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 SNATCHES FROM 
 
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 SUMMER IDYLS 
 
 By 
 
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 DETROIT 
 
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Dedicated to 
 
 COL. EDWIN FRANCIS HOLMES 
 
 Copyrightad 1917 
 
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 APR 4.1 1917 
 
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 In the cool of the mom, 
 As the sun was aweike 
 I speeded a thought — 
 (*Twas the first that I caught) 
 To thee whom I sought. 
 In the cool of the mom. 
 
 In the heat of the noon, 
 As my pulse was on fire, 
 I shot from my bow^ 
 All the love that I know. 
 And hoped it would grow, — 
 In the heat of the noon. 
 
 In the hush of the night. 
 
 As the moon kissed my face, 
 
 I breathed thee a vow 
 
 I'd e'er love thee as now; 
 
 And I pray as I bow^. 
 
 In the hush of the night. 
 
 2. 
 
 The world's fast eisleep. 
 The noise is all dead. 
 And my soul it has fled, 
 'Long the path that you led. 
 When the world was asleep. 
 
 On the wings of the night 
 I speed then to you. 
 And I know, as you do. 
 That the times are too few. 
 There are wings to the night. 
 
 3. 
 
 Surrounded by night. 
 My thots take their flight, 
 To thee, as I write. 
 Surrounded by night. 
 
 Encompcissed by day. 
 My thots have a way. 
 To thee e'en to stray. 
 Encompassed by day. 
 
 United to thee, 
 Is the best way I see, 
 To keep them by me. 
 Yes, united to thee. 
 
AND THEY WOOED THE GREAT GOD, SUN. 
 
 An pathway worn as lumpless marble led up an rocky 
 hillside toward the sea, and well the path knew daily 
 trampings of the many sandaled feet I 
 
 As dawn came out from all the mystery of his secret 
 hours and sent an ray, as messenger aloft, and then did 
 show^ his glowing cleanly face, — did e'er an throng o' pil- 
 grims greet his welcome coming. He smiled on all and 
 spread his glowing fingers as far unto them as he ever 
 could and blessed with kindly beam, the shining pates that 
 bared were to his kiss. And sang they all "Hail Our Great 
 Jehovah ," and started e'er aright their newborn day, for as 
 they nodded each another and went about their many duties 
 drear, deep friendliness had waved in hand and nod o' 
 theirs. And all the day they kept an eager watch upon him 
 as climbed he with the majesty of pow^er up to the zenith, 
 where did rest his throne. 
 
 And ever as they walked abroad he sent their floating 
 faithful shadows with them soft, and left nor king nor beg- 
 gar lacking such an guard. And crept his great benefi- 
 cence into their hearts o' hearts and melted wrong and set 
 an fire to even much beside, so glowed they as an army 
 walking flames, these ready, grateful servitors o' his. So 
 bloomed their gardens, ripened all their grain, and wooed 
 he too the brilliant birds so that the land of them who loved 
 him well, did grow an land of honey e'en for aye. And with 
 the ending of an day, spent ever in the thot of him, their 
 God, again the beaten path o' mountain did echo — tho with 
 slackening tread they trod. And hushed into quiet all that 
 was, in wondrous indrawing of the world, when nature 
 seems to catch its breath and waits, one moment just, in 
 all her busy day, — this found them ever there, nor ever 
 late, in mighty ranks their gaze to seaward past the ranks 
 that ever at this hour were turned to living golden bands 
 o' matchless beauty, as were the blossoms and their 
 sheaths of gold, e'en hammered by the fairy hands. 
 
 And once again they looked upon him, and as he faded 
 swiftly toward the waiting whispering sea, he cast an glance 
 triumphant back unto his band o' faithful followers; and, 
 as their sorrow saw e'en at his daily passing, from round 
 the corner of eternity, he kissed his fingers toward the 
 singing heavens and left an promise o' his troth. * v * * 
 
 And ye, ye children on this humdrum ball, find ye an 
 path that many feet have trod and seek ye the heights that 
 lead ye up to God! 
 
 And watch for all the merry sunshine here, and thank 
 and thank its goodness and its cheer, from day to day, in 
 work, in play, 'tis thine — and as he ever greets and waits, 
 in patience year by year, catch thou the blessing: Give thy 
 mates, for they as well as thou should hold it dear! 
 
AN SPAN O' LIFE AND LOVE. 
 
 The princess longed and longed for lover hers, who dwelt 
 across an teasing stream. And too he owned ein father 
 that his son full seldom out his sight would leave. So filled 
 the princess Gay, her days full to the brim with sighs, and 
 many an beaded tear wet the flow' rets she did tend — most 
 curious blossoms too, that wondered why the dew that morn 
 did fall so short an time and e'er did leave an snowy path 
 upon their cooling leaves. And princess Gay, fared on her 
 way and tried e'en of her best, to lift those sagging corners 
 of her lips, that e'en her grief confessed. He drooped as 
 well, this prince of high degree for both you see, were in 
 the selfsame net o' fancy, caught. And fled the princess, 
 when her hour of ease did come, unto the nnieadows that she 
 loved as home, and sat upon an gnarled tree, and beckoned 
 all her fairy friends to come. So gathered they about, for 
 loved they much, the dainty princess Gay. **I wish, I wish, 
 a way to yonder castle there, I would that I could travel in 
 this spicy air! I would I had an bridge that I could over- 
 pass the heads of all these stupid folk, to greet mine love, 
 alas I" 
 
 "I have it," cried a fairy, "it is an dainty way! We'll 
 first send rain to scare the folks so they within will stay; and 
 then we'll build a bridge for thee, so beautiful a span, and 
 you shall mount upon it and visit prince's land! " The fore- 
 most little fairy then spread in sky, her cloak, and it was 
 made of dewdrops and rain it dared not soak. Then sec- 
 ond little fairy climbed on the cloak and spread, her dainty 
 little mantle a wee bit then ahead. And they were used 
 to climbing, so worked they hard and fast, and so a gorgeous 
 bridge was built, altho it would not last. And all the dciinty 
 colors did blur in quite a maze and lest one see the princess, 
 they threw about a haze; and tripped the princess laughing 
 e'en to the casement soft, of her beloved princeling and 
 clung there e'en aloft! 
 
 And cried he with endearment, "what magic brot you 
 here?" Her gaiety came back then, for he had held her 
 near. And so they were e'en married, before the moon 
 peeped in, and when it was all settled, they told their next 
 of kin ; and dwelt she there forever, the lovely princess Gay 
 and he did e'er adore her and never said her nay. And 
 when her heart a-hungered to see her people dear, she blew 
 upon an trumpet flower — for fairies quickly hear — and 
 threw they e'er the fairy bridge across that teasing stream, 
 and tripped she lightly o'er it soft, as any dancing beam. . . . 
 
 I 'spose you all have wondered, why rainbows fade so 
 fast, and why they bend in circles and why the hues don't 
 last, but now the secret's scattered, and next time if you 
 look, perhaps you'll see the princess and the journey that 
 she took. 
 
LIFE. 
 
 Life, thou art a sparkling fountain, welling up from 
 depths below, springing unto the eternal, — 'tis the truth 
 that makes it so! Ever mounting, ever reaching, ne'er a 
 moment idly passed, falling often, (since its habit) reach- 
 ing highest, at the last. May thy fountain be of clearness, 
 sparkling e'er, to other's view! May it never be in drear- 
 iness, that it sad returns to you! Hope eternal, is it well- 
 spring: Joy of service is its leap, and when this thou hast 
 done nobly, better things thou soon shalt reap. Mix not 
 with thine crystal water, tiny bits of duller soil, 'til hast 
 clouded all thy blessing, and thine deeps are in turmoil. 
 Leap in joydom, leap in freedom, leap so far hast strength 
 to try! God is o'er thee and he catches thee again unto 
 tlie sky. 
 
 When hast into mist dissolved, and art glorified on high, 
 hope thou ever there are flowers that unto thee soft do cry 
 — "Come mine fountain, come mine heart-life I'm a-weary 
 now for thee." "Come and aid me, or I perish" then may 
 cry some aged tree. Leave a little tear behind thee! Hope 
 a bit that thou are missed — Come again with angel soft- 
 ness, — leave thy blessing and thy kiss. Shower soft in 
 dew upon them, all thine highest gathered rest, and float 
 on, about thy mission, — God yet needs thee. He knows 
 best! Other tasks in other kingdoms, is the joy for thee 
 and hope. Guard thou well thy help for others: Never 
 send thy tears, or mope. All the showers thou dost loosen, 
 send them o'er the many miles! Be of April, my good 
 fountain, wipe thy tears away with smiles I 
 
 YE WINDS. 
 
 Ye winds that blow from regions far. 
 Ye whisper and ye sigh; 
 Is it ye soothed where waged a war? 
 Cooled brows where heroes lie? 
 
 And did ye list o'er ocean's breast. 
 And bring along its peace? 
 And did ye from the forests wrest 
 The fragrance of surcease? 
 
 And did ye wander midst the beasts 
 That dumbly do their best? 
 And steal aroma from the feasts 
 That gilded halls infest? 
 
 And do ye blend them all in one. 
 And sing to me thy song, 
 To tell me life is never done, 
 And each must right his wrong? 
 
COMPANIONSHIP. 
 
 Companionship thou are a star indeed that shineth ever 
 on mine way and lifteth shadows that do go before. Thou 
 pierceth all the dread, once thou hast come into mine life 
 and softly lighted it. 
 
 The sun we love a while, — but too the dusk is grateful — 
 yet ever and anon we love the tiny stars. 
 
 So art thou e'en as star beloved, thine hand in mine, thy 
 sparkle e'er to bless. 
 
 Is Joy not gone from life when in my silent, deeper 
 moments no stars shine out to bid me hope ahead? 
 
 So many stars there are, that shine on thee, dost thou but 
 bid them to: the firmament where twinkle they, is large 
 enough for all thou canst conceive. 
 
 Companionship is wedding of thine interests, and these 
 do twine together close and live unto each other. Com- 
 panions make the days grow short, companions cleave the 
 rock of doubt, companions fill the deep slough of despond 
 with something radiant, that makes thee wake each day to 
 greet what's new, with hope ahead for all that life holds 
 true. What were the world if we should tread alone? It 
 were like asking bread, receiving stone. No longer would 
 thine heart e'er throb so fast; each day would be then as 
 the last. Would deep content e'er seek thee out, if thou 
 companionship did flout? What would there be, to fill the 
 scales of peace, and pleasure, joy, — and what could Love 
 release? Thine hand in mine, is all I ask of life — compan- 
 ionship when reach I pain and strife. 
 
 Be thou as star unto this heart of mine: — I give devotion 
 and a trust divine. Let me not walk beneath a star-less 
 sky! Let me Companionship enjoy on high! 
 
 ABUNDANCE. 
 
 Abundance, from out thy living store, into this very 
 heart of war, untie, unlock thy treasure! Haste e'er to S^ve 
 and make those live, whose earthly ties are snapping! Thou 
 positive, thou active one, unsheath thy grain, to those who 
 run the narrow race with death! 
 
 Thou whom so near hathljounty come, thou who yet 
 panteth from the sun, give e'er thy starving brother. Who 
 knows how near, that misery drear will charge thy slothful 
 coffers! A turn of tide, on ocean wide, thou might be 
 dumbly driven! What then so sweet, as life to meet, and 
 know hast aided others? , ^„ , r n 
 
 Spend not so fast, but make it last, ani fill the foodless 
 mouths. . 
 
 Make merry when, all peaceful men, do know and praise, 
 
 abundance. 
 
AND GATHERED THEY FLOWERS AND 
 WANDERED. 
 
 Two sunny little souls did play in merry sunshine all 
 the day, and golden curls o* theirs did happy breezes kiss, 
 as rambled they in nodding poppy fields. 
 
 The blossoms prayed their best, the little footsteps bent 
 to them, to be of flaming garland in their hands. And with 
 an voice o* glee they culled e'en this and that, and all the 
 world spelled happy freedom to them. And therefore all 
 the world did sing and whisper soft its dearest secrets unto 
 their open hearts. 
 
 ^ When older grown they came to find their glee-hours 
 e'er were those, when rambled they among the poppy 
 fields, and merriment came first and then an drowsy, deep 
 content, when flagged their words and speech went on, 
 as tho't. Then dawning, vague maturity came at one and 
 same time to them, and in the solemn of her coming, 
 strode they from out the world apart, and sought the joy 
 and never-ceasing peace o' poppy fields o' theirs. And 
 here the poppies told them 'twas for aye they two should 
 walk together, with the joy and peace that they could lend 
 to them, bo hastened then this pair beyond the stile— 
 that knew not e er before that steps o' theirs could ring upon 
 the sward— and hasted they e'er on, and with the lowing 
 of the homeward kine, they left their shadows on the door- 
 way of an kirk, and went they then inside;— she, purest 
 maiden rare and stepped she, in an fragment of an hour 
 into the gathering dusk, that flung its tender arms around 
 her, e en to hide those rosy blushes of the bride! And 
 strode they on once more, an pair anointed by the only 
 one who weddings e er can bind, and walked they slow 
 and e er more slow, for they had much to tell and plan- 
 now of one mind. 
 
 And later were the poppies clapping in their free aban- 
 don for stood there at far end the rosy sea o' all their 
 
 on?sf And white as fleecy clouds was e'en this fairy bower, 
 at n'J^U M,^ welcoming, guardian roof o' green; and now 
 at night the poppies fair did weep, as droned themselves 
 
 ZtT I ^i"?"^r *^t «*^n Aeir loved perfume did 
 rnake it past all doubt to stay at wake o' night and watch 
 the We-pair m their nest o' bliss. And with the wak^n ng 
 sun they turned their pretty hands and heads e'er hi deep 
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 already— an tmy bud, that blossomed had o' night and 
 
not yet of its essence drunk, and this one had an news 
 most rare to tell them. 
 
 How in the night as e'en her eyes had wakened to all 
 this wondrous beauty, from her weary waiting, prisoned in 
 her bud, — that lights a many had in the cottage flashed, 
 and all the fair within did seem consumed of an rosy glow, 
 
 and one small cry came from it all, yet not an ciy o 
 
 pain, an tiny shout o' triumph, seemed it so! And later 
 came an man o* whitened face, and first he cast those 
 glowing eyes o' his up to the stars, and thanked for some 
 rare gift that had been his that night: and then his beam- 
 ing eyes had turned unto the sleeping sea o' poppies and 
 he cried "O little sleeping poppies, take my love unto ye 
 all, this night o' nights, 1 pray! — for there has come an 
 peach-blow blossom 'neath this roof, and in our hearts to 
 stay; and she shall love and dwell among ye alway here 
 and, too, all men shall know her name and hold it dear! 
 For thou, my field o* loving poppies sweet, thou gave her 
 mother to me, — I give this one to you, to name — tis meet! 
 
 And Poppy was she e'er and all men came to love her, 
 as her flowers, and as she went her path along, filled she 
 with love and peace, her hours. 
 
 POPPY. 
 
 Poppy, poppy, how is this, 
 You are still awake > 
 Sweetly sleeping all the rest, 
 'Round about the lake. 
 
 Poppy, poppy, it is time 
 You should go to bed, — - 
 All the sweetness close within, 
 In thy cap of red. 
 
 Poppy, poppy, drink thyself! 
 Whiff thine drowsy scent! 
 Careless one, hast indeed 
 All the others lent? 
 
 How much I loved you, I ne'er knew nor dreamed, 
 Until you'd gone — and life so tuneless seemed! 
 As brook, of murmur had been cheated, robbed; 
 Or lark, its voice had lost — and sobbed; 
 Or summer, — hum of deep content did lack. 
 Dear one, return and put the sunshine back! 
 
THOROUGHNESS. 
 
 O be thou thorough, thou who walkest here! Do all thy 
 deeds, not with the thot alone of speed and of the rearing, 
 but do them, as were the world to look at each and make 
 its comment. The best of all, is with thine heart to e*er 
 
 inspect the work of brain and hand. Bear ever this in 
 mind. Is it worth thy while, a thing but half to finish? It 
 dyeth not, a long and lingering death, — ah no! It waiteth 
 e'er, or fast, or slow, thy keen acceptance; it ever waits 
 for thee! All that thou startest, are thy children; these 
 must thou lead e'en to maturity. 'Til stand they graciously 
 and firmly on their feet. 
 
 Canst not an helpless infant say, "Farewell, art mine, but 
 I do stay mine steps to otherward!" Canst not to brim- 
 ming boy nod "Bye" and ere he start to cry be off, and think 
 no more of thine! 
 
 'Tis so with all thine little inner children: The thots 
 unfinished ere they rove, desires and longings left bereft in 
 mid of air, and all those many things hast turned thine 
 fancy and thine nimble fingers to ! 
 
 These wait for thee. They wait in masses, for their 
 Lord, their maker! 
 
 Once comes the day, (which oftime thou hast met and 
 passed along the way — that day which should burn deep), 
 — the day the world says, "Aye, he fell asleep, beneath 
 such and such a stone he lies; in such and such a tiny frac- 
 tion ground"— this day thou chance did dream, died all thy 
 tasks and duties and thou in glory'd sit and presence lend 
 unto adoring angel band, perhaps! Ah well! Thy trumpet 
 blows. With qnick the step or slow, thou passeth onward, 
 outward, inward into space! Then art thou usured in and 
 there's a place, e'er, e'er reserved for thee! Thine own, 
 where standeth no man else! And here all thy longings, all 
 thy finished and unfinished things! Thine hea\'y cares that 
 thou didst with bravery bear, and tearless, — these see; have 
 fashioned them into a glowing band, not in an age to see 
 the semblance as thou worked them out. Rewards are 
 these. Hast finished them for aye, and thankful art, ah to 
 thy being 8 core.— but list— these others, there are more! 
 the thrill doth ooze away as doth thou note, they've come 
 to stay They e'er belong to thee and e'er they will 'til 
 start thou in thy duties to fulfill. 
 
 Ah, weary wise one thou! As yet with hand upon the 
 plow, p od plod, and ponder this. Thou never more can 
 miss, till all thou hast e'er started, finished be. Surround 
 thyself with cheer, and take each little thing of thine 
 not yet complete and lovingly wind thy care but soft about 
 It. hach day the sun will greet thee, and go half way to 
 meet thee, and hast a satisfaction ne'er gained in other 
 way. Art wise? Or art a dolt down here? Forge on, 
 and hnish, soul so dear! 
 
SUNSHINE GIFX. 
 
 Sunshine girl, how I do love thee I 
 
 Happy sunshine girl! 
 
 Sun hath kissed thine beauteous halo, — 
 
 Happy sunshine that! 
 
 Sun hath left a magic blessing 
 
 In thine strands so soft; 
 
 Sun hath put his crown upon thee, 
 
 As he woos thee oft. 
 
 Sunshine girl, how I adore thee I 
 
 Happy sunshine girl! 
 
 Tiny rays do go from out thee, 
 
 Blessed rays are they! 
 
 Sun hath purged thee, as with lightnings. 
 
 Yet with touch so kind! 
 
 Sun hath charged thee with his glory, 
 
 Soul and heart and mind. 
 
 Sunshine girl, I'd die without thee! 
 
 Happy sunshine girl! 
 
 Sun hath kissed thy lips and words, dear. 
 
 Sainted sunshine, that I 
 
 Sun hath made thee more than mortal 
 
 When he blessed thy smile! 
 
 Sun did know that thou art gerterous, — 
 
 Send me one, oftsvhile! 
 
 SLEEP. 
 
 The half thy time I'll spend with thee 
 Said sleep and sank him down. 
 I tossed my head, for w^oe is me I 
 I greeted him with frown. 
 
 He pled a bit in soothing tone. 
 And begged me not be cold. 
 But I had use of honey-hours. 
 And fast the minutes rolled. 
 
 But ah! I filled his hours alas! 
 With only tinsel fun; 
 And now I feel him often pass 
 Me by, when day is done. 
 
 He was my friend; I let him slip; 
 He kissed his hand to me. 
 But O! I'd give the world, if now 
 He'd kiss my eyes, — not flee! 
 
POISE. 
 
 Poise is Power standing within it's serene citadel and 
 looking on the world with unblinking eyes. Is like the deep 
 of the sea hid beneath the noisy ripples of the surface of 
 things. 
 
 Poise is a hemlet, an armour that no adversary can 
 pierce. 
 
 Rather he blunts his own weapons thereon and by his 
 efforts but polishes it the brighter. 
 
 Poise outwears the ages and puts to rout the legions of 
 rage, defiance, anger, irritability. 
 
 A general it stands unabashed before collected enemies. 
 
 Never can it be vanquished although the careless owner 
 may lose it; a heavy penalty this for not appreciating so 
 fine a thing. Useless it would be to any finder as it is made 
 to fit the owner only like a garment and would hang awry 
 on the shoulders of others. Lose not a day in forging thy 
 garment. Poise, and let not it slip from thy shoulders, 
 through faulty fastening or a too much worn ribbon. 
 Crowned with Power, armed with Poise thou canst conquer. 
 
 Poise is mirrored perfection reflecting on its surface the 
 stability of other worlds. It is a bit of the Infinite so rarely 
 sought after as to be a pearl among jewels. 
 
 It dazzleth never, but wins by its steady, misty light. A 
 whole necklace of such pearls would be found only by 
 seeking through large multitudes of people! the masses ever 
 adorning themselves with the flashing gems of Admiration, 
 Flattery, Self-seeking and Ambition, passing by the inward 
 pearl of great price which cometh only to them that put 
 aside these outer garments and dive to the cool depths. 
 
 The jewels thou canst hang about thy neck but the softly 
 shining pearl of Poise is hid deep w^ithin, throwing its dimly 
 glowing radiance from its hidden abiding place and through 
 its continued shining, it adds rings after rings of its radiant 
 essence and the time comes when all the outer adornments 
 are as dross and this pearl is thy ornament. Hide not thy 
 pearl. Each can make it a beacon helping, guiding others. 
 Once thou hast found thy pearl, enshrine it: thou becomest 
 as a firm rock for thy ship-wrecked brother, whose many 
 jewels have been swept away from him by the waves of 
 Adversity and who bitterly bemoans his loss. Thou canst 
 steady his feet and as he looks into thy serene eyes, canst 
 show him forth the radiance of thy perfect pearl. 
 
MY GRAIN. 
 
 Thou art my waving grain. 
 Soft-swayed by wind. 
 Cool peaceful shimmer. 
 Toward sunset, dimmer; 
 Promise of hoard ahead. 
 Of e'en our daily bread, 
 Thou I quiet dreaming, 
 Shade to earth, teeming 
 With hum and whirr. 
 Love floats from stem to stem 
 Ye hold a living gem! 
 Surge ye with quiet swish. 
 Thy giving but the wish, 
 Pass ye it on and on, 
 Each to the next. 
 How great the lesson here! 
 Ye stems I love so dear. 
 Ye, too, of many kind. 
 Flows e'en from mind to mind 
 All your best tho't. 
 Not one resists the tide. 
 Not one but bows with pride 
 As comes the breeze. 
 Haste with his message then. 
 Carry to living men 
 Health, strength, and cheer. 
 What tho thy life is snuffed; 
 TTiou hast e'en done enough 
 Thy duty gone. 
 Deep in thy hearts of hearts 
 Too strong to pull apart. 
 Stored is thy love and praise. 
 These bloom in future days, 
 Making earth strong. 
 Could we but cherish such 
 Deep good and pass it 'long! 
 Then we a race would be 
 Valiant eternity. 
 Each helping each! 
 
 BIRTH. 
 
 A hope, a pain and a sob 
 And a tiny soul was bom; 
 A triumph, a thrill and a throb 
 And the night broke into mom. 
 
WAR. 
 
 O'er the sodden fields of war, 
 Mid the grime of killing, 
 O'er the hate-desire of men, 
 Silently I'm willing; 
 
 Willing that the masses see 
 
 Into future deep; 
 
 See how death has lived with them, — 
 
 See how masses sleep. 
 
 See that tho' they die in battle. 
 Crowned as heroes all, 
 Mouths do starve and backs do ache, 
 Since they heard the call. 
 
 Is it freedom, fight ye for? 
 Or but bitter pride? 
 Does the profit balance much, 
 By the losses side? 
 
 Know ye not, O w^arring nations. 
 Heaven's eternal law? 
 Thine own must come and peace is best? 
 Fill not the battle's maw! 
 
 O ye, the lords of this black hell! 
 Ye who use these pawns. 
 Know ye not, tho' life is snuffed, 
 There are other dawns? 
 
 THE WRONG IN THE WORLD. 
 
 There's a howl in the wind tonight. 
 There's a shiver in every tree! 
 There's a fright mid the birds tonight, 
 And it all whispers shrill to me, — 
 
 'Tis the shriek of the wrong in the world, 
 'Tis the dumbness of woe and of pain. 
 'Tis the sob in the good of the world, 
 When it meets the same evil again. 
 
 Yet we know, with the bright of the mom, 
 With a God-given, freshly made day. 
 In our hearts, washed with dew, as the mom. 
 The shriek and the noise fades away. 
 
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DREAMER OF DREAMS. 
 
 Dreamer oiF dreams, thy life has Isiid 
 Close to the infinite one I 
 Take of thy dreams and weave a web 
 That shall last 'til thy song is sung I 
 
 Weaver of weaves, ply thy hand with skill I 
 Weave but the beautiful here. 
 Weave such a pattern, all men shall thrill 
 To see what thy tho't holds dear! 
 
 YEARNING FACE. 
 
 Yearning face, in the sea of the throng. 
 What is it begs in your eyes? 
 Why is it now, that it hushed all my song? 
 And the mirth on my lips, even dies I 
 
 Yearning soul, back of prison bars. 
 Pleading for freedom and light. 
 Knowing, perchance but buffets and scars. 
 Weary, no doubt, with life's fight! 
 
 Yearning eyes, in the mask of your face. 
 Wake to your heaven-born right! 
 Toss off the dread, so servile and base! 
 Come forth, from the blackness of night! 
 
 LOVING. 
 
 If ten thousand ways of loving 
 
 Are known in all the world, 
 
 Then I think you know nine thousand. 
 
 For you put me in a whirl. 
 
 And if it is a science, 
 
 I think it is exact. 
 
 And you seem to have the patent. 
 
 For there's nothing you have lacked. 
 
 And if it is a puzzle. 
 Then I think you've found the key. 
 And I'm glad that you are practicing. 
 Upon this little me. 
 
AND HE TROD HIS WAYS TO THE SEA. 
 
 A youth who ne'er had known an other life than that 
 o' fisher folk perceiving naught beyond, bound to his daily 
 human toils, he went at dawn, as since a smallest child 
 unto the sea, so radiant. When child he w^as, his little 
 efforts extended not beyond the shining shore, where gath- 
 ered he the certain curious shells for traffic and it was play 
 and labor so cunningly combined that joyed it e'er the 
 little heart within him. And later went he with his father's 
 folk out to the sea in boats, and now, a master of his time 
 and boat, was he. He ever wondered as he e'er set out, 
 what would this day unto his w^aiting nets e'en wander! 
 And longed and longed he for an precious pearl, which, 
 selling, would e'en take him to that further shore for aye. 
 Yet pearls but seldom come to fisher's nets! And saw he 
 ne'er a time w^hen of the sale of daily fishes e'er more than 
 daily need unto him came. 
 
 And often sighed he, as he plied his oar, and longed for 
 glimpsing of that further shore. This day was radiant, clear 
 and true and more than e'er, the sea did beckon him. He 
 pulled the nets and placed the fish in shining, wriggling 
 tiers into his waiting baskets: and one was in deep writh- 
 ing. It had mayhap an ready succor found from e'en an 
 ravening larger fish and half escaped in time with half 
 its life, and lay it there divorced not yet from land or sea, 
 and claimed as yet by each. In pity struck he then this 
 mangled half a fish, which otherwise had not a glance of 
 his e'er claimed. And gave it one short strike to end its 
 bitter suffering. And of the quickened blow, there fell 
 e'en at his feet an pearl of lustrous beauty and encased in 
 work of gold beyond his dreaming fancy. "Hast come an 
 long way, fish," said he, "hast come to give me this?" 
 
 That day, as sun dipped down to land o* fishes, to see 
 if those there, were free of harm, the fisher of the seas put 
 on his only other garb and sallied once again unto the sea. 
 He rowed and plied his oar in eager haste until appeared 
 at last, an further shore, and as he cast the skiff upon the 
 bank, became he soft aware of weeping, lovely maiden 
 sobbing in her anxious tread. 
 
 "Thy tears, O lovely maiden, they seem so grief e'en 
 laden, tell me and mayhap 1 may help thee well! I'm 
 strong and tense and loyal, and thou dost seem e'en royal 
 and royal, 'tis not, thus dilute my sea!" "Mine precious 
 pearl o' Lamur, the one that e'en the glamour, did cast upon 
 these days and hours o' mine! I had it here o* evening, and 
 now 1 do be grieving, — for gone it is and I'll ne'er see it 
 morel" "I brot thy pearl, O maiden, so lift thy heavy laden 
 
eyelids that I may see the depths therein I It brot me 
 straight, as arrow, e'en tho this path is narrow and bids me 
 kneel and give it back to thee!" He placed it on her finger 
 and longed he then to linger, on one pretext or other, near 
 such bliss, — but soon again was rowing, e'en as the cocks 
 were crowing, and oft in days thereafter, he thot he heard 
 the laughter, that came across, from his enchanted shores. 
 
 ELYSIAN FIELDS. 
 
 Elysian fields, Elysian fields, where wander I at night; 
 
 Where all my highest thots o' day have bloomed to blossoms brightl 
 
 Where all my hopes are waving reeds, and all my dreams are birds. 
 
 Softly trilling all the time, most marvelous music heard! 
 
 Where all my friends of long ago are bathed in youth's sweet stream! 
 
 Where all the heroes I have loved, so radiantly gleam, — 
 
 I bid thee bye so lingeringly, I wave so sad to thee, 
 
 And pray for patience 'til the moon brings back my fields to me! 
 
 HER PICTURE LEFT SHE IN THE WATERFALL. 
 
 She loved with all the fire of sweet eighteen when wooed 
 it is and gives its heart, 1 ween. She knew the world not, 
 nor her path ahead. She merely followed where her loved 
 one led ; and devious paths he trod, for he was one who 
 loved anew with setting of the sun, and went his merry 
 way thru life, with truly trivial tho't of what meant wife. 
 
 She spent her happy days in dreaming dreams, and life 
 to her was made of cobweb seams. And drifted she as 
 on an fleecy cloud, and wove an hero of her lover proud. 
 He went his ways while dreamed she in the wood, and filled 
 his hours with pleasure when he could. The lengthening 
 shadows found her oft, where startled water fell from sleep 
 aloft; and once, as sat she quiet as the rock, she saw him 
 with another and they mocked at all she hitherto had sacred 
 held. Then broke her heart, and shattered was the spell. 
 She sorrowed keenly at his deep deceit; life seemed an 
 yawning gulf beneath her feet. And fled she home, to 
 room beneath the eaves, and sobbed it out unto the birds 
 and leaves. Then half insane, since she was so forlorn, 
 she took her way to torrent, when near morn, and had 
 along her filmy wedding mist — the very thing that yes- 
 ternight he kissed! And, as the birds did call to her to 
 wake — poor, broken thing, she did the world forsake! 
 
 They say her veil caught in the waters up above, and 
 lingers yet to show how deep her love! 
 
 At any rate 'tis surely true a mist, since then, has kissed 
 the waters blue, and ever hovers in the early dawn, and 
 there are those who see her face, so wan! 
 
AND HER HANDMAIDEN GAVE UNTO HER, AN 
 MIRROR. 
 
 The fountain splashed and marble floors were strewn 
 with many stemless flowers. The golden urns did hold the 
 sweetest boughs; and skins of rarest beasts upon the circling 
 seats did hang. The sky above made all the roof one 
 wished and birds did flutter o'er their languid heads! 
 Soft cooed an wind, from off the sea, that added zest and 
 spoke of shores of spice. 
 
 And she who spent her days in idleness, at ease lay on 
 her cushions, watching far-off gulls — and circled as their 
 flight, her wandering thots. The one great aim in life of 
 hers was e'er to tend her beauty, and fostered she and gave 
 it all her hours and so — her much beprized possession was an 
 mirror made in wondrous way that gave her back unto her- 
 self as ne'er before an duller metal showed how fair was 
 she; and now, at nod of hers, her handmaid reached for 
 this same mirror, for alway 'twas to see herself her most 
 commonds were given — and in her eager haste to reach, 
 upon the marble slipped it with an clatter, — and as the 
 many looked to see what 'twas had broken too their dream- 
 ing, did all, in wails then voice to Heaven their cries. 
 For lo! No more would royal mistress see sweet her eyes 
 and lips and forehead, for 'twas a thing in thousand tiny 
 pieces, the only mirror of its kind in kingdom! A shudder 
 ran thru all those 'sembled there. What could be coming 
 as an fate so dire, unto an maiden who had blundered so, 
 and in her heat of frenzy, strode the Queen about amid the 
 fragments, dark with anger and soon the weeping maid had 
 seen the last of Heaven's pure sunshine and passed her 
 
 way afar in clanking chains and sad an day had fallen 
 
 for all within the circle of that happening! And after many 
 days, when she had stormed and raved and waved her 
 hands to Heaven (and Heaven would no more of mirrors 
 give the Queen), did she of pure necessity look once ageun 
 into her dulling silver; and she did fret and fume and all 
 the tumult put full many an line into that peachblow cheek 
 of hers! And hated she the thing, herself, and all the 
 world, and all the princely happenings did go without the 
 sparkle in those days! and there was living, one sweetly 
 perfect day again, a twin of that when fate had knocked her 
 sore, and she did watch the gulls and ask insistent, for her 
 mirror dull. And as she pondered o'er the face that gleam- 
 ed so blackly back at her, a tiny longing sprang up far 
 behind to do some good, and she forthwith did pass e'en 
 this, her much beloved possession unto an longing vassal, 
 and in the glee at such a fine remembrance, the Queen did 
 feel an leaping joy she neer, in all these weary pleasure- 
 waiting days, had felt before. Aghast, delighted, she felt 
 
the warm sweet rill course thru her — and e'er then on, she 
 spent her days and hours and minutes, other's lives to fill. 
 And came there then to bide an look so wondrous in her 
 eyes, they bowed unto her as to Goddess — and 'twas sweet, 
 for time had whispered in her ear the years were piling fast 
 and all the means above the earth ne'er could revolve the 
 wheel of time and give one Queen the youth of face that 
 once was granted her. 
 
 So came sweet youth to linger far within enshrined, and 
 all his outer temple fair and saintly was as ne'er had been, 
 had she from day to day spent all her anxious moments 
 watching beauty grow. Comes e'er an fate that can not e'en 
 be turned into an pointing hand o' God? 
 
 Her beauty died to outer but within, glowed as a flame 
 eternal and 'twas this she carried onward when the day 
 arrived, they handed her, for last of time on earth, her 
 long neglected mirror, sad and dull. 
 
 DESIRE. 
 
 Desire, thou art a kite I fly in regions blue. Thou takest 
 all my soaring thoughts of weight but thistledown, which 
 waft from out my vision and when I reel my cord of hope, 
 there swing they safe, secure, but with an added brilliance 
 tho' sent from me demure. 
 
 Tho' some of them I scarce dare frcune, to clothe in 
 words ne'er try, yet here upon my kite they are, fresh from 
 the boundless sky. Weigh not with heavy thoughts thy 
 kite, else reach it but the ground and bumpingly it mars 
 them, too, as they are dragged around. 
 
 Desire can carry thee from hence, desire can change thy 
 life; stop not too long to question whence, nor reason e'er 
 with strife. 
 
 Send thoughts as high as thoughts will go, no boundary 
 is, in space and let them wing now fast, now slow and fol- 
 low their own pace. 
 
 Ne'er try to worry thoughts to fly, for then they are 
 quite dull; but passively do welcome them when thou dost 
 sit and mull. 
 
 Send winged thoughts with winged thoughts and speed 
 them with thy love, then stop they ne'er 'til they have 
 reached, the regions far above. 
 
 Yes, love, the thoughts thou sendest up and grateful be 
 the while; keep eyes aloft and also find, time e'er to laugh 
 and smile; and others who do envy you and look with ques- 
 tioning eye, do then perceive 'tis not of earth, thou thinkest 
 — ^but the sky. Desire doth build such fairy realms for 
 thy great good and cheer! How canst thou be so dull 
 indeed, to live thy life but here! no limits are desire's 
 domain nor struggle o'er or woe, so fly thy kite and breathe 
 a prayer above it e'er it go I 
 
MATERNITY. 
 
 Maternity, thou art the goal! 
 Art answer to my all! 
 Else, heavy is the toll 
 That life asks for my call! 
 
 Else why has God me given 
 Such ravening flames within? 
 And why my being riven 
 Twixt rightfulness, and sin? 
 
 Sin was a word ne'er bom 
 From Thee, Creator mine! 
 Man made, when, forlorn 
 Longed he, for earthly sign. 
 
 Mine task, a chalice pure. 
 Mine gift, the greatest given! 
 All grief I can endure, 
 Since this is e'en from heaven! 
 
 Why didst me rhythm give? 
 Why made, a living fount? 
 Why should indeed, I live 
 Should I not ever mount! 
 
 Service, thou teachest me 
 Is greatest gift I owe! 
 May I then add to thee 
 All these, the seeds 1 sow? 
 
 May my deep longing bloom 
 To greater fruit than I, 
 In mine so-hampered room 
 E'er find the wings to fly! 
 
 Purpose thou hast, when made 
 Me of the tender clay! 
 Make me then unafraid 
 To hold the world at bay! 
 
 I should then glory much 
 To pass mine yearning on! 
 If e'er I bow to such — 
 And not on lower fawn. 
 
Eternal is mine soul I 
 
 I wish to leave mine print, 
 
 As on the ages roll 
 
 Of thine tremendous hint. 
 
 Two, were the races here; 
 On me the duty fell. 
 Choose 1 then, love or feail 
 Make I then heaven or hell! 
 
 Thou made me human quite! 
 Mine conscious choice 'twas not I 
 Guide thou, e'en with thy might, 
 Mine treasure, inner wrought! 
 
 Surely 'tis thine to mould! 
 'Tis magic e'en to me! 
 Keep me within thy fold! 
 Lead me, then unto theel 
 
 I should not master be! 
 I should be proud to bend! 
 'Tis then thou praiseth me, 
 And dost thy blessings send! 
 
 My faith will ride o'er fate! 
 My love will rule for aye! 
 Thou hast me crowned as g^eat! 
 Thou hast then heard my cry! 
 
 What is it that peeps out thru your eyes. 
 That makes me think of fields in Paradise? 
 What is it in your smile that brings to mind 
 The joy of all the cycles of mankind? 
 What is it in your step as pass you by. 
 That makes me dream of stairways to the sky? 
 What is it in the breath of you that seems 
 The essence of all my waking dreams? 
 What in your clasp that gives the silent thrill 
 And makes you flow into me like a rill. 
 What could be in your kiss but cease of life! 
 The thot goes thru me as a shining knife! 
 
INDIAN WOOING. 
 
 Swift he walked as moon on water. 
 
 Gliding as a beam, 
 
 With her lagging steps he caught her, — 
 
 Caught sweet "waking dream." 
 
 Held her as a trap, a woodbird 
 
 Flutter ne'er nor sigh I 
 
 Dashed her heart against its moorings, 
 
 Seemed to touch the sky! 
 
 Placed his dusky cheek against her. 
 
 Sighing with content. 
 
 And she joined her smiles with his then; 
 
 Ne'er a fear, — lament. 
 
 Long it was that he had sought her, 
 
 Time and men, between, 
 
 Now in love's sure trap he'd caught her. 
 
 Ne'er she'd fly, 1 ween I 
 
 Fluttering wings did droop in joy, then. 
 
 And her lips his sought. 
 
 Yearningly to give her all then. 
 
 For her love he'd caught I 
 
 SUNSET. 
 
 Down the dimming path o' forest. 
 Came Great Feather, smiling; 
 Smile then floated on before him. 
 As he soft was whiling. 
 
 Dwelt he not among the forests. 
 Heard he not its cries. 
 Speeded on his soul ahead. 
 To the land of skies. 
 
 Walked he there with one whose voice was 
 
 Soft and sweet as flute. 
 
 Was it wonder that the forest 
 
 At his step was mute? 
 
 He then brot her there among them 
 And she walked as air; 
 Touching ne'er the grass and bluebells; 
 (Black as night her hair). 
 
 Tho' each day she walked, in gloaming. 
 And most days he smiled, 
 When she left, his smile took with her; — 
 Then came night, her child. 
 
INDIAN PENANCE. 
 
 As the moon was fading slowly, 
 As the night did hum in sleep, 
 Came there one, repentant, lowly. 
 Wandering far, his vow to keep. 
 
 Sank he down upon the mosses 
 Woe in heart and pain in limb; 
 Wonderingly invoked his God then. 
 And he thus appealed to him. 
 
 Great Spirit, why this lifetime, 
 Stretching far ahead I see? 
 
 Ne'er have I the heart to climb on. 
 Now that Lola's not for me! 
 
 Hand in hand we could have journeyed. 
 Ne'er had been a woods too drear. 
 But alone, we helpless wander, — 
 
 1 am but a shadow here. 
 
 She did love me with the love that 
 Reckons not its toil or cost; 
 But they made her tear her love out. 
 All love's kingdom, she has lost. 
 
 Thus I wander all my days long, 
 'Til the last great setting sun; 
 
 Loving only birds and beasts here, — 
 'Til my penance, too, is done. 
 
 WAMPUM. 
 
 Take my wampum, for your kisses; 
 I have nought beside. 
 Put my joy and all my labor. 
 In these shells I've tied. 
 
 String them here with all my dreamings. 
 
 All my soaring thots; 
 
 When I seem to be a princess, 
 
 And by you are taught. 
 
 Happy O; these hours I gather. 
 Wampum, dear, for thee. 
 What! you really will not take them> 
 You'll have only me? 
 
INGERSOLL. 
 
 Great Ingersoll, we crown in love and praise, thy name I 
 Already, as perspective gains, we judge, and worthy are 
 to judge thee. How true it is, as Emerson often sang, "The 
 field's not to be viewed, within the field." 
 
 When thou wert here in flesh and blood, thou worthy, 
 did niany seek thee, with not deep intent of soul. TTie 
 ferreting of curiosity led them oft unto thine eloquent plat- 
 form. They came e'en oft in scorn and scoff away to turn, 
 but thou didst mould them with words of love and power 
 of praise to thine own ends. How great thy labors here! 
 (An soul of large dimensions 'tis, that chooseth all the 
 rest to point an weary way they had e'en trod and say, 
 "Thine footsteps are of dust, to dust retumeth; all, all 
 the footsteps of this life of thine, do blur in shadows and 
 in cloud that hath the seeming surety yet others in thy 
 rear, to smother, 'til see they not the real oasis that did 
 gleam in front their path. 
 
 You, Robert, chose the greater path, because the steeper 
 and you chose, as soul intrepid there to stand, alone. Must 
 not a structure of abomination oft be razed e'er yet an 
 edifice of saintly effort on that selfsame spot shall stand? 
 And did ye not tear down, demolish, but e'en to make the 
 ready for the one of wise and good repute? And was it 
 not the needed tearing down? 
 
 These races man, do move and follow more like sheep, 
 that ever follow sans impulse sans wakening that there 
 are, e'en finer fields to right and left they see not. 
 m their following intent, the ear and wagging shanks of 
 those before them! Does it take courage to stand e'en 
 with the many folk and say "Thy word is true, thy 
 vision sure and since so long it hath been so, is wise and 
 worthy? Ah, no! 'Tis easy e'er to clap our hands and 
 nod, when all the world is clapping! 
 
 A soul of finer fibre than the most, stands on a pinnacle 
 apart and says— Ah! this mine one and tiny life below I 
 do bequeath unto the waiting hosts, to make the pathway 
 clear and cut the underbrush beneath these feet! 
 
 As sacrifice, I lend myself to do a task so needed. I, 
 therefore, as a magnet do draw unto myself the open 
 censure and the ridicule and man shall pass and say.— 
 His words were fine and of a flow ne'er-ending, but God, 
 he blasphemed Thee," and so I shall e'en live, and talk and 
 journey on, mistaken and with arrows many-barbed, and 
 
 u "JPu^' T ^^ ""^"l ^^"^^ ^°^^' A«^ of tl^e many some 
 shall be whose wordless censure cutteth deep because they 
 are so true enthroned 'round mine heart! And yet, O 
 Lord I single out myself, e'en in the midst of men. to live 
 apart I ihis be mine earnest, dear-loved service unto 
 
thee! For many centuries the world went on its way, and 
 circled 'bout its own dull tho't, for all men tied themselves 
 to dogma and to literalness and holy books e'en had their 
 holy writ translated out of them: and e'er they see Thee, 
 Lord, in all Thy might and beauty and, furthermore, om- 
 everjrwhere, — 'til then, thou waitest, patient, for an shining 
 axe with bursting heart that would yea cleave the tree to 
 let the holy sap at center quicken earth. I'll be that axe! 
 I'll kneel to thee! Take thou my deepest deep devotion; 
 anoint me. Lord, and send me forth to live and dwell 
 among them, to cleave the tree and start the sap, e'en 
 tho' all universe shall shun me! Mine thanks come not 
 from them, the puny folks! I will mine humble self with 
 thee forever yoke! Grant me the strength, to go at length, 
 and after long mine passing, may e'en the sap, and core 
 mayhap, grow greater, stronger trees, 'til forest ring, and 
 all these sing of Hiee, and of no other. This task I crave, 
 so make me brave, to make all men my brother." 
 
 HIGHER SELF. 
 
 List! shadow mine and thou shalt know 
 Thine guarded friend and disguised foe. 
 All that now puzzles thee! 
 Canst not mistake the seeming then 
 For real upon thy pathway, when 
 Thou once hast counsel had, of me! 
 
 Mysteries in fathoms stored, 
 
 Wreaths that lurk behind thy forehead. 
 
 These I'll bring and to thee beckon; 
 
 And, once hast proof, 
 
 Shouldst thou, aloof. 
 
 With me, this self of thine e'er reckon! 
 
 I'm self much higher than the one 
 
 That sits in brain enthroned, son; 
 
 Shouldst ne'er bow to the lower. 
 
 Nor age have I, 
 
 And earth defy! 
 
 I am the knowing knower! 
 
 WHICH? 
 
 Did I then beg this niche? And do I fill it quite? 
 Does that which comes to hand, come then because 'tis right? 
 Or I as meteor dropped, nor choosing e'er my fate? 
 Embedded where I land — nor caring 'til too late? 
 
AND CAME AN CHILD, TO JOIN THEM. 
 
 Bleak, hoary headed winter shut the earth in fastnesses, 
 that each year he made anew, and whistled all his 
 vassals in the heaven and hard and deep, the trumpets of 
 him blew. And covered he, the earth's so sacred gardens 
 and blotted all the ugliness beneath, and spread an crystal 
 mantle o'er the meadows, and on the trees hung many an 
 glassy wreath. And kept his little white frost-maidens busy, 
 a-painting pictures with their snowy brush, and closed the 
 tattling, gossip-laden streamlets and cramped them, in an 
 mighty, frigid hush. 
 
 And lest the world should weep for all the losses, of 
 never seeing birds or flowers gay, he spread his diamonds 
 o'er the sleeping mosses, and tinkled sleigh bells thru the 
 merry day. 
 
 But here and there he found an yearning mortal, who 
 sighed and wept for bygone warmer days, and wondered 
 why the earth e'en should be frozen — and marvelled much 
 at heaven's uncertain ways! 
 
 Now, wife to him who blew with fierce abandon, was 
 e'en sweet, laughing summer, but she'd fled, and often spent 
 her idly dawdling moments in contemplating self, quite far 
 ahead. And busy was she e'er with buds and flowerets and 
 makmg fair her world to loving hearts, — so went they oft 
 their way e'en independent and lived for many moons e'en 
 quite apart. But when deep winter saw his weeping people, 
 and longed to make them happier, if he could, — he caught 
 sweet Imgering summer, as she wandered, one time in deep- 
 est part of fragrant wood; and begged that so he might 
 surprise her often, for she was dear as snow and frost to him 
 and tried his coldest words to soften, and pled and begged 
 til grew the forest, dim. 
 
 She relented, and so you find her flow' rets, in deepest 
 winter m your cozy homes and too, he sent his clear refresh- 
 ing ices, to cool thy breath wherever thou doth roam. And 
 then, to show the world they were quite happy,— and not 
 to give example for divorce, a daughter came to bless their 
 sainted union and this was darling spring— you guessed of 
 course! And hand ,n hand she ever led her parents, and 
 kissed first one and then she kissed the next, and so they 
 lived an happy, peaceful family and never more were cross 
 or even vexed! 
 
 But when sweet spring grew old enough for dreaming, 
 she can^e to long and long indeed, for youth, and so e'en 
 when the tender earth was teeming, poetic autumn came, 
 earth s son, forsooth! 
 
 And this is all that earth can give unto thee.— her best 
 and greatest gifts are there for all, and here's a hope that 
 
 rke?her:ail!^"°" ^^^' ^'^^ ^^'^ ^^^' ^^^"'^ ^^^ «^« 
 
 I 
 
AND IN THE BLACKNESS OF THE NIGHT, HE WEPT 
 
 ALONE. 
 
 An king did rend his heart, when happened he alone. 
 The days dragged on, as serpents full of food, and had they 
 naught of beauty that he gleaned; for one small heart had 
 beat near his and then, the mother-heart had stilled and 
 seemed then the sun had quenched itself! The birds seemed 
 lacking e'en their merry song; the fountains splashed but 
 leapt not in their glee; the flowers seemed bereft of all their 
 sweets, the maidens, one and all seemed dull to him I 
 
 And as the littlest heart strode e'en to him, he often placed 
 his frown between them two, so roamed the prince so 
 doubly shorn, alone and wooed the hills and lisping birds. 
 And to the court, where passed the king his four-and-twenty 
 hours each day, there wandered once an pilgrim-monk who 
 sang his way along the road and when he came unto the 
 king, he soothed him w^ith an art he had, and, throwing 
 back his noble brow, he sang of heroes, deeds, and work. 
 Then sang he too, in melting tones, of love and home and 
 souls agone and sang his way e'en in that shrivelled, starved 
 royal heart I 
 
 And beckoned was he to the kingly side, and in an grove 
 that fruitful w^as, he freshened e'en his inward self, and 
 spoke of love as he did quaff the wine. "O kingly heart, 
 hast much e'en here, and all must well be showered on the 
 head o' son o' thine, that while aback I met in forest 
 glade, e'en with his pets! A gentle soul and rare in love! 
 He had the birds about him as in school, and they did pipe 
 and chirp at him and at his feet there ran the brook so cool. 
 And fishes there he fed, and they did vie e'en one with other 
 for his bread. An such an soul is fine and true and I do 
 give thee hope, he's much with you." The glance of king 
 dropped to his lowest inch and fluttered and would ne'er 
 rise at once. But seed had fallen where 'twas deep, and 
 soon the lad was called, with sire to sup. 
 
 With eyes quite new the king looked at his son, and 
 marvelled that he ne'er had noted well, that he the image 
 was, of precious queen, and caught his breath, the pain and 
 stab, between. And lad with yearning, seeking eyes did 
 find, an harbor for his loveless thot at last, and e'er there- 
 after were they close entwined, and grew together as an 
 stem and vine. More grew the lad, like precious queen each 
 day, and lived an happy pair, from henceforth, they. 
 
 Ah! Give not ^11 thy love but only one, for sometimes 
 for ingratitude it haps, this one doth fade and thou art all 
 alone, and then thy tender, bruised heart-string snaps. 
 
AS WOOING BIRD. 
 
 I love thee, dear, as wooing bird. 
 
 Near sings his heart in twain. 
 
 I love the world because I know. 
 
 It was not made in vain. 
 
 It was a place for you to live; 
 
 I love the flowers because 
 
 They're made for you and e'er obey 
 
 The great eternal laws. 
 
 I love the sun that warms your heart. 
 
 The air, that kisses you, 
 
 Dear one, dost see, the world's for thee? 
 
 And I, — I'm for thee, too! 
 
 SUNSHINE TO THE GRAPE. 
 
 Thou art to me as sunshine to the grape, 
 Which turns its acid into mellowness; 
 Makes honey-sweet its heart e'en to escape, 
 Releases all its bounty to the world. 
 
 Else waneth e'er and dwarfed, doth slowly grow; 
 Ne'er tasting its ow^n sweet or knowing aught. 
 We're welded all together, dear, and so 
 I need thy love to ripen all my thoti 
 
 AS MEADOW LARK. 
 
 Far from the haunts of the men, 
 Down where the meadow-larks call. 
 That's where I steal (in my den) 
 Out in the grasses so tall! 
 
 My ear to the earth that's so wet. 
 Catching the song she can sing. 
 Blotting the world and its fret, 
 I'm a meadow^ lark on the wing I 
 
 And I join in the rapturous hymn 
 Born of triumph and hoping and love. 
 The earth and its grieving grows dim. 
 As I soar in the breezes above! 
 
VALLEY-LIUES. 
 
 Valley lilies, do the fairies 
 Shake thy tiny stem? 
 Is it time of all the bridals? 
 Do you call to them? 
 
 Valley lilies do the weddings 
 Always turn out right? 
 Do your bells pour forth a blessing. 
 In the hush of night? 
 
 I WOULD I WERE A FLOWER. 
 
 I would I were a flower. 
 For then, O Lord, I'd be 
 An pure and holy chalice 
 To hold my love for thee! 
 
 What matter if mine life should seem. 
 Perfection but one hour! 
 Still, for that perfect hour I'd dream 
 I were the only flower! 
 
 CRICKET. 
 
 Cricket, cheerful cricket. 
 Why is it that your song 
 Sooths the frets of daytime, — 
 Erases all the wrong? 
 
 Because our song is service. 
 And every night w^e stay 
 Beneath your bedroom window. 
 And for your good we pray. 
 
 ILLUSION. 
 
 Afar, of thee I'm dreaming, 
 (And doth thou slumber, too? 
 'Tis night but in the seeming. 
 But nights like this are few. 
 
 Soft-wafted on a moonbeam 
 Into Elysian light, 
 We taste the real of living; 
 ^rth but the dream, and night. 
 
WISHES. 
 
 The moon is the place where wishes go. 
 Go, when they're born down here. 
 Such tiny baby wishes, indeed. 
 No wonder you love them, dear I 
 
 But in a breath, they soar away. 
 Faster than any bird; 
 And they make the cunningest rustling 
 That ever you have heard. 
 
 In the moon, there are fairy gardeners 
 Who tuck them safe in the ground; 
 And then the moonmaidens gather 
 And dance in a circle around. 
 
 And the little dancing rhythm 
 
 Of their fairy twinkling feet 
 
 Makes the wishes grow and grow^, dear, 
 
 Until thru the ground they peep. 
 
 Once they are up, the moonbabies 
 Sit on their buds o' day. 
 And open pop their petals. 
 And the wishes fly away. 
 
 Tliey're fine big wishes and strong, now, 
 And eagerly wait for the night. 
 When they slip down the silver ladder 
 And they hunt for their homes with might. 
 
 And they never, never get twisted 
 And they always come back to you; 
 As they cuddle down in your heart, dear. 
 You say, "Well, my wish has come true!" 
 
 STARRY EYES. 
 
 thou of the starry eyes! 
 
 1 would that I were the one, 
 To vigil keep in their light! 
 
 I'm sure they would warm, as the sun. 
 
 thou of the burning lips! 
 
 1 would it were fashion now. 
 Burnt offerings to give! 
 
 rd sacrifice mine, — I vow! 
 
MY ARMY. 
 
 TTie great big army that is me. 
 
 Is captive held by foe; 
 
 For pain hath clamped its chains on me. 
 
 I'm locked in ice and snow. 
 
 Yet I've a general that is brave; 
 Undaunted yet is he. 
 And he doth plot and plan to save. 
 And capture all of me. 
 
 He sends deep thots, as scouts afar. 
 Around the world, mayhap. 
 And they bring back more help to me; 
 My foes fall in their trap. 
 
 I sally forth, the all of me, 
 
 A glorious host once more. 
 
 Who dares to say the bravest souls 
 
 Were those that lived of yore I 
 
 SPARKLES. 
 
 They called her Sparkles, 'twas the name 
 God sent her here to paint. 
 In terms of flesh and blood, my dear, 
 To show how lived a saint. 
 
 He painted sparkles in the sky. 
 
 He painted them in frost, 
 
 He scattered them thruout the world, — 
 
 But ofttimes they were lost. 
 
 And so he put his finest ones 
 
 Into her speech and eyes, 
 
 And flashed she then his word of love. 
 
 Till lighted she the skies! 
 
 KARMA. 
 
 Miles and miles of duty ended. 
 Mountains, too, of pain; 
 Yards and yards of errors mended, — 
 Ne'er a glimpse of gain I 
 
 Ah! I glory in the closing! 
 Finished for all time. 
 Now ideals I'll be wooing. 
 And I'll higher climb! 
 
 ^' 
 
 1 
 
THE MENDICANT. 
 
 The maiden limped along, her face toward home, her 
 spirit lifted light her heart and sang itself a song within her 
 ragged garb ; but weariness with heaviness of earth dragged 
 at her footsteps. A long and jading way she'd trudged. 
 
 How much has each of us to give a fainting fellow-man? 
 our love? 'Tis then her all she gave to nurse thru day, and 
 nighttime one sickening unto death, to whom her roughened 
 fingers were tender as a bluebird's breast, — to whom her 
 smile was balm, and needed balm indeed I She gave her 
 all this day and gave it readily, not stopping e'en to make 
 her house at best, e'er took she to her path and task and 
 service. She dropped each little trival thing and hasted 
 with the steps of love unto her calling brother. He was a 
 loitering mendicant, whom oft she'd noted as her herds she 
 watched. He came and went quite frequent and e'er he 
 blew upon a tiny flute, as wound his way along, with all the 
 tools wherewith the tattered footgear, harness and the like 
 he took unto his waiting, journeying hospital, and sent them, 
 cured, unto their thankful owners. And many a mile he 
 had beguiled for many a folk with sleepy tune that did e'en 
 seem a part of drowsy later noon or e'er advancing twilight. 
 When flute no more was heard, she hasted to the tiny hut 
 beside the hoary mountain where e'en the fig and grape- 
 man said he lay, in sore distress, untended. 
 
 Her smile did light his hut then; her nimble fingers 
 lighted too the gloomy hearth and all his poverty-dwelling 
 did take an air of royalty upon it, and did gleam, yea fit- 
 fully, and glow. Cool water brot she to him who tossed 
 and moaned in agony, and her quiet palm closed o'er his 
 twitching eyes. A great cool comfort came then to him, 
 who ne'er had known the touch of womankind. 
 
 Soft slept he soon, but ere his flickering eyelids kissed, 
 he summoned all his strength and gallantry, to tell how 
 queenly 'twas of her, to serve him so., 
 
 "1 make mine gratitude into an holy pearl about thine 
 bosom, girl" he said and slowly sank his breath, and up 
 unto the dome of heaven, slid his soul. * * * ghg 
 did then what she could and sadly raked the embers soft 
 together, and kneeling, breathed a prayer unto him, on his 
 shining journey. She fastened then the door and with 
 her eyes on far off reddening sun, she turned her way back 
 home again. But ere arrived she, her roving hand did 
 pass above her brow, as would she part a veil fresh thrown 
 about her and slowly slid it then beneath her chin. It 
 fumbled there at open throat, for lo! a great and shining 
 pearl was hanging there at easel 
 
'MOTHERING. 
 
 Dear, tiny, helpless hands, why did ye never choose, 
 this one that yearned so, thy days for love to use? Why 
 came ye e'er to right and left, on earth, and left me shiver- 
 ing here, on coldest waiting hearth? When all the nest was 
 holding bated breath listening for thy tiny cry o* "coming" 
 why didst thou pass me by? When all the many threads 
 
 of life unsnarled had been, or some — e'en by thy coming 
 
 why did thy knock ne'er come? Why lingered ye so long, 
 thy great and glowing throng world brothers, aye and 
 sisters, near stopped my heart in pain so strong! 
 
 When arms did ache in mothering themselves, why 
 did ye pass to other arms so full? Was it indeed my 
 mothering should go to babes of ripened years, that having 
 known the tears, 1 could then speak of wisdom when they 
 did come to find, a respite brief from cares they understood 
 so little in their mind! Should all my yearning grow into 
 an knowledge other burdens soft to lift? Since I have 
 hungered so, — have I then earned this. Lord, as gift? 
 
 STRAY THOTS. 
 
 Dear, aimless tho'ts, why wander ye so ill-content, like 
 hapless wraiths with soulless eyes, and homeless, unto my 
 waiting calm, thru open doorway in and then by other out? 
 Why tarry ye ne'er long enough to look about and see if 
 others biding there, sweet solace be for ye? Why dwell 
 ye not within, but ever pause for but a second's time, then 
 onward flit? Do others, then, give ye more ruddy wel- 
 come? Hold out their arms to hamper ye? And grow 
 ye then for fit companions e'en for aye? Why do my 
 hearth-stones greet ye not? Why do ye, smileless, melt 
 your way along? Why do ye pass as mists do rise and 
 fall, in blurred shadow cross the brightness of my days? 
 Should I then make ye welcome, ye tho'ts that come, 
 bereft of smile and glad intent? Ye of the mournful vis- 
 age! 
 
 Are ye then orphaned ones, whose very parents cast 
 ye off, as they did look upon the offspring of their ponder- 
 ing hours? Are ye then all but parentless, and seek thru- 
 out the world a biding place? And then, as orphans 
 doomed yet further paths to seek, each following each and 
 ne'er in stride the next to stray? And have I haply, too, 
 such orphaned tho'ts and do they wander sadly, with their 
 faces shorn of lustre — lacking e'en the vigor of the day? 
 
 Ah, come to me, ye peaceless ones! A debt I have to 
 pay! I'll foster ye, I'll parent ye, I'll make ye more a child 
 of mine, than any child of brawn, — ye tired, wandering 
 children of my brain! 
 
AND HE TROD HIS WAY ALONE. 
 
 He had come to seek, in city marts, for e'en one little 
 jewel, far to find. It was an deeply— glowmg stone with 
 hidden, smouldering fires at heart, receivmg which would 
 pilot him aright, he thot, thru all his devious paths on earth. 
 
 (And many markets, many folks had lain him down their 
 treasures at his feet, yet still sought he, in prime of ail his 
 years,— the gem that smouldered and yet leapt at glance 
 O his. And e'er his roving eye looked gems upon, that 
 were the slaves of other folk; and oft he dreanied what 
 manner were his steps, if found he e'er the one (which con- 
 stant he had sought) were placed not where could be 
 
 ° And in the midst of revelry one eve. he saw it softly 
 shining in the turban rich of an imposing older wisdom- 
 man. He sent forthwith an servant his, to spy about it 
 yonder one would gladly take an goodly sum, for e en his 
 jewel, since 'twas one of many owned by him. But answer 
 came, — and it was answer flat: he'd more of gold than cared 
 he e'en at that. And later sent the wishing-one an kins- 
 folk his to find by manner devious, if there was aught one 
 might in change, place at the feet o' wiseman, and at once. 
 And answer came, if gem the same in tawny gold ot 
 selfsame size could find that e'en as sun at noon took on an 
 adding brilliance, this were the only kind. 
 
 So fared the wand'rer to the ends o* earth, the width and 
 length of all the kingdom that he knew and ne'er the radi- 
 ant smaller sun shone forth, 'til chanced to pass m early 
 twilight e'en a lass, who round her snowy throat had 
 clasped, an stone that all the fire of all the sunsets prisoned 
 it its breast, and with her heart-beats rose and fell its steady 
 flicker as her breath did wane or swell. 
 
 *'0 maiden fair, I long for one an such an ornament I 
 Pray tell if aught there is on earth I may present thee with 
 and go then forth with gem o' thine in this great purse o 
 mine." "Ah no, mine hege." said she of modest eyes, this 
 gave the mother mine and dies its sainted fire, if off rrune 
 bosom lies! 1 grieve, so fare thee on, my lord, I bid thee 
 leave." "May 1 not see thee yet another day and come to 
 bask in e'en its wondrous ray?" He pled, and ^11 ms 
 deep desire and true went into, two intensest orbs of blue. 
 She granted this and soon he came to find, his steps unto 
 her bower oft did wind, and in an night born of the stars — 
 and love, he swore he never from her shores would move. 
 And thus he had the gem o' gems e'en gained, and came in 
 kingdom soon to be proclaimed, the greatest and the wisest 
 and the best beloved prophet that did the holy secrets 
 wrest; and e'er he gave his people counsel free, and sat 
 they alway underneath a tree, out in the open when an 
 audience granted, and e'er 'twas at the hour the great sun 
 
slanted deep to his softening bed among the clouds; and 
 e'er he made his answer, as he glanced unto his bride o' 
 heart entranced and e'er he gained the knowledge keen to 
 
 give, e'en by the flames that smouldered, died or lived, 
 
 in that great jewel on the jewel his! 
 
 DANDELIONS. 
 
 An golden hillside slept beside the sea. Pure molten 
 gold it seemed in the sunl One solid carpet living blooms 
 and this, the fairies loved and held their revelments among. 
 The dark, cool leaves did seem as palms unto them £ind 
 overhead did wave in rhythmic measure to the breeze, 
 these rounded parasols above their dainty heads. And 
 sweet the scent that scattered in their midst eoid roved they 
 e'er so happy, the early spring therein and made at glee 
 that sent the tiny laughing thrills up slender stems of their 
 beloved wold. 
 
 And so the traveller by foot or sea did stop and gaze 
 enchanted at the joy that sprang from e'en that hillside, un- 
 knowing cdl the merriment beneath. And after many moons 
 had cast their rays upon its softening shimmer, the dwell- 
 ers in the coimtry there did call it "Hill o* God" as seemed 
 it e'er to stretch in loving greeting to all men. 
 
 And happy grew the fairies in their wondrous golden 
 wood, and planned in happy council how to help e'en all 
 they could; and blossomed e'en that hillside, from early 
 until late, and Hil o' God was happy and thankful for its 
 fate. 
 
 And since it was so gladsome and spread so far, its 
 cheer, 'twas even granted merits as came the closing year. 
 And every little blossom that filled its heart with love, was 
 granted — ere it wither, an halo from above I And so one 
 day the fairies e'en gathered at their tryst and lol in wonder 
 gazed they — who had produced this? Their golden bower 
 o' sunshine, it seemed the moon had kissed, and up above 
 their heads there waved an airy mist I 
 
 They wept and wept among them (not wise for any fay) 
 for all the darling blossoms at grief, then ran away. And 
 floated here and yonder and bode throughout the land and 
 then the little fairies had but the stems that stand. 
 
 And so at length departed, down where the rushes wave 
 and made an ceremony, and buried grief in grave. And 
 soon another springtime came tapping at their hearts and 
 as an tiny army they sallied in their carts — these were, of 
 course, the butterflies and cushioned soft and gay and flew 
 they as an cloud, 'til came they back to stay, for lol their 
 golden hillside was waiting there for them, and can't you 
 see the welcome that waved from stem to stem? O never 
 doubt the sunshine, inside, or out of thee for shy it is at 
 grieving and it can float from theel 
 
FOR THEY PLUCKED OF THE FRUIT THAT 
 RIPENED. 
 
 An garden led the way unto an open orchard, and here 
 the shadows lay at rest beneath the trees, and scarce did 
 quiver in their softly napping. And hum of all the tiny 
 fruitful life did blur into an steady whirring song, that 
 lulled e'en all that came beneath its spell. And ripening 
 summer brooded over all with e'en the fragrance o' matur- 
 ity. And heavy of their sweet and luscious hearts the rosy 
 fruit hung like an myriad pendant gems, suspended zenith 
 of their perfectness. 
 
 And down the dimming lane, two roving shadows came, 
 now two and separate — ofttimes an melting one, as arms 
 were twined one 'round the each so that the waiting blos- 
 soms underfoot, whose drowsy eyes bent on the earth alone 
 — could scarcely see, such mingled shadows as there fell! 
 And not at all could dream therefrom that she was blessed 
 with golden crown and he of raven black. The great 
 elixir of the open was upon these two, and in their sweet- 
 ened prime one could but stop and gasp in w^onder how 
 the world had passed them by, and not the other half, so 
 sweet a thing been near to find. But underneath the boughs 
 these two did rightful woo and love and there was born 
 an vow that should e'en reach eternity and to the courts 
 above. All things at zenith then in God's great nature 
 world and world of men! And in the lap of Golden Hair 
 did fall an rosy dimpling apple from its perch on high, and 
 came as mighty proof for see! sweet nature in its growing, 
 'round its pretty cheeks had laid (in love so soft and cool) 
 two panting, happy leaves and these did cling as twins 
 indeed, and had been loth to tear their kisses from so fair 
 a cheek; and so w^hen spring's dear messenger, the breeze, 
 was sent to rove about and wake the trees, he softly slipped 
 the tiny pointed leaves aside and cooled the little cheeks 
 beneath, and lo it grew and grew with e'en the loving marks 
 upon it still: two little hands had loved it and had placed 
 a twined caress around its tiny face, — and lo! the maiden 
 looked it o'er and o'er and cried **Ah, lover mine, an sign! 
 straight from the realm of nature up beyond, just see mine 
 little apple and its message fond!" For of a verity, there 
 was, distinct, two perfect loving hearts and they were 
 linked ! 
 
 And oft in later years they played at valentines with all 
 their little maids and helped dame nature with the secret 
 she had sent, and pasted little hearts, as she had meant. 
 So all the children from the country 'round, did come with 
 glee in autumn, and e'er found, as looked they ever in the 
 boughs above and plucked the little apples that the leaves 
 had loved. 
 
ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE. 
 
 "He knocked and unto his knock, came answer." 
 
 So long he had been starving, leaving hinaself bereft of 
 food; and in the outer cold, when He had that within that 
 melts the bitterest frost. He would not knock. He would 
 but sit and groan for things he would not hand himself. 
 
 Some bitter years, yea many, did pass, dull o'er his head 
 and sat he there and groaned and cast a vengeful eye on 
 those he thot, in truth deserved less than he. And bitter 
 grew his heart and gloomy were his thota and wondered 
 he if all he should quick end, by means he knew so well. 
 Such questioning folk ne'er complish e'en so much, for 
 cowards they with all the world, — then eer are cowards 
 to themselves. He groaned. He saved not all his weary 
 groans but for himself — he passed them gratis out to many 
 folk; he pressed them on those weary kinfolk his. Is not 
 the state regrettable when people nearer blood than other 
 folk, do almost sigh to have thee pass into the next exist- 
 ence? So 'twas with him. He cheered, then no man's day. 
 His softly resting hand, on head of child seemed e'er bereft 
 of benediction. 
 
 But see! One little child looked in his eyes and said "I 
 do know God, and you?" "1 know him not," said he of 
 solemn mien. Yet unabashed the child of God crept close 
 to him and said "You see, — you first must knock 1 All 
 doors do open at the knocking. My knock and hands are 
 tiny, but each day 1 knock and say "1 love thee, God so make 
 me good that 1 may love thee more." "You do that, child?" 
 He asked as were a thing so new, grown sudden 'neath his 
 vision. "You say you know 'tis true?" "Yes, try with 
 me, right now! — Bow so, your head, and so, your hands, 
 and say deep, deep in you I love thee, God! I knock!" 
 And hoary-haired and golden crowned, these two whom 
 God did join, knelt in the waiting sunshine and God did 
 at that instant hear their tiny knockings. The world 
 grew bright that day for him, who never more would 
 wear the frown of deep and ill content. The sunshine 
 finds them oft, deep in the woods together, and many walk 
 with them, and birds do sing unto them, and all the world 
 is fair to these who knocked. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 In the sweet of the night. 
 
 When the moon shows her face. 
 Do I hasten to you, 
 
 O'er these fathoms of space! 
 And I kiss you so soft 
 
 In your dreams, it is true I 
 I would it were oft. 
 
 And you felt, as I del 
 
AND UNTO HER WAS GIVEN AN MAN CHILD. 
 
 Bereft of hope and gladsomeness, she'd been in all this 
 life on earth. Her path had lain twixt thorns and rugged 
 crags. Her life too, ne'er had seemed her own thus far. 
 Her duties seemed so clear, and part and parcel of each 
 hour, that all her young life gave she for her folk; and each 
 and all had sapped her strength and joy. There seemed no 
 time to crowd the gladness in! So full her days and hours 
 were e'en of service. And so she went her way and felt 
 her steps grow old and saw her cheek a-paling, and sighed 
 for all the sweetness of the world, that passed her by. And 
 one there came, who wooed; he wooed her, as a handnciaid 
 known with skill and, as his hours he loved to fill with all 
 of life's keen comfort that he knew, so added he unto his 
 other chattels e'en this throbbing woman. Release, it al- 
 most seemed to her, and too as duty, when looked he in 
 her eyes and said he needed her and stopped not then to 
 say, how 'twas he needed. 
 
 She said her yea and went with him, to find alas! Her 
 days now on, were twice as full of toil, — and soon there 
 came to walk her steps with her a deadly lagging all her 
 waking hours. Life had an shadow thrown across the fields, 
 and seemed e'er stretching to eternity! 
 
 Yet one wee morn she conversed with the stars belated, 
 and there did spring an tiny rippling throb triumphant, thru 
 all the being hers, and e'er it grew^ and grew so w^alked she 
 many days with eyes uplifted, and quite alone she spent 
 these days and nights, with e'en this hope, for he who 
 craved her for what her hand could do, found little comfort 
 in them now, and sought his pastures new. She thanked 
 the tiny stars above her now for that and waited with the 
 first keen hope and thrill that e'er had come to her on 
 earth. And in a starry night, and near a clouded dawn, 
 she joined the stars and clouds together, as in a dream — 
 they blurred and lifted and lo! a tiny bit of earth and 
 heaven lay near her side, and blessed her with its cry, and 
 ne'er since then, trod she the earth alone for one was there 
 who breathed the sweetest of all human names to her, and 
 great he grew, and she was blessed beyond the crown of 
 mortals. 
 
 ONE NOTE. 
 
 I am one tiny note that vibrates long and long; 
 I humbly add my life, to thine eternal song. 
 Maybe it fills a lacking, that thou dost need, O Lord, 
 Or modulates two evils, into a perfect chord I 
 
REVELATION. 
 
 And I went up to the throne of God and wooed mine own 
 self. The steps thereto led past the paths "experience" 
 and the dells of "toil and learning," and were the steps 
 of knowledge, and these were made, the treads thereto, of 
 wisdom universal, and the stairs of e'en that other, self 
 analysis and many these were steep and hard to climb. 
 Unevenness did characterize their weary heights. 
 
 And in mine hand 1 carried staff of faith and this did 
 give me surer aid e'en as 1 journeyed onward. For at the 
 start, oft noted I, it slipped and tho an trusty staff, I could 
 not alway count upon it. And much the clatter made I with 
 its metal heel, but as I e'er advanced, light grew its tap and 
 all its sure support seemed wafted into me. 
 
 A hermit's robe wore 1 with naught but cord about it; 
 and too it seemed enough, for ne'er did I become aware what 
 weathers were about me! 1 climbed or night or day.— A 
 one-souled mortal 1, as magnet moveth towards its drawing 
 half. Nor stopped I e'er to turn mine gaze about. That 
 which was calling, called with steady clear insistance and 
 when I found mine steps at last upon the highest stair, a 
 platform white and shining rose and as it rose, I kneeled, 
 for of a sudden 1 was face to face with that which of a 
 surety was I ! 
 
 I bowed unto mine own dear handiwork I was so e'en 
 by many ciphers greater, than 1 had dreamed myself to be! 
 Mine highest hopes had blossomed then! And could I 
 e'er believe they wove themselves into so fair a shell! 
 
 "I am thy self — thy best of selves, thine highest self of 
 all," quoth e'en mine soul to me — "And happy I the time 
 arrived when we once more commune and thou give me and 
 I give thee, e'en of mine greater wisdom. I'm thee, divme, 
 and e'er from now, canst call and haste I to thee. Be true 
 to me, as I to thee, as all these centuries past here waited I 
 in yearning. Thou art e'en at the crossroads, — yet ne'er can 
 once again, re-enter that, thine lonesome shell behind, and 
 not remember thou once hast looked on me. Now go thy 
 ways, for all the days henceforth will sacred seem, for thou 
 dost know, which way thou go, and I do guard, serene." 
 
 THE CORD THAT BINDS. 
 
 Be thou the cord that binds the bundle of my thot! 
 Mine e'er, the hands that tie, mine earthly lot! 
 Hold thou but safe, secure, thru many days. 
 And e'er to thee shall flood my deepest praise! 
 Let not a skilless hand, untie the knot 
 Thou in thy wisdom tied — of thy love wrought! 
 
AND THEY CAME UNTO THE WELL, SINGING. 
 
 *Twas morning time and larks were on the wing; all 
 nature sang and too, the maidens sang, as wound their way 
 unto oasis with their glinting urns. Their burden naught to 
 carry, and they made a picture peaceful, as they twined an 
 arm oft, near an each, and sang and walked unto the wait- 
 ing water. 
 
 Their robes were as of mist and floated e'er and blurred, 
 so that to wandering clouds they seemed an rainbow on the 
 ground. They were of earth, the merriment and joy, and 
 gave it forth, so waved the palms in unison, and plod the 
 passing camels more at ease. And one stood out among 
 them, sweet of heart and all the maidens strove for place 
 e'en by her side. She cast her favors royally, to this and 
 that, and into many fractions cut her path, so then they all 
 in turn, should walk with her. They called her "best be- 
 loved" and ere she to the brimming pool arrived, came 
 sauntering one, in Bedoin garb to whom she shone as daz- 
 zh'ng star O daytime. He kneeled unto her then, and took 
 her urn, and walked they then apart, for all that rainbow^ 
 nosegay e'en of girls, did fade a bit in modest distance 
 back, and as they came unto the well and bucket, her arms 
 did shine as strings of pearls unto him, and he did bend his 
 head, to kiss where dimpled, one. She smiled an smile 
 born of entreaty then and when the urn was filled, they 
 turned their steps unto the dripping pathway made by sun, 
 and on and on it beckoned — so they stalked, two figures 
 in their snowy white, grown darkling black against the far 
 horizon. And on and on they journeyed for these two had 
 all the world forgot, and walked in e'en their kingdom, 
 mindful not of earth. And soon an mountain stood before 
 them, yet ever on, their tireless footsteps tended and helped 
 he her o'er rocky crevasses. And at the top an angel 
 seemed to come to them and say "I guide thee now, for 
 fearless art thou two and, needing not the sound each, of 
 the other's words — art ready now and worthy, on to climb!" 
 So passed they thru the clouds that circled round the moun- 
 tain's brow, and on and on — Until forsooth, an desert had 
 they left forever more, and stood with many another upon 
 an shining shore, and here they left their waiting cooling urn 
 and lived they there forever from then forth. And long 
 and far the others waited, watched and sought for them 
 and when an seeking band had followed e'en those sandles 
 to the mountain's top and found they naught of them, did 
 they e'en stop and wonder what it could e'er mean. And 
 dropped they on their knees and prayed to Allah that all 
 was well with their beloved one. (And parted then the sun, 
 and saw they on that further shore, the smile of their be- 
 loved, who did bless them, and as sign, poured out the holy 
 
f 
 
 water from her urn which did return and give them living 
 witness. 
 
 And e'er, since then, when rain did come to bless, did 
 all these peoples of the wilderness, sing praises on their 
 way to holy well, and say "we love thee" best beloved, and 
 live our lives as best we may, for long we e'er for blessed 
 day we get again thy smile, not tears, beloved one! 
 
 AND SOWED SHE SEEDS AND WAITED. 
 
 A child o' sunny ways and sparkling, did spend her 
 hours that were her own, in closest deep affection with her 
 mother earth: and put her tiny seeds of this and that into 
 her waiting hands and with an snowdrop had she tiny 
 rite and prayed "Dear blossom here with thee 1 plant a bit 
 of faith within." And planted poppies, flaunting in their 
 hue and said "Dear glowing flower 1 tuck in peace with 
 you!" And mignonette, which loved she as her soul, and 
 said "Within thy cradling leaves I'll pleasure roll!" Forget- 
 me-not with eyes of blue were there and e'er she gave them 
 memory fair: and praying pansies deep within their fast 
 shut eyes should hold devotion, and many more; so spent 
 she pleasant hours in sun and rain, attending all her flowers. 
 And grew they in their good and wonted time, to give 
 their sweetness to her in their prime. And after each had 
 had its turn, a bit about the great in-doors to learn, they one 
 by one died to this outer world — but she could scarcely 
 grieve, you see, for each had whispered "I'll come back to 
 thee." 
 
 And ere another spring had dawned did she perceive in 
 all her tho'ts, these lovely seeds she to her blossoms lent 
 were what Indeed to her was sent! And faith and peace 
 and pleasure and all these, came e'en to dwell withm and 
 did so please her subtle fancy that she sowed e en more 
 and blossomed she into an garden rare withm, all sweetly 
 smelling (none were weeds of sin), and peeped she ttiere, 
 in troublous times or gay, and e'er went joy with her upon 
 her way, for mattered not how drear the earth, ^ there 
 bloomed an radiant garden from then forth and e er its 
 holy sweetness kept her pure, for see, it was an garden to 
 endure! 
 
 Plant not the outer and then stop at this; plant little 
 inner seeds and learn their bliss, and all wil surely come 
 to see, they blossom in thine eyes and make thee tree. 
 They send their roving fragrance far beyond, and all thou 
 hast to do is, tend them fond. And choose thy tmy seeds 
 with precious care, for wouldst not have within, an poison- 
 ous tare! They blossom, all these waiting seeds, in heart 
 and hast thou e'er an garden where thou art! 
 
THERE WAS GIVEN UNTO HER, AN PITCHER. 
 
 There was given unto her an pitcher. As opened she 
 the door her hut, so fresh o' morning, 'twas placed on her 
 step, an urn of simple lines, tho wondrous beauty. It so 
 did seem a thing beyond all owning hers before, so stood 
 she rapt and pondering, at her door. It seemed a cheery 
 welcome sign to give, yet felt she quite unworthy. Still, 
 coaxed it so, she took it lovingly in young sweet arms and 
 gave it place within, wondering the while what use it should 
 be put to, A thing of rarest beauty, perchance for 
 rarest blooms! She brot and hastened then to wed them 
 each to each, with happy rite and anthems singing in her 
 heart of hearts. TTien went about her duties and was loth 
 to lock the shining beauty lone within. Returning from the 
 hot and whirring fields when sun glanced straight upon her, 
 she speeded to her wondrous ornament. What strange 
 thing this! The boughs were drooping: they fair did seem 
 to say "we sigh for air, we wish for light o* day; O take 
 us back unto our mother's rocking arms!" Yet panted they 
 their blossoming breath in that short life they spent as 
 brides, the urn! "It must be for mine fishes," quoth she 
 then, and filled it to the brim, and said "no humble home 
 for ye! This wondrous urn shall hold ye and be free, and 
 honored," and went her way back to the waving forests 
 grain. 
 
 O nighttime hasted then her steps unto her waiting pets, 
 so happy thinking they, yet as she entered hut once more, 
 she found e'en two of these were gaspless, on the floor. 
 —And all had died a weary, panting death it seemed. 
 A look of puzzlement and deep distress lay then upon her 
 erstwhile placid brow, and stood she fair perplexed. "Thou 
 takest life from all these happy things of mine" she mur- 
 mured "yet art so bright a thing! I place then, all these 
 dead, yet loving things twigs o* forest, within thine circling 
 arms. Thou must be meant some thinEr of mine to cherish, 
 and keep fresh!" Yet, when the lowing of the kine did 
 brmg her back to world and work, she hurried first to see 
 her deadened boughs, e'en half expecting all their soft 
 suspended beauty, had vivified again. And lo! where yes- 
 Jerday they were e'en bright with color, and a certain fade- 
 less beauty, were they as deadened stalks, all blanched and 
 and oitiful to see! 
 
 "Out, out upon thee, useless urn" she cried "all these 
 mme dearly-prized possessions I've left thee here to love, 
 hast thou e en sapped the life therefrom! I'll none of thee! 
 1 11 leave thee at the wicket and the first, tho beggar, may 
 een cart thee hence! The clouds were lowering as she 
 spoke and with the mumbling thunders, trod she her way 
 unto the waiting fields. The rain came down, and thirsting 
 gram did dnnk it up,— its share— and blossoms took their 
 
tithe and then some yet remained, when dust upon the high- 
 way had cooled its panting breath, and this the urn upon 
 the wicket gathered and kept it cool and sweet all day. 
 And later came there one, from e'en a longish journey, and 
 fell fainting at the hut where stood the urn ; he thirsted and 
 he hungered and had come an long and w^eary way, where 
 rain had not been seen full many a day. The throat of him 
 did seem of ravening flames composed. He fainted at the 
 feet of urn and soared his spirit to an land of fruits and 
 fountains — and so the maiden found him, breathing hard, 
 she looked about and questioned what to do and urn saud 
 "ready, use me now!" And all this pure and fresh'ning 
 draught from heaven, she spread upon his brow, and forced 
 e'en down that flaming, smothered throat. The passer-by 
 were all but passer-on, yet now revived, he looked into her 
 eye and said "O maiden fair, I see thou hast no heart of 
 lead! 
 
 "A blessed thing for thee to keep an waiting urn for such 
 as II" 
 
 So ever on the urn stood at her gate and she did learn, 
 'tis for one's fellowman that e'en our treasured things should 
 useful be, and many passed her w^ay, and called her e'er 
 since then, the lady of the urn, and to the east and west 
 were e'er her praises sung for ne'er henceforth stood urn 
 at wicket minus draught o' peace. 
 
 LEARNING. 
 
 Thou phantom, learning, thou strideth on before my fast 
 advancing footsteps, until my spirit's sore! When e'en a 
 tiny, fluttering part thy flowing robe, permission's given to 
 touch, then fondle I it carefully and praise it overmuch. 
 And as I scrutinize it, no longer hath it thrill; 'tis part of 
 thee not part of me I stand perplexed until, it is e'en strong 
 upon me — 'tis shadow that I have: — The real, ihe whole, 
 is far ahead, — is therefore merry, glad, e'en of my fast 
 pursuing. Nought careth he for fluttering garments he casts, 
 as very jester passeth mockery and laughs to those who hang 
 on words of his. 
 
 Alack! How many steps I take, now forward and now 
 back, for learning, haughty learning hath many, many 
 garbs, and strides his way before me. He's ever yet at 
 large! He passes out the baubles and tight we grasp and 
 hold, as were thy priceless jewels or richest, shining gold. 
 He is a merry jester, his step you'll never reach; he's always 
 in the vanguard: in vain may you beseech, yet he's thy 
 friend, indeed, sir, thou scholar of the book! Unless he 
 stride before thee, wouldst ever backward look. He's ever, 
 ever crying "I am not goal, I'm sign — All wisdom is within, 
 stand still and claim what's thine. 
 

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 MENTAL FIREWORKS. 
 
 Half thy thots are like the fireworks, 
 Sparkle for a space, 
 Catch the eye of one or many. 
 Dying, leave no trace I 
 
 'Round and 'round some go, as pinwheels, 
 Chasing each the next, 
 Then a burned-out pattern whizzes, 
 (This is when we're vexed). 
 
 Others fall, a shower of Stardust, 
 Back to earth again! 
 Some do trickle, as a blessing 
 In a golden rain I 
 
 Some mount slyly up to heaven. 
 Pause, and take their breath, 
 Give their all in supreme effort. 
 Courting fall and death I 
 
 Thots o' mine, I'd have ye sunshine; 
 Quiet, steady, pure! 
 Not the brilliance of a moment, 
 I'd have ye endure. 
 
 ARMA VIRUMQUE CANO. 
 
 I sing of arms and the man! 
 
 Arms that do fight for his own. 
 Arms that do guard e'en the nest. 
 
 And the harvest, he has just sown! 
 
 I sing of man and his arms! 
 
 Man that is noble and good; 
 Man that is striving to help 
 
 Giving his brother-man, food. 
 
 'Tis of man and of arms that I sing! 
 
 Sing, in my praise, soft and low; 
 Sing, for they thrill every nerve. 
 
 Sing, 'cause 1 honor them so! 
 
 I am the one who doth sing 
 
 Of man and his arms, on the rack! 
 
 I, who must stand here and wait 
 
 Hoping man, with his arms, will come back! 
 
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THE CITY. 
 
 Sing ho, I say, a song. 
 Not to the country lass, 
 But to the city throng. 
 The people I love to pass. 
 
 The people that know me not. 
 
 And brush me by in the crowd; 
 
 With them I'll cast my lot, 
 
 Tho* they're weary and tired and loud. 
 
 Give me the city's hum 
 
 And the tramp of common feet, 
 
 Power to alleviate some. 
 
 And the nod of the friends you meet. 
 
 Give me the traffic's roar. 
 
 That speaks of progress and cheer. 
 
 Ever I cry for more. 
 
 For I feel my place is here. 
 
 At night the muffled drone 
 
 Of the busy human hawk. 
 
 Companioned, altho' alone. 
 
 Pray God, here my death doth stalk; 
 
 In harness, in harness to die. 
 With roar of life's battle near, 
 (And the city to hear my cry. 
 And all its protection near. 
 
 TO 
 
 L 
 
 How sweet she was, as honey! 
 Each atom, hers, could teasel 
 And fragrant as a blossom. 
 Kissed by the heaven-pure breeze. 
 How radiant were the days when 
 She blessed, as smiled her way. 
 And changed them from Epistles 
 To Epics! Every day! 
 How fresh and clear her speech was! 
 And flowed it as a brook! 
 And how her lips did tremble. 
 As I their essence took! 
 
INDIAN LOVE. 
 
 Weary eyed he came and sought her, 
 Pain upon his brow; 
 
 Loved he so, Great Heron's daughter; — 
 Hoped to wan her now. 
 
 All the fire of all the sunsets, 
 Smouldered in his eyes; 
 All the haste of all his running, 
 In his heart, that cries! 
 
 Came he thus, unto her dwelling, 
 With all the love he had. 
 Found he there another, telling 
 Burning love — and sad, 
 
 Turned away his bending back, then 
 Sought the cool north shore. 
 Crying, "Add my love to his, O Spirit! 
 I'll ne'er use it more!" 
 
 HARK MY BRAVE. 
 
 Hark, my brave, 
 
 I am thy slave, 
 
 Hope I nought but this. 
 
 My steps are thine. 
 
 Give me a sign, 
 
 I may thy footprints kiss! 
 
 As the sun is far beyond me. 
 
 Over sea of blue. 
 
 As I never hope to reach it, 
 
 In my small canoe, 
 
 So I greet thee, as I meet thee. 
 
 Thou, my chief so true! 
 
 When my sleek 
 And dusky cheek 
 Hollow is, as bell. 
 Still I'll love thee. 
 Thou, above me. 
 Still I'll serve thee well. 
 
 When the forests sigh in slumber. 
 
 When thy grave's quite young, 
 
 When art far among the hunters. 
 
 And my duty's done, — 
 
 Thou wilt find me, kneeling, bind me. 
 
 All my love then sungl 
 
INDIAN SONG. 
 
 Walking softly, as on mosses, 
 
 Gliding, as a slumbering stream, 
 Drinking in the wood's elixir, 
 Slowly came sweet Silver Beam. 
 
 E'er her hands were raised above her, 
 Seemed as sacrifice she bore 
 All her pure and noble longings 
 That would ever wing and soar! 
 
 To an empty path o' forest 
 Tended e'er her saddened heart. 
 And above a tiny mound there. 
 Drew she from the world, apart. 
 
 Then she walked where bright the birds were. 
 And their songs spoke cheer and joy; 
 And again her love was thrilling. 
 For by hand, she had her boy. 
 
 INDIAN'S LAMENT. 
 
 Maiden of the dusk, they call me, 
 Call me maiden dark. 
 Deep they say my eyes as ravens. 
 Sweet my voice, as lark. 
 
 Soft the thots that float above me. 
 Like the bluebird's wing; 
 Bleak as high, big, towering mountains. 
 Is the heart I bring. 
 
 Big chief, lover, won it from me; — 
 Melted it like wine. 
 Handed me a stone and left me. 
 Stole all that was mine. 
 
 INDIAN'S PRAYER. 
 
 Glorious spirit, send my brave. 
 
 Hither home to me! 
 
 Make him long for me as woodbird 
 
 Longs at sunset sea. 
 
 Hasten fast his step at last, 
 
 To my great pinetree. 
 
 When the sun shall sink to sleeping, 
 
 When the woodbird call. 
 
 Listen, spirit, hear me weeping. 
 
 Haste my brave, so tall. 
 
COMPLETION. 
 
 My dearest love was when thou seemed to look, deep in 
 mine heart and pray. Thine prayer did make me whole 
 again and give me back my faith in man. And too it bid 
 me take my load O day, and carry it with fortitude, know- 
 ing e'en that where the first prayer sprang from, others, too, 
 would spring to keep mine flagging courage up. 
 
 Much deeper far, was this, the love thou proffered silently 
 — thine soul to mine — and too in silence gratefully accepted 
 — much deeper e'en by far than other loves at other times 
 yea meted out to me! 
 
 Love oft there was, as crimson poppy, flaunting in its 
 daring and, deep at heart, a languid, drowsy thing, with 
 mind not e'er intent upon the best in me! And other loves 
 were true and pure, but chilling as the out-of-season snows 
 that blight the rarer beauty unaware. 
 
 And loves there were like wandering, homeless birds, 
 dipping e'er and stealing and passing on replete, — unfin- 
 ished wingsters, in whom the soaring song had ne'er been 
 born. 
 
 Ah, loves of but a day! Ye pass as shadows of the real, 
 cast on a garden wall! 1 could ne'er catch thee; I could 
 ne'er live with thee! Art semblance mere, to tell us that 
 the real hath passed this way! 
 
 And O ye loves of many a bygone day! — That come a 
 trooping when a wistful fancy blows them hence, thru musty 
 books, from out a mirrored frame, or of the touching that 
 which speaketh loud of them, ye have I ever w^ith me. I 
 bid ye come and go. And ever do ye serve me, well and 
 patiently. 1 love thee with my mind. I love thee in vhy 
 haunts. 1 share thy love with all the world beside! Then 
 is it scarce a love. 
 
 Friends all, farewell! I go now from the twilight to the 
 light O day. For one has looked deep to the inner shrine 
 of me, and offered there his prayer and I do go to follow 
 him, e'en to the furthest haunts of men! 
 
 No more am loveless I, since e'en he came, and in the 
 midst a day that e'en began as other days, he cast a glow 
 
 of heaven round about, and thru his eyes he scanned, 
 
 and spoke he then, in prayer, my name! 
 
 MY BONDS. 
 
 Thou bindeth me with love; as cobweb, tho' the string 
 Which links with all above, and makes my heartstrings sing. 
 Withdraw thou ne'er the cord, — mine fetters irk me not! 
 I love thy will, O Lord, and have these shackles sought! 
 
DESTINY. 
 
 Destiny I would confer with thee! Thou leadest me not 
 by the hand. Thou guardest not the anchored hopes of 
 mine existence. Ah no, not puppet l! God built too fine a 
 world to pull with strings alone! 
 
 God put the greatest gift in man, that man e'en yet 
 imagine can. 
 
 In other aeons may more wondrous things appear, but 
 now we wonder that tho' made of common clay, we yet 
 can glimpse what rare congeniality, what spiritual com- 
 munion, what mastership of this, our body, means. When 
 ready, worthy for e'en more, will that more be forthcoming 
 for God too planted Hope and Inspiration and Faith in 
 hearts of men. 
 
 So measure thou unto the highest standard here, and 
 then the way doth e'er appear to higher and e'en highest 
 realms beyond. 
 
 Destiny, my friend be now. Art placed here to bid me 
 merely stop. Dost come with gifts in right of hand and 
 left; dost leave me ne'er of Hope and Choice bereft. I am 
 to see, it lyeth but with me, — to choose my path. God 
 meant me to be free. He never placed "either" in the 
 world but that the "or" it followed as the sun the moon. 
 
 Is yet a day, that one has stopped upon its way? Are 
 not all God-made things most certain? 
 
 Tis man himself that blurreth vision with a curtain. God 
 gave thee ever choice as started Universe itself with choice. 
 God gave Himself and made of one the many: yet all the 
 parts, an whole, couldst thou but see. 
 
 The part of God in you, — the part of God in me. As 
 placed He the part divine in all the atoms here, so we the 
 cords that twine, and knot and snarl in hopelessness: — yet 
 we one strand, would we the truth confess! 
 
 Thy neighbor, — thief — perchance thou shalt be next! 
 Cans' t never tell what e'en the other vexed. Are not thy 
 worst of traits a blemish sore? Art thou thyself e'en sound 
 to inner core? 
 
 Dost not perceive that life is given, that thou shouldst 
 guide it, not be driven? 
 
 Canst contemplate a father wise, who gives not child 
 the sacred chance to rise? Canst ne'er another's soul 
 dominion claim. Canst prison, bind it, ever 'tis the same 
 It soars the more in regions high. A magnet there, to draw 
 it to the sky. 
 
THY BOUNTY. 
 
 As a star on the mantle of night, 
 As a beam of the moon on the seat, 
 Comest thou in thy great shining light, 
 Immeasurable thou, to mel 
 
 Thou dost walk by my side and commune. 
 Dost teach me and bid me to climb. 
 Dost put me with nature in time. 
 Dost beg me to claim what is mine. 
 
 I therefore call to me the strength 
 Of the sun and the winds and the sea. 
 Thou hast told me there is no length 
 Or depth, of thy power, but for me. 
 
 MINE HOMAGE. 
 
 Mine eager homage at thy feet, 
 (Aloft my incense swing, 
 I'd make thy path so pure and sweet, 
 I'd make thy joybells ring. 
 
 I'd bid the blossoms all to blow, 
 I'd bid the breeze to kiss, 
 I'd bid the sweet birds carol low, 
 I'd call the sun, — for this 
 
 Must be the only reason, dear. 
 They're placed upon this balll 
 I'd bid them always bide you near, 
 God made them for you, — all. 
 
 TAGORE, AN APPRECIATION. 
 
 Rabindranath Tagore, 
 
 I love thee, more and morel 
 
 For the inspiration sent, 
 
 For the beauty thou hast lent: 
 
 For the words that veil as mist, , 
 
 For thy tho'ts that joy has kissed; 
 
 For thy love of homely things. 
 
 For the peace thy wisdom brings. 
 
 For thy penetration dear, 
 
 I bless the God who sent thee here I 
 
MY SERVANT. 
 
 Soft as night flowers ope their windows. 
 Still, as perfume steals away. 
 Ope I, all the gates my kingdom. 
 And mine thots to you do stray. 
 They do rush Edong the highways, 
 They do float the ether blue. 
 And 1 bid them leave my blessing 
 Ere they dare return from you. 
 And you think perhaps a fairy 
 Has alighted in your heeurt. 
 But it's just my fciithful servant, — 
 I do gueord thee, tho apart 1 
 
 WISHING. 
 
 When the grasses are a-whisper 
 Of the sweetness in the world. 
 When the birds do carol softly. 
 And the blossoms are unfurled. 
 When the petals waft in froUc 
 And the butterflies are winging. 
 And the earth is tuned to bridals. 
 And the hearts are all a-singing — 
 Then I wonder how it can be 
 That i often see a frown, 
 And I hastily imagine 
 Blessing such a one, with crown I 
 Now, how could any morted 
 Walk with crown upon the head. 
 And not become a truly king 
 Before he went to bed? 
 
 MOTHER EARTH AND FATHER SKY. 
 
 O mother earth and father slqr. 
 We're children of you two; 
 Is it because we oft forget. 
 We find your tears — ^in dew? 
 
 And when you lavish many smiles. 
 And spread a feast for all, 
 And we as moles, are blind and dull — 
 Is that when showers fall? 
 
 And when you give us back to health. 
 Unstinting in your care. 
 Is that when sobs do rock the earth. 
 And lightnings rend the air? 
 
COMPLETION. 
 
 As any blossom opens wide unto the sun 
 
 So ope I unto thee, Beloved One. 
 
 But as a bud, reserving half 
 
 I offer others, who sated quaff — 
 
 To them, the part is whole, what matter 1 
 
 Among the sages, infants chatter — 
 
 The whole I offer thee and give 
 
 The half I could not and still live; 
 
 Thou makest me one perfect whole. 
 
 No matter what life's fatal toll. 
 
 We know, we two, that only portion we — 
 
 1 need but thee, and thou, thou needest me. 
 
 A PRAYER. 
 
 In all the lesser things of life, I w^ant 
 Thy tenderness, thy loving thought; — 
 In greater things I want thy bitter blow, 
 That so I understand this world of woe; 
 Since pain must come, be thou the tool 
 'Tis easier, through thy love to rule. 
 Be master of this little me. 
 That I the Truth eternal see. 
 
 MY POOL. 
 
 Thou art as deepest pool, mine own, 
 
 I rest mine eyes on thee. 
 And ever and anon, my dear. 
 
 Peace steal eth over me. 
 
 As deepest pool, mine own, thou art, 
 
 I sooth my tired limbs, 
 On thine great placid breast, my love. 
 
 And all my sorrow dims. 
 
 Mine own, thou art as deepest pool. 
 
 In thee I sink my thot. 
 Thou are the source of all mine hope, 
 
 Life without the were nought. 
 
MY TROVE. 
 
 1 need thy kisses, love; 
 Else, locked my chest of bliss; 
 And I am torn with yearning. 
 For I am sad in this. 
 
 That e'en such coins of gladness 
 Should tarnish ere they rove, — 
 Ah hasten I with thy key, dear. 
 Unlock my treasure-trove I 
 
 I LOVE THEE IN THE FADELESS WAY. 
 
 I love thee in the fadeless way. 
 That moon e'er shines on all. 
 I love thee, as we know the day, 
 Will never fail our call. 
 
 I love thee as the sum of days 
 Adds up the joy of life; 
 I love thee, dear, as autunm haze. 
 Hides ugliness and strife. 
 
 BRIDE OF MY HEART. 
 
 Thou creepest to mine inner harp. 
 Doth softly touch its strings. 
 No wonder that the heart of me. 
 Wakes from its sleep and sings I 
 
 No wonder that the smiles break thru 
 The winter of my face! 
 The harp is breathing love of you. 
 And doth my pain erase. 
 
 DISCOVERY. 
 
 You swing me out beyond this world of toil. 
 Into the land of "Never a care and dreams" 
 I seem to float as trusting petal on the breeze, 
 And life is joy and joy is rest, it seems 1 
 
 It is the magic of those lips of yours. 
 
 That makes me realize I nearly missed. 
 
 The great eternity of life I glimpsed, — 
 
 Which I had lost, had you not turned, and kissed I 
 
^> 
 
 JACK FROST. 
 
 Jack Frost knocked on my window, 
 And he begged and coaxed to come 'round I 
 When I firmly said No, I saw hinx blow. 
 And a troop of his artists csune down. 
 
 "If you won't let me in, then I'll not let you out," 
 He said, and he chuckled with glee; 
 When he saw all my woe, because of his snow. 
 Then he left window-pictures, for me I 
 
 U BOAT. 
 
 You are a U Boat you! 
 U send me down to seal 
 Down to the bottomi sure I 
 U are the death of me I 
 
 Chorus: 
 
 U Boat, you're 23, 
 
 U Boat, you're after mel 
 
 U Boat, this is not war! 
 
 U Boat, you make me sore! 
 
 I think 1 sail for aye. 
 To me it's calm and bright, 
 Then you torpedo me! 
 I sink right out of sight! 
 
 I rise once more, by chance, 
 I find you save my life, 
 U take me prisoner, 
 I make you then my wife! 
 
 THY POSSESSIONS. 
 
 Thou art fragrance of all of earth's flowers; 
 Thou art music of all of her brooks; 
 Thou art sum of her joy-laden hours. 
 Thou hast beauty ne'er read of in books! 
 
 Beloved, what priceless possession 
 In thine very own self, hast thou! 
 Yet I'll make unto thee, my confession, 
 I'll shoulder thy care, right now! 
 
 I; 
 
COMING OUT. 
 
 There's a rustling in the orchard 
 Like a hundred trunks unpacked! 
 There's a great big grand spring opening! 
 Not a detail has been lacked! 
 
 All the gorgeous new spring bonnets 
 Are spread out upon the trees, 
 All the filmy gossamer mantles 
 That would scatter at a sneeze! 
 
 All the little green umbrellas 
 And the great, long, stately canes 
 And the orchestra of joydom 
 That has gathered from the plains! 
 
 There are O, such lovely turbans 
 And such dainty boudoir caps! 
 And such lacy little boas 
 And they're scented — O perhaps! 
 
 the ribbons are so dainty 
 And the colors are so bright! 
 
 I'm competely out of my head, dear, 
 
 1 am dippy with delight! 
 
 For there's just one lovely opening, 
 In the spring it comes, you know! 
 And the invitation's out, dear. 
 Come and see the fashion-show! 
 
 SHIPMENTS. 
 
 I'm weary, dear, and so of late 
 
 My tho'ts were dull and slow. 
 
 They seemed to travel by slow freight, 
 
 And found it hard to go. 
 
 Sometimes I'd find them e'en sidetracked. 
 Sometimes, still in their crate, 
 And sometimes, dear, it is a fact, 
 They'd be a whole month late! 
 
 But, dear, you wrote you'd marry me, 
 And right here I'll confess, 
 They were so gay, they wouldn't keep! 
 That's why I sent express! 
 
AN SYMBOL LEFT SHE, ON THE TREE. 
 
 With the last of weeping summer, tugged the woods soft 
 at her heart, and solitary, grieving for the many duller 
 moons that now would flit slow o'er her head, she tracked 
 her way to grove o' waiting willows. These were the first 
 to greet in springtime in their new attire, so too they linger- 
 ed in their golden garb and cast them e'en with loving rite, 
 as shower o' golden coins for her to walk upon. Since die 
 they should, a pretty fancy theirs to die beneath the tender 
 touch of e'en her loving feet. (And each day made their 
 carpet more like moss, and each day saw she more the sky 
 between their naked arms. And one she loved full well, 
 that so had made an cradle for her lovely form and as she 
 rested thus with book and pen in soft gold-laden air she 
 idly carved an tiny heart that came behind her own soft- 
 pulsing one and said "O lovely head, O heart o' mine, I 
 leave — O hear— I E'en half my love here in the heart o* 
 tree, for drear 'tis when deep winter hides thee o'er and I 
 am torn with anguish for the birds and buds and all the 
 little things, o* wood!" 
 
 But tiny hand o' hers could never stay the greater, grim- 
 mer hand o' time and hasted then the bitter blasts o' north. 
 
 lAnd with what patience that she could, she brot her 
 hours and pleasures then indoors and spent the half her time 
 'mid sonnets o' the dear without she loved so well ; and came 
 sweet spring, as ever yet he comes, one morning to her 
 lattice with a note o' hope. And ere her willows e'en had 
 thrown on cloak, the tiny snowdrops tied their simple caps, 
 and wandered she among the sad reminders of her glow 
 of golden days, and sought she tiny notes from nature's 
 pen. And later came the violets and in their deepening 
 love did cover cool and green again the ground where once 
 did lie the golden rug. And they did coo beneath the willow 
 trees and coax and say "See, our hands are tiny yet weVe 
 taken mittens off and altho* cool, the air is sweet and 
 clean! Be not afraid but venture out! O dress for her, 
 o"' precious lady fair!" And coaxed they so insistent the 
 timid, longing willows peeped their little noses, sniffed their 
 bursting spice and hustled overnight to put their lacy gar- 
 ments on their chilly limbs! Then came the lady fair, and 
 wreathed in rosy smiles was she this morn and all the forest 
 sang an paen joy. "Ah see!" the violets cried, " 'Twere bet- 
 ter to have died an quick and frosty death, than let our lady 
 wait one longer day to greet us in our bloom!" And waked 
 and grew they all, — the joy in all the outer things, and, far 
 within, the greatening joy of her they loved so well. And 
 m a day, when summer tries to sooth to sleep all fretful, 
 j^ things, with lullaby that she alone doth know, did 
 wend the drooping lady to her cooling, willow deep and 
 there for the first time e'er did find in rocking arms the 
 
tree, another sat and seemed quite at ease. Mine sir I 
 mine tree!" she stammered in her puzzlement, and sending 
 words 'fore thot. "Thine tree?" he asked and loved her m 
 that hour so keen that naught did linger in that head o^ his 
 but how to keep her there serene. "It seemeth mine, he 
 quoth, "I ne'er more felt at home! 1 now do find it doubly 
 hard e'en from this tree to roam! This arm seems beckon- 
 ing wide — sit thou me here beside, and see if not the tree 
 can love us both!" And she indeed, surprised, found she 
 
 was nothing loth Now little cupid sat upon that 
 
 willow tree, and little cupid knew his work full well! You 
 see her heart she'd left there in his keeping and winter 
 locked it tight down in its deep, and in the tree that heart 
 had been a-weeping, but with the spring it jumped out with 
 a leap! And this, the man o' love had taken when had 
 leant, so hard upon the willow. And cupid guided this is 
 what he meant! And after many days small cupid scat- 
 tered his steps unto the waiting willow grove, and io! his 
 lovers cut (as if it mattered) deep in the heart o tree that 
 so— it should e'en larger year by year e'er grow an double 
 heart, entwined one "round each, and now the willows, 
 weeping did beseech, sweet cupid e'en should send their 
 lady fair unto them soon, they missed her presence there. 
 But since she lives afar with Prince Heart-keep, she comes 
 but seldom — That's why the wailing willows weep! 
 
 WAR. 
 
 You loved me, dear, when peace was here; we had our 
 boy, our nest was amply large for three of us— one room 
 enough, since we had joy. And life was sweet Each day 
 we felt the throb. But war come on. You bowed your 
 head, then stiffened straight your back, and sailed away, as 
 we did pray,— nor realized the lack your daily strength 
 
 meant to us! , .. „ 
 
 We sadly roam, around the home, where now tis grown 
 too cramped by far, to hold just two — and grief. 
 
 THE FERMENT. 
 
 In the rattle of war, 
 In the shrieks of the maimed, 
 Thru the grinding of power. 
 Do I still see thy love. 
 
 *Tis the seething of gas, 
 *Tis the poison in blood, 
 And the purging from lust, 
 Ere the reign from above! 
 
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MY SOUL. 
 
 O thou by whom I steer my bark, thou soul of me, whence 
 is this urge, and whither carry eth my restlessness? Art 
 thou but stinging pride of me, to shame these acts of mine, 
 to spur me to endeavor higher and more w^orthy? Or 
 art thou weeping for the tears of yesterday, — thou with 
 the broader vision, who didst know, and urge and had then 
 there to stand and see thy mandates scorned! Or is this 
 restlessness my best of friends? Does not the crystallizing 
 finer products e'er result long after ferments come in con- 
 tact? Is not the ferment needed fever in my veins, to 
 burn the dross and ready make for channels new? Thou 
 soul of me! Wilt ne'er be still? I calm thee for a moment, 
 then with redoubled vigor, art thou prodding me again! 
 Say thou but "All is well" and I'll go half the way to meet 
 thee, to court thy blows and pricks, to shrine them fair, and 
 give them heed. Thou shalt mine general be, — but give me 
 tiny, perfect sign that all is as it should be, in God's and 
 this, mine world! Perchance I should be e'en about mine 
 father's business! Should fill my moments full to running 
 o'er, with tasks and burdens, lightening those who know 
 their captain not, or e'en if have they one! Then are mine 
 days too full of service, aye and praise, to come a-picking 
 faults with thee, mine own true self. I salute thee! I'll 
 ne'er cross swords with thee! I'll clasp thy hand and fall 
 in line, and follow e'er thy battle cry, w^hich battle cry of 
 freedom is! I know thee now for what thou art! Thou 
 art the real of me! I, here, the shadow, made the near 
 mistake of thinking 1 was tree, w^hereas I now perceive but 
 shade am I, and e'en at that, inconstant one, depending 
 e'er and e'er upon the sun — else blankness, II A flitting 
 shade, relying for mine very life on thee, mine trusty tree! 
 Yet now perchance that shade I know myself to be, may I 
 e'en grow into the heart of tree, and thou, absorbing me, 
 we both in turn, our tiny quota, too, shall give the great 
 effulgent sun, that overshadows all these walking shades 
 on earth! (And thou, O tree, couldst never live, if sun 
 refused new life to give! A chain are we, fast bound to 
 each, and e'er should for the higher reach. I tho't I was 
 the all, and mine the perfect course, but prone am I, on 
 ground ; thou reach est toward the source 1 
 
 WHEEL OF UFE. 
 
 O wheel of life, thou art become a solid living ball! 
 It is the speed that many lead, in strain to reach the all. 
 The tiny all, that answer seems, to them, in maniac haste; 
 Yet tiny thread, and it has led them to the desert's waste! 
 
ASPIRATION. 
 
 Of thine deep intentness cometh, much that to thee ougurs 
 well! pin thy faith high in the heavens. Thou wilt come then 
 there to dwell. Make an shrine that thou canst roam to, burn 
 an candle with thine love, kneel upon the steps o' patience, 
 scatter cheer as thou dost rove! All the blessings lie await- 
 ing, in the air, the trees, the brooks. Glean not all thy 
 empty learning from the knowledge stored in books! Much 
 has e'en escaped the covers, for its freedom is its aim — 
 thou shouldst get it e'en first-handed, for no two find it 
 the same! Learn each minute that thou breathest; life and 
 men can teach thee much; learn to find what is eternal, for 
 the trivial shouldst ne'er touch! Life is precious, life is 
 fleeting, thou art here to fill a niche; canst be generous with 
 thy blessings. Dost not need to e'en be rich! Hoard not 
 smiles and scatter scoldings! Use not sharp words, use the 
 sweet! Tie not talents up in bundles! Scatter them at 
 stranger's feet! With each thot thou givest self, then, give 
 an thot to one less blessed! Take thine bread and break 
 it gently — give to needy e'en the rest! Think of starved 
 souls of babies! Think of hungry souls that age! Give 
 and give o' thine compassion — think not that thou sure can 
 gauge! Trust the highest thot can fathom! See with faith 
 when thou art blind! And in time thou shalt discover 
 deeper depths than mortal mind! Be an harp that thanks 
 the zephyrs, when it passive's played upon! Be an tiny 
 note created, add to the eternal song! 
 
 ASPIRATION. 
 
 A buttercup cried to a swallow, 
 "How wonderfully free thou art! 
 So high and so strong in the heavens. 
 Hast carried away all my heart!" 
 
 The swallow sang up to the mountain 
 "I'm in love with thy eternal snow! 
 Of all in the world, thou art beauty^ 
 If I could but reach thee, I'd know!" 
 
 And the mountain was ever calling 
 "Dear sky, if I could for a while 
 Just touch thee, I should be blessed — 
 If I could but melt in thy smile!" 
 
WORDS. 
 
 "I am thy friend," quoth he. 
 And played me false that day! 
 I pray for light to see 
 The tjuth as best I may. 
 
 How easy 'tis to think 
 Words are the all of speech! 
 Words either float or sink, — 
 'Tis but the true that reach! 
 
 All others clog the deep 
 And sluggish make the stream. 
 Weigh thou the words thou keep! 
 They're stronger than thou dream! 
 
 WHISPERING PINES. 
 
 Whispering pines, O whispering pines, 
 On the top of the world, near the sky, 
 What are the secrets you pass on in signs? 
 Up where the deep shadows lie. 
 
 Whispering pines, O whispering pines. 
 Up where the snows cradle deep. 
 Why do you stand, as an army, in lines? 
 Why do you sigh, as you sleep? 
 
 Whispering pines, O whispering pines. 
 You, to your vow are so true! 
 What can it be that so firmly binds! 
 Your secret will perish with you! 
 
 THE SONG OF THE WORLD. 
 
 List to the song of the world! 
 That throbs in the air, like a lyre. 
 List to the praise that it sings, 
 'Tis a voice that never can tire. 
 
 It is sea and wind where they fuse; 
 It is made of the peace in the nest; 
 The joy in the buds, as they .bloom. 
 And the love in the hearts as they rest. 
 
MY IMAGE. 
 
 Keep me in tho'ts of thine so purel 
 Set me as saint within a shrine! 
 Then all that racks 1 can endure. 
 If only in thy tho'ts I shine! 
 
 See thou the better part of me! 
 Think not on this, that changeth oft! 
 Let me but live as youth, to thee! 
 See me as incense, fading soft! 
 
 ENDURANCE. 
 
 As the cold of the cliff greets the warm of the sun, 
 And the dawn spreads her smile upon day. 
 As the moon softly kisses the burdens of men. 
 And melts them in kindness away, 
 
 So I love thee in heat, and I love thee in chill 
 And I worship the hours thou doth bless. 
 For, loved of my heart, I'll love thee until 
 Thy love comes to me to confess! 
 
 LOVE SONG (AS SUMMER BREEZE). 
 
 I love thee as the summer breeze 
 Loves to woo the pine, 
 And floats beyond to other trees 
 With fragrance so sublime! 
 
 His breath had ne'er such beauty sown, 
 Had he not come and kissed, — 
 And all the forest ne'er had known 
 How much it might have missed! 
 
 RECOGNITION. 
 
 Friend of that other ntie. 
 
 That lived such ages back! 
 
 I do acknowledge thee! 
 
 Hast come to fill a lack? 
 
 Because we once were close 
 
 Tied by the cords of love. 
 
 Shall it then be thy boast. 
 
 The naating w^as above? 
 
 Thou hast thy pathway here, — 
 
 I, too, and mine's afar. 
 
 We'll gird our souls 'gainst fear, 
 
 Meet later in some star. 
 

 PERSIAN PRAYER LVIII. 
 
 O thou of the mountains that gleam, 
 And thou of the shadows that lurk, 
 Bring in being, all that 1 dream, 
 And frown, when a duty I shirk. 
 
 As I cozen and cuddle mine bliss. 
 Let me gaze e'en serene at my pain! 
 And from nearness, understand this, — 
 If I balk, then it fronts me again. 
 
 PERSIAN PRAYER. 
 
 O thou of the e'er- falling snows. 
 And thou of the e'er-leaping w^ave, 
 Help steady my soul in its throes! 
 May I know that rebirth is, to save! 
 
 May I gently bow to thy will. 
 Trusting e'er in thy tho't for my best, 
 May I strive every moment to fill. 
 And leave to thy wisdom, the rest! 
 
 PERSIAN PRAYER. 
 
 O thou of the ne'er-closing eyes. 
 And thou of the love divine. 
 Omnipresent in earth and skies, — 
 Dwell thou in this brain of mine! 
 
 O thou of the soundless voice, 
 And thou of the patience that waits. 
 Thru many lives of ours. 
 Dwell thou within my soul-gates! 
 
 O thou of the deep breathing calm. 
 And thou of the glittering bliss, 
 Flow thou in these moments of mine, 
 Dwell thou, in this heart remiss! 
 
 PERSIAN PRAYER. 
 
 O thou of the slumbering life. 
 And thou of the wakening death, 
 Show me to expand with the strife. 
 Teach me, what within me thou saith. 
 
 Let me know that mine pulse means to give! 
 Let me woo never death in my veins! 
 Let me add to my tho't, as I live! 
 Nor give to satiety, reins! 
 
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