o " • vO^ x a ^ -J • • s * * -1 O ^ \^ o * « ^* ^ °^ - ^ v^ 1 ' • °, vv 4 o • • * * * ^ a c .0' ' ^* ^0 c ° " ° ■» ^o J r - V V • I •> ^ \P V **v % •5 ^v 4 O o y -1 .0 o°_l°*- O. ■v> r> H fl ^ — <* V I ) a. < V 5 .V •^0" c *^&v ° V .*> °o. ,0 * a° V. * • « o ' -^ aV 5^ ^ 4 A. v ■ % .0 ,v v o >v *V o o. ■ LYRICS BY LLOYD MIFFLIN, Litt. D. , . THE HOFFER PRESS UNDER THE MAPLES, MOUNT JOY, PENNSYLVANIA I904 LIBRARY «f CONGRESS Two Cepies Received MAR 14 1904 ^ Copyright Entry CLASS ex. XXc. No. so ->- 1- ^> COPY 8 CCYRIGHT, 1904 BY LLOYD MIFFLIN O TENDER LIGHT." BY LLOYD MIFFLIN O dreamful woodland stark with age ! Deserted, desolate leaf-strewn ways ! Your pathos now can ill assuage The pang that comes from other days ; O faded grasses, paled with frost, That mark the course of frozen streams, As poems writ when love is lost Show the hushed poet's buried dreams ; O tender light that gently grieves O'er phantom uplands, ghostly gray, And on the waste of Evening leaves Pale ashes of the dying day : Ah, fading light ! Oh, fallen leaf ! Ah, frozen fields love made divine ! Ye semble but a season's grief, But Oh ! the endlessness of mine ! Copyright 1904, by Lloyd Mifflin. A MIDNIGHT CHORD. PARIS BY LLOYD MIFFLIN. I. 'Twas midnight in the lamp-lit garret room ; From the rich cello, with impassioned bow, A rapt soul drew the pathos. Hushed in gloom They listened, breathless, to the plainting low. II. Two lovers, mutely clinging hand-in-hand, Stared at the havoc of the coming years ; The lonely sculptor from a foreign land Gave way at last and melted into tears. in. Then one walked to the window and looked up Shaken with grief, remembering long-lost lips ; As memory passed to all her wormwood cup Youth seemed a phantom over sunken ships. IV. Then one by one they sought the silent night ; Each hoarding in the heart a sorrow, veiled ; Delicious pain had left their faces white, And still the music, gently poignant, wailed. Copyright 1904, by Lloyd Mifflin. THE TRAMPLED VIOLETS. BY LLOYD MIFFLIN. 'Twas blossom-time anear and far, As down the quiet woodland dale My love went wandering, sorrow-pale, Where all the early violets are. Alone she walked in tender rue, For I had hurt her gentler mood ; I watched, and saw her where she stood — Her foot upon the flowers blue. Then, as she passed in sweet disdain, I plucked, and pressed them to my heart ; She saw, and she forgave the smart With lips, Oh fonder for the pain ! And as we clung with rapturous breath, While evening- darkened all the air, I hid the fragrance in her hair, And swore that love should outlast death. The years, — how dim and far, O Love Yet still the violets greet the glen ; But thou wilt never come again From amaranthine fields above ! Copyright 1904, by Lloyd Mifflin. BY THE STORM -SWEPT SEA. BY LLOYD MIFFLIN. Lone, desolate reaches of the twilight dunes Crowned with the wind-bent pine, Where phantom fingers harp forboding runes Learned of the mystic brine. Wan, ashen pools amid the mournful sands ; Reeds, — moaning round the brink ; And through the gloom, the ghost of frantic hands Appealing, ere they sink. Great voices, calling from the outer deep, Imperious, and profound, — A summons from the eternal caves of sleep Borne, without sense of sound. O love ! cling closer in the fading light ! The winds begin to wail, And many a ship, storm-beaten through the night, Shall perish in the gale ! Cling closer — closer in the gathering gray ! Let the wild breakers roll ! Safe moored are we within the quiet bay — Love's harbor of the soul. Copyright 1904, by Lloyd Mifflin. FIFTEEN COPIES ONLY OF THIS BOOK WERE PRINTED, FEBRUARY, 1904, AT THE HOFFER PRESS, UNDER THE MAPLES, MOUNT JOY, PENNSYLVANIA. O " o « o ° .0 ^ , -i • ^1 ^, oWff* ** ■**. -IRK?* A. c <* o <£? fe*- sy .;••* "> v" * s ?** ^ ^ ^ > o V '** A** \>** J ^ *^#* .-ater-, \,/ .va&a;-. **.>♦ •'« ****** -*■'•* ' r O / c°"% ^ V • L " - O / f « .^ * AT V*^ C, vP «3> * V *° . . . . °*