r PS '873 /'. ;■ i LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. # ,* I Imp- -L- |op S ti 9 w jo. l — '' 1^ 3 ! UNITED STATES OF AMERTCA. f I- SECOND EDITION WASHINGTON: PUBLISHED BT THE AUTHOR. 1873. Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1873, by Islat Walden, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. HOWARD UNIVERSITY, Washington, D. C, July 26, 1872, I believe the facts as stated in the following Introduction to be strictly true, and take pleasure in commending Islat Walden to a generous public for such aid as can be given him, in his effort to obtain an education. A. L. BARBER. Prtf. Nat, Phil and Priiu Nor. Dept. H, £T. WAR DEPARTMENT, Paymaster General's Office, Washington, August 1, 1872. I take pleasure in commending to the reading public the author of this work, Mr. Islat Waldbn, now of this city. Of the worth of his writings I leave careful readers to judge ; of his own worth — his perseverance, integrity and Christian character — I can speak in terms of praise, after years of careful observation. From the time of his coming to Washington, in tho winter of 1867-'G8.up to the present date, I have watched with interest and pride his steady growth in grace, his rapid mental development, his unceasing devotion to principle, and his earnest labors in behalf of the poor of his race, who surely will, in days to come, remember and bless him for his coun- sels. His work in organizing Sabbath Schools among the poor colored children of this city, as well as hia labors among those who could not thus be reached, by reason of their in- firmities, we know and cannot too highly approve. And all this persevering study, this devotion to duty, is the more to be commended, as we remember his affliction, a defective vision — at times almost blindness — which alone would have served to keep a less devoted servant in the background. I trust this his first venture will meet with the success it deserves ; that his quaint rhymes may please and profit all who read them ; that, whatever may be the faults of metre, critics will not lose sight of the eloquence, originality and real beauty of thought that are found in his work. J. L. H. W1NF1ELD. CONTENTS §o§ Introduction -.., -.-.-. 7 Introductory Verses .... ...... -. 11 The Daneer 13 ToS. 3. N 14 Doubt 15 Jesus. . . 15 Eulogy on a Classmate . 17 Prayer for the School 13 Temperance 19 MyRe:-^: ... 1 1 Letter to Miss Smitherman . 20 One to L - . 24- The Sa .... 24 The X 25 Eden .27 The L ; Love's 3 30 OurM Ok 32 The Yg - i'a Comforter 35 . of Self ... 35 To my Benefactor, Dr. D. B. N . 3n To Ml Her First Effort at Shirt-making 37 Inquirv . N. N. Gray 37 Grace' 33 Ode to General O. 0. Howard 38 The Prince of Peace 41 Letter to Dr. See. . . . 42 To a Friend 43 On a S Call to -School 45 To tho Graduating Class 46 On a Friend ^~ A Lady Friend ^* Introd Additional Poems G CONTENTS. To the Faculty of Howard University 52 To Alfred Horner , *-. 54 To Miss Crane 56 Letter to Rev. Mr. Hartraught . . . ., 57 To John K. Smith, of Trenton, N. J 58 Dedicated to a Young Lady 59 Wish for an Overcoat 62 To Hon. Senator Pomeroy 66 To Miss N. J 67 Gratitude 70 To Professor Atherton .' 71 The Golden Rule : Its Introduction at the University. ... 73 To Miss W***** 75 Ode to Mr. Dunlap and Family 76 The Widow 78 An Address to Dixie 80 The Icy Poem 83 Dedicated to the Junior Society 88 The Hand of Death Invisible 90 Correspondent Solicited 91 In honor of Dr. Jos. Taber Johnson , 92 Place Thy Trust in God 94 INTRODUCTION. Isiay Walden was bora a slave in Randolph County North Carolina. His master died when he was tin infant, and he was sold twice in his mothers arms. When eight or ten years old he attracted a good deal of attention \>j his ingenuity in the use of carpenter's tools, and for great aptness in reckon- ing. His master would take him to market to mat© "his calcu- lations for him, and bets were frequently made by himself and friends on May's being able to perform certain difficult cal- culations in three minutes time. These calculations were all mental ; he never had the least training from books. His master learned to value his services in keeping things in order about the place, making little repairs, etc., so that he was never put to hard work. From the failure of his owners, he changed hands several times. His mother died when he was about eight years old. When about eighteen years old he was engaged at a gold mine in driving oxen. The owner* was a very passionate man, and was so angry one day that he was about to strike an ox to the ground with a mattock. Walden remonstrated, saying, " The ox will die. :? It fell dead in a few moments. They threw its body into a pit where a shaft had been &unk, and while they were standing over it Walden made and re- cited impromptu his first verses — * Of this gentleman, [Mr. John MerTon,] and his estimable family, Isley Walden speaks in warm terms of commendation, a rivalry seeming to exist among them as to who could do the most to contribute to his gen- eral comfort, whether at his labors as a slaye, or aa careful and sympa- thizing attendants in sickness. 8 INTRODUCTION. "Poor Old Dick, He died qnick ! He died all in a minute. Here is a shaft thirty feet, And we have thrown him in it. He was red, And he is dead ! The buzzards may forsake him; For he is buried thirty feet, Where they can never get him." After he had repeated this the mail says, " Walden, you are a poet." Walden asked, "What is a poet?" He replied, " One who writes poetry." " What is poetry ?" asked Walden. The man explained by asking him if he did not know what hymns are ? &c. From this time he was running over rhymes in his head, and longing to learn. The second poem was composed on the occasion of his being attacked by a drunken man. A mob collected, and he was in danger of being killed if caught. While hiding from them under a tree he composed the lines beginning — " Now here I lie upon the ground." The surrender of General Lee occurred while he was at the mine. He left there soon after, and went from one mine to another, in North Carolina, until he came to Washington, searching for glasses to enable him to study. He came on foot, the snow falling during part of the jour- ney. He was told by some he was too old to learn j by others that his eyes were so poor he could never study. After a good deal of wandering about he met Dr. Nichols at a preaching service at Howard University. He gave him the first real encouragement. He composed some political ballads, which he had printed and went about the street selling them — all the time trying to find some help for his eyes, or some school where they INTRODUCTION. would teach him. He lived ia this way three years, extending his travels through parts of Pennsylvania and New Jersey- While in New Jersey he attracted the attention of the Second Reformed Church in New Brunswick, which, through Professor Atheiton, pledged one hundred and fifty dollars a year to- wards his school expenses until he should graduate. Dr. Nichols was still his friend, and when he made applica- tion to enter Howard University a year ago his daughter taught him, patiently and faithfully, for three weeks. At the end of that time he was able to write something which re- sembled his name, read pretty well in the Second Reader, and worked examples in long division. He entered the lowest class three months behind it. At the end of six months he skipped a class, and joined another a year ia advance of the one which he first entered. Since he has been in the University he has composed a number of pieces suggested by passing events characteristic of school matters, &c, which he has collected in this little book. He wishes to sell them during his vacation, to make a sum sufficient for extra expenses during another year. We do not claim great poetical merit, but think the effort worthy of encouragement. His stock of words is necessarily small, as he had no knowledge of books until within the past year. C. C. H. [Note. — The proper name of the author of this little volume is Alfred Islay Walden, but, for the reasoa that when but a young lad a man was hung, in the same County in which he resided, with the surname of Alfred the name become repul- sive to the ear of the unlettered boy, and he mentally resolved to abjure the name. Since that time he has been known only by the name of Islay Walden.] POEMS. INTRODUCTORY VERSES. will record each little rhyme, Although it may not be sublime, I Shall I despise the day though small? iv - Can I forget my Saviour's call? Help me to love each little thing From which the great and noble spring ! It's very true, yet it can be, That drops of water fill the sea? The mustard seed is very small ; The tree it brings is great and tall, It spreads its branches far around, Among its boughs the birds abound. I then may do some noble deeds, When I have sown these little seeds, If one should fall in some one's heart, And give to him an upward start. Unseen the sparrow does not fall, For Jesus Christ takes note of all. 12 The little ant is smaller yet, And we may go and learn of it. A single tear from weeping eyes, Is like the rain drops from the skies, For each one does its office fill, And I should do my Saviour's will. Now if the spiders were to say, Just take these little webs away, Would they succeed in catching flies, Or would the Bible call them wise? The locusts are without a king, And yet they make the forest ring ! The coney I will not omit, Because 'tis small and full of wit. When Jesus left the shining sky, And came on earth, for man to die, He gave His life upon the tree, That he might make sin's captive free. He did not seek to dwell with kings, Nor did he slight the minor things ; I know that he was meek and mild, And sought to bless each little child. And when he said, Go forth and preach, Did he not also bid to teach ? Although my talent may be small, My Saviour will require it all. walden's poems. 13 THE DANGER. low here I lie upon the ground, fjfflf I wonder if I shall be found, 1 "| There's nothing but this little pine By which in safety to recline. Now it is standing on this hill, And if I'm safe it is God's will ; But should I now be called to die, On wings of love I soon would fly. I hear the crew, now passing by, And wonder if they '11 me descry ; For. T can hear them loud proclaim, While swearing vengeance on my name. I see them going hanol in hand, And hear them in their noisy band, I hear their guns and pistols crack, As though they were returning back. Jesus, to Thee I lift my prayer, That Thou would'st save me from despair ; For they are drawing near the place Where I have sought to hide my face. For now they pass and do not see, And surely I shall soon be free, So, let me rise upon my feet ; It may be that I can retreat. 14 walden's poems. How near they came unto the pine By which, in fear, I did recline ; The distance measured in good fix, The feet were number thirty-six. -o — c>- TO S. S. N. i arah, thy name shall ever live ! j. Shall have the best place in my heart, jg. For the instruction thou didst give* When others bade me to depart. Stretch forth thy loving, gentle hands, And bid the needy come to thee, For there are many in the land, Who gladly see^, to learn of tnee. Thy gentle hand shalt bless the poor, Shall wipe away the tears they she'd; And from thy bounty I am sure, The poor and needy shall have bfe*acL Thy steadfast feet shall tread the Wa^ 7 That saints and angels long have troC WALDEN'S POEMS. 23 And well remember how thou slept, When leaning on my breast. I cannot tell your pa and ma How I esteem those days ; Nor can I tell them how I love Their kind and pleasant ways. My little friend, I 'd like to ask, Art thou a child of God? And do you walk the narrow path That saints and angels trod ? It is a straight and shining road, And leads through wisdom's ways, And if you'd be a child of God, Oh, start in early days ! Now, if we never meet again About the old home place, Then may we meet in heaven above, Around God's throne of grace. Remember me to all my friends, In words which I proclaim ; Then give my love to all thy house, And thou accept the same. <>— > 24 WALDENS POEMS. ONE TO LOYE. [h, where r s the maid that I can love, With love which I have never told ? \ Where is the one that I would like To comfort me when I am old ? Do I not see before my face, A mate prepared for every one ? Then sure there 's one prepared for me, Nor need I trudge the road alone. Now who is he that speaks to me Of Mormons and of Mormonhood ? While this you know, the Lord has said, They twain shall be one flesh, one blood ! Come listen, then, to what I say Before this evening's work is done, That you can do as you may please, But I ? d be satisfied with one. THE SACRED STREAMS. IjjpESUS, that stream shall ever flow Ml|| That washed my sins away ; f|l| That made my heart as white as snow, And moved me then to pray. walden's poems. 25 It is a stream of pure delight, Flowing both deep and wide ; Each ripple doth reflect the light, Proceeding from Thy side. It is a stream where all can meet And drink a full supply ; Can bow and worship at Thy feet, And praise Thy name most high. There millions in Thy presence stand, They bid us welcome home ; They tell us of that happy land, Where all in Christ are one. And if we will consent to go, We there shall bathe again In waters bright that can, we know, Cleanse from the foulest stain. THE NATION'S FRIEND. I#HIS nation has a faithful friend, M In whom she may confide ; ?| Whose influence is like a sea, ' A Flowing both deep and wide. Let us behold the sea, how calm — What ships her billows float, 26 waldsn's poems. Come let us hasten to the shore, And get on freedom's boat. Upon her deck the nations meet ; The white and colored there, Where no first place nor second known, No difference in the fare. I saw her raise her banner liighj And cast it to the breeze. While tempests raged and billows rolled She sailed through gulfs and seas. Through smoke and fog she onward went This nation to defend, When Dixie cried, "Take her last son, And her last dollar spend.'' When hissing shot around her fell, From rebel cannon's mouth, She stood the storm, the rain, the hail, And now can stand the drouth. I heard her cry, white sailing on — And Justice is her name — Grant equal rights to every man, And amnesty the same. Sne soon will land her noble crew Within a city bright, Where nations in one brotherhood Drink national delight. POEMS. 27 Where we may have our public schools, With open doors displayed ; Where all may drink at wisdom's fount With none to make afraid. Young friends, I know you will be there Bright, shining, as the sun ; With equal rights secured to all, When Sumner's work is done. The nation's friend! still firm he stands, With neither sleep nor slumber, Come every Freedman in this land And hail the name of Sumner. ADAM AND EYE. MB. plant this tree to try thy faith* Sjll And, if thou only wilt obey,, \r -_.| Thou shalt ever see my face, And I will bless thee day by day. The good of life I '11 not withhold, Nor kindred pleasures will deny,. But thou shalt walk in streets of gold, And thou shalt never, never die. Thy days and years shall have no end : Sickness nor sorrow shalt thou know 28 walden's poems. And in old age thou shalt not bend, Except thou yield unto the foe. Go, freely drink from every fount, From streams as they go laughing on, Proceeding down from ever} r mount, Singing their merry, merry song. It is not well to be alone ; There should be one to comfort tliee ; And from thy side I '11 take a bone, And soon in one thy twain shalt be. In yonder place I think I see Adam reclining in the shade, Rejoicing near the green bay tree, E'en in the place where Eve was made. List ye to what this man will say, This man who never spake before ; And see how wise, though made of clay, Now he has some one to adore. Bone of my bone, I know thou art, And Eve thy name shall ever be ; I'll wear thine image in my heart, And thou shalt ever cleave to me I - i w ALP en's poems. . 29 THE LITTLE HELPER. [The day of the celebration of the Fifteenth Amendment I was passing through the crowd in the street when a little girl. Clara Saunders, (whom I knew not at the time, but is a student at Howard University,) noticed my eyes, and thinking I could not see and would be run over, took me by the hand and laad me to a place of safety. The kindness made such an impression. I was moved to write this little poem.] jjfjEHOLD the great and swelling crowd, ^mL While thronging through the street, gf And then behold the hand that keeps Me from the horses feet. The great and small have passed me by, And here unseen I stand ; I have no sympathy, no help, Except this little hand. And now I bless this little hand, Which gently takes my arm ; Kind Jesus, guide this little child, And keep her from all harm. The proud and gay are passing by, And foolishly have scorned, When they have met me on the street Afflicted as when born. But now and then I meet a child As harmless as a dove, 30 • WALDENS POEMS. Who tells me by its little deeds, That God alone is love- Dear Saviour, bless tliis little child, Whatever her name may be ; Dost Thou not see her little heart, How kind she's been to me ! LOVE'S SOLILOQUY. . !h. why have I thus failed to write 18 A line upon my heart's delight? The reason why I cannot tell, For it, I think, is known too well. I need not say that she is pretty ; But I am sure she is quite witty, She is both comely to behold, And, in my sight, as pure as gold. I like the style in which sh«'s dressed, And place her now among the blessed ; There is no one more neat than she Among the fairer ones I see. It's true I take a complex view, Instead of one, I look at two • The one, because she's neat and trim, The other one is fair and slim. walden's poems. 31 'Tis very true, one has a beau, The other one has none I know : The one may dwell e'en near my heart, The other one must then depart. There's only one that I can love, And she's as harmless as a dove ; She is not drifted by the tide With twenty beaux around her side. I have seen one all dressed in green ; The other one may be a queens T think one has a pleasant mother, The other one a handsome brother. Now, shall I tell the first one's name, For fear that you may think in vain ? Shall 1 record on history's page, The other one is not of age ? When you have seen the other one, Then think of mother's only son, To her be kind, be just and true, That she may tkus confide in you. And when you have been kind to her, A favor you will then confer, I hope that you will never slight The one who is my heart's delight. 32 OUR MAY-DAY WALK. ^fflfi E went out to ^ ie Soldiers' Home, IjJJPJI With happy hearts and free, *§|l|s And as we stepped within the grove All eyes were fixed on me. They seemed to speak in words like these : " Will he not write a poem ? •' Does he not feel the gentle breeze " On which our thoughts are borne.' 7 And as they range through worlds unknown, I thought I heard them say : That " Walden ought to write a verse, "Upon the first of May!" Let nature in sublimity, With golden rays of light, Loan him a pen with diamond point, And tell him what to write. Let May put on her coat of green And bid him freely speak, That we may have a word or two Before we stop to eat. We cannot feel the hidden spark That burns within his breast ; walden's poems. 83 Nor can we tell him what to say, For nature's thoughts are best. I hope he 11 think upon the bridge, And of the willow tree ; I hope he 11 think of every one, And then he 11 think of me." Depart from me all cares of life, And let me here compose A line or two upon this place In verses or in prose. This is a fair and pleasant place, And lovely to behold ; The place where aged soldiers lire, I often have been told. Now let the soldier cast his eye Upon the fields of green, And I am sure he will proclaim The matron is the queen ! Then let the Captain take a view, Although he is afar, And with the soldiers he '11 proclaim, Each lady is a star. Here while I view the tender leaves, And hear the gay birds sing, My thoughts are borne upon the breeze, That kindly welcomes Spring. 34 Tlrey swiftly fly to nature's arms, And in her bosom rest, 'Till she unfolds her richest charms, Close hid within her breast. And then they will return again, As constant as the dove, And join the angels when they sing, That God is only love. Now while I 'm in this tranquil place, The evening shades appear, Where I can view the landscape o'er And none but I am here. With love and kindness one comes down, And by me takes her seat, And kindly asks me to accept A piece of bread and meat. Of course I will accept of it, And glad to eat I am, And think within my heart there is A Mary in this land. Yet let me speak of one more friend, I should not slight her name, Whom I have found both just and true — It is Miss E. L. Crane ! Young friends, if we no more shall meet Within the Soldier's Home, walden's poems. 3$ Oh ! may we meet in Heaven above Around God's brilliant throne. May 1, 1872. THE YOUNG MAN'S COMFORTER <7*rJ JiSlfg jjpHERE is not one that can be found gill More happy than the man unbound, If lie will not himself engage To any one of any age. He then can live a single life ; When free from wed and free from wife There 'd be no one that could control Nor disregard him when lie's old. According to the lines above There is no one that he should love ; But if he thinks this is not right, Then let him seek his heart's delight. CONSECRATION OF SELF (Iesus, I feel the quickening spark, || O how it burn- within! jj'Tis love that purifies the heart, And cleanses from all sin. And now I stretch my hands to Thee; Dear Saviour bid me fly. 30 w alden's poems. That I may in thy presence be, And reign above the sky. Where I may wear a starry crown, Through ceaseless years to come, And in the city I'll be found, Around thy dazzling throne. TO MY BENEFACTOR. #||Jt ? s true I have a friend, indeed. |i|| Whom T can safely trust and heed ; fir f He's been to me a shining light, And seeks to guide my Feet aright. When doubt and Tear shall cloud my skies, Then he will come and sympathize • He found me in a seeking shite. A 1 1 < I placed me here among the great. Will he not lead me with his hand Toward Canaan's fair ami happy land? Will he not mark each step ] take, Or mend each sacred link I break? 1 came \'t him when much oppressed, Ami soon he eased my trouble} breast : And now I bless the way he lei. When nil my sorrows quickly fled. walden's poems. 37 INQUIRY. love to look on thee kind friend, Would like to ask thy name. i|fMy leisure hours with thee I 'd spend. And learn from whence thou came. I 'd gather wisdom from your voice. Advancing day by day, Please gratify my ardent choice, Thy name ! what is it ? pray. -o—o DEDICATED TO M. W. W. ON MAKING, FOR THE FIRST TIME, A SHIRT. |ary, my shirt is neatly made, Each stitch is in its proper place ; There 's not a wrinkle to be seen. Nor basting thread that will deface. I 've criticised with all my might ; I thought the button holes were shirked, But I was struck with much surprise To find they all were neatly worked, I turned it in and turned it out, I sought to find some fault with it ; I- tried it on, and tried it off, I never had so neat a fit. 38 waldek's poems. I think I see within it stitched, A figure of your daily life ; It surely tells that you will make, Some happy man a thrifty wife. And now I speak unto the hand That never made a shirt before : — Work hard to cultivate the mind, Then arduous task's will soon be o'er. GRACE AT TABLE. Unless us as we together meet, $|S|| And sanctify the food we eat ; lllf Blest be the God who wisdom gives, The food by which the spirit lives. And when we shall have left this place, Lord, give us of Thy richest grace, Help us to love Thee now — and then, Forever and ever — and Amen. *a\;j~ ODE TO GEN. 0. 0. HOWARD ||1|ind Saviour, hear the voice of prayer, P$|f And do thou bless this sacred hour, 3|fe£ May peace and comfort now be sent, Upon our loving President. warden's pokms. 1 Its true lie 's in a heathen land, Where red-men may around him stand, With tomahawk and scalping knife, And threaten vengeance on his life. While he is in the distant West, May all he docs be for the best. Be Thou his shield both day and night, And ever guide his feet aright. We know his trust is in Thy name, And in Thy love he doth remain, For he did prove himself most true, When fighting by the starry blue. lead him o'er the Rocky Mounts I And let him drink from sparkling founts ; And when he 's where the water gleams, Then let him bathe in crystal streams. And when he hears the wild beast moan, Then let h!m think of friends at home; For there does dwell his loving wife, Who comforts him mid earthly strife. Let birds and bees both sing his praise, To lighten up his dreary days ; Let nature in her beauty shine, Teaching that all things are divine. Another word I should have said — 1 VI like to ask, has he a bed ? 40 walden's poems. A shelter where within to rest, While he is in the distant West, ? l> grant me words that I may write, More on the President to night, The words I need I do not know, Except they shall from Webster How. Congress of power ha* given a lease, Oh, aid him Lord, in making peace ! And guide him with thy sacred hand, That he may bless his native land. Yes, bless it in Thy sacred name, And break each link in error's chain ; For in this land there's hardly one, So many generous deeds has done. Will Thou return hi in home again, Both free from sorrow and from pain ; That we may see his loving face, All lighted with Thy richest grace. And when he turns to East or West, He'll view his labor Thou hast blessed ; Or turns to either North or South He '11 bless the poor by word of mouth. And when he comes within the school, He '11 see how well we keep each rule. Although to us they may seem tight, Yet wo believe that they are right. WAL den's poemg. 41 And when from scene- like these we go, To journey on with friend oi' foe, May happy thoughts around be showered, When we recall the name of Howard I CAST YOUR CARES UPON THE LORD. It is the King, the Prince of Peace, Who holds the reins of time ; ^ Who sits upon His Father's throne, And rides upon the wind. 'Tis He, whom angels do adore, And praise His name most high, He walks upon the mighty deep, And reigns with God on high. He spreads the clouds beneath th&fiky, And bids them disappear, He guides the pilgrim with His eye And scatters doubt and fear. He holds the lightning in His hand, Till he shall bid it fly, And then it darts from East to We&t, Athwart the cloudy sky. 'Tis he who is the sinner's friend, And only such can be, He bled and died, that all might live, When nailed upon the tree. 42 walden's poems. LETTER TO DR. SEE. This letter was written to the Secretary of the Reformed Church of America. Howard University, Washington, D. C., June 4, 1872. Dr. See : Dear Friend : I should have written you before, but being rery busy in my studies. I have been putting it off until I ihould have time. Wo arc preparing for examination, and my idle moment* aro all passed. I am doing very well in my studies, and have found time, In connection with them, to attend about half of the Theo- logical lectures. During this year I have composed about thirty poems. I am going to have a book published this 6um mer, which I hope will meet a favorable consideration from the reading public. Doctor, I love the great Reformed, And pause within her arms ; gg|l dare not scorn her day when small, Nor trifle with her charms. How long she stood within God's sight, Pure and undefined ? How long lias it been her delight To save each little child ? Oh ! when did she His banner raise, And cast it to the breeze ? How long will she be tossed upon This world's temoestuous seas. 43 Her millions she has landed safe. Upon fair Canaan's shore ; There 7 re millions yet within her arms, And room for millions more. Now let me praise the great Reformed, And magnify her name, For all the kindness she has shown, Since from the South I came. She did not turn away from me But bade me go in peace, And kindly asked me to accept A place among the least. Dear Saviour, bless the great Reformed, And keep her in thy care, And when she trembles in the storm, Then scatter doubt and fear ! ON A FRIEND. j|HY thus I write I cannot tell, If I cannot give the reason why, "i Except it is because thou hast Become the apple of mine eye. I cannot speak the words I wish, However true they all may be, Because I know the gay and* vain Have placed their longing eyes on thee, 44 waldbn's poems. Shall I betray the noble thoughts Which guard thine image day and night ? Or shall I speak of Mr. A**, Who seeks to put those thoughts to flight? A** thy beauty doth admire, B** thy kind and loving ways, And C** because thou sheddest light To cheer and bless his dreary days. But for myself, intelligence, Beauty and meekness reign alone ; And she must love the Son of God Who sits upon His Father's throne. I will, not write another line Lest critics say I flatter you ; And they would say I prove unkind And you might think I am untrue. ON A SEAMSTRESS. |Y shirt is truly neat and strong * Although for it I waited long ; |8|fP I know Miss S**** will never slight, Nor sew on shirts by candle light. I long have known this one who sews, And now commend her to her beaux, She has no artificial ways To cause young men on her to gaze. WALDEN's POEMS. %t> CALL TO 8ABKATH SCHOOL |gjli{ H ! hark unto this liberal call : ^Oj For you are all invited, §I|B And if you stay away I know, The children will be slighted. Oh! vvliv not come into the school— For you may be a teacher ; Of all the beauties of the day, This is the brightest feature. The President avi'U sure be there, And that will be exciting, And a short lecture I will give, [f you will be confiding. The children will together meet, They f U look to see your coming, While birds and bees within the grove, Will greet you with their humming. The school will meet at three o'clock. A pleasant time to spend, And when we hear the clock strike five, Our exercise will end. ■1G TO THE GRADUATING CLASS. OUNG men, there is one honor yet, One I 'in sure each one can get ; $P An honor that is tried and true, One that will ever stand by you. When entering on the field of life, Each graduate should have a wife, One who will guide his feet aright. And ever be his heart's delight. Tis true, quite true, you 're leaving college, With minds well stored with useful knowledge But oh, all this will prove in vain, Except some lady's heart you gain. Tis true you stood upon the stage, Examples of the modern age ; But life is vain if you are wise If there's no star in all your skies. But if each one will still live single, I ni sure your pockets cannot jingle : 1 rare not who may be your choice, If you '11 obey this warning voice. Go forth, therefore, in all the land. And reap success on every hand : Go make yourselves a shining name, Then vou '11 deserve eternal fame. POEMS. 47 ON A FRIEND. jlND friend why dost thou look so sad ? What may thy troubles be ? Oh dost thou fear some one will take The one so kind to thee ? She is a fair and charming one She dazzles every eye, It is enough to make thee weep, Enough to make thee sigh. A LADY FRIEND. 7 To thee these lines may be surprising Because they 're of an early date ; ' But would'st thou be more sympathizing If I to write should longer wait ? On thee I look with much compassion, Tender, 0, I know thou art ; I like thy style and love the fashion— Thine image dwells within my heart. Thy little hand is yonng and tender, Arduous tasks it should not know • Thy graceful form is neat and slender, Like lilies that in gardens grow. Behold for thee there is a calling, Within the land among the free ; For there the wise in sin are falling How would'st thou like to be with me? O ! wilt thou try to come to college, Where wisdom teacher's do impart, And here partake of richest knowledge, Overflowing mind and heart? Arise ! come up a little higher, Do never stop beneath thy grade, To higher ranks why not aspire ? Pray tell me why hast thou delayed ? There 's been no gentle hand to lead me, Not since my pa and ma have died, 68 Nor one so kind to clothe and feed me— No one the task has ever tried. Kind Miss, I spoke as would a brother — As one whose heart beats firm and true ; Because I knew thou hadst no other To kindly tell thee what to do. And now to thee I 'd tell a mystery, Although in it myself I'd praise, Therefore leave it to other history, To speak of all my happy days. I might tell thee my heart is willing That I should be thy guide through life, But while I am not worth a shilling, Why should I seek thee for a wife ? My friend I know that I'ma student Preparing for some distant land ; Pray tell me if it would be prudent, Were I to ask thee for thy hand ? For I can see stamped in thy features What never living man has seen, That thou wouldst make a handsome creature, And also me a loving queen. To thee, kind Miss, I '11 write no longer. For evening shades are drawing nigh ; Perhaps thy love is growing stronger, The moments whisper, passing by. 69 GRATITUDE. To the President and Members of the Christian Association: Having learned that my resignation was reconsidered by you, and having been treated with such brotherly love, I am constrained to express my gratitude to you in an humble manner : iOR when I heard this glorious news, It filled my heart with joy, And quickly to my pen I sprang, As though I were a boy. Indeed it did remove all doubt, And filled my heart with pleasure, And now I write regardless of My rhythm or my measure. I must confess in words of truth, . I found myself in danger, And when I came within your court, I felt as would a stranger. I listened long to hear your call — In this way long was waiting ; But soon I heard a shepherd's voice, And with him lambs were bleating. I thought, perhaps, it was my chance, Perhaps it was a warning, Perhaps I would not live to see The light of day when dawning. 70 And, too, the road on which I trod, Was dark and much descending, And all I met within that way, Were quarrelling and contending. And oft I tried to bow and pray — To pray I was not able ; For all my supplications were As but an empty fable. I gladly did embrace this chance, And quickly came to Jesus ; When I remembered that there was A God that ever sees us. TO PROFESSOR ATHERTON. Howard University, Washington, D. C, Dec. 12, 1872. Dear Sir : Two years will soon have passed since my con- nection with this University, and I am happy to say I am pro- gressing finely ; and am rapidly approaching my sixth exami- nation, at which time every energy shall be bent to its utmost extreme. I have been making out my expenses which I find to be very heavy, though not to be compared with the small amount of knowledge which I have gained ; and, too, when I consider that these privileges of going to school have par- tially grown out of your influence, I am constrained to express my gratitude to you. I should have made an acknowledgment ere this, but thought it best to wait until I am sufficiently competent 5 and would still wait longer — (fpfjUT this my pen is getting old, ||ij| Its noble limbs are dull and cold, . ^te|j[ Therefore to thee I write in praise. In honor of its active days. POEMS. 71 My hand no longer will it serve, Nor will it on my paper curve ; For it is robed in shrouds of death — Without a pulse, without a breath. On lines no longer will it slide, Nor will it over paper glide ; No longer will it lead the youth In ways of virtue and of truth. Nor will it longer honor thee For kindness thou hast shown to me, Nor will it longer thus record A line of praise unto the Lord. No longer will I doubt and shake, For fear its limber legs will break ; Nor will it longer shiver names, Nor turn my paper into flames. No longer will it hop and skip, Recording thoughts expressed by lip ; Nor will its little wiry toes Transcribe my poetry into prose. This little pen no more will write, For it will pass away this night ; No longer will it sing a praise In honor of its youthful days. Wilt thou accept this line or two, That's written by a friend so true ; Accept it in the writer's name, Who's free from sorrow and from shame. 72 WALDEN 7 S POEMS. THE GOLDEN RULE: ITS INRRODUCTION AT THE UNIVERSITY. [This rhetorical poem was written in honor of Prof. A. L. Barber, who was the principal on my entering school.) hen first we came unto this school, They introduced the golden rule, jp And put us in the narrow way In which we journey on to-day. How precious did that rule appear To us who had assembled here ; And in that road a shining light To guide each student's feet aright. But soon new laws were multiplied^ And roads branched out on either side ; A law applied to every case, A road prepared for every race. And we with not a word to say, Except those laws we should obey, Nor did a foot once turn aside, To tread the way both rough and wide. But blended laws and roads in one, That we no duty thus might shun ; Unto God's sceptre bowed and prayed That we might never be dismayed. POEMS. 73 As soon as classes were assigned And teachers given, much refined ; Each heart was filled with many joys Among the girls, among the boys. Now looking back upon the past, To view the ranks where we were classed, And each one's friend will quickly see, That we were placed within Class D. With energy we sought to rise, To mingle with the great and wise ; In ways unknown we do succeed, And now we bear the highest meed. Another thought I may unfurl, Because we represent the world ; Of every tribe and every race, And each one in his proper place. Like yonder Sun, his highest rays, The nation's eyes will on us gaze, And she will mark the way we tread When we to higher ranks have fled. And when you 've left the shores of time I '11 weave your footprints up in rhyme ; And change my verses to a song When you those pearly gates shall throng. And when I come I '11 look to see The one so kind to you and me j 74 waldbn's poems. And there together we will sing, And make the heavenly echoes ring. Teacher, I would not flatter you, To say that you are just and true, Nor prove unkind to my class-mate, To say he often calls you great. But speaking for myself alone', Have you not to me pity shown ? Your ways e'er long have been my guide — To you a thousand hearts have tied. And now we step upon the boat, Which will on higher billows float ; And onward she will cast her sail, When driven by the nightly gale. And had we now an ounce of time, We would on higher ladders climb ; The gates of college we would raise, And then on deeper mysteries gaze. But, ah ! the day is growing late, To hear my song you cannot wait ; But had my harp another string, This song I then would play and sing. TO MISS W ***** . Will yon accept of an apology for my not seeing yon safely to Minor Hall last evening, with my umbrella, whilst raining. I did not mean to leave yon exposed, but another young lady said that "We would not get wet," and I thought she had ref- erence to you and herself, though she meant another person. 75 therefore you were not slighted, U Not in the least degree; ?% Although, when not a thinking, * I turned aside from thee. I thought it was a token That A. G. spoke for all, And feared myself to ask your Permission to the hall. Then I, with this impression, Kind Miss, what could I do ? Could I escort you safely, Without consent from you ? And then, too, shamed to venture Or linger by your side, And this explains the reason Why thus I turned aside. Therefore, you will excuse me, For I have made it plain, And sorry that I left you, Last night within the rain. Now, when the night grows darker, And rain shall harder fall, Then you shall have my presence From prayer to Miner Hall. Or when the moon is shining, And stars shall fill the sky, I will not then forsake you, Nor let you pass me by. 76 walden's poems. ODE TO MR. DUNLAP AND FAMILY. Much honor is due Mr. Dunlap and family, both from my- self and race. He was one of the leading men of Philadelphia in the anti-slavery movement, and a just man. I went to Philadelphia with soldiers and sailors from Washington in 1866, to celebrate the nomination of U. S. Grant. Before I was ready to return I lost my ticket. I was left by my com- panions without any means for securing another, for I did not have enough money to hire a night's lodging, and every per- son whom I met rejected me on that account. Coming down Broad street about eight o'clock in the night I was interrupted by two gentlemen, who, on seeing me, said: " There goes a carpet-bagger." I replied that carpet-baggers do not come from the South. "Where are you from?" asked Mr. William Dunlap. "I am from North Carolina, but from Washington here." After questioning me closely, " Take my card," said he, " and go to my house, tell my wife to give you a good supper and bed, and I hope you will remain with us until Monday." I thanked him and started. On reaching the door I at first hesitated to ring the bell ; finally I pulled the knob which brought Mrs. Dunlap to the door. She is a generous lady and had a pro- found reverence for the words of her husband. After pre- senting Mr. Dunlap's card, she politely invited me into the parlor. In a short time Mr. Dunlap came in and inquired for the stranger. " He is in the parlor," said Mrs. Dunlap. I was soon surrounded by all the members of that happy because a good family. After receiving an introduction to them all, supper was prepared ; and although Mr. and Mrs. Dunlap had eaten before, they sat down and took tea with myself. Now, after supper, Mr. Dunlap recpiested me to give a brief sketch of my life, which I gladly did. The whole family seemed to me to be exceedingly interested in my story, but little Wil- liam and Eliza, although very young, looked upon me with purely angelic faces, and before the evening passed 1 became the centre of attraction. At last the clock struck ten. Mr. Dunlap took down his bible and read a chapter. The family sang a hymn and I was invited to lead in prayer. It was, of course, an arduous task, but I performed it to the best of my ability. POEMS. 77 I was then directed to a well arranged bed-chamber, where I enjoyed sweet repose from the fatiguing scenes of the day. On awaking in the morning I found myself in so different a place from what I had anticipated, that I was at a loss to de- termine whether I was awake or dreaming. You will readily believe that this beautiful apartment was a striking contrast to the coal-box I was about to seek shelter for the night on one of the wharves of that great city. The floor was nicely carpeted; the bed made of feathers, and dressed with rose- bordered blankets, and a snow-ball counterpane, with pillows as soft as downy pillows are. There was a large spring-bot- tomed rocking-chair, a bowl and pitcher, a bureau with a large mirror on it, and many other things which augmented the comfort and happiness of its fortunate occupant. I remained with them until Wednesday, at which time, being supplied with passage money, I left for Washington. At the reception given General Grant in Philadelphia, Eliza Dunlap was the only child our great President kissed, and I have dedicated the following lines to her : ||1|h ! thou my pen with sacred fame ; (Op Canst thou record Eliza's name ? §||| For she 's both gentle, meek and mild, ^ A happy little loving child, Come view the ground on which she '11 tread, Go bless the crown upon her head ; For tranquil lights spring from her eyes, Like rainbows mid the bending skies. She 's quite as lovely to be seen, As any earth or Heavenly queen, With rosy cheek and slender span ; With curly hair and timid hand. My pen, I '& freely bid thee sing Her name unto the proudest king ; 78 But ah ! I know thou would'st impart The dearest secrets of my heart. But soon from me thou shalt be sent Unto U. S., the President; 'Mid wise men there, her praises chant, In honor of Ulysses Grant. Go sing them softly, sing them well, For she 's the child we called the belle, I bid thee linger there and stay Until she 's crowned the queen of May. On eagles' wing I bid thee fly, Aloft beyond the fleeting sky, And then on wheels of swiftest speed, Among my pens go take the lead. Thy way is straight, do not miss, For she 's the child he gave a kiss, And from that cheek did spring a rose, Which I have better told in prose. <— o THE WIDOW. One very cold morning I met a widow at the depot whom the train had left. Wishing to comfort her, I introduced myself as follows : |adt, excuse me if you please, I Your infant looks as it would freeze, ipg|^ And you as one in great distress, Why do you wear this mourning dress ? 79 She seems to pause before she speaks, With fading colors on her cheeks, Within her heart she deeply sighed, To tell me that her husband died. Think not the train will long delay, Or critics will their art display ; Or you shall tread this lonely street, Without a lamp unto your feet. Please tell me, Ma'm, where yon reside, And of the one who lately died, And then perhaps I will impart The better feelings of my heart. " Kind friend, I know you've not the time To weave my language up in rhyme, Nor am I able to express The reason why I wear this dress. " But I'ma widow thus yon see, With not a heart to pity me, And I am destined thus to roam Two thousand miles or more from home. " My dear was wounded in the head, It was a shot that killed him dead ; And thus was wafted from my side A heart to me so closely tied. 11 Can I forget his dying groans, Which round me fell in mournful tones ? 80 walden's poems. Can I forget his dying sigh, That onward bore him to the sky? " 0, no, forget I never can, The traitor shot, the blood that ran ; I can't forget the mournful day "When he was placed within the clay. " Now all I wish while here below Is for a robe as white as snow ; That when I shall be called to die. Like him" on wings of love I '11 fly. " But hark ! I heard the whistle blow, Soon on my journey I must go ; Good-by, remember me kind sir, That I may neither doubt nor fear.' 7 heaven give a gentle smile, And bless the widow and her child, Let friends and strangers be her guide In honor of the one who died. To Mrs. N. Z. AN ADDRESS TO DIXIE. 'h! Dixie in thy wounded station, J Thou canst not be a separate nation, |pf| Nor canst thou break the cord that's binding, Nor set confederate mills to grinding. I saw thee when both young and tender, All lifted up with pomp and splendor, walden's poems. 81 And then thy chariots rolled in grandeur, While T was picking on my " banjo." But since that time I saw thee falling, When North and South for troops were calling, Each nation from a place of resting, Unto the fields of great contesting. How soon I saw the battle raging, With heroes in the strife engaging ; I heard the swords and sabres clashing With horse and rider onward dashing. 'Twas o'er the dead and oh the dying, While shot and shell through air were flying, Unto their groans I paused and hearkened To see the elements were darkened. But, first to me it was surprising, To see my noble friends arising, A million flags the troops were raising, The nation's eyes were on them gazing, From pole to pole I saw them leaping. While Sherman through the South was sweeping, I saw their crimson colors fading, While northern land Lee was invading. Went Sheridan- through the South abounding, And many troops he was surrounding ; O how the widows' hearts were breaking When Lee and Davis calls were making. 82 t^alden's poems. I saw thy rosy cheeks as changing, While mighty guns Grant was arranging. Nor could they longer bloom in flowers, Nor stand against the Northern powers. But now I see the war is ended, xVncl all thy auger is suspended ; Peace I think I hear thee crying, As thou art to the Union flying. And Hallelujahs I am singing, To see my race from bonds are springing, For sure a better time is coming, The insects whisper through their humming. So now farewell to plough and hoeing, For I to Yankee town am going; No longer will I drive this wagon, Nor under slavery's chains be swagging, But Dixie, oh, the land of cotton, Let slavery die and be forgotten ; And we will turn unto each nation With greater zeal for education. Although thou long hath been mistaken And of the right thou hast forsaken ; But yet I see within thee planted The love to thee thy fathers granted. Therefore, thou shouldst be more inspired When father's love in youth is fired, POEMS. 83 Be lifted from thy degradation Above the bonds of long probation. O like the mighty swelling ocean, Whose billows roll with great commotion, The races yet will come together, In ties of love that none can sever. Dedicated to the good will of all persons towards the pros- perity of the South. <>-*> THE ICY POEM. What gave rise to this little poem was, that a party of stu- dents went out on a skating expedition on a pond near the University, and the ice not being sufficiently strong, it gave way with them. I imagined myself there, and the following lines suggested themselves to my mind about the hour of 12 o'clock p. m. je still ! I thought I heard it cracking Around on every side, And soon they will be driven by The wind upon the tide. It breaks, it bends, and shivers now Around about their feet, And every nerve is standing still, And hearts refuse to beat. Behold I see them standing on A little icy isle, Pray, who will bring the hero forth, Or save the loving child. 84 wal den's poems. Look, look, I see them whirling round, All hurried by the gale r And not a breath I breathed on land, For fear their hearts will fail. But Hollingsworth is speaking now Unto the little dove, He says, " If you will trust in 'me I '11 prove to you my love. " While secret shouts are coming forth, Think not they do resound, Kemember, I am present now, And you shalt ne'er be drowned, "Therefore be calm, be well composed;, Although within the tide, Then if you have to suffer here, I'll linger by your side." Dear sir, I cannot feel alarmed, Not in the least degree, When I remember heaven smiles,, And Jesus looks on me* Nor can I ever be dismayed, While angels gather nigh, But if I have to perish nere, On wings of love I '11 fly» Now all is calm on isle and land, And not a word is said, walden's poems. 85 I cannot hear my own heart beat, Nor foot, if one should tread. Ten thousand swelling thoughts arise, From heart to heart they leap; Pray tell me who will trust himself Upon the mighty deep ? New plans by Simmons now are made. Whose heart can never fail, He quickly comes to her relief, And with him brings a rail. But first of all a bridge he builds, From floating isle to land. And first to step upon the rail To offer her his hand. Then bless the one who saves my friend, To him I will impart The richest treasures of my soul, And dearest of my heart. Now turning I from such a scene, To one that 's more severe, A greater accident than this Have we among us here. Behold ! another 7 s breaking through, And downward she is sent, So Shadd he comes by double quick, To save her he is bent. 86 wal den's poems. 'Tis in the deep and takes her up, And holds her in his arms, With fading cheek and throbbing heart, He looks upon her charms. God bless these men who saved my friends, Grant each a happy life; grant them health, grant them wealth, And each a loving wife. But where am I 'midst all of this, Why do I from them stay; Is it because I take no part Within their icy play ? 0, no, my soul is witli them now, And with them do abound, And stand between the icy cliffs That neither one should drown. Behold I stand with outstretched arms, Come hither ! is my cry, Unto the right, unto the left, To either one I fly. Dear friends this sight is hard to see ; Can angels bear the scene ? For yonder sank my heart's delight, And floated there my queen. 1 shut my eyes and wring my hands, whither shall I go walden's poems. 87 Shall I launch out upon the deep, Where billows ebb and flow ? O then forbid that I should see Another icy day, If it must nip the buds which else Would bloom so fair in May. Young friends, from this a warning take, This thought do not erase, But never hop and skip upon The deep's cold, icy face. But first of all go bless the Son Of God, who ever reigns, Who sent his angel of the sea, To break these icy chains. Then go and bring my swiftest steed, Convey them to the hall, And tell for me the matron dear, About their icy fall. O that her hand would be their guide, For such a hand must be, They should not trifle with the ice, Nor with the laughing sea. How glad I am and proud to say No damage has been done To you young men like heroes stood, Till you the victory won. 88 So fare you well my playful friends, And weeping as we part, But may each one to each confide Through time, in each one's heart. o-o DEDICATED TO THE JUNIOR SOCIETY. walden's departure from the- junior literary society. iHINK not I come to curry favor, For that would be beneath my aim, And I would crucify my honor, And put my manhood thus to shame. . I merely come to right the crooked, To make amends where I was wrong, I will not trifle with your follies, Nor raise my hand against the strong. I must confess through heat of passion, Your president I did offend, Pray tell me does he reign supremely ? One uncondemned can he suspend ? You, ravenous, wolf like, would devour And swallow me up heels and head, If not by a quick and sudden spring, The victim of your venom fled. Your nets my feet shall never tangle, Nor will I tread your winding way, Wrongward, downward, deep descending, Oh, vote him out I heard you say. walden's poems, 80 Whose thoughts should be both high and lofty, With upturned eyes towards the sky, You should not treat an humble member, That he might from your colors fly. True courtesy among you Juniors Is what I long have sought to gain, In spite of all my humble efforts, My work to me seems all in vain. Therefore, it 's best that we should sever, Before another rising sun, That each may in this fleeting contest Think that he has the victory won. I 'd freely give up my tuition, Or give to you my heart and hand, If we could live in union severed, Or else within this happy band. It 's hard to sever ties of friendship, Or cords of love which closely bind, Perhaps from this we '11 take a warning, May learn to be both just and kind. Therefore, I bid you happy Juniors, A mournful, long and last farewell, There 're other things around us rising Which I have not the time to tell. May luck and friendship guard your future, My prayers shall follow you till death, 9 1$ walden's poems. While still my pulse continues beating, Or I may beat a fleeting breath. THE HAND OF DEATH INVISIBLE. hat hand is this that leads me on ? Shall I refuse to go — To my eternal destiny, Of happiness or woe ? Invisible it does appear, Unseen by mortal eye, I cannot turn to right nor left, Nor can I from it fly. ? Tis nature's voice that speaks within, That shakes this mortal frame, . J Tis justice making her demand, And death presents her claim. This hand will ever lead me on From childhood to the grave — Will break the chain that holds me fast, Emancipate the slave. Therefore my thoughts should upward tend, To realms of bliss above, Where heavenly hosts beyond the clouds Will greet my soul in love. WALDBN'8 POEMS. 91 CORRESPONDENT SOLICITED. Howard University, Washington. D. C, April 17, 1873. Miss Virginia Delaxey : Dear Miss : If not mistaken in the person whom I think you are, which can hardly be so, I would like very much to create a correspondence between us, if it would be in accordance with your wishes. Please consider this proposal and give me an answer at your pleasure. |or this my pen has long displayed, E'er long- its been delighted, S To know thou art a fair young maid Whom no one yet has slighted. From year to year it onward glides, I glory in its winging; It whispers through the graceful slides Virginia oft is singing. Will it not gladden every heart, Through rhythm and its measure, And give the young an upward start, And thrill each nerve with pleasure? Therefore, if thou'll accept this line — Think not that I am hasty ; For had I now a second's time, I 'd say that I am tasty. Remember that I 'm full of pride, Of pity and compassion, 92 walden's poems. And she who lingers by my side Should like my style and fashion. My pride will never lead to shame, Nor down to degradation, While it shall be my highest aim To elevate my nation. For thou canst see the stars are bright, And worlds around are swelling, Therefore it will be thy delight To overlook my spelling. Therefore, unfold each fleeting thought, Seek well for the intention. Which nature's hand alone has wrought In words I need not mention. Kind Miss, to thee no more I ? 11 say, Nor add unto my measure, Except to write without delay When it may be your pleasure. ISLAY WALDEN. o-o- IN HONOR OF DR. TABOR JOHNSON. MAY 1, 1873. 'Twas on the first of May of last year in our rambles about the vicinity of the Soldiers' Home that I indited " The May Walk," a small poem to be found in the preceding pages of this volume. This year, on the same day, I was wending my way in an opposite direction— to the Congregational Church — where my esteemed friend, the doctor, was to be married to his now lovely wife. Whilst stopping for a moment to assist walden's poems. 93 a friend in moving some articles of furniture from the pave- ment to his house, the bridal party passed on their way to the Church. However, although I missed the wished for oppor- tunity to witness the ceremonies, the muse of poetry suggested thoughts, as they passed by, which I hope the doctor will find no fault in my embodying them with my other collections. Home, idle pen, and let us sing To May, the flowery month of spring, ^ And, too, with gladsome voice, we '11 hail The May queen with the bridal veil. Sweet month, one year ago our roam — The hills and vales 'round Soldiers' Home — Was bright with flowers and verdure green, Fit tributes to thy fairy queen. The scene has changed: for you, kind friend, We '11 garlands with our poesy blend, And humbly at your feet now lay Our offerings to your Queen of May. The happy bridegroom and the bride In blissful love sit side by side, Whilst twit'ring birds, with swelling throats, Are caroling their matin notes. Go, loved ones, meet the waiting group Of anxious friends, who fondly hope That each recurring first of May May prove a golden wedding day. many, prosperous years be thine; And may angelic hosts entwine A wreath for each, of faith and love — A fadeless crown in Heaven above. 94 WALDBfi's P0E1IS PLACE THY TRUST IN GOD. Howard University, Washington, D. C, April 15, 1872. Miss Catherine Hill : Dear Niece : I received yours a few days' ago, and was glad to learn that you were all well and anxious to see me return home next Christmas, which I hope to be able to do. I was more than gratified to know that the letter which you sent me was written by your own dear little hand. I did not read very many lines before I was lead to weep to hear you say that you, your mother and your aunt had professed religion, and had joined the church at the old " Quaker Meeting House. ,r Your beautiful letter carried me back to the old Meeting House. Ah! I imagine that many of the brethren who were accustomed to meet there have fallen asleep and have been long since gathered to their fathers. I am glad to know that the children are seeking their Saviour, and are thus preparing themselves to occupy the positions in the church which their parents must spjon vacate. There is another very striking passage in your epistle, in which you say that the Lord has wonderfully blessed me in taking me from home and placing me in an institution of learning where I may be educated. I would to the Lord that there was a school in your neighborhood, so that instead of learning to read and write in the Sabbath school you could learn more about our blessed Redeemer. You asked me if it is wrong to spend your time this way on the Sabbath. It is a question hard to be answered by myself ; but if you were in Washington I suppose I would think it wrong, for here wehav® both Sabbath and every day schools. But situated as you are, I think it no harm, provided it does not lead to anything more; for it is not so much what one does, but the motive which prompts the act. You also said you wish you had such privi- leges as I enjoy, that you might study and do more good for the poor children in your neighborhood in the way of teaching them. 1 sympathize with you much, and were I able you should not pant for learning any longer, but should come event P E M s . 95 here a-. ] c! ink from the same well of knowledge out of which I draw d y. But I can continue to pray for you. I was ac- custamed to pray that the Lord would convert your soul, and your mother's and Aunt Lucy Jane's, and you have all been converted. In a like manner will He again hear my prayer, and provide a manner by which you may be educated, if He so wills it. You well know how I have worked to enjoy the advantages of education, but on account of being near sighted (and it was supposed I could not study) I was rejected even by Christian teachers, and particularly by one Christian insti- tution ; and when all had forsaken me the Lord took me up from a state of degradation and ignorance and placed me even here through the great Reform Church of America. But first Dr. Turner, who died with one hand upon the lever which helps to move the great educational machinery of this country— and particularly among our race — and the other setting forth truths of the Bible in their purity, opened the door of his institution for me, and I entered there, and would have gone to school there, but I found it much to my advan- tage to come to Howard University. In conclusion allow me to say, that I first put my trust in man because he would talk very pleasantly to me, pat me on the back, and say in an in- direct manner, '-Depart, and be ye educated; a young man like you is worthy of an education." My experience has taught me this lesson, that it is better to trust in God than in the promises of mankind, though some men are really instru- ments for good in His hands, all along the winding ways of life, to point us to a higher station than that in which we are placed, even by circumstances. When I was about giving up all hopes of getting an educa- tion I visited President Grant, and after talking to him awhile I pulled out a copy of a little poem which I composed, which I presented to him on bidding him good bye. He gave me a warm shake of that heroic hand which so materially aided in emancipating four millions of slaves, crushing the rebellion, and is now so successfully binding the heart of every Ameri- can to hh country's cause, and said, " Never pause until you become educated. "' Such words, coming from such a source, to an uncultivated mind, indeed left impressions that time only can efface. But after all I found it was better to trust in God and my elf, for there are things which man cannot help us to do, neitLur can we ask him. 96 walden's pqems, I have written a long letter to you that I might tell you of a Friend to whom you can make all your necessities known ; for you will find that there are very dark times in life, and what I have said is true ; and when you shall have experi- enced the truthfulness of it you will exclaim — |e truly need a friend below, * Who may our wants and troubles know ; SB! There 7 re always times when sorrows press: How dear a friend amid distress. The Lord to us a friend will be, Even to all eternity, If we within his love confide, And haven near his bleeding side. What peace, what joy and delight, How angels guard my soul by night, How happy must my station be When Christ the Lord remembers me. This life within its brightest ray, An emblem of an endless day ; Should I not count each moment dross, When I behold my Saviour's cross? Then help me, Lord, my cross to take ; And all my sinful ways forsake. That when I shall be called to die, On wings of love to thee I '11 fly. I remain your affectionate uncle, ISLAY WALDEN.