No more! No more! A sound comes welling, knelling, Like old monastic bells, where cowled monks are dvwelling, As to each cell the time of prayer telling Their sounds through silence pour. But banish I regret through life's last pray'r. Nothing avails unless regret be there — No paean swells o'er life's eternal shore. Except above the soft refrain, No more! [69] 1 MfUx iiee 1 (go6in0 ^^^BhERE*S a robin singing in the old mnWi [jl^^j^l elm, yonder — Don't you hear his song? — Where the brook goes glancing gaily under, With a gypsy, tell-tale tongue; The brook, that prattles, and gleams, and gushes Along, for a little time. And then with a flash down the mill-race rushes, Roaring a watery chime. There's a robin singing in the old elm, yonder — Hark to what he says! There'll a change come soon, and I shouldn't wonder If violets bloomed, now-a-days. [71] Qlofe Courtesy is acknowledged to monthly magazines for republications from them as follows: Anchyses to Venus, Knicker- bocker Magazine; The Soldier's Wife, Har- per's Magazine; Love's Ancient Gifts, National Magazine; Co' Bossie, the Cosmo- politan Magazine. [73] ^i I AFTER ALL For the lambs lie out on the sunny hillside, Like spots of latest snow ; And the village girls, how they laugh by the rillside, Where the golden adders'-tongues blow! There's a robin singing in the old elm, yonder — Singing a double tune. Do you see his mate, by the brook-bank, under ? Their nest will be full in June! What romance, or memory of romances. Flits by with each eager wing — And there's more in the robin's song, one fancies. More than we hear him sing ! [72] A^ /r .^^ i; **_ %; ,0^ -"^rc(^:^r/:C' ,'<'^\^ J^flZ^ t. c^ ~«i^%^ ..^■^' ^^ .•■^ V /^/ 'c- V ^ \ ' * -r^23_ i^Jj .0 c c^ /- '•^■'<^^' ^^^/>. '^ y o c vV v^ ^. -^^ .V ' -^,. .-^^ \ : <^ V V ^ o '>- "1: •^.,^^' .- A*'^ A--^ -V tei.. S.V tP, o 0' <^0 ':% ^^> . .^x