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At the age of ten months he ^-^ came with his parents to McLean county, IlHnois, where they purchased, settled on and improved what is now the McLean County Poor Farm. The wife and mother passed to spirit hfe in September, 1857, and in 1859, the children all having grown to maturity, the father sold the farm to the county. John F. Myers attended the country district schools a part of each year from the time he was six years old until he reached the age of nineteen, when he entered the Wesleyan University, of Bloom- ington, Illinois, attending that school several terms while Prof. Sears was in control, and Prof. Northup, Profs. McNulty and Adams were teachers. Hon. Adlai E. Stevenson, Hon. James S. Ewing, Hon. Geo. P. Davis, and many other worthy youths of Bloomington and vicinity were students. On December 22, 1857, he was married to Miss Sarah C. Birdsell, of Randolph's Grove, near Heyworth, Illinois, and has resided on a farm the greater part of the time since his marriage, locating at his present residence, 924 West Front street, Bloomington, Illinois, March 1st, 1898. He resided on a farm near Fairbury, Illinois, for twenty- three years, and during that time engaged in general farming, raising, feeding and dealing in hogs, cattle and horses. He held the offices of school director, justice of the peace and commissioner of highways, the most of the time conjointly, for twenty years. He inherited from his parents a natural talent for music and poetry, he played the fife for military drill for the McLean county regiment of militia, a regiment of which his father was fife major, at the age of eight years. At twelve years he developed a talent for poetry, and wrote numerous ditties and ballads on comic and dramatic circumstances in rhyme for the amusement of his friends, many of which were too full of mirth and sarcasm to meet the appro- bation of the author at this time and so will be omitted from this volume. As he grew to manhood he could not see sufficient money in music and poetry, to satisfy his financial ambition, as a profession, espe- cially in that early day, consequently he stuck to the farm and con- tented himself with occasionally playing the violin, fife, guitar or 12 BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH violincello for his friends when solicited to do so, and writing an occasional poem or instrumental piece of music when the muses would bring the inspiration so strong that it would boil over of its own mo- mentum. The author being independent and conservative in politics and re- 1 ligion, and believing that there is some good in almost all parties and i sects, and that all sects and secret orders, and organizations that'j make men and women better citizens and better at heart, are good ; for the world — as we can not all see alike — yet he believes that few^ of them are perfect, and in his comments has tried to call things by their right names, and has pointed out with impartiality and malice toward none, a few vices and errors which have crept into our social, civil, political and commercial systems, and made some suggestions which he would rejoice to know, will be received in the spirit of kind- ness in which they are given, and will bear fruit for the betterment of mankind, feeling that the whole world should regard each other as brothers, and work together for mutual good. And he earnestly hopes the gentle readers will pardon the eulogistic effusions of love and admiration displayed in his personal, memorial and eulogistic ',' poems, when they know (as his near friends know) his sympathetic heart and strong love for those near and dear, and for old and tried friends. John Grove Myers, the father of John F. Myers, was born in Christian county, Kentucky, in the year 1799, was the 'son of Henry Myers and Catherine Negley-Myers who were born in Lancaster county, Pennsylvania, and were sturdy scions of the Pennsylvania Dutch. Henry Myers was a man of sterling worth and irreproachable character, a mechanic and farmer, his wife Catherine Myers was a lady possessing a high order of intellect, and they raised a family who were an honor to their memory. John Grove Myers had much natural talent for mechanics, music^ and poetry, was a fine vocalist, taught vocal music in his early man hood, and was a man of much intellectual ability, industrious, temper ate, honest and affable. He wrote many poems, which were printed in" ballad form, nearly all of which have been lost, the few which the author has been able to collect were mostly in manuscript, among his old papers (he having passed to spirit life in 1869) and they will appear in this volume. Mary Lindley-Myers the mother of John F. Myers, was born in Christian county, Kentucky, in the year 1800, was a woman of many lovable traits and a shrewd, philosophical, business woman, giving her husband timely and inestimable aid in keeping the ship of finance afloat, and in stamping a character for morality and business on her family. Her father, John Lindley, Sr., was of English descent and BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH 13 a man of sterling worth and character, born in Kentucky and a pio- neer of McLean county, IlHnois. Her mother, EKzabeth Gray-Lindley, was a lady of high born Scotch Irish ancestry, possessing a high order of intellect and a lovable woman of many good traits of character. Sarah C. Birdsell-Myers, first wife of John F. Myers, was born at the beautiful residence of her parents, William and Lovina Pas- waters-Birdsell, on the west side of Randolph's Grove, McLean county, Illinois, April 23 A. D. 1842, being the youngest child of the family. She grew up in ease and comfort, enjoying the beautiful scenery around the home, of grove, meadows, orchards and pastures, where the quails, squirrels and beautiful songsters of the grove were her frequent companions as she took great delight in out door recreation. That beautiful life with nature nursed into active life her natural love for the beautiful and developed her fine artistic powers as a sketcher and painter, enabling her to paint birds, animals, trees, flowers and portraits of persons (with accuracy surprising to old artists) without teacher, design or theorems, and her own home was decorated in the main by her own beautiful paintings. She often referred with pleas- ure to her school days at the beautiful grove where she spent many happy days and formed many warm friendships never to be forgotten, and dwelt with reverential love upon the beauties of her childhood home. Though raised in ease and comfort and married very young, she entered into her wifely duties with an interest and ability far be- yond her years, and has done well her part to keep the domestic ship of finance afloat. She passed to spirit life August 21, 1906, leaving many sorrowing friends. Minnie Lee Barrett-Myers, second wife of the author, was born near Leesburg, Ohio, April 11th, 1880. Youngest daughter of Eli and Martha E. (Wirght) Barrett, she was married to the author Feb- ruary 23rd, A. D. 1909. She was born and spent her whole life on a farm until married to the author. Being of a very intellectual, musical, artistic and studious mind, with a desire for outdoor recrea- tion, the association with nature, around her beautiful home, among the lovely trees, flowers and feathered songsters, nursed into active expression her natural talents, and she has produced many specimens of art, that would defy the skill of many popular artists. And with her natural talent for music, she has acquired a wonderful skill on I piano and guitar, and a most discriminating ear for sounds and chords in harmony and plays a charming accompaniment for the violin, on piano or guitar, while the author plays the violin, and entertains her friends with instrumental selections with wonderful skill. POEMS PIONEERS AND EARLY DAYS IN ILLINOIS The scenes of my childhood, how often they haunt me, With visions of beauty, from na- ture's grand store. The beautiful prairies, O how they enchant me, The groves in the primeval beauty of yore; The creek in the valley, where grew the wild roses, The spring, where the cattle oft gathered to drink. The lawn, where we gathered the sweet smelling posies. That grew near the brooklet, along on its brink. The dear old home cottage, where sisters and brothers, Made music and song with a rap- turous glee, The beautiful grove, where I met with another. Whose radiant smile, still brings pleasure to me. In summer and autumn, those beauti- ful prairies Were decked with wild flowers, a beautiful chart; 'T was charming, an ideal home for the fairies. A scene that is still very dear to my heart. Wild fruits, then were plenty, the grapes, Q how charming. And strawberries too, O how lus- cious and sweet; The plums, how they rattled when shook, 'twas alarming To see them come tumbling down thick at our feet; The creeks were not bridged, thfi roads were not graded And sloughs were not ditched bu with tall grass grown o'er; The grass with its sod, bore us uj while we waded With slow splashing steps, till wfl landed on shore. |f 'ir The first whites who came to thi;jr lovely location. Were Hendrix and Dawson, th«f year twenty-two, They opened up farms, that was thei vocation. Their motto, be honest in all tha you do. The Orendorfs came next, and theiiiJT homes soon were chosen, East side of the grove, where they lived in content, With Indians for neighbors, some times by the dozen, They sowed seeds of kindness where ever they went. In '24 came William Hodge, a schoo teacher. With Goodheart and Walker, thej each took a claim, ' And Ebenezer Rhodes, pioneer Bap tist preacher. Who built up a church here soor after he came. ' At home of John Hendrix, first Meth odist sermon. By Rev. Stringfield, to a dozen oi more. They had a good meeting, and ther< did determine, And formed a small class, in the year twenty-four. The first couple married, succumbec to love's passion. Was Thomas Orendorf, and Mis Walker they say. 'W 11 !rt POEMS 15 "hey set the example, it soon was the fashion, And thousands did Hkewise, since that early day; *ev. See and James Latta were pio- neer preachers, Who came to the grove, and were then in their prime, n that early day, they were very good teachers, And gave to the people, a share of their time. I'he first white male child, in this beautiful county, Was John Lewis Orendorf, the year twenty-five, think he should have a magnificent bounty, He lives near the grove yet, and still is alive, he name of the grove was proposed by his mother, Whose judgment and taste were considered quite fine, 'he name was so pleasing, they would have no other, 'Twas called Blooming Grove, all along on the line. ^long in the twenties, the Indians infested This beautiful country, Ma-chee-na was chief, 5Ut after the whites were with power invested, They made little trouble, which was a relief, rhey lived here in ease though they sometimes were grumbling, With sinister threats, made to scare us away, Ve met them with firmness, so many whites coming, They yielded at last and the white man did stay. The people built houses of logs for a starter, ' Made clap-boards for shingles, to cover them o'er, The cracks chinked with clay, mixed with straw for a mortar, And logs split in puncheons, were laid for a floor; This country a paradise then, for the hunter, For deer, grouse and turkey, then roamed o'er the hills. The pioneer's larder, was filled in the winter, With savory meat, from the game that he killed. The deer were so plenty, were often together, And often when hunting we found them in droves, They often in winter and stormy bad weather, For refuge and comfort, would hie to the groves. When snow fell quite deep and lay most of the winter, They came to the farms, and the fields were their beat. Where often they fell easy prey to the hunter. While ranging the fields to get something to eat. The wolves were so plenty, we oft heard them howling. For thieving and cunning, they car- ried the palm. They traveled at night, and did most of their prowling For chickens or turkeys, a pig or a lamb. We caught them with steel traps and often we shot them, And chased them with dogs that were good on the run, We frequently went out on horse- back and caught them, A wolf chase with dogs made us plenty of fun. The bull snake and black snake, quite many did shy them, The garter and milk snake were nothing to dread, The rattler and copperhead, all did decry them. Though on harmless kinds, we had no fear to tread. The snake we most feared, on his tail had a rattle. His poisonous venom, we soon learned to fear, 16 POEMS When he was approached, he was apt to give battle, And rattle his warning for us to steer clear. The people were few, now and then a plantation. No houses except near the groves did appear. The farms were not large, that were in cultivation, 'Twas only in stock, that we money could clear; They had neither hedges, nor wire, nor lumber. To fence in the crops and protect them from harm. The men with their muscle, went into the timber, Like Lincoln, split rails and then fenced in the farm. The prairies were in their primeval condition. The few farms were fenced, and the stock ran at large, Which gave the stock man a finan- cial addition; But now high priced lands make the stock a great charge. At that time our stock as to grade were inferior Compared with our stock now in their improved state, And those we now have, are by far their superior. In breeding and form and excel them in weight. The hog was quite ancient, his back like a razor. His nose was so sharp he could drink from a jug, The cattle were fair, and a very good grazer, A few fine small horses, but most of them plug. Too light for hard drafts, heavy roads, and hard wheeling But some were as fleet as the earth ever trod. The ox was more patient, less nerv- ous, less feeling, And used on the prairies to break up the sod. )IH The prairies were many times dotted I with cattle, That grazed o'er the hills, near the farms in content. And fortunes were made, then, by, raising this chattel. For Uncle Sam's grass did not costi them a cent; Ah well I remember! those beautiful: cattle, ; In summer their new coats were glossy and sleek. The males often met, and then had a fierce battle, ' When coming to drink, at the sweet Sugar creek. The plow in those days, was quite,; crude in construction. The bar and shear iron, the balance was wood. It rooted the ground, slightly aiding: production. The land being new, brought a croi that was good; The scythe and the cradle, for mow- ing and reaping. They used, and with hands, put the j grain into bale; ' Then shocked it, and stacked it, to better the keeping; , And tramped out with horsfs, oi thrashed with a flail. Then clothing was high, it was hard to procure it. Though fine wool and flax, were produced in the land, The matrons and maidens, 't was hard to endure it. • Made both cloth and cloi hing, witb^J dear willing hands. We then had no coal, neither gas nor cheap coal oil, To light up our houses, as now cheap and good, We lit them with candles, and lamps filled with lard oil. And heated with fuel, split out of the wood. In those days the cook stove, was not yet invented. The large open chimney, considered the thing; POEMS 17 'ots, skillet and oven, the cook was contented, And served up her meals, good enough for a king; The pots hung on pot racks, for boil- ing and stewing. The oven was made with short legs and a lid, Vas heated with coals, and kept hot by renewing. Both bottom and top, and it baked splendid bread. \. buggy or carriage, the fact is we had none. And folks went on horse back, or walked to the church, )ide saddles for ladies, that is if they had one. If not, rode behind, or were left ^ in the lurch. n those early days, it was hard to get money, The price of home products, was I wonderful flat, V horse twenty dollars, or five for a pony, Corn ten cents per bushel, and slow sale at that. rhose having the maple tree, made their own sugar. The sap would run freelj^ in spring for a while, ro get it, we bored in the tree with an auger, Say four inches deep, and then put in a spile; Ve caught it in troughs, and then boiled to a syrup, ^'hen strained it, and boiled again o'er a slow fire; "o keep it from burning, we oft did it stir up. And made as nice sugar, as one could desire. ^ country church building, we had none what ever, I The people were few, and the times were so close, rhose who were inclined to a pious endeavor. Held a service at home, or a coun- try school house; When mict, some good brother would act as their teacher, And lead in the service, to sing and to pray. They had a good time, if a pioneer preacher. When out on a circuit, would come round their way. In those days, the people were kind to each other. Extended their kindness, to all whom they found. They gave the newcomer the hand of a brother. And welcomed the stranger, when- e'er he came round; No charges for lodging, nor meals, not a shilling. The greeting was cordial, when one came about. Unless they had proved him a con- summate villain, Their hearth stone was free and their latch string hung out. The harrow we used then, was shaped like an A, sir, 'Twas made from a tree, that was forked and good, Not much like the steel ones, so com- mon today, sir, We made it at home, it was all made of wood. The old schooner wagon, was then all the go, sir, 'Twas drawn bj^ four horses, we thought it was fine; When loaded and started, it made quite a show, sir. The man rode the wheel horse, and drove with one line. The year twenty-three, the first school in the county. Was taught by Miss Mullen, the scholars were few. The room was provided by John Daw- son's bounty, Tuition was paid by the scholar when due; The year twenty-five the first school house erected. Stood near William Walker's, south side of the grove, 18 POEMS For three miles around, all the stu- dents collected, At that dear old school, which they soon learned to love. The school house was then built of logs and one story, The seats were split benches, with only four legs, Yet we went to school, and were right in our glory, Hats, bonnets and baskets we hung upon pegs; The country school, then, taught us reading and spelling. With writing, arithmetic, geography too, And grammar to those who desired excelling, But of higher branches, 'twas little they knew. A pioneer school house, stood near Hinshaw's pasture, Where Oliver March taught an ex- cellent school, And well I remember, as if it was last year. How often he punished the boys with his rule; The rules in the schools, in those days, were quite rigid, To whisper or laugh, was consid- ered a crime. The teacher would give them a look sharp and frigid. With rule or with switch, he would bring them to time. We had neither steam mills, nor mills run by water. And good mills for grinding, were far, far away; The grain was prepared, and put in a mortar, And pounded, 'twas tedious, but common that day. In thirty, I. Baker a mill built for grinding, It ground very slowly, but made Us good meal. The wheel a flat circle, kept constant- ly winding. By weight of the horses, by tread- ing the wheel. The next mill was built, by Sam Lan-j der for water, I Which proved so uncertain, it failed! him to pay, 'Twas changed to a tread mill, which paid him much better, * And always was ready, in that earlyi day; ..i In spring of the year, and oft times late in autumn, The great prairie fires, like demons would bound, And farms unprotected, it frequently caught them, And hay, grain and fences, werej burned to the ground. The year twenty-seven, the first roadi was laid out. From head of the Salt Creek, to Mackinaw Town, It got little work, little money wa.=j paid out, ' And in rainy weather the wheels cut right down; First road supervisor was Joseph B.I Harbord, He had jurisdiction for many milesl round. They had no road scrapers, with shov- els they labored. A bridge or a levee could scarcel}^. be found. The first justice chosen, to act in that line, sir. Was William Orendorf, he was onel of the best, He joined many couples, in that he was fine, sir, He filled many places of honor and' trust; And Thomas Orendorf was made first assessor. The treasurer also, and coroner too, For he in that day, was an honest possessor. Of many -good traits, for a country so new. The pioneer grand jury, just half a dozen. Was Peter McCullough, Johnj Rhodes and Lee Hurst, POEMS 19 i.nd Orendorf, Walker and Gilston, were chosen, For those men were thought to be good as the best, "hey made William Hodge, the first pioneer sheriff, And also he taught them, a pioneer school, lis official power, extended afar off, But little to do, in that line as a rule. . W. Fell was first licensed attorney, , A. Gridley soon followed, the law ' to expound, rhey came from the east, then a long tedious journey, In Bloomington's interest, they al- ways were found. n thirty, McLean was set running to order, The board of election, was Hen- > drix and Cox, A'^ith Benson, good men as they had on the border, And men who would work for a pure ballot box. rhe father of Bloomington, and her projector. Was Honorable James Allin; soon falling in line Were Gridley and Covel, both loyal protectors; McCIun and Judge Davis, did work that was fine, rhe first store in Bloomington, Al- lin erected. In eighteen and thirty he there took a stand, Phis beautiful place, for a town he ' selected. The most favored spot, he had seen in the land. [n '30 this beautiful country was booming. About 50 families, lined round the grove. In '31 Bloomington started its loom- ing. And slowly, but surely, is still on the move; The pioneer doctors were Wheeler and Baker, With Haines and Uoc Anderson; all came to stay, The ague was common, a terrible shaker. And hard to get rid of in that early day. In '30, the Lindleys, and Harbords were dwellers. On farms near the grove; also Benny DePew; And Lucas, and Benson — they all were good fellows — And Hinshaw and Walker — also Nathan Low; The Bakers, the Prices, James Latta and others. The Rhodes and Canidas — Coxes as well; The Masons and Withers — they all were like brothers — And others quite worthy, too tedi- ous to tell. In '32 Indian Chief Black Hawk col- lected His warriors, for battle, our pro- gress to end. The whites organized, and their lead- ers selected, And marched to the front, their dear homes to defend. They made Covel captain, and Grid- ley lieutenant. The second lieutenancy, Baldwin received; Their service was short, as the war soon was ended, The Indians went west and the whites were relieved. In '24 came Isaac Funk and his broth- ers, The Rhodes, the Stubblefields. Rut- ledges, too, By dealing in stock they surpassed many others. Investing in lands, while the coun- try was new; In the year '25 came the Cheneys and Dimmitt, The Dickersons, Mitchell, and old Father Hand, 20 POEMS Also Jesse Stubblefield, there was no limit, For all who came then, could get plenty of land. The year '26, came the Guthries and Trimmer, And William McCullough, also David Cox; J. Spawr and Vansickle, were '26 comers, In those early days, all had many hard knocks; The year '27, came Thomas McClure, Also Dr. Baker, and Stephen Webb, And Buckles, they all came good homes to secure. And Jonathan Hodge, also came Matthew Robb. In '28, came William Lindley, and Haner, James Rayburn, the Barnards, the Henlines came too, Ben Patton, Hieronymus, were all the gainer, They located farms and found plenty to do; James Allin, James VanScoyc, also Levi Danley, Lee Downs, Nathan Low, came the year '29, The Crumbaughs came also, and all got farms handily. And Moots and John Thompson, both fell into line. In '30, came Presley Brooks, and Wil- liam Beeler, And some of the Crumbaughs, and honest John Moore, D. Simmons, Eph Myers, and Ben- jamin Wheeler, John Smith, as good men as had come here before; Also Peter Hefner, Will Riggs, Silas Waters, With Jonathan Maxon, and Mat Coverdale, Also Patrick Hopkins and Purnell Passwaters, Jake Bishop and Birdsell, men who did prevail. The year '31, came Dave Noble and; brothers, ! A. Gridley, Green Larrison, Ike' Turnipseed, The Stewarts, James Bishop, the, Houghams and others, Abe Carlock and Washburn, all: good men indeed; The year '32, came Crog Dawson and brothers, John Ogden, McAlfertys, Dimic as well, John Bishop, James Harbord, Stans- berry and others, ^ And Wilcox, and Weaver, all come here to dwell. The year '33, came the Prices and Warlow, ' John Lindley, Sam Ogden, Mat Young, Lewis Bunn, A. Withers, H. Noble, and Hiram Buck also. While plenty of game, every man kept a gun. And came William Bishop, M. Bat- terton also. And Jonathan Ogden, also Lewis Case, Also Harvey Bishop, Elias H. Hall, sir. And after wild game they had many ' a chase. The year '34, came James Adams, and ) others. Also Shelton, Smith, A. P. Craig, Walter Karr, And Sylvester Peasley, and all the Rust brothers, Also F. R. Cowden, this good land to share; And many who came, in those days, in their boyhood. Still working at home, of their own not a cent. They learned to be frugal and honest in manhood, And now they have plenty of good land to rent. The year '35, came the Majors and Lander. James Miller, John Enlow, also Thomas Fell, POEMS 21 .nd Judge David Davis, the people's defender, John Myers, the fifer, and poet as well; Jso came the Wileys, and William H. Temple, The Karrs, Campbell Wakefield and Jimmy Depew, lilton Smith, John Magoun, who were noble examples, Henry Welch, Matthew Hawks, all were men, tried and true. n '36, came William Thomas and Lewis, Also Wesley Bishop and Jonathan Coon, md W. T. Flagg, Thomas Gilmore and Burtis, To all was this country a glorious boon, ^nd came. Joseph Horr, also Isaac Stansberry, John Longworth. came also, and Kersey H. Fell, "here was yet vacant land, they for homes had no worry, John Cusey came also, and Richard Rowell. rhe year '37, came John W. Billings, ', And Dr. C. Wakefield, and Joshua Fell, \.nd Abraham Brokaw, who came with few shillings. And Jonathan Glimpse, and Eleazer Munsell, \nd John E. McClun, also Isaac L. Coon, sir. And A. W. Scrogin, also William ' Crose, rhis beautiful land was to all a great boon, sir. Though money was scarce, and the times very close. Our patriotism, was kindled each summer, » The law, called all able militia for drill, fohn Myers was fifer, John Rochold was drummer, H. Miller, the captain's position did fill. Each autumn, they met for a bar- becue dinner, From all o'er the county, in brilliant array, And marched to the music, 'twas al- ways a winner, When Gridley or Covell, was chief of the day. In summer we used to go bathing and swimming. Along the green banks, of the old Kickapoo, The trees clothed with green, and the birds sweetly singing. Had charms that no one but a coun- try boy knew. The deep shaded pools, and the shal- lows of gravel, Had exquisite charms, that to na- ture is true. I've seen many streams, in the course of my travel, But none had the charms of the old Kickapoo. Then Pekin, Peoria, and far off Chi- cago, Were our best markets, for grain, beef and pork. No railroads, 'twas wagons, that car- ried the cargo, The fat stock were driven, 'twas slow tedious work; When all was disposed of, and money collected. The teams fed and rested, and ready to come, We bought the few extras, that we had expected, And loaded with goods, for the mer- chants at home. Dear Bloomington, then, was a vil- lage, a small one, The houses were mostly but one story high. The streets were not graded, and sometimes would stall one. When coming to market to get a supply; No mail cars, no telegraph, telephone either. The mails were conveyed on a horse or a stage, 22 POEMS A message must wait, either good or bad weather, To pass o'er mud roads, in that pio- neer age. 'Tis needless to tell what we now are achieving, In every conceivable line of today, Just look all around you, to see is believing, The eye can behold, more than pen can portray; Our wonderful progress, today, O behold it. The genius of man, we descry on each hand, No prophet, no sage, could have dreamed or foretold it. The picture of progress that covers this land. O beautiful country! Thy charms so alluring, Have Wooed to thy bosom, all men to be free, O beautiful city, thy fame is endur- ing, For culture and progress, thy motto shall be; Yes beautiful Bloomington, gem of the period, Home of the cultured, the good and the brave, With fine schools to educate, parks for the wearied, May God add His blessing, thy people to save. SIXTY YEARS AGO January A. D. 1906. In viewing memory's pages o'er, to where they first begun. The incidents of childhood days, are bright as noon day sun, The cabin home in Blooming grove, the first I seem to know, My father built in '35, seventy years ago, Soon after that he bought the land, the County Farm 'tis now, Improving it from time to time, with honest sweat of brow. The house was built while at the door wild prairie grass did grow, We moved there from the cabin| home, sixty-eight years ago. There were nine children, four were! girls and five were ruddy boys, And we were then a jolly set, for] music, fun and noise. The work, it first had to be done if weather fair and bright, The music, mirth and pleasure came, when raining and at night. In those primeval days of yore, wel walked three miles to school, 4> The teachers' eyes and ears were; sharp, and iron clad the rules. And if our studies fell behind, did noti the lessons know They made us study recess hours,, just sixty years ago. Those early days the law compelled' militia men to drill, Fife major's place, when on thej march, my father had to fill. At seven years, I learned to play. quite well upon the fife. My brother Will he did the same,, of music we were rife. At eight years old, I used to play for^ military drill. At ten years old, my father's placet] I sometimes had to fill. At twelve years, on the violin I wasj not very slow, I often played in public then, ju3t| sixty years ago. "^ Our marbles then we made at home, with which we used to play. We rolled them out perfectly round, from subsoil prairie clay; We roasted them within the fire till hard as any rock; They proved to be the very thing to stand a heavy knock. In spring we tapped the sugar trees, their water pure and sweet. We put into the kettles clean, to syrup boiled complete, 'Twas then all emptied into one and boiled down very low. And moulded into sugar cakes, just sixty years ago. POEMS 23 Lnd, O, the splendid tea we made to drink, it was a treat, 'Twas made from roots of sassafras and sugar water sweet, ^nd if we longed for taffy, we would save some syrup for night, The girls and boys would boil it down, and pull by candle light; Vnd when it ceased to freeze at night the sugar water stopped, Then work upon the farm com- menced, the putting in the crop. Vith ten-inch wooden mould board plows the work went very slow. The same plow used for cultivat- ing, sixty years ago. When frost had nipped the pumpkin vines, we pumpkins gathered in, Potatoes dug and stored away, crab apples in the bin, The prairie hay we cut with scythes, for stock from off the range. The work was then preparing for the winter's bitter change. The new corn mush, with milk, was great, at night we used to take. And luscious corn meal dodgers, that my mother used to bake, And fresh pork sausage made at home, such living was not slow. With pumpkin pies to finish up, just sixty years ago. ^nd when preparing for the crop and cleaning up the land. We cut the corn stocks down with hoes and picked them up by hand; Vnd if for corn we plowed the ground, then cross marks made for rows. One ran the plow, one dropped the corn, two covered it with hoes. n harvest one man cut a swath, with ', cradle swung by hand, One raked it into bundles and an- other tied the bands, fVhen dry enough we stacked it near , the threshing floor, you know, Then boys on horseback tramped it out, just sixty years ago. rhen Blooming Grove was in her prime, wild fruits and nuts tc. spare. Summer and autumn's balmy days brought us a liberal share, f'he walnuts and the butternuts and hazel nuts were prime, The berries, plums and hickory nuts and grapes came in their time, \.nd pawpaws, my! I taste them yet, it was a splendid treat, When frost had fairly mellowed ( them and made them good and sweet, ro shake the trees, and stand abate, while they came tumbling low. O. how we loved those fruits and nuts of sixty years ago! In winter some would snap their corn and pile it in the shuck. And he who had the biggest pile, he thought himself in luck. At night his neighbors gathered in, the jokes and fun were loud. They chose two captains for the job, each chose one-half the crowd, And then the work went merrily, they husked with all their might ; The corn was husked and in the crib by ten o'clock at night. Then smoking hot, a lunch was served, and all rejoiced to know, The muhic for the dance was there, just sixty years ago. The people were quite happy then, were equal and content. The right hand of a brother, you received where-e'er you went. The farmers were a brotherhood, whose interests were allied. The village, cursed with very few, who all the laws defied. Now, fashion is the people's God, they try to live too fast. The poor will imitate the rich, their money does not last. Good people, you should never try to make such customs go, Far better practice frugal traits of sixty years ago. 24 POEMS BLOOMINGTON, THE .EVER- GREEN CITY To be sung to the tune of Tramp, Tramp the Boys are Marching. Re- peat the air proper before singing the chorus. This great agricultural state, rating near the top of late, Now has many splendid cities on her plain. But a very few that rate, in a general estimate. With the lovely county seat of old McLean, This young city always seen, sitting lovely, calm, serene, With her many lovely mansions mounted high. Is a glorious summer scene, with her many trees so green. And her splendid towers pointing to the sky. Chorus : Tramp, Tramp, thousands will be coming. Here to settle while there's room. In this lovely city wide, they can settle side by side, And be happy in their pleasant city home. Here she sits in regal state, she is on a boom of late. And for her there is in store a glorious name; Her resources now are great, no place better in the state; She's destined to climb to glorious heights of fame. This grand city of the plain, watch- ing every chance for gain. Has twelve railroad avenues already made; To increase commercial gain, she soon others will obtain. And enhance her splendid revenues and trade. With her grand electric lines she has made a loop combine. With her lovely daughter Normal, evermore; And her interurban lines, penetrating her confines; Now her many lines are passing many doors. • She has coal a boundless yield, in her bosom yet concealed, Which will bring enormous tradd; and cash as well. It is now a fact revealed, she's a glorious mining field, That will fast her wealth and pop-' ulation swell. All around her farms are nice, andi they bring a gilt edge price; * You no better in the country can obtain. She's a farmer's paradise, stay with; her is my advice; V' Here to educate your children and remain. She has rural mail of late, and thej bring it to your gate. And a telephone system far and wide. You can write or stand and prate t^ all cities in the state While you quietly at home with friends abide. Here in central Illinois she has agri-i cultural joys. In her lands, and man}' avenue? for gain; And I frankly tell you boys, there'?' no place in Illinois For a home, I'd rather settle and remain. >-' Bloomington can, if you please, grind or store your grain with easel Or will buy and ship it to the marts of trade; And her merchants can supply any- thing you wish to buy, From a needle to the biggest thin that's made. N She, with many mills combined with: her shipping plants so fine, And her canning plants, all proi ducts can consume; With a home demand benign, here the chance is superfine. For an extra price for products right at home. POEMS 25 Shops and factories immense she has built at great expense, . " And they manufacture many lines that pay; They're the laboring man's defense, for the wages are immense. I They distribute through the city day by day. She has grand electric lights for your streets and house of nights, Making many streets and houses bright as day; If you wish to work at night, making everything so bright. If you travel, lights and guards you on the way. And her sewer system grand has not yet come to a stand. But is growing to perfection year by year; Twill continue to expand until all the city land '■ In its splendid healthful benefits will share. With great pumps she water takes from subterranean lakes. It is healthful, pure and better far than gold; If your health inclines to break, then her healthful water take, To prevent your prematurely grow- ing old. From a tower grand, complete, up in air two hundred feet. It is forced through many mains the city o'er; j She will pipe through any street, if it your approval meet. Also pipe it in your house or to your door. She has many streets that's paved, some as smooth as faces shaved, With asphaltum, brick and stone superbly fine; Everyone would like to pave, it will health and money save, ,. And the people now are falling into line. Every person wishing work, who their duty will not shirk. Can get steady work and wages every day; But the one who always shirks, also some dishonest clerks, Sometimes have to look for places far away. Any man, who has a care, with his family to share All the proceeds of his labor day by day; Can for all have decent fare, have enough to eat and wear. If he neither drinks or gambles on the way. Men who drink and loaf around, oft in gambling hells are found. Are as lice upon the city where they thrive; For a living they are bound, like a hunter's hungry hound. They're the drones who steal the honey in the hive. She has stores of many kinds, better stores are hard to find. And their prices lay Chicago in the shade; If to doubt it you're inclined, go and disabuse your mind. For both cities buy the goods right where they're made, And the merchants selling here have much less expense to bear, For their rents are not one-fourth Chicago rate; And their living is less dear, pay the clerks no more than there, They can sell as low as any in the state. Her court house is superfine, stand- ing stately, grand, sublime, A fit palace for a president or king; Built upon the fireproof line to defy the hand of time And for usefulness and beauty just the thing. She has many mansions fine, many business blocks combine. Ten, eleven stories looming to the sky; Many others now incline, to be falling into line. And will build up many mansions by and by. 26 POEMS Education is her rule, and she has excellent schools, She will educate all students who will come; Here no child need be a fool, if sa- gacious as a mule, They can get an education right at home. She has universities, just as good ones, if you please. As are any in the wide world to be found; Yet through false pride some are pleased, of their money to be squeezed. And to send the child to Europe they are bound. If to churches you incline here the chance is superfine, To attend most any kind on Sab- bath day; If you wish for strength divine, you can fall right into line. But you'll have to live uprightly on the way. She has ministers divine of most every creed and kind. And they all seem to be working for the Lord; And their sermons all incline to be on the Bible line. But they differ on the meaning of the word. Yet there really seems to be one thing on which they agree You must live the golden rule in thought and deed, If done consciously, it will set your spirit free; A pure life of love will save you — not your creed. She has doctors many kinds, and they cure on many lines; Some the chronic, others all disease defy; Some will heal with pills benign, oth- ers heal through faith divine; If your faith is good you never need to die. Her hotels are really grand, and they are in big demand. For the travelers and visitors of late, When they in this rity land, think their ideas do expand As to where the best hotels are ini the state. To maintain the public peace, she has many brave police. If to keep the law and order yo should fail, Her sworn guardians of the peac soon your pocket book wil fleece, * Or will board you at our splendi will take your mail away, And bring all your mail that's com-i ing to your door. She has seven solid banks, to avoid thieves and cranks You can there deposit all the casi' you own. For its care they ask no thanks-i always ready at the banks I When you want it to invest or mak* a loan. ^■ They have millions of their own r you wish to get a loan 4 They will make you terms ths , are extremely low; If you're favorably known or goo, property you own; ! You can do no better anywhere yoi go. She has many men of late who are selling real estate And will thousands on your real estate advance. POEMS 27 Or, if you anticipate buying in an- other state, They have splendid bargains wait- ing for a chance. As a place for residence she is now par excellence. Her good people social, courteous k_ and plain; \t is said in her defense she entails Lf as light expense ^ As the cheapest town in Illinois domain. Her newspapers stand the test — ' there's no better in the west — • And they circulate the country far ^ and wide. And it is at their behest Blooming- l' ton is now abreast Of the cities in our great comnier- [1 cial tide. [And she has good people here who n» to many hearts are dear, j Who divide with sick and worthy j\ helpless poor. he disinterested care that the char- itable bear Will bring them a rich reward at k heaven's door. 'She has music grand and sweet — • r many instruments complete — ■ J Many teachers known to honor and ''^ to fame; , We think it a real treat when an aud- ience they greet And we always wish another of the % same. She has youths whose skill is fine and f>\ whose talents are divine SJ Who will for themselves achieve A- a glorious name, For their music now is prime — very \»L soon will be sublime — )/' And they proudly will ascend the I mount of fame. 3he has gorgeous pleasure stands if it's pleasure you demand And your happiness such pleasure so require. At the Coliseum land, or go over to the Grand, You can there see anything that you desire, And her park has charms divine with a lake that's superfine. Many animals and birds within the zoo. When you wish for thoughts sublime and can spare a little time. Then repair to Miller Park, it waits for you. Thou, dear city Bloomington, noble work thy sons have done. On the scroll of fame thy name will ever stand; Many laurels thou hast won — thy good work has just begun — Thy brave sons are justly honored o'er the land. Brightest gem upon the plain thou art destined to remain For progression is the watch-word of thy joys. Great will be thy temporal gain, to great culture thou'lt attain. Thou art now the inland queen of Illinois. RENDER EQUAL HONORS TO ALL. You are building up monuments, massive and high. To lift a few names out of reach, And lauding some heroes almost to the sky With eulogy's flattering speech. But I will pass on from this rage of renown, This narrow commotion and strife; Pass by where the granite and bronzes look down. And tell of a once noble life. On out to the comrades who lie 'neath the gloom, Of pitying graves where they fell, For I, while I honor the man with the plume. Will honor the private as well. I would not detract from the brave in command. Who led in the battle's array; Let those have due praise who, with musket in hand. Bore bravely the heat of the fray. 28 POEMS For, had it not been for those heroic men, Who fought in combat with the gray, This union divided would surely have been A prey for all nations today. Those heroic soldier boys did well their part. Ne'er braver was king on his throne; The throb of each soldier boy's chiv- alrous heart Gave answering stroke to my own. I knew them, and through them the gold and alloy. Together ran equally free; I judge, as I trust God will judge each brave boy, For they were true patriots to me. 'Midst cannons' loud roar, in the bat- tle's eclipse. Life shook out its lingering sands; They died with the names that they loved on their lips. With musket still grasped in their hands. Up close to the front many braves met their doom. Up close to the flag many fell; While praising the men with the sword and the plume, Praise those with the musket as well. There's peace ir the quiet and sweet restful hours That come when the day's work is done; And peace, with those brave ones who under the flowers Lie sleeping — their life's race is run. Old comrades in arms, in the fast waning years That lead to mortality's goal, With hearts full of love, oft with eyes full of tears. We hold you most dear to our soul. We march with the May, and its flow- ery charms, And tenderly lay on the sod A sweet, fragrant emblem, dear com- rades in arms Of love and approval of God. THE CRADLE OF LIBERTY , Is our Schools, and a reverence for the flag by celebrating our Natal IDay. '< Ye Sons of Columbia, rejoice that y|^ live in JV This fair land of freedom, we love as our own. And meet once each year on the day God hath given , For Liberty's Goddess to sit on her^'' throne. v^ That day is enshrined in the hearts'!! of the nation, And sealed with the blood of our"*! patriot sires, i So then on that glad day, whatever)' our station, {< Our hearts should be burning with' patriot fires. 1! Unfurl to the breeze the bright folds of Old Glory. To music march forth, let her wave o'er the stand, And tell to the people our nation's ; glad story Of blood-purchased freedom and bright happy land. And tell to our children how patriots freed it, And made the day. sacred, that firsJu gave it birth; And pledged it to freedom, for God had decreed it ^.. A haven for all the oppressed of? the earth. ii Where man is the noblest work cA creation, '- Each man is a monarch and shouldLii be content; His home is his kingdom, whatever^ his station; His rights are as sacred as if pres- ident. Our free schools are truly the cradle i of knowledge, And mother of liberty; also the door POEMS 29 7o freedom and progress, and so is ' the college A glorious boon for the rich and the poor. !^hen rock every youth in that cradle I of knowledge, \For ignorance marks every man for a slave, '"or liberty dwells in the school and the college, And there lies the power our free- dom to save, feach justice, and honor, and knowl- . edge together; Instill in each heart what all just laws demand, Iro treat the whole world as your neighbor and brother. Thus cherish forever a free happy land. tnis heaven-blest country, the gem of the ocean. The heir of all nations since God gave her birth; 5he now stands the queen of all lands and all nations, 4.And freedom is destined to compass the earth, jf God rules this nation he surely de- signed it. I^A home, where all men of all climes can remain Iknd worship their God, as each con- science dennes it. Where none dare molest, or against them complain. Chen patriots are safe, have God's full approbation. 7Who left home and friends, to their country were true, ',Vid fought to defend and protect this great nation; \ With musket in hand, fell while wearing the blue. Then each natal day let us unfurl ' Old Glory ^And teach all the people that day to revere, ,^e often repeating this nation's glad story, And floating from house-top the flag everywhere. FREEDOM We're sailing on the ship of state, she's rocking fore and aft And ever}' son of freedom should be skilled in statesmen's craft, And every enemy on board should be made to stand abaft. And honor the laws of this great nation. Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! Let trusts no longer stay. Hurrah! Hurrah! Drive anarchy away; And let the grand old ship of state triumphantly display The unsullied flag of this great na- tion. Is this a land of freedom, when the rich usurp the field. Combine and fix the prices and con- sumers have to yield? As long as this we tolerate the poor man's fate is sealed. And he will be servant of the na- tion. Is this a land of freedom, when the manufacturers' lust Has grown so strong that they cre- ate a sacrilegious trust. Control the quantity and price of pro- ducts so unjust. And swindle consumers of the na- tion? Is this a land of freedom, when the railroad kings with ease Unite and pool their profits and fix any price they please; For hauling products of commerce, the people's pockets squeeze, And trample the rights of this great nation? Is this a land of freedom, when the laborers form a trust And try to run all business by acts that are unjust, 30 POEMS And he who heeds not their demands his plans they try to burst, And bring sore distress upon the nation? No tyrant's arbitrary rule, nor moi arch to object, But we help to rule our own gre nation. Let every man remember that this country is not free While freedom uncontrolled grows bold and ends in tyranny; And all combines that break the law engage in anarchy, Defying the laws of this great na- tion. If we will learn what freedom means, and freedom will promote, And will protect the people's right whene'er we cast a vote, 'Tis then the grand old ship of state triumphantly will float, And freedom will reign throughout the nation. The Tariff should be the dififerenc of cost in foreign lands. And cost of articles the same of ov own home-made brands, Then that would leave no margin c which wicked trusts cou stand. And all would have justice in tl nation. When law makes him a criminal, wl- helps to form a trust. Such schemes for unjust money, in many lines we're cursed, And officers enforce the law, sue wiles and schemes will burst. And this be a free and happy natiq True freedom does not mean that we can do just as we please, And trample on our neighbor's rights; by fraud each other squeeze; But means to live the Golden Rule, which we can do with ease In this great enlightened Christian nation. All inter-state utilities your Unc Sam should own. And run them for the people, be t power behind the throne; Municipal utilities, experience h shown. Should be run by the cities of t nation. True freedom does not mean that we can swindle, cheat and steal. Or any other unjust act, against the public weal, But always means, if we are wronged, the case we can appeal To just judge and juries of the nation. True freedom means the people rule, and righteous laws project. Which gives us sure protection if we other rights respect; Each manufacturing plant that ru| should to its workmen grant- An equitable portion of the prof of the plant; Then such colossal fortunes as a| o'er the land extant, Would justly be scattered throu;i the nation. \ All laboring men and capital shorl travel hand in hand. For one without the other one wov meet with no demand, POEMS 31 Vnd idle would continue, which would desolate the land Of this wide-awake, progressive na- tion. ADJUST THE LAWS Written in the interest of Western Ag- riculture and American Labor, Vwake, ye mighty laboring throng, Gird on your armor, strong and bright; !)efend your rights, vote down the wrong, * Haste, haste ye onward to the fight. Fake justice for your General, On steeds of wisdom firmly ride; fake for your sword the ballot box, Let reason be your constant guide. For moneyed kings now proudly reign, ;. With purse and pockets lined with gold, ^Vhile ye are bound with slavery's chain . And are by unjust laws controlled, rhe millionaire, he holds the bonds, And we're assessed his tax to pay, While he on luxuries daily feasts, J We're forced to labor day by day. I'.Ve pay for all, 'tis truly said. Their victuals we are made to carve, W^e furnish all their daily bread; ' If we'd stop work the world would starve. We ship our produce to the east ^ To feed the TariiT-protected rings, A.nd with an unjust freight are fleeced ^ Through trusts made by the rail- road kings. And of the manufacturers Our goods are bought at prices high. For they've protected by a tariff That we must pay whene'er we buy. A tariff high has proved unjust, 1^ Creating margins broad and high On which to build a mighty trust And rob consumers when they buy. High tariff men oft say 'tis true, That we have got a tariff on grain. And other western products too, And ask: "Pray why should we complain?" Ah, that sounds well, but be no fool, 'Tis ours to sell, we don't import. Our price is fixed at Liverpool, We can't protect what we export. They also say high tariff will make All kinds of laborers' wages high, And for the laboring man's dear sake We ought to make protection high. Be not deceived, we cannot stay By tariff, the foreign laborer, when He comes, who will, employers pay According to supply of men. The laboring men they must com- pete With all who come from foreign lands, A tariff on what he buys to eat And all he wears he has to stand. If labor then you would protect, All foreign laborers turn away, Let Uncle Sam as tariff collect From all who come, one-half their pay. The labor fields would then be clear, For men who labor day by day; Protection all alike would share. And foreign labor stay away. It must be so, or else reduce The tariff on what we eat and wear To just the difference to produce. Or ship from foreign markets here. They also boast that factories make For us a market close at hand; What good to us if we must take A price that's fixed by foreign lands? Their trusts are so adroitly made They fill the manufacturer's purse; No imports made, no revenue paid, And to consumers are a curse. Let laboring men of every brand Unite upon one common plane. And vote together, hand in hand. That all their sacred rights may gain. 32 POEMS Let education be the source To show the wrongs you long have borne; United ballots be the force That places justice on her throne. Take off the tariff, that now they boast, On imports from a foreign shore, Except the difference in cost Between the making here and there. With such a tariff", fair and just, On goods and products of the earth, Untrammelled by a wicked trust, All things would sell for actual worth. Then mighty, noble, laboring throng, High tariff and trusts ye should dissect, Throw off the curse ye've borne so long. Thereby the people's rights pro- tect. The right is yours good laws to make. Then yield it not to cliques and rings, Teach money sharks to fear and quake, The scepter take from railroad kings. Select ye men to make the laws, Whose interests are with yours allied, Whose hearts are with the people's cause, Whom you can look upon with pride. Then strike, ye mightly laboring throng; Gird on your armor strong and bright; Defend your rights, vote down the wrong; Haste, haste ye, onward to the fight. Ye sons of toil arise and free From unjust rule and tyranny This glorious land, America, This blood-bought land of liberty. Stand firmly by the people's cause, Instruct j'our lawmakers to see By wise and equitable laws That poor as well as rich are fre< AN ADDRESS TO LABOR Both city and rural. Capital of late is bold, to combinj and get a hold On the public, and their ampl| purses drain, And this truth 1 will unfold, that yo always will be sold Until you adjust the laws that yo maintain. You have no protecting care, fror the laws in which you share, 'Gainst your labor every nation ca« compete. Then why do you vote to bear sues discriminating fare, And accomplish by your votes you own defeat? Tf the laws a tariff would lay on a; men who come this way From all foreign lands to labo' and for gain, And collect one-half their pay; ij their native lands they'd staj Then j'ou could your price on label well maintain. You should change the tariff wal. that in legislative hall Your lawmakers have built for thj money king; You should by your votes install lawl to benefit us all, Equally and just alike in everjj thing. Tariff is mother of the trust, a plai truth, confess you must, j Trusts control products and price of today. A united vote would burst every sa dom would have fled. They paid the cost for this great nation. Glorious freedom purchased by their blood and widows' tears, Let us keep inviolate forever, endless years. Guard it as a heritage from Angels of the Spheres; Bought with their blood for this great nation. Foreign nations knows the prowess of our soldier boy; Recognize his power other armies to destroy; Recognize the honor o'er the world that we enjoy. All stand in awe of this great na- tion. Deadly roar of battles fall no longer on the ear. Foreign nations treat our flag with honor everywhere. North and South united the same glorious banner bear; Yet we have foes within the na- tion. Foes within more dangerous than those who dwell afar; Avarice and greed and lust degrade us more than war. Honor, justice, charity, should be our guiding star. Such will perpetuate a nation. Men in high position oft betray the public weal. Sell their sacred honor and in many ways they steal. When weighed in the balance and their perfidy revealed; Sorely demoralize this nation. Corporations have no soul, their greed is unsurpassed. Bid defiance to the laws, while for- tunes they amass, Avaricious tyrants, they oppress the common class, Getting the profits of the nation. Many now manipulate our food just as they will; 26 POEMS Mix it with cheap nostrums their own purses soon to fill, Caring not how many unsuspecting ones they kill. Shame and disgrace confronts this nation. Greed so vast and virulent, for much ill-gottetn pelf, Soon will blight this nation and will lay her on the shelf. Patriots of peace, awake and save her from herself. Thus you'll perpetuate this nation. This is God's own haven for all worthy and oppressed. Such of foreign nations come to us for peace and rest. Greed and lust is sacrilege in this land of the blest, Tainting the morals of this nation. Each one an integral part of this great commonwealth, Individuals must be pure if nations have good health. Let us cleanse our impure hearts frorri avarice and stealth. Thus will we purify the nation. Give us Folks and Hanleys when you man the ships of state; Bryans for the pilots and LaFollettes for the mates; Roosevelts for the captains, and theJi crews will be kept straight. Then we will have a prosperous na- tion, u I THE LAW OF COMPENSATION AND RETRIBUTION The law of compensation, Inexorable and sure; The law of retribution Pays full measure, often more. Then let each one be brave and true, And always on his guard; Each word or act we say or do Will bring its just reward. .1 If in your heart the world you love,| And you are kind and true, Your actions will the world improve, The world will then love you. if to the world j^ou kindness show, You'll get what is your due; The world much kindness will bestow, And with its love bless you. Be a patriot for peace, it is a noble cause. Vote for public servants who strictly enforce the laws. Men who do their duty always win the world's applause. Such will perpetuate this nation. Give us men of honor for our legis- lative halls; Give us judge and jurors true, when sacred duty calls. Send dishonest tricksters to adorn the prison walls. Thus you'll perpetuate this nation. But if you measure to the world. Envy, malice and strife, The same will come to you ten-fold;' Bitter will be your life. A word or act, though good or bad,i Will bring its duplicate; You will rejoice or will be sad. Just as you may dictate. Then let your life the world impress^ With love and kindness true. Do all you can the world to bless 'T will live long after you. Let every act and word be good Give to the world your best. POEMS 37 Meet all in loving brotherhood And you'll be ever blest. If all the world would realize That compensation's laws And retribution just and wise Will reward every cause. And bring to them the measure That they do to others mete, 'T would fill this world with pleasure And this life would be more sweet. MUSIC The follozving lines zvere written for a Friday evening essay while attend- ing school at U'esleyan University in 1855, at Bloomington, III, and never before printed. O, music, thy melody all do admire, Though all have not talent thy art to acquire. A natural genius some gladly possess, While others fail even thy notes to express. O, charmingly sweet are thy soft trilling notes. They fall on my ear and enchanting- ly float; They fill the glad heart with a raptur- ous zeal That none but the happy hath power to feel. O, music, thy power the soul it in- spires With blissful emotions and lovely de- sires, ^Directing our thoughts to the heav- ens above, To God who looks down with com- passion and love. The soul of Apollo still playing the ^ lyre, And spirit of Marcius' flute in the air. Still charms with a power, most sweet and sublime. Refined by the ages — increasing with time. When artist is playing the harp or the lyre, Violin or piano, with notes loud and clear, Or nature's grand organ, the sweet human voice, Thou makest the depths of the soul to rejoice. Yet issuing forth from the sweet hu- man voice Are tones more divine, inore exqui- sitely choice. That charms with a power the soul and the mind; Far sweeter than all other music com- bined. No grander conception of heaven have we Than oft to the soul is suggested by thee; The Father above, as thy melodies roll, Through thy magic notes ever speaks to the soul. There's something sublime as thy notes float along. That tells us of joy and of bliss yet unknown; They cheer us with charms that we truly confess We joyously feel, but cannot express. To thy magic power the savage will yield; Thy charms maketh tame the wild beasts of the field. Thou'rt a heaven-born blessing of countless worth; Indeed thou'rt a foretaste of heaven on earth. The Father hath clothed thee with sweet chords of cheer, While angels attend with a listening ear. Our souls catch the bliss thou to angels hast given And visit in spirit the mansions in heaven. 38 POEMS LOVE Since God is love, then love is life, and good. And love deals justly with what is his own. He made the world for one great brotherhood, From peasant to the king upon his throne. Love is divine, love is of heavenly birth. 'Tis pure afifection, love is grand, sublime; When cultivated here upon the earth. Luxuriantly it blooms in every clime. A precious boon, a joy it doth impart. No sweeter joy or bliss can e'er be given; Designed to soften every selfish heart, And guide our wayward souls to peace and heaven. When in the bosom burns love's sacred fire, We are content to feel the passion burn; Consuming selfish purpose and de- sire. We take no heed if it brings no re- turn. It hides a mighty multitude of faults, Gives to the heart great pleasure and good cheer. The favored heart that tender love exalts. Is rich beyond all else, beyond com- pare. Love was designed for every human soul, And 'tis in giving love's best rap- ture lies; And he who hath not loved hath missed his goal. 'Tis love that binds the world to heaven's ties. Love's sharpest grief, with subtlest pleasure lies; Love is the same with peasant, lord or kings. Love is its own reward, which heaven supplies. The same sweet passion subtlest pleasure brings. Love o'er the world a conquering sovereign reigns; Leaps over mountains, verdant] plains and streams; Defies all prisons, with their locks and chains, And visits us in sweet nocturnal dreams. Defies the ocean's boistrous rolling! waves, With lightning speed it leaps fromi shore to shore; And often from ill fate the convict^ saves. And oft its power unlocks thei prison door. It soothes the many sorrows of this life. Peace is its beacon light, its guid- ing star. True love will teach the trusting mani and wife To be a loving, helpful, happy pair. If every nation, land, and tongue] could see That love to fill each heart was freely given. Then love would reign supreme eter- nally, And every land on earth would be ] a heaven. A mother's love hath wondrous force and power When she would aid her children in distress; Her prayers and tears in darkest try-> ing hour, Like guardian angels shield them i for to bless. No greater love did mortals ever know Than Jesus Christ to fallen man hath given. He gave his life, none greater love can show, That sinner through his love can enter heaven. POEMS 39 Where love supreme hath conquered every foe, And filled the hearts of all that happy throng, 'Tis love can soothe each sorrow and each woe, And only love can triumph over wrong. SLANDER I have heard it faintly hinted, With a wink, also a smile. By one of my closest neighbors, Who I thought was free from guile. Next I heard it in a whisper From my neighbor next in line; Now "The facts you must not men- tion," Said she, with an air divine. Once again I heard the rumor, And this time 'twas spoken out, And this one gave particulars, Also peddled it about. Thus one innocent was shadowed With a stain upon his name, Without one thing to verify Or justify the blame. If thy neighbor is not perfect, By example do not fail To show him he is in error. Let another tell the tale. Then dear friends I here implore thee. Put a bridle on thy tongue. Lest thy neighbors should deplore thee, Guard thy tongue from every wrong. TOBACCO Tobacco is a curse to man, A poison to the brain. For man}'- from the cigarette At last become insane. And those who chew, expectorate And spit their strength away; Their breath smells like a slaughter house; You wish it far away. And those who smoke, weaken their nerves A little day by day; They soon become a nervous wreck. Their muscles waste away. And oh, their breath and filthy mouth! Let every one in youth Beware of such a filthy curse, Indecent and uncouth. And then the hard-earned money spent Is worse than thrown away, Their earnings and their vigor gone, Still going day by day. And many a tobacco fiend, Homeless will sadly roam, And for tobacco spend the wealth That would have bought a home. O, if I was a lady fair, No man could inarry me Who used tobacco any way; From his embrace I'd jlee. And if my husband did begin, After the knot was tied, I'd call for a divorce from him, And out of that I'd slide. HOW TO BE HAPPY 'Tis being, and doing, and having^ that make All pleasures and pains of which mor- tals partake. You are as God made you, with un- folding mind. If you would be happy, endeavor to find A helpmate congenial, both honest and true. Be honest and faithful, whatever you do; Use all your spare moments unfold- ing your mind, In doing your duty, you'll happiness find. If you will be guided by justice and right. And stick to your purpose with valor and might. 40 POEMS And do not succeed, and your pur- pose complete, Your conscience will bless you, al- though in defeat. But he who is right rarely ever will fail; Truth, honor and justice always pre- vail. Then stick to the right, if you wish to succeed. For he who is right will be happy indeed. In having, if you enjoy what you possess. It must come honestly, if you it bless. For he who possesses much ill-gotten gain, He cannot be happy if it he retain. Then be what God made you, do always your best. And be true and faithful, if you would be blest, Pursue for your calling your natural bent. And you will be happy and will be content. SUCCESS To whom this comes, greeting; give ear to my story. Who soon will embark on the jour- ney of life, That you may be crowned with suc- cess and full glory; A hint from your friend might with blessings be rife. Select occupation, a trade, or profes- sion; Choose something congenial, by which you can live; Stick close to your work until in your possession All knowledge and skill your in- structor can give. Then gird on your armor, with hon- est endeavor Proceed with your work, set your talisman high; Whate'er may oppose, never falter, no never, Success crowns the man who with firmness will try. The man without energy, purpose or calling, And void of ambition, who lies or the shelf; In other men's traps he is constantly falling; The world helps the man who wil: first help himself. And while on life's journey, if trials ofifend you. And time with the gold also brings you some dross. Stick close to your line and success will attend you; A stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss. A great many men, wealthy, honest| and clever. Are men born where poverty lurked in the door; By close application and honest en deavor Abound now in wealth, who ini childhood were poor. The man who succeeds, starts aright and stays by it. And hangs to the willows with bod3n and soul; Whate'er may oppose, he'll press on: and defy it. By firm will and energy reaching the goal. WATCH THE TIDE AND HUSTLE No matter what your calling, or youri occupation be. The room is plenty at the top, the way for all is free; Be always ready to mount every! stepping stone you see; Your actions and purpose will com- mend you. Don't sleep away your chances till another will observe. And gather in the prizes while you halt for want of nerve. If you get up and hustle you will get what you deserve. And sure success will then attend you. POEMS 41 rhere's honors plenty to go around, and wealth enough to spare, Then never falter on the way until you win your share, For he will wear fame's laurel wreath, who honestly gets there. The world will applaud and tell the story. rhen watch the tide, be wide awake, honest, upright and true; Strike hardest while the iron's hut in every thing you do; And you will have a host of friends, your enemies be few; In age you'll receive a crown of glory. Then make each opportunity a step upon the way. Let honor and integrity your every action sway. If you press upward step by step, you'll surely win the day. And good men's approval will be given. And if you have a brother who is worthy, feeble, slow, jWho needs a friendly helping hand the proper course to show, Lead him across the turbid stream, show him the way to go And you will receive reward in heaven. PROMPT ACTION IS THE KEY TO SUCCESS. *rhe follozving lines can he sung to the air, "Marching Through Georgia." If you, from indecision, loiter on and lose today, 'Twill be the same tomorrow in your dilatory way, For every indecision you indulge will »> bring delay. And you'll be less able to command, A ■ Sir. . Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! If you would make it pay. Hurrah! Hurrah! Then lose no time today. For every moment that you lose is gone and gone to stay, And you are still nearer to the grave, sir. If you have need to do a thing, and it is in your power, Decide at once to do it, and com- mence this very hour. If you meet opposition, do not hesi- tate and cower, But do what your needs and will demand, sir. A forceful and determined will the means will soon suggest. And all such opposition melt away and be suppressed, And add unto your force of mind more strength for future tests To get what in ftuure you desire. Only commence, the thing is sure, you then more strength will gain. Your interest be increasing as your object you obtain; The work will be completed and a conqueror you will reign. The world will applaud and will admire. Wait not until tomorrow for what should be done today, For things done at the proper time in many ways will pay. While many losses you'll incur from neglect and delay. The prompt man will soon get to the top, sir. OPPORTUNITY You will not say I come but once, and then return no more. If you a daily vigil keep when I knock at your door. For every day I'm at your door, that you success may win, 42 POEMS And bid you open wide the door and let success come in. Though dire afifliction be your lot, have courage, do not mourn. For very long must be the lane that never has a turn. The worthy do not strive in vain, nor have to beg their bread; I clothe all honest, worthy poor, and see that they are fed. If you have come too late today, my star you did not see, Be out on time tomorrow, and you surely will find me; For I am watching every day to find whom I can serve. And if you come to me in time you'll get what you deserve. Grieve not for chances you have missed that never can return. The records of misfortunes I each night essay to burn; Let vanished griefs and sorrows be forgotten, then be true. And rise each morn for chances new, that I prepare for you. 'Tis seldom wealth or honor come by accident or fate, And many who attain success work early, also late; Their vigils keep, and watch for me lest I should pass them by; I help all those who say they can, and get right out and try. HOPE There's not a heart so dreary That time cannot heal in years. There's not a day so cloudy But the light of day appears. The sun will shine the brighter When the atmosphere clears. There's not a dream so horrid But the waking brings delight. There's not a life so cheerless But it feas some rays of light. On the right side of the picture It is always still more bright. There's not a cup so bitter But it can be made more sweet, And not a path so rugged But it can be trod by feet. We first have to clear the way Of all obstacles we meet. There's not a man so destitute, If his health and strength abid But can have comforts plenty If with care he'll watch the tide. And diligently hustle. All his needs can be supplied. There's not a maid so homely, If she keeps in perfect state. But in this cold world somewhere Can find a loving mate. Kind words and acts of kindness Will enlist him soon or late. There's not a married couple. Who have trouble on the way. Bur soon can have it pleasant As the flowers that bloom in Ma; If they show love and kindness To each other day by day. There's not a heart so hardened But it has one tender spot; The blood of Christ can soften And wash every stain and blot. 'Tis free just for the asking Sinner, O, forget it not. SECRET OF CONTENT 'Tis not a vast amount of gold th; brings you sweet content. And soothes the restless, graspinj heart, with many pleasure blent; It is not fabulous amounts of stocl' and bonds on hand. Nor is it ready cash in bank, payab on demand. Nor is it fame throughout the eart nor genius on your part, Nor heritage of noble birth that sa isfies the heart. il Possession will not shield the mini from cares that daily haunt; || The only thing that brings content i| what we do not want. i If you are modest in your wants, suj press each vain desire. POEMS 43 o what in reason you expect, to what you should aspire. ovet no more than is your due, ac- cept what God hath sent, e satisfied with what you are, then you will be content. t truly you are satisfied with bless- ings God hath given, .nd satisfied with what you have, and honestly have striven; ,et others worry and complain, and nurse their discontent; v''ith honest purpose do your best, and you will be content. ou cannot change Dame Nature's laws, which God hath made for man, ut you can change environments, though life is but a span, v^ith honest purpose do your best with what the Lord hath sent, ■od will your honest efforts bless, then you will be content. "hen if we ever are content, our wants we must curtail "o what is just and right for us, then we will seldom fail, f we will do the best we can, with honest purpose blent, )ur modest wants will be supplied and we will be content. DARE TO DO RIGHT V^hen I was young I knew a man, who lived across the way, [e had a very slanderous tongue, yet tried to preach and pray; lis neighbors would not go to hear the slang he tried to blow, le'd crowd the stand when others preached, and try to make it go. 'he preacher would extend to him a friendly attitude; 5efore the close, invited him the meetings to comclude. Fwas then in truth, the fun began, the boys were tickled so. Vith laughter they would often burst, he could not make it go. low, Christian friends, take my ad- vice, if others you would teach, Let all vour words and acts be good before you try to preach; For if your daily walk is bad, your neighbors soon will know. And leave you hunting for a job; you cannot make it go. Another one I knew in youth, and scanty was his store; A gourmand of the purest type, his stomach kept him poor. 'Tis said he ate a dozen quails, still wanted more, you know. And ate good apples by the peck; he made the victuals go. He seldom cut, or combed his hair, it really was a sight; He sat at church one Sundaj' night, near by the candle light; In leaning back too close the light his hair caught fire, you know, He danced a double shufifle then, try- ing to make it go. And now dear friends, whene'er you eat, do try and be content; To guard your appetites with care, 'twill pay a big per cent.. And lest, like this dear little man, your hair catch fire, you know, Keep hair and whiskers neatly trim- med; then you can make it go. I knew another, big and strong, who always had a plan By which he would exterminate, or whip some other man. But when his man came to the front, for battle made a show, That windy man was not on hand, he failed to make it go. If you are blessed with health and strength, your rights you would protect. Do not tramp on your neighbor's toes, his sacred rights respect; His love and kindness you'll secure, and soon will come to know. That kindness is the only way that you can make it go. And still another one I knew, who would a neighbor strike; He had the nerve at sixty-five, to whip young Jacob Zike. His great big boys soon came to think they more than dad did know; 44 POEMS He came with mowing scythe in hand; he surely made 'em go. His cows went to a neighbor's field, and o'er the fence they went; His neighbor chased them with his dog, and they were homeward sent, He went and cursed his neighbor blue, with loud and angry tone; He said: "Now, sir, I'll draw my coat; then I will draw your own." His neighbor was a quiet man, and not inclined to flight. Then Isaac came to father's housti in somewhat better plight. Exultantly, he told the fact of his unpleasant show. And said: "If curse is in the heart, 'tis best to make it go." Come, all ye fractious, nervous men, be always on your guard; No matter what the cross may b-^, in action, deed, or word; Let reason sit upon her throne, the proper course to show. Do as you'd have them do to you; then you can make it go. THE PSYCHOLOGICAL CHORD. Thy thoughts and thy actions influ- ence thy neighbor For good or for evil, as thou may direct; Then let thy example, without fear or favor. Be such as to merit his love and re- spect. Thy thoughts, they are things often caught by another, While passive, and brain in a re- ceptive plight. Thus thou art the keeper oft-times of thy brother, Then keep thy thoughts pure that thou guide him aright. There is a strong sympathy binding together With magnetic power the whole human race; It winds through each heart a mj terious tether, In every kind action its presen we trace. ri It winds through the hearts of ea|iy land and each nation. While sojourning here on tbj earthly domain, [ And when our friends pass to th| bright spirit station That chord reaches out and unit! us again. ! No matter how high or how hum! our calling. Our thoughts and our actions tf world will impress; If noble and pure, lift up those w are falling. And charm with a power the whc; world to bless. But all impure thoughts, selfish deet! unkind actions. Are felt everywhere on that ma netic wave; A message is sent on that chord attraction. Impressing its victims from crac to grave. [ Then through loving thoughts let influence others And hold them, through kindne that magnetic chain And likewise acknowledge all m\ as our brothers, And raise them through love : a high moral plane. That magnetic chord, with its stro mystic tether. Hath bridged o'er the chasm that world beyond; And through loving thoughts we c soon call together Those who are in spirit, w promptly respond. GUARD WELL THY THOUGH Thy actions are an index of t, thoughts. Thy countenance a symbol of 1 heart. POEMS 45 thou wouldst be without a stain or blot, rhen bid all impure thoughts from thee depart. y mind upon thy body deep and strong s stamped so all who heed the marks may find e impress of its lines for right or wrong; jThy destiny is governed by thy mind. iulge no evil thoughts, they weave a chain vVhose subtle links thou ever will deplore, t none but pure thoughts in thy heart remain, f^nd thou on wings of love will safely soar. an I control my thoughts?" thou fain would ask. Zes! If thou place thy moral bea- con high, will soon become a very easy task. And will become a pleasure by and by. lis motto place upon thy beacon light; Truth, Virtue, Honor, Charity and Love; ^d always keep it in thy memory bright, 'And it a perfect talisman will prove. id thus, if evil thoughts come to , thy mind. To shun the cause will drive them all away, ly talisman will then be ever kind, And give thee strength to conquer day by day. passing bird may light upon thy f head; Thou dost not have to let it there remain, ne thrust and it will very soon have : fled, 'And it will never trouble thee again. he firm resolve of a determined soul Will stop opposing forces, soon or late; No circumstances will hinder or con- trol; No power as the human will so great. No obstacle can stay the mighty force Of Mississippi's waters to the sea, Or stop the earth from moving in its course; A mighty will hath fixed their des- tiny. Likewise, he who succeeds and wins the goal Is he whose honest purpose never swerves; Whose thoughts and acts the one great aim control, Eternal justice brings what he de- serves. COMPEND OF THE DOCTRINE OF PREDESTINATION The author believes in the free moral agency of man and wrote the following lines to more vividly show the absurdity of the doctrine of predestination. When God made man it was his will That part of his creation Should wear a magic coat of mail, And fill his heavenly station; The rest he doomed to endless flames. Where they cannot expire; He Satan made, to list their names, And kindle up the fire. Those who are chosen, fore-ordained. For heaven are elected; By will or acts they cannot change The end for them selected. He fore-ordained for each a trail. He's bound that they shall track it; He clothes each with a coat of mail, A magic iron jacket. Those magic jackets are so nice, A charming thing to wear, sir; If born in one it will suffice. You'll have no cross to bear, sir. If you should murmur or complain And should refuse to wear it, 46 POEMS Your murmuring will be in vain, Me'll make you grm and bear it. From his decree there's no appeal; All those whom he selected Can murder, lie, and cheat, and steal, And will not be rejected. For when they die and heavenward sail, Should Satan overtake them And see their magic coats of mail, He'll very soon forsake them. If you are chosen prior to birth, And heaven made your portioii. Your privileges here on earth Are boundless as the ocean; To get much cash and pleasures too, No matter how selected. If you'll be sure, what e'er you do, That you are not detected. Then why should preachers waste their breath. Except for earthly union? It will not change you after death. Your portion or communion. If you are one of God's elect. Blest will be yoUr condition, Bui if he did not you select You'll go down to perdition. THE THREE WISHES Three boys their wishes did express; One dark, with brilliant curling hair; One tall, erect, with bland address; One unassuming, calm and fair. "I wish," quoth he with curling hair, "For wealth, for gold, and courtly life; Were I a wealthy millionaire All maids would wish to be my wife." "I wish for fame throughout the earth," The tall one said, with bland ad- dress; "An heiress wed, of noble birth. Who will by acts her love confess." Then gently spoke the third and s "I wish for love; a loving wife; If trials come and tears be shed, ,,t True love will soothe the trials life." iie I'' Years passed, again there chanced' be Three men, and all were bowed v, years, Relating each his destiny. His joys through life, also his te^ie Thus spoke the one with curling h "My wealth of jewels, and my g( Attracted one with stately air, Who loves me not since I am ol jie "Fame is not all," the tall one sighf "Her empty bubbles bring no re She brought to me an heiress bri I cannot brook her vain behest." Then gently said the third: "My j, Hath neither wealth nor fame sil plied, ^ But I am loved, and love my w Am happy, and am satisfied." THE GIRL AND WHAT SHfi LIKES A part of the girls, seven days of 1 week. Like a wee bit of powder and pa on their cheek, And like to make frizzes and curls their hair. And wear pretty clothes to make th( look fair. And some of them like the bicycle ride, And have their best fellow to ride their side. While some of them like to sit late at night And get their hair mussed, till it in bad plight. And others, still, like to be walki the street. And make many mashes on bol whom they meet, And have not a care whose affectio they blight, POEMS 47 ily that they can catch them, re- gardless of right. t the girl who is thoughtful, hon- est and true, e seeks but one fellow; she thinks one will do; id he must be honest, be manly, and just, id true to his promises, true to his trust. le likes in the morning to rise witR" the sun id help her mamma till the work is all done. |e then fixes up, after playing the ' cook, ^id practices music, or reads a good book. ^le likes to attend Sabbath school the year round, id when Sunday comes, at the church she is found. •e likes to dress well, but is vain not at all, id she always is loved and respected by all. Je likes to ask mamma's advice all about 'ho are fit companions to be w,ith when out. 'ith kind words and smiles always sweetens her life. , such is the girl who will make a good wife. THE FIRST WEDDING ''e read in the Bible, as all should know, od made the first girl, she did not I grow, es, made her; though some folks pronounce it a fib, hough plainly it says she was made from a rib. he rib was taken from Adam's left side Ahile he was fast sleeping — sure he ' might have died, :e did not, for sure as the story I tell, When he did awaken his side wa» quite well. He opened his eyes and beheld with surprise A beautiful maiden, with bright beam- ing eyes. And curls so bewitching her brow did relieve, A model of beauty; he called her name Eve. Now Cupid was ready for playing his part. For he had been with fair Eve from the start; With bow and with arrow concealed in a curl. He always lay ready her love darts to hurl. Now Eve upon Adam quite soon inade a mash. Gave Cupid the hint, and he made a bold dash; He leveled his bow and he sent a keen dart That pierced Adam deeply, far down in the heart. Then Adam in tones that were almost divine Said: "Sweet, charming Eve, wilt thou ever be mine?" She gave her consent, but she thought it quite fair That half of the time she the breeches should wear. Then Adam a grape vine did quickly prepare Between two nice fig trees suspended in air; They joined their right hands, he was tall and she plump. And then they together the grape vine did jump. And then made a vow that they sealed with a kiss. Together to live in contentment and bliss; That each share the joys and the sorrows of life; That he be her husband and she be his wife. 48 POEMS Then all things went lovely and well on the start; While honeymoon lasted they lived heart to heart. She loved Adam dearly, with him gladly stayed; While Adam thought her the best thing ever made. God planted a garden supplying their needs And gave them to care for, and keep down the weeds; A fine tree of knowledge, in bearing complete. But said of its fruit they were never to eat. Now that tree of knowledge was nice to behold, With beautiful fruit that held curses untold. And God gave this order, to pass its fruit by For "the day that thou eatest thou surely shalt die." Now Adam attended that garden with care. While Eve played around and fell into a snare; Quite ready for gossip or pleasure to take; And Satan came around in the shape of a snake. "My dear Madam Eve," he compla- cently said, "This is a fine garden from which you are fed. And that tree of knowledge, such beautiful fruit. You'll be wise as God if its fruit you will eat." Then Eve plucked the fruit and it tasted so fair She thought it quite time she the breeches should wear. She gave it to Adam and bade him partake. He yielded, and Eve was beguiled by the snake. That nice fruit of knowledge soon opened their eyes To their nude condition, and the great surprise. Not being content with their natur rig They made themselves aprons leaves of the fig. Then God came around that fine gaj^ den to view And see if his children were faithf''' and true; He then called for Adam, but th(f both had run And hid, while repenting of what th had done. Then God called for Adam, "O whe:^ hast thou been?" Then they both came creeping ot bowed down with sin. Said Adam, "The woman, that lovejr helpmeet. She plucked the ripe fruit, sir, she thf bade me eat." I Then God said to Adam, "Forevci I vow, Thou shalt eat thy bread by the swee of thy brow; And Eve, thou shalt serve him tl' days of thy life. Thy husband shall rule thee whilj thou art his wife." t Then Eve soon protested against th decree, And still keeps contending that sh shall be free, And have her own servants, and li\ at her ease. And put on the breeches wheneve she please. But Adam quite often puts in a pre test. And claims that the breeches fit hii much the best; And holds to the breeches and make it quite plain That Eve must let go, or they'll ren' them in twain. 1 That old Bible story, I think, is un, fair. Gives women more blame than goo women should bear. POEMS 49- jr men without women would die in despair, -cm this lovely world they would soon disappear. or woman, God bless her, is oftener true ban man, to good morals, and what she may do. nd woman's influence, though fet- tered its course, /ith great moral power moves the r world by its force. PSEUDO— CHRISTIAN ■0 the man zvho prays for his neigh- bors and brothers, but votes to license the sale of intoxicants to drag them down to hell. tis sad to reflect on your moral con- dition. You pose as a moral example to- day. 'ou surely are on the broad road to ] perdition, You need moral courage to vote I as you pray. four sordid desire for wealth and position, , Is searing your conscience, your vote is for self, ro save your own purse, without fear or contrition, You sacrifice neighbors, for lucre and pelf, iy voting for license you give to ^ another, A weapon for death for it kills by degrees, \.nd say, "Here's your victims, my neighbor- and brothers, Your license is ready, go kill whom you please." rhe crime rests with you when you " license another. And sell your poor soul, your own cofifers to fill, ^ou thus press the cup to the lips ) of your brother, The cup that contains all the hor- rors of hell. Then rise above self and throw oflf party thralldom. Behold the vast legions you're help- ing to slay. While Satan is after their souls to install them, Then you will have courage to vote as you pray. Not he who says, "Lord, Lord," ih always rewarded, And decked with a crown, that was made for the just, But he who the weak, and the needy, hath guarded. And brightened their lives, will be crowned with the blest. Then woe to the man. who, to save his own treasure. Will license another whose aims are not good. To deal out destruction and death, at his pleasure, And thus rob his victims of money and blood. Then do your whole duty to those who are falling, Too weak to resist it, O, tempt them no more, But strangle the serpent whose wiles are enthralling And slaying his victims by thou- sands galore. Close up the saloon, 'tis a nursery of evil, A school to make drunkards, where thousands have fell, A real kindergarten of crime for the devil. A hot bed preparing his victims for hell. O work, brothers, work, while your life lamp is burning, And use every efifort, the weak ones to save. Remove every snare, that to evil is turning. And never cease working this side of the grave. 50 POEMS AN ANSWER TO THE ASSER- TION THAT PROHIBITION DOES NOT PROHIBIT Does any law prohibit, every crime it would prevent, Does everyone obey the laws, to their fullest extent. If so this country soon would have a perfect government. And this land a heaven would ex- hibit. Laws to prohibit murder do not all murders prevent, We still have willful murders to an alarming extent, For some, regardless of all law, are upon murder bent, And laws do not fully crime pro- hibit. Laws to prohibit stealing do nor stop it, thieves are bold. We still have stealing, right and left, as people did of old, It is regardless of the laws, increas- ing manifold. And yet would you all the laws repeal, sir. If this fair land of freedom had nc laws to check the crimes. Its grief and woe would greater be than that of other climes. And we would have a hell on earth, instead of prosperous times, No power to protect the public weal, sir. Then would you license murderers and tell them all is well, If they will pay a licence fee, the city's fund to swell. Because you cannot stop it would you make this world a hell. Get blood money for a license fee, sir. Wise laws made to prohibit and sup press the liquor trade. Have proven as effectual as othe laws that's made. If not suppressed entirely, 'tis crip] pled and delayed, Which lessens the crimes withiil the city. The model town or city is not curset with a saloon, Built up by people who regard so briety a boon, Such towns are less afflicted with th(j bawdy and buffoon. Have less pauper families to pity. You'd better license stealing than sa- loons with liquor rife. Thieves only take your property, sa.; loons will take your life, Disgrace your orphan children anci impoverish your wife. And you fill a drunkard's grave fori ever. For when you license a saloon yoti license murder too, For men who drink at the saloon willj sooner crime pursue, It lowers their moral powers, it theii honor will undo. And stifle their every good eni- deavor. Not one redeeming feature of saloons have you to tell. For they defy all righteous laws, the Sabbath day as well. They blight the very atmosphere, and drag men down to hell. And that's why the people all shouldl shun them. Because laws do not stop it would The history of the saloon is strewn you license men to steal. Laws wise and just made in the past, such laws would you repeal. And license men to rob and steal. against the public weal. Because they will pay a license fee, sir. with blood and tears. With crime, rapine, and misery, for lo. these many years, They fill the jails and prisons, with their liquor and their beers. And surely degrade the men who run them. POEMS 51 THE SWEET KANKAKEE The author otviied a farm near the '■Cankakee river and zi'as so charmed vith the beautiful valley and its pros- pects and possibilities, that the follow- ng lines zvere the sequence. Tis sweet to reflect on the scenes of my childhood, As often fond memory brings them to view, rhe beautiful prairies, the grove with its wildwood, The creek in the valley, where wild flowers grew. rhe spring and the lawn, where 1 with my brothers So many times played with a rap- turous glee, The grove where I many tim.es met with another. Whose radiant smile still brings pleasure to me. Now other scenes greet me, quite lovely and charming, With beautiful groves wrapt in ver- dure so green, A valley extensive, a haven for farm- ing, A beautiful river, meandering is ■ seen. And on the green banks of that beau- tiful river, A beautiful city stands, charming to see. An island, the work of the bountiful giver. ' That river was christened the sweet Kankakee. That valley, the once paradise of the hunter. With tent, dog, and gun he would sally with glee, Is being transformed quite according to Gunter, ^ They're draining its lands, to the sweet Kankakee. That beautiful river, with rock for its pillow, Hath green mossy banks, that are fair to behold. And bright sparkling water, with scarcely a billow. So placid that fishes do sparkle like gold. And fishes and fishermen love that sweet river, A fisherman's haven 'tis destined to be. And fish of fine quality you will dis- cover, If ever you fish in the sweet Kan- kakee. That beautiful island hath charms beyond measure, By nature bestowed with a bounti- ful hand. No place can compare as an Eden of pleasure, With that lovely park, 'tis the best in the land. Momence on both banks of the stream is reclining. The island and river reposing be- tween, With beautiful buildings and streets all combining. Presents the beholder a beautiful scene. O, beautiful valley thy charms beyond measure Have fallen a mantle, that rests upon me, O, beautiful river, 'tis surely a pleas- ure. To dwell on the banks of the sweet Kankakee. WE ALL WEAR CLOAKS The author calls attention to the fact that the follozving lines do not apply in all cases, but it is a lamentable fact that there is more truth than poetry in them. There is another song extant that runs in the same lines, but with different words, but uses the same chorus. My friends come and list while I sing you a song, And tell you how people of late get along; I 52 POEMS 'Tis true I declare without any joke, The world of mankind, one and all, wear a cloak. Chorus: And we all wear cloaks, we all wear cloaks, To be in the fashion, we all wear cloaks. In the garden of Eden old Satan you see, Told Eve to partake of the fruit of the tree. He told her to eat and be wiser to- morrow. Then oflf went his cloak, and he left her in sorrow. O, there is the Preacher, your name he'll enroll. He tells you he'll preach for the good of your soul, To fill up his coffers if you should decline. Then off goes his cloak, and he soon will resign. O, there is the lawyer, and what careth he. To plead for his client, except for a fee, He'll talk, and he'll blarney, he'll gas, and he'll croak. When he's got all your money, then ofif goes his cloak. You call in the doctor, to cure your disease, He tells you that thing he can do with great ease, But if he should learn that you're poor, bye the bye, Then oflf goes his cloak, and he leaves you to die. O, there is the merchant, both sly and discreet, Extending his hand, like a friend you he'll greet. While driving a bargain cracks many a joke, But gets all your money and still wears his cloak. The ladies of late they will fix up their hair. And paint up their faces, to make them look fair, And flatter with tongues that are loose at each end. But it's only a cloak to ensnare the young men. The young men say they will not single remain. When trying young ladies' aflfection to gain. They woo, and caress and declare it no sin, But it's often a cloak to wrap young ladies in. The bland office seeker says, "How do you do, My dear sir, I really am glad to see , you," But if he's elected 'tis not as before. Then ofif goes his cloak and he knows you no more. While farmers are often both honest and true, Too honest to ever take more than their due. When selling their products, I frankly must state. That some wear a cloak, while they cheat you in weight. Now friends I will say, without any joke. Too many of late wear a very long cloak. And also I'll say, before closing my song, I wear a cloak myself, but it's not quite so long. FOR THE INDIAN GROVE REVIEW (Lines by the author for the Indian Grove Lyceum paper, while editor for the same.) Let all who wish our paper well. Contribute largely to it. Enabling it the news to tell, 'T will then be sure to do it. POEMS 53 Let each one wield the mighty pen, The current news to give us, Write very often if you can, 'T will very much relieve us. Deal kindly toward all alike. Lest some one should resent it, And you a tender chord should strike. And then oft times repent it. . When writing, proper subjects choose, And write your items quickly. That we may publish all the news, Let items come in thickly. Let no one swerve from duty's path. For all should pull together; Let nothing kindle up your wrath, Treat each one like a brother. Then peace and happiness will reign. And all will profit by it. Then friends come join, you've much to gain. Write down your names and try it. THE TIPPECANOE A beautiful river in Indiana. In bright golden autumn, at dawn of the morning, All nature was clothed in a mantle of dew, I hied me away to the country adorn- ing That beautiful river, — the Tippe- canoe. We heard it in song, and we read it in story. How sparkling that river, and lovely to view, I found her still clothed in the mantle of glory. That long ago fell on the Tippe- canoe. Her rich mossy banks are too high for o'erflowing. Her farms and her forests are fair to behold. Her clear sparkling water so gently is flowing, That fishes and pebbles do sparkTe like gold. Her towns and her cities all seem to be moving. And speeding along in prosperity's track. But foremost of all in the race of improving. Is the beautiful city, the fair Wina- mac. That city has dwellings, ilke mansions elysian. Macadamized streets, that are fair to behold; Her beautiful court house, a charm to the vision, A spring that has health giving treasures untold. She sits on the bank of the beautiful river, No city more comely, or fairer to view. Her seat was designed by the boun- tiful giver. And now she is queen of the Tippe- canoe. I've traveled the west to the coast, o'er the mountain, And sweet sunny South, I have traveled there, too. I've seen sparkling rivers that gushed from a fountain. But none had the charms of the Tippecanoe. Some go to the West, simply seek- ing for treasure. While many go south, failing health to renew. But I, for the blessings of profit and pleasure. Would dwell on the banks of the Tippecanoe. 54 POEMS MISSOURI Sung to the tune of "Marching Through Georgia." The great State of Missouri is lovely to behold, Her hills and fertile valleys yield a vast amount of gold, Her mines and fertile prairies yield- ing countless wealth untold; And that's why I'm going to Missouri. Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! Missouri's on the boom, Hurrah! Hurrah! High up she's bound to loom, For thousands, now, are going there, to settle while there's room; And that's what's the matter with Missouri.. The cruel war swept over her — de- vastated her farms. Retarded her development — bedimmed her many charms, And now she stands, inviting us to come, with open arms, And settle in the good old State Mis- souri. Her people are quite chivalrous, and courteous, and plain. Hospitable and sociable, to all in her domain, And when you view her landscape o'er you will go back again, And buy you a home in Old Missouri. Her rainfall for the past ten years has averaged thirty-eight. While Illinois was thirty-five, which is a lower rate And Iowa was thirty, which is less than either State ; And that's why I'm going to Mis- souri. Her mountains with their many charms are now a bounteous field, With climate mild, salubrious, for health a mighty shield. Their live stock, fruit and minerals|| make an enormous yield. Inviting her thousands to Missouri. Great fields of corn, and grass, and] fruit, on her fair bosom rest. Much coal and other minerals, con- cealed within her breast. For products taken as a whole, Mis- souri is the best; And that's wh}^ I'm going to Mis- souri. She stands the peer of many states, in unencumbered farms. Of Iowa and Illinois and Kansas with her storms, In live stock, grain, and grass, and fruit, she has so many charms, That thousands are buying in Mis- souri. At the World's Fair, Chicago, she stood bravely at the head. In numbers, and in quality, there all the states she led; More prizes won than any state, with her fine catchy spread, And caught many settlers for Mis- souri. Her prizes won at Omaha, were just and truly great. On agriculture and live stock, were more than any state. For her display at St. Louis, the anx- ious world now wait. Then, all want to visit Old Missouri. Dame Nature greatly favored her, and countless blesings sent. Diversified her products, to a wonder- ful extent. So she can live, within herself, and prosper in content, And be independent Old Missouri. The mighty Mississippi gently sweeps her eastern shore. The majestic Missouri through her fertile valleys pour, No state within the middle west, of cheap freight rates so sure, As now is the good Old State Mis- souri. POEMS 55 She has some famous cities thj.t for beauty do excel, As marts of trade are at the front, as her statistics tell. For business and pleasure, splendid homes in which to dwell, Are those lovely cities of Missouri. Her lands will all appreciate, and prices soon will b'lom, .^ nd level up with ^'^ne. .spates who lon^T have had a boom, \nd rea^^-h the hundred dollar mark, then all will wish for room. To settle in the croj-l old s'-ate Mis- souri. I've traveled over many states, their farming lands to test, And at current prices think Missouri land the best. If you want wealth and pleasure, and a social place to rest, Then settle in the good old state Missouri. ARKANSAS (Sung to the tune, "Tramp, Tramp, the Boys are Marching.") There's a grand southwestern state, that is looming up of late. And the Mississippi's waters kiss her shore; Her resources now are great, more than many other states, And her immigrants are coming more and more. Chorus: For prosperity's her cry, for her flag her sons would die. And her people brave and generous and true. Then her climate is so nice, that she has but little ice, And for agriculture none can her defy; defy; Fertile prairies that are nice, very, very low in price. That will pay enormous profits by and by. Crops are so diversified, she can cul- tivate with pride. Many fruits, and many kinds of grass, for hay; All cereals growing wide, corn and cotton side by side. She can raise most any crop and make it pa}^ As a live stock growing state, her Angora goats of late, Cattle, horses, mules and hogs, good profits pay; Ten months grazing is the rate, little feeding in the state, And a good home market for them any day. And her timber is so fine, walnut, hickory, oak, and pine. Many other kinds upon her vales and hills, If to lumber you incline, there the chance is superfine. And a splendid source of revenue for mills. Tramp, tramp, thousands now are marching, There to settle while there's room; On her fertile prairies wide, they can settle side by side. And be happy in their new Arkansas home. There are many reasons why, you should go at once and buy. Now there's splendid opportunity for you. And her present milling force, in its infancy of course. But a portion of her timber will consume; Leaving forests still in course, for a future milling force. And for future milling interests plenty room. She has coal a boundless field, in her bosom yet concealed, Cannel, anthracite, bituminous as well, 56 FORMS Other ores a countless yield, she's a glorious mining field, That will soon her wealth and popu- lation swell. For homeseekers now incline, to bej crowding into line, And are marching to Arkansas for a home. In her beautiful confines, she has ores of many kinds. Iron, zinc and lead, and carbonates as well, And her splendid railroad lines, will develop many mines ; Her own oil and gas the engines will propel. And her hills and mountains fair, with their mild and balmy air, Have commercial orchards, many that are fine, Her fine fruits and berries rare, extra prices always bear. And she soon will lead all states in grapes and wine. She has building stone that's great, splendid marble in the state, For a mansion when a fortune you have made. Which is possible of late if you settle in the state, And you understand the rudiments of trade. She has much wild game that's nice, you can get at your own price, If you are an old expert with trap and gun; And for fishing she'll suffice, she's a hunter's paradise, Where the profits will be large also the fun. And her famous health resorts are a most important part. And their healthful waters better far than gold, Will give vigor to your heart, and good health to you impart, And prevent you prematurely grow- ing old. O, Arkansas thou art fine, thy re- sources all combine, And predict for thee a glorious time to come; RIVERDALE I stopped in dear old Springfield one'\ pleasant, balmy day, And rode with S. E. Prather, to his farm, six miles away. The fine Short Horns I there beheld, will with my memory stay; They were the best that I have seen for many, many a day. 'Twas in the land of plenty, where the Indian in his pride; With bow and gun the forest roved, and in canoe did ride; Where Lincoln built his flat-boat, and the rolling waves defied, 'Tis now the white man's paradise, and 1 bounteous crops provide. | 'Twas in that land of plenty, by the lovely river side. Young Prather, in the glow of youth, came with his blooming bride, v,| And settled on a charming hill, above the fertile vale; With courage built his splendid farm, now known as Riverdale. ( The view from near the mansion is en- chanting to the eye; m A lovely vale, and then beyond, a forest mounting high. Is kissed by crystal waters of that clear ' i and sparkling stream ; i A landscape so alluring, that it haunts ] me like a dream. i That lovely vale was all bedecked with bounteous crops of corn ; The yield immense, with foliage the landscape to adorn. The scene would please a critic, and would cheer the most forlorn ; I've met no scene more lovely, since the day that I was born. I turned and viewed the highlana;-, and beheld a lovely scene POEMS 57 _0f verdant pastures, gently rolling, clothed in lovely green. Here roved the famous Short Horns, grand and noble, calm, serene; The choice of Scotland's breeding herds, no better to be seen. '\f: King of the herd at Riverdale, for color, blood and size, i*And quality, is grand, superb, a beauty, I a surprise ! \^The offspring rank among the best, for they are superfine, I And soon will be to Riverdale, a gold and silver mine. Could I call back the fleeting years ol ^, pleasure, joy and strife, And purchase lovely Riverdale, I'd settle there for life, ) In that fair land of plenty, and at Riv- erdale would dwell. And breed those famous Short Horns, whose worth we know so well. Oh, thou blest land of plenty, thou hast power to enchant ; Thy landscape so alluring, my memory they haunt. Thy verdant hills and valleys, and thy y sparkling crystal stream, Hath charmed my waking vision, and they haunt me when I dream. |. THE WIRELESS PIANO Sung to the tune of "Marching Through ' Georgia." Music lovers all rejoice, the youth, also the sage, ' Now we have an instument, the won- der of the age, '^ Wireless pianos will be always on the stage. k, Grand is the wireless piano. Chorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! herald the great success, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! proclaim it through the press. I. F. Gilmore, the inventor, came the world to bless, With his wireless piano. Wireless pianos are to man a precious boon, Charming with a lovely voice, will always stay in tune, When you hear the music you will buy one very soon. All want a wireless piano. Money saved for tuning is an item all will heed. Always will be ready when good music you will need, Costing little money, an important fact, indeed. All want a wireless piano. Old wire pianos are so often out of tune, Cost so much for tuning, you get tired of it soon. Wireless pianos ready morning, night and noon. All want a wireless piano. Ready and in perfect tune, with golden tones so neat, Lovely voice, enchantingly melliflu- ous and sweet. Charms the rhythm of the soul with melody complete. Such is the wireless piano. (The zvireless piano was invented by Ira F. Gilmore. For any information in regard to the same, address him at Blooming ton, III.) TO MISS SARAH C. BIRDSELL, MY FUTURE WIFE There is an ideal of my heart, Whose lovely face methinks I see. Is she content that we're apart. Or does she often think of me? Love seemed her banner to unfurl. When first my ideal I did see, She seemed with lightning's force to hurl, Young Cupid's darts direct at me. 58 POEMS Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd gladly to her bower soar, And softly whisper to my love, When she did least expect me there. I'd go at midnight's silent hour, When she was wrapped in Sleep's embrace. By aid of moonlight in her bower, I'd gaze upon her lovely face. And there I'd whisper words of love, Of love for her, that is divine, Inspired bj' angels from above, I'd ask my loved one to be mine. Since she has pierced me with the dart. In her kind words I will confide. If Cupid fairly plays his part. Old Time will give to me a bride. The above lines zveve iwitten to Miss Birdsell, his future ivife, in 1855, when the author zms at school at the Wes- leyan University, Bloomington, Illi- nois. TO MY FIRST WIFE, WHEN ABSENT FROM HOME Whene'er thou art in other lands. And other friends surround thee. When thou art grasping other hands. And other ties do bind thee. When other thoughts engage thy mind. And other friends caress thee, O, may thy spirit truly find. My heart is there to bless thee. Then would'st thou ever think of me, Thy true and constant lover, O, may sweet thoughts encompass thee, And cause thee to uncover. A love for me within thy heart, Sweet incense e'er disclosing. That never, never will depart. Eternally reposing. May happiness remain with thee, Thy heart receive a blessing, Thy confidence repose in me, 'Twill keep our hearts caressing. For loved one, thou wilt ever find. The love I have to give thee. Is true and constant, ever kind, And always will be with thee. .. MY DEAR LITTLE FAMILY ] I'll ne'er forget the day we met, 'twas in the mild September, L Her hair was dark, although not black,' as I quite well remember, \ She was so sweet, so blithe and gay,' she filled my heart's desire, I fell a victim to her charms, the kind ! that I admire. She charmed my life till sixty-four, she looked to be but thirty, She weighed about a hundred pounds, and I thought her a beauty. Her face and features smooth and fine, her eyes quite dark and jetty. Her tongue was fluently inclined, in conversation witty. \ Her body exquisitely formed and she was quite athletic. The thought that she too must grow old to me it was pathetic, ! Her shoe was less than number two, her glove the size to match it. *(' Whate'er she undertook to do, like lightning she dispatched it. , A natural artist from her birth, for she* with no designing. Could paint a picture perfectly, with, all its parts combining. To form a perfect masterpiece, with, light and shade so blended, \ That nature was exemplified, her work is really splendid. She was but thirteen when we met ' and Cupid would not tarry. For she was handsome, lovely, bright, at fifteen we did marry. Well has she done her part to keep the ship of finance floating. POEMS 59 And by her cheerful handiwork, every f, success promoting. But oh, the bitter change that came, death robbed me of my treasure, 'The days now seem like lonely years, my grief beyond all measure, My loved ones all have passed away and crossed the stormy river. To dwell in spheres of love and light, with joy and peace forever. If And oh, the joys that once were mine, I*' dear wife and children with me, I When trials came their love and care I soon blest me and relieved me Our children were of daughters two, '^ our sons were three in number, I They all were handsome, bright and iV- fair, as well we all remember. ^^With talent fine, and voices sweet, on I organ or piano, They played superbly and complete and Birdsell sang soprano, "\While Cora played the instrument and sang the air completely. Their Pa sang bass, and dear Estella sang the alto sweetly. > When Papa played the violin, one of ^ the three attended. And played a second part with him , with chords that sweetly blended. The sweet guitar with tones so neat, they all played when at leisure, Our lives were pleasant then and Y sweet And filled with joy and pleasure. Could I roll back the wheels of time with those sweet days of pleasure, 1 My ecstacy would be sublime, my joy beyond all measure, »But greater will my pleasure be, when I the spheres ascending, Shall with my loved ones ever be, midst pleasures never ending. Our little Ray and Georgie dear, from them 'twas sad to sever. While young and tender they were call- ed to dwell with Christ forever. And oh, the joy, it will be swcei, wnen we pass o'er to meet them, Our happiness will be complete when in the spheres we greet them. The above family history zuas written Aug. 25, 1906, four days after the death of my dear wife. THE LOVED ONES AT HOME "The Loved Ones at Home" was writ- ten in the depot at Quincy, III. While sick and lonely the author was wait- ing for the train to bear him to loved ones at home. There's nothing enshrined with such loving devotion, And cherished with joy in the heart as we roam, That thrills every heart with such tender emotion. As those near and dear ones, the loved ones at home. The exile from home, forced from loved ones to sever, His heart pierced with sorrow, midst strangers to roam, Would often give life, and its pros- pects forever, For one happy day with the loved ones at home. Chorus: O, home, blessed home, where my loved ones have blessed me, And soothed every sorrow, that fell to my lot. My heart thrilled with joy when they sweetly caressed me. Where love dwells is heaven, though home be a cot. When far, far from home, though in May or December, No kind friends to greet us and none to deplore. There's nothing on earth gives such joy to remember. As loved ones at home on our dear native shore, 60 POEMS When stern duty calls us on land or on ocean. And fate a long absence decrees as our doom, Fond love swells the bosom with tender emotion, The heart will remain with the loved ones at home. Those sweet, tender home ties can never be shaken, Though wander we far to a strange distant strand, In dreams we revisit the home to awaken And sigh for our loved ones and dear native land. Though decked with a crown, in a mansion of splendor, Away from our dear ones, to them cannot come. Bereft of their kindness, so loving and tender, We pine for the smiles of the loved ones at home. When life's work is done. Oh, may loved ones attend me, And angels of mercy repair to my room. And spirits of loved ones be there to commend me, O, there let me pass to the bright spirit home. Let patriots honor their hero and flourish With splendor a monument grand o'er his tomb. Let mine rest 'neath evergreen, long be it cherished. Bedewed with the tears of the loved ones at home. The author has composed music for the above lines and it is printed in sheet form for piano, a copy of which can be obtained of the author, J. F. Myers, for fifty cents by addressing him at 924 West Front Street, Bloomington, III. SINCE SHE WENT HOME Since she went home a sable pall hangs o'er the sun's brigh wave. The summer winds are singing mourni]_ ful requiems o'er her grave, The genial rays of summer's sun ob f scured and chill and drear, And every golden summer day seemt like a lonely year. «f Since she went home the robin's not i has touched a minor strain, % The old glad songs of happy day' now breathe a sad refrain, And cheering words of loving friend r now fail my heart to cheer, '| And laughter sobs with hidden pai?< so bitter to my ear. Since she went home her emptj rooms are lonely, drear an still, Are now as quiet as the grave tha her dear body fills. Untouched the pillow now remains that once her dear head pressed It seems my lonely heart will break has nowhere for its rest. Since she went home the long, lon^ days have crept away liki years. The sleepless nights bring little rest but many lonely tears. The sunlight has been dim witl doubts, its rays have failed U cheer, y The summer's landscape now appeap!! like meadows brown and searL Since she went home, wilt thou Oj God, my wayward foot-stepv guide, That I may follow duty's path ani;' safely stem the tide. And cross bold Jordan's stormy wave; and o'er them safely ride. To meet my loved ones, gone befort' and there with them abide. When I get home, within that land the haven of the blest, POEMS 61 lave met my loved ones over there, them sweetly have caressed, liy joys and bliss will be sublime, I with them will abide, iy heart will then have found its rest and will be satisfied. Vritten August 31, ten days after she ' went home. ALONE r \yritten one week after the decease of my dear little zmfe, ivho passed to spirit life, Aug. 21, 1906, my children i having all passed before. ■tlone, alone, left all alone, while life's dim light holds out to burn, iThose dear and loved ones of my own, can never in the flesh re- turn. My heart is filled with dark despair, ,. O, could I to some covert flee, where loving friends and balmy air would soothe my heart and com- fort me. A.lone, alone, yes all alone, to plod in sorrow to the grave, ^, was such sorrow ever known ) while sailing on life's stormy wave, O, dark despair, could I but see one 7 star of hope beyond thy gloorn, iTwould be a joyful sight to me, it ft soon this darkness would illume. pie called my loved ones, one by one, r to dwell within the spirit * spheres, While I must travel here alone with 4 none to cheer my lonely years, n" was pleasure sweet and joy su- 1^ preme encompassed me when r they were here, But now upon life's turbid stream, ' my life is lonely, sad and drear. And yet, though stricken sore in mind, there's yet a noble work to do, "Some helpless ones are left behind, that I must live for and be true. O, God, encompass me with peace and give me strength upon the way. O, let thy blessings now increase and lead me kindly day by day. Until my work is finished here, that thou hast made my daily care. Be with me through death's valley drear, to meet with loved ones over there, While sailing on the wings of time O, waft me to that shining shore, My ecstacy will be sublime, from loved ones there I'll part no more. But dwell in peace forevermore where love and bliss will reign supreme. I'll join those who passed on before and endless love will be our theme, And there we'll dwell in endless bliss, in those bright spheres thy love hast given. Where we our loved ones will caress and dwell in love and peace and heaven. MY DEAR MOTHER Written after the death of the author's mother, in A. D. 1857. The evening shadows are falling, 'Tis winter the whole of the year, The soughing winds plaintively call- To memory sweet mother dear. The old songs no more teem with gladness. Are laden with sorrow and^ pam. The birds seem to warble with sad- ness, I sigh to meet mother again. Her room once so pleasant and cheer- ful, Now still, that her presence once blessed. Beholding her pillow I'm tearful, The pillow her dear head once pressed. 62 POEMS Since she from our home hath de- parted, The days seem like sorrowful years, I linger at home broken-hearted, The sunlight is dim through my tears. O mother, I gladly will meet thee, Where sorrowing souls will find rest, And there I will joyfully greet thee, Forever to dwell with the blest. O God, willst thou ever be with me. My faltering footsteps to guide. Thy blessing and strength ever give me, To safely cross bold Jordan's tide. IN MEMORY OF MRS. CORA B. SPENCE Eldest daughter of the author, who died at the age of thirty-two, leaving a husband and three little boys. Writ- ten by her father, J. F. Myers, the next day after her interment. Our loved one has gone, whom so fondly we cherished. The jewel most prized, in our cas- ket of love. Her gentle form bloomed, like the roses, then perished. Her spirit awaits us, in mansions above. Thy love like a vine, with its tendq enfolding. Encircled thy friends, in one de family tree. Its fruit laden branches, so nobly uj holding, Will still shed sweet fragrance a^ e'er with us be. O, oft have we gazed on thy ik ever beaming With love, and beheld in thy brig* beaming eye, An angel of light in its radiant gleai ing, An angel of mercy and love from ( high. Dear one may the charm of thy swe Christian graces, E'er prove a safe guide to our o erring feet. And point us to Christ, and the brig': loving faces. Of friends gone before us the Savior to meet. -t IN MEMORY OF MISS ESTELLE MYERS Youngest daughter of the author, wl passed to spirit life at the age of se-i enteen years. The flower was plucked, when at rich- est full blooming. While shedding rich fragrance on all whom it fell, O, ne'er was a flower more sweet and perfuming, And oft did it charm with a sweet magic spell. Estelle, thou loved one, though lo] to our vision, Thy beautiful form in our memoi| is bright, By faith we behold thee, in mansiorj elysian With glorified spirits, in mansions cj light. O Cora, from thee, O how sad 'tis to sever, And lay thy sweet form in the cold silent tomb. While yet we well know, that be- yond that dark river, Thy beautiful form will more loving- ly bloom. We ne'er can forget thy sweet innoceij childhood, I When thou and dear Cora did;1 play by the stream, And gather sweet flowers that grev by the wildwood. And now both are gone, O it seemj like a dream. POEMS 63 hy cheeks had the blush of the ' sweet blooming roses, And sparkled thine eye, like the ' bright morning dew, hy lips had the tint of the fresh budding posies, 'hy colntenance beamed with a love * that was true. fe oft think of thee and dear Cora when singing, ^It seems thy loved voices we hear from afar, ^hy soft trilling notes in our mem- ory ringing, And blending so sweetly with chords of guitar. 1 dear one, O loved one, O how we have missed thee, ■i Thy sweet soothing voice and thy _ bright smiling face, And fully we trust that the Savior ' hath blessed thee, A And taken thee home, through his : rich loving grace. Stella, our darling, we gladly would !.--» meet thee. In dreams oft we visit that bright shining shore, A.nd when we are called, we will joy- ' fully greet thee, To dwell with our loved ones and 1 Christ evermore. LINES FROM MRS. CORA B. SPENCE 'in spirit life, oldest daughter of the au- i thor. Through the trance medium, I Mrs. Bonney. io, I am so happy, dear ones, tonight, 'In bringing to you this message of '^ light. Although dear friends you thought J, me dead, Yet I am full of life instead. My darling boys, I will watch over them, 'And be to them all that a mother can, As in their physical forms they grow. Try to teach thein these truths to know. And by and by, 'twill not be long. Till we meet here and join in the song, Be happy in our spirit home. Rejoice when that glad time shall come. CORA B. SPENCE The fact of receiving messages from the spirits of the two daughters, Cora and Estella, in rhyme, was a revelation to their friends on earth, as they had never practised that 'style of zvriting in earth life, it evidently proves that they had inherited the talent, and that we take with us to the spirit world ottr nat- ural possibilities and talents and can de- velop them even in spirit life, as Mrs. Bonney, the medium, zvas a stranger to us and knew nothing of our family; Cora left three little hoys zvhom she lov- ingly mentions in her message. LINES RECEIVED FROM ESTELLA E. MYERS JVho zvas in spirit life, through the trance medium, Mrs. Bonney. We come, dear friends, from spirit shore. To mingle with you as of yore, I have waited long for this glad night, My soul is full of love and light. And Cora comes here with me too. And brings you love, so rich and true. She brings her love to all dear ones. And wishes you to know she comes. We are both engaged in beautiful work, We meet poor souls who pass from earth. Weary and tired and ignorant too, We meet and teach them what is true. Young girls are our especial care. Many ne'er heard the voice oi prayer, Neglected, sick, weary of life, Many pass from earth through strife. 64 POEMS We have music, flowers, a lovely abode, Where we take these weary ones on toward God, We gather them in with words of love, 'Ti,s sweet to see how they improve, Dear friends, I now bid you adieu, But I shall often visit you, Together sit, which is the door. Through which we come, from the other shore. Though some in spirit, some on earth. Together we'll gain the second birth. We'll over you watch, from the other shore, Till we are a family united once more. ESTELLA E. MYERS A MEMORIAL TO BIRDSELL F. MYERS Oldest son of the author, who passed to spirit life April 11, 1902, aged 43 years, being killed suddenly on the Illinois Central Railroad. My darling son. thou first born unto me, Thou art unto my memory ever dear. Though five and fortj^ years have passed away, Since thy dear form was placed within my care. And oft when memory's pages view- ing o'er, I see thy little form upon my knee, O, how our hearts thy cruel fate de- plore, And wish thou hadst been left to comfort me. How often I live o'er thy childhood days, When safe at home, I weary worn would land. My darling Birt with pleasant winning ways. Was first to greet and take me by the hand. When in thy childhood thou wast alert. Also to labor thou didst kinci yield. In games of childhood thou wast expert; In manhood none could lead th- in the field. When in the field of letters thl didst soar, I It was a good one who could tl surpass. When thou didst view thy lessf freely o'er, Thou stood among the foremost thy class. Thy soul was full of music, swe sublime, Thy tones upon piano, rich a»' sweet. With lovely chords so perfect wf the time; With violin, 'twas melody complex When young my mind and heart wei] set on thee, The idol of my dreams, for futu years. But cruel fate decreed it not to tf And thy untimely death left us tears. Thy generous heart was full of lo-i and fire. Thy love for friends was ever trr and strong. To err was not thy honest heart' desire. But love to join in music and song. Dame Nature favored thee with fori complete. With wit, and humor, thou wa well supplied. That won the hearts of those whoi thou didst meet. And many friends deplore thee f; and wide. POEMS 65 ?ince thou hast crossed the valley and art free. Thy spirit friends so loving and benign, ^ill lovingly instruct and care for thee; . And lead thee in the paths of the divine. Where thy untrammeled spirit will ascend, ' Will purer, brighter grow till thou ^ art free, A'^here love and peace and joy will never end, And Christ, the Lord, with joy will welcome thee. f MEMORIAL TO GEORGE L. MYERS Second son of J. F. and Sarah C. Myers, who passed to spirit life at the age of one year and six months. O, Georgie dear, thy lovely form, Was like the morning flower. That breaks beneath the blighting 1^ storm. And withers in an hour. Thy lovely spirit dwells above, In spheres celestial bright, with Christ, whose great redeeming love, ■ For us a beacon light. Thy form was perfect, features true, Thine eyes so dark and bright. Thy brilliant curls, a golden hue, And glistened in the light. Thy skin exceeding lilies fair, Face beautiful and true, ^ith countenance beyond compare, ' Bright as the morning dew. We worshipped thy dear little form. Our baby boy so bright, So often cuddled in my arms. When I came home at night. O, how we miss our little elf, Our baby boy so fair. Since God has called thee to himself, To lead us over there. O, loved one, it is joy complete. When e'er thou dost impart, To us a loving message sweet, To cheer our lonely hearts. By faith we see thy lovely form, Mid peace and joy and rest. Surrounded by celestial charms, In mansions with the blest. When we pass to that golden strand, On that bright shining shore, We'll join thee in that happy land, To dwell forevermore. And there with that celestial band, That bright celestial throng, Make music sweet with harps in hand, And endless praise prolong. And shout Hosannah to the king. Whose life for man was given. That he might full salvation bring, And lead our souls to heaven. A MEMORIAL TO JOHN RAY MYERS Third and youngest son of the author, J. F. Myers, who passed to spirit life at the tender age of three years. O, darling Ray, so lovely and so bright, With eyes so blue, so radiant with light. When thou thy loving parents didst caress. Thy lovely charms our own fond hearts did bless, Thy bright eyes every little thing must see, When thy sweet little form sat on my knee. So Jiappy and so full of mirth and glee, When papa sang his little songs to thee. 66 POEMS Thy dainty little hands, and little feet, So nimble and so delicate and sweet, When wide awake could scarcely quiet keep, Until so tired thou didst fall asleep. O, dearest one, our darling blue eyed boy, Thou wast our pride, our life and light and joy, O, why were we so ruthlessly bereft, O, why our lonely bosom empty left? And thou our greatest joy and heart's delight, Called higher up, to spheres with angels bright. Where sylvan zephyrs stir the balmy air, Perfumed with roses sweet and flowers fair. Where angels fan the air with snowy wing. And bask in vernal breezes of the spring, And fountains with their sparkling water bright, Reflect the trees in mellow golden light. Where trees are ever green as vernal spring, And birds of gorgeous colors on the wing, While many more will perch and sit and sing, And cause the air with melody to ring. Where Christ, the orb of one eternal day, With countenance so bright illumes the way, Whose cheering words and wondrous power benign. Fills everyone with joy and love divine. Our own dear little darling blue eyed boy, 'Tis sweet that thou canst leave thy courts of joy. And linger with us here upon mj knee. Where thou so joyous used to love to be. Methinks I in the evening often hear! The patter of thy little footsteps 5 And often feel that thou surely must be, Reclining on my arm, upon my knee And then I feel thy tender sweet caress. Which thou didst often give my heart to bless, And oft I feel thy sweet and loving kiss. Which fills my heart with ecstacy and bliss. O, may thou with thy spirit's lovely^ charm. Still come to me with pure affection warm. And keep my lonely heart filled withl thy love, Until we meet in heavenly courts! above. A SCHOOL ESSAY FOR BIRNEY SPENCE . Dear friends my name is Birney Spence, with dearest friends I dwell, My aunt and uncle send me here to learn my lesson well. They want to make a man of me, an honor to the name, Anr I must every eflfort use, to rise"' to heights of fame. Some wicked boys loaf on the road,| and ramble all around, I do not wish to do like them, at school they should be found, For wicked boys who loaf and sweai j and run off to the wood, Will never learn their lesson well, or come to any good. I want to be a good boy, too, while I am in my youth, POEMS 67 And treat all friends and schoolmates well, and always tell the truth, Then everyone will be my friend, rhy enemies be few, My friends will greet me with a smile and they will love me, too. As I grow to a larger boy, if it is in my power, i. will not be a lazy boy, but busy every hour, I want to be a wise boy too, and be nobody's fool, |Q?hen I must learn my lessons well, when I attend the school. When I start business for myself , I constantly will strive. By every honest means I can, finan- cially to thrive, 'The comforts, and luxury of life, used , carefully, I crave, Not, what I make will make me rich, but dollars that I save. As I grow up to be a man I'll set my standard high, And study well and work to reach ' that standard by and by, 'T will then be nice, if friends pro- claim, with one united voice, We want young Spence for Gover- ^ nor, he is the people's choice. The above can be used for any boy by changing the name. 'A SCHOOL ESSAY FOR CARLE * SPENCE Dear friends I am a rustic lad, my name is Carly Spence, Dear aunt and uncle care for me, ^ their kindness is immense. An education I desire, to friends I ^ will be true, \ Then the^ will all be kind to me, and help me to get through. My lessons I will study well, my classmates to surpass, That I may stand, when school is out, at the head of my class. Then I will soon promoted be, and will my time employ. So I will gain my teachers love, and give my friends much joy. Although I'm young and yet am small, and am not blessed with wealth, If I do really know myself, and still retain my health, I will not idle time away, of this please rest assured, I'll make a mark you will approve, I will upon my word. As I grow older don't you see, good books I will procure. And all the time I'm not at work their pages will explore, I'll try to live the golden rule, be hon- est as a sage, Make all the money that I can and save it for old age. I want to make a worthy man, whom people will admire. To be a good and useful man I have a great desire. Then it will be so very nice if people, one and all. Choose me to represent them in the legislative hall. The above can be used for any boy by arranging the name to fit the measure. A SCHOOLBOY ESSAY FOR GEORGIE MYERS Dear friends, George Myers is my name, like many other boys I live right here in Fairbury, and State of Illinois. My mother calls me Georgie yet, just as she always did, While folks who do not know me call me a Fairbury kid. I am not large as all can see, but I am large enough. Though I should never large be, I'm made of real good stuff. 68 POEMS I will excell in pluck and vim, if I do not in weight, And I will get up to the top, with big ones of the state. As I grow older, don't you see, my time I will improve, I will not idle time away, be always on the move, I'll try to live the golden rule, as duty will require. Then I will live to be a man, whom people will admire. I am an orphan as you know, and nothing else can do, But go to work with all my power and paddle my own canoe, I have resolved to forge my way to fortune and success, And trust my friends will stand by me, and God my efforts blass. I want to be a useful man, and by my acts proclaim, That I am worthy of my friends, who own and bear my name. And by good works and energy as- cend the mount of fame. By honest life, and noble deeds, im- mortalize my name. Above lines can be used by any boy by changing name to suit the measure. SCHOOL ESSAY FOR JOHNNY MYERS My name is Johnny Myers, and in Fairbury I dwell. My mother sends me here to school to learn my lessons well, She wants to make a man of me, an honor to the name, I must not idle time away, but try to do the same. Some wicked boys loaf on the street, and ramble o'er the town, I do not wish to do like them, at school they should be found. Such wicked boys who loaf and swear and run ofif to the wood, Will never learn their lessons wellj nor come to any good. As I grow up— a larger boy, if it is in my power, ^ I will not be a lazy boy, but busy, every hour, I want to be a wise boy, and live the golden rule. Then I must always study well when I am at the school. I want to be a good boy, too, whileJ I am in my youth, And treat my friends and schoolmates) well, and always tell the truth. Then everyone will be my friend, my enemies be few. My friends will meet me with a smile, and they will love me, too. i And then it will be very nice, if peo-i pie will consent. When I grow up to be a man, to make me president. Sure, if they will, I'll be so good, that it will be my lot. To live to serve my four years out, and never get a shot. The above can be used by any boy by\ changing the name. SCHOOL ESSAY FOR J. MEURL SPENCE J. Meurl Spence, sir, is my name, to the world I now proclaim, I would gladly rise by efforts of my own, " Rise to fortune and to fame, many men have done the same. To success and fame unaided and alone. Chorus: Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, I will keep -^ moving to success, I'm bound to climb. For the man who courts delay he will never win the day, 'Tis the man who meets engagement* right on time. POEMS 69 I And as I am young today, I will by my interests stay, And improve each precious hour as I go, ..Every hour whiled away will no fu- ture profits pay, And a wasted life brings misery and woe. H When to school I'm kindly sent, I will try to be content. Study lessons well, and fool no •» time away. On good schooling I am bent, and my efforts will be lent, For a thorough education, it will ^ pay, All my lessons I will heed, and my class I'll try to lead, ' On the ship of fame and fortune, I will sail; This shall be my living creed, truth and honesty indeed. Energy, and pluck, and honor, never fail. And whene'er I go to work, I my duty will not shirk. But be faithful as the sun who rules the day; For 'tis only those who shirk, or the vain dishonest clerk. Who are forced to look for places far away. In the race for fame and pelf, God helps him who helps himself. And the race of life is won by thought and deed, Then if I must help myself, I'll not linger on the shelf. But to sure success will hasten on with speed. The amount of wealth we have is the net amount we save, Not the gross amount that comes withirt our door. Then no matter what I crave, I will wait until I have. An accumulated surplus in my store. From bad fellows I'll refrain from their company abstain. For bad company good morals will corrupt. If it's pleasure I would gain, a good book will entertain. And influence me good habits to adopt. When to manhood I have grown, and good character have shown, And by education worthy of a place, Many friends my worth will own, and success my efforts crown, And for place and honor I will win the race. On my honor I will stand, my influ- ence will expand, I will square my thoughts and ac- tions with the same. Then respect I will command and will be in good demand, And successfully a^^cend the mount of fame. The above lines can he sung to the tune of "Tramp, Tramp, the Boys are Marching," and used by any boy, by arranging the name to suit the meas- ure. MY OWN DEAR SWEET HOME The following lines can be sung to the tune of the "The Loved Ones at Home," composed by the author. Though palaces royal, and pleasures surround us, And kings bestow homage at court as we roam. And welcome us cordially, no tie doth bind us. Like those long enshrined in the heart for the home. Its peace and contentment my heart fills with pleasure. And charms with a halo that else- where I miss. Which oft thrills my bosom with joy beyond measure, A home filled with love is a haven of bliss. 70 POEMS Chorus: O Home, blessed home, I can never forget thee, Thy charms are most dear to my heart as I roam; Sweet thoughts of thy pleasures en- thrall and beset me, And hasten my steps to my own dear sweet home. Though rustic our dwellings with humble surroundings, Our home be a cottage, and scant be the room, If filled with true love, peace and virtue abounding, 'Tis heaven on earth in that dear humble home. An exile from home though surround- ed with splendor. His longing for home other thoughts will eclipse, While calling for home and friends loving and tender. He dies, with the half spoken words on his lips. No one e'er awakened to life's full fruition. Who lived a life homeless, like the rolling stone, Their heart ne'er was filled by that peaceful condition. That sweetens this life in a home of our own Sweet memories dear, of the home of my childhood, I sacredly cherish and love as I roam. Sweet fragrance of woodbine and flowering wildwood; And prayers of the loved ones still hallow the home. When often we think of the beau- ties of nature, A lesson we learn from the ant and the bee. That God hath provided for each living creature. The means for a home, but they all do not see. But man, ruthless man, prone to travel and wander, And oft among strangers continue to roam, * His friends' hopes to blast and his treasure to squander. And often, too often, no place to call home. We see men with talent and fine education. Who drink, yet still hope that a cottage will come; But down, down they sink, clear be- low former station. Have never, no never, a place to call home. We see men who labor and thought- lessly wonder. And hope for a time when a dear home will come. Forgetting the fact while their earn- ings they squander, That only who save will be blessed with a home. Go ask the young sailor when cross- ing the ocean. And riding the storm beaten waves as they foam. What place hath most charms o'er his love and emotion. He gladly responds '"Tis my dear old, sweet home," Look up, thou unfortunate, poor and forsaken. If pure, true, and honest, what- ever will come. Thy soul in a far better world will awaken, And there will be heir to a glorious '. home. TO ENOCH A. GASTMAN The foUozving lines zvere zvriffen in 1905 after hearing of the marriage of the Hon. E. A. Gastman, zvho has been Superintendent of schools at Decatur, III., or county superintendent during his zvhole useful life, and an old friend of the zvriter. The scenes and pleasures of my youth are in my memory green. The Wesleyan with many youths, al- ways a pleasant scene, POEMS 71 In '56 when in her youth, she many did install, Professor Sears was president, with teachers for us all; Professor Northrup, principal, and others quite as good, For primaries to languages, those faithful teachers stood. Where A. E. Stevenson, then young, in knowledge fast did grow. With James S. Ewing in his class, just fifty years ago. And there was Dave and Jesse Smith, preparing soon to bloom, Jone Lawrence, and his brother Tol, were then upon the boom, And Little Duncan Wallace, too, the midget of the school. While Enoch Gastman, always square, kindly obeyed the rules. And there was George P. Davis, too, a nice and quiet boy, Who kept his studies well in hand which gave the teaqhers joy. The Flaggs and Holmeses also there who were not very slow, Dan Holder, yes, and many more, just fifty years ago. But now, dear friends, we're growing old, no longer in our prime. The fleeting years pass swiftly by upon the wings of time. With hoary locks, and vision dim, still as we older grow. We're happy when we meet those friends of fifty years ago. Many lie under mounds of green, their spirits are at rest. While many seeking after wealth have moved on farther west, And very few yet here remain who then we used to know; O, how we miss those dear old friends of fifty years ago. Yes, I rejoice to know dear friend that thou dost still possess Much of thy youthful vigor, yet thy efforts here to bless. That Cupid drew his little bow, so well he played the part. That thou a wounded victim fell, he pierced thy lonely heart. Although the wound was quite severe, and in thy heart concealed. Thy friends feel sure the danger's past, the wound entirely healed. For thou hast a physician fair, whose skill and charms we know Hath made thy heart as young as 'twas, just fifty years ago. O, may she be like roses fair, her love as pure as they. Her heart and hand be ever kind and bless thee day by day. And fill thy life with joy and bliss, like music of the spheres, And be a guardian angel wife, through thy declining years. O, may Apollo crown thee both, with wreath of love select, What Cupid planted with great care, let Hymen well protect. And when the storms of life are o'er and we are called to go, We'll meet those dear old friends we loved, just fifty years ago. WHERE ARE THE FRIENDS OF MY CHILDHOOD Where, O where are the friends of my childhood. Who often came romping to play on the lawn. And then sally forth for a stroll through the wildwood, O. where are they now, are they gone, all gone? When Jack Fro~t was king o'er the fields and the meadows. At even we hied to the ice on the pond, Our skates quickly donned, by the moonlight, 'tween shadows. Then swift as an arrow made round after round. 72 POEMS In summer we hied to the Kickapoo, flowing Where cool shady pools were en- ticing and clear, And groves full of music of turtle doves cooing, Or thrushes' sweet warbles, and meadow lark's whir. The fish were quite small, except sometimes a rover. Of uncommon size, came pros- pecting along. And we were as happy as bees in sweet clover, When we caught the big ones, of that finny throng. Ah, that was nice bathing, in warm sultry weather, So cool and refreshing to body and mind. When swimming and diving we vied with each other. None of us were anxious to be left behind. When school was the order we boys were in clover. The noon hour was spent in pro- pelling the ball. When seeming success o'er our efforts would hover, A miss, and the rival in sport had the call. The friends of my childhood, and scenes so endearing, In mind they still haunt me, my thoughts they enchain. Their jolly young faces, and smiles so alluring. Rise up like a phantom, and with me remain. And oft in the progress of sweet sleep and dreaming, A vision of youth on my mind is impressed. Collected around me, those youths are in seeming. Are they now in spirit, their bodies at rest! Hath breezes of time, with their strong ceaseless motion. Relentlessly drifted them helplessly on. Their barques rolling high, on life's boisterous ocean, Their rudders all broken, and are they all gone. "Where are they"? the whippoorwillj asks, full of sorrow. The turtle dove says, "Beyond life's stormy main." The nightingale's song, says "Tomor row, tomorrow," In bright spheres elysian we'll meet^ them again." { LINES TO MILTON THOMPSON AND WIFE Written at tlieir zvedding. Let happiness crown the young pair With wreaths of joy rare and select, What Cupid hath planted with care. May the Hymeneal bonds well pro- tect. May each have a friend when in need, And their honeymoon last during life. May she have a husband indeed. And he have a true loving wife. ^ May they sail on the ocean of love,'' Have no breakers, nor storms, to ' annoy. May their little bark peacefully move, And their lives be continuous joy. May they write upon life's snowy page. Truth, virtue, contentment and love, , That their sky may be clear when in ' age, And prepare them for mansions above. 'TIS SWEET TO KNOW THEY CARE I would not wish to live a day, Or any one to see, Would wish no longer here to stay, If no one cared for me. POEMS 73 rhe sweetest pleasure, greatest bliss, That God to man hath given. Is knowing many care for us. On earth, also in heaven. It soothes the sorrows of the heart, When friends our burdens share. It thrills with joy through every part, To know they for us care. Each act and word brings its reward, Of envy, hate or love. Let us be always on our guard, In word and actions prove, That we have love and sympathy. And have a heart to share. The troubles of our fellow men. And do for others care. Then we will have the knowledge sweet, That they our troubles share. And gladly greet us when we meet, , And really for us care. THE PIONEER To J. F. Myers by Edwin O. Ropp I The following lines zvere received by the author from his young poetical friend, Edzvin O. Ropp, in response to verses received by him from the author. rHis latch string band hangs always out, I Replete with generous cheer. We welcome with a jovial shout, ) The genial pioneer. Sling to the winds formality. With rigid rule and chart, So long as hospitality, Still blazes in the heart. It was the bold frontiersman's toil. The early settler's worth, 'That rendered Illinois soil. The richest land on earth. 'Mong deeds of heroes brave and wise. Who labored long and bled. Behold the settler's sacrifice, Wove in with every thread. Floats freedom's banner everywhere. While every honest art, Yields reverence to silver hair, Loves every honest heart. We serenade with rhyming lay, And answering bugle blast, A singer of the present day, A musician of the past. Immortal work is never done. In glorious brotherhood. We greet the bard of Bloomington, Who toils for human good. The robin trills an ode to spring, Lo, softly coos the dove. Let genial poets ever sing, Long lingering songs of love. The poet's aspiration soars. Swiftly on aerial wings, To him the tender heavenly loves, Are sweet congenial things. Is man immortally designed, To live, enjoy and do? The thought is pleasing to the mind, 'Tis sweet to deem it true. 'Tis sweet to dream that heaven is fair. Fairer than e'er divined, That angels all are poets there, And every heart is kind. TO MY OLD FRIEND D. R. POTTER After his second marriage, ivho now resides at Harper, Kansas, was a far- mer near Fairbury, III., at the time the Fairbury Agricultural Society was organized and resided there until in the 80'.? and served zvith the_ author for years on the board of Fair direc- tors and Highway Commissioners. Dear friend. I never can forget, but often think and feel. 74 POEMS A tender love for comrades who worked for the public weal, Of thee I often think, dear Dan, for thou our work did share As a highway commissioner — director of the fair. Then we were young, and in our prime, ambitious, full of life, And had the nerve to push our plans, no matter what the strife. And always kept our armor bright, no matter when the fight. With full resolve to win the day, and battle for the right. When Virgin was the president, di- rectors, you and I, With many good ones on the board, the fair was flying high, And still she soars, with pinions wide, with satisfactory yield. She floats triumphantly on top, and foremost in the field, When mild September came, dear Dan, with thousands to the fair. We always found thee prompt on time, thy fine stock also there. When in the ring, awards were made by judges good and true. Thy ribbons, Dan, were numerous, and often of the blue. When on the highway board, dear Dan, 'twas splendid work was done. Then Ed. Mahoney with us worked, as faithful as the sun. Our monuments are on the roads, for ages will remain. And generations yet to come, will realize the gain; For culverts there we made of stone, with arches covered o'er. And bridge abutments of the same, we made a score or more; And grubbed the stumps from forest roads, then ditched and graded low. Macadamized with stone a few, 'twas twenty years ago. But now we're growing old, dear Dan, and many changes come. Like thee, some have gone farthej west, some to their spirit homJ On many hills 'neath granite gra]' where silent graves are seen,'! Our dear old friends and loved one lie, 'neath mounds of mossi green; While viewing memory's pages o'ei I wipe away the tear. When counting up the absent lisi; who to my heart were dear, The sable shades of sorrow rise, obi cure my pleasure so, I sigh and long to see my friends, a twenty years ago. Yet I rejoice to know, dear Dan, tha^ thou dost yet retain, Thy youth and nerve and strength ss well, that they with thee re main, That Cupid did not pass thee by, bu! slyly with his dart. Was ready at the proper time tc| pierce thy lonely heart; We have the news, that to his dan thou hast a victim fell, And from the latest bulletin, thai thou art doing well. That thou hast a physician fair, witt skill, who has no fears, But hopes to pull thee through, deal Dan, and keep thee many years O, may she be like lilies fair, hei heart as pure as they, And prove to be God's messenger to^ bless thee day by day. And fill thy life with gladness, Dany like music of the spheres, And be thy guardian angel, DanJ through thy declining years. May fair Apollo crown thy brow, with wreaths of joy select. What Cupid planted there with care. let Hymen well protect. Mayst thou write on life's fair page, truth, charity and love. And thus prepare a blissful home, in mansions bright above. POEMS 75 O MR. AND MRS. ALVIN REIK The folloTuing lives zvere ivritten to Mr. and Mrs. Alvin Reik, who have charge of the 9&Q-acre farm of the *^ author near Green Ridge, Mo., after the death of their beautiful little son. Veep not dear friends, O, weep no more, For he now dwelleth with the blest, ^nd God hath called him on before, To lead thee to that land of rest, Then cheer thee up, and dry thy tears, For still he lives, his spirit free, Fo visit thee in coming years, Thy guardian spirit soon may be. For he was only given to thee, To win thy hearts forevermore, \nd taken while yet pure and free, To draw thee to that blissful shore. \lthough his body is at rest. His spirit in the spheres is free. He comes his parents to caress. And often lingereth on thy knee. 3e lingereth with thee on thy bed, And hovereth near thee day by day, iiis little form thou canst not see. When he would wipe thy tears away. rhen weep no more, but dry thy tears. Thy loved one will to thee be given; kVhen thou art done with earthly cares, Thou'lt meet him in a blissful heaven. TO MR. EDWIN O. ROPP With cordial compliments of John F. Myers The poems: To Ediviu O. Ropp, The Bard of the Evergreen City, zvere written by the author after having received from the brilliant young author, Edwin O. Ropp, Ids beautiful volume of poems, entitled. Life. Thrice hail, brother bard, of the Evergreen City, With heart full of love let me thank thee. I find Thy dainty white booklet so charm- ing and witty. Is brim full of exquisite gems for the mind. Its dress is as pure as the snow drops from heaven, Its rhythm the work of a masterful mind. The thoughts are as pure as could angels have given, Perusing it exquisite pleasure I find. Thy pen has a charm from the muses alluring. Imparting a charm to thy songs from above. The spirits of bards, with their love still enduring. Hath made thy heart beat to the chords of their love. Then press on, dear brother with earnest endeavor. On life's scroll of fame let thy name ever shine, The muses will train with thy spirit forever. And lead thee to mansions where bards are divine. The man who succeeds, starts right, and stays by it. And hangs to the willows with body and soul, If forces oppose, he'll press on and defy it, By unswerving will he soon reaches the goal. And when in those bright spheres elysian, we meet them. Those guardian angels of song of the spheres. Our souls will o'erflow with swc-'.-t music and greet them, And joy be our portion, through eternal years. 76 POEMS TO THE BARD OF THE EVER- GREEN CITY, MR. EDWIN O. ROPP Hail thou with pen so keen, Bard of the Evergreen, To thee I sing. Thy work is superfine, 'Tis full of love divine, Thy heart is tuned with mine, 'T will blessings bring. Hail! to thy nimble quill, May it be never still. Let it impart Rich gems of purest thought. Gems that cannot be bought, That art with blessings fraught. To reach the heart. Long be thy years to live. For thou hast much to give. From muses sweet; Then let thy soul inspire. With true poetic fire, Send forth thy heart's desire, The world to greet. SUCH IS LIFE Written in June, 1906, before the wife and mother passed to Spirit life. In dear old McLean, where the soft winds blow. The zephyrs perfumed kiss you all aglow. The fields in their splendor, stand side by side. And yoemen there in contentment abide. Where meadow lark floats on its airy wing. Glad notes of the robin are heard in the spring. The turtle dove's coo in the grove is heard, And blithsome the notes of the mock- ing bird. 'Twas in thirty-five first my childhood hours. Were spent mid vines, and birds, ar flowers, t Where the tall oaks waved in tl' breezes fair. And the maples and lindens wei lovely there. ' We ne'er can forget the last look that w*j gave thee, "] For peace, love and innocence, ana, loving grace, i Impressed on thy countenance, destined] to save thee, Effulgently beamed from thy sweet, loving face. Dear one, may the charm thou hast give'* thy story, To Us be a guide over life's troubled! sea. And light up the way, to a bright crown of glory, A haven of safety with Jesus and thee. POEMS 79 TO THE MEMORY OF WILLIAM * ^ CRUIKSHANK. y William Cruikshank was brother-in-law / to the author, zvas suddenly killed by a pair of mules and zvas an exemplary That we may pass safely o'er life's boisterous ocean, And meet thee, with loved ones, in mansions above. ■ Dear brother, since thou art gone sadly y ^ we miss thee. Deep sorrow o'ershadows the hearts thou didst love, ViThy loved ones at home, who so fondly Vi caressed thee, !/'"'' Are lonely, and long for to meet thee above. I Thy sad cruel fate, it hast sorely bereft And cast sable shades o'er the heavens once bright, '•'-'Dark clouds seem to gather, no sunlight is left us, And noonday seems veiled with the curtains of night. Yet, when, for a moment, we pause in our sorrow. And think of thy virtues, for many L._^i were they, r ^We know that for thee there's a bright I blooming morrow ; Wj • A home with the just, where the t->k bright angels stay. i Not he who says, "Lord, Lord," is always r) rewarded, And decked with a crown, that was •..ij^ made for the just, I ' But he who the rights of all men hath regarded. With honor and love, will be crowned _^^ Vv'ith the blest. We feel that thy spirit will often be near -» us, • ' Although at the board will be vacant thy chair. ^ jj Thy presence will many times lovingly '•*'' cheer us, ||||; Our eyes not behold thee, yet thou wilt I be there, ''' To guard us and guide us. with loving devotion, Impressing our hearts with truth, vir- tue and love, FAIRBURY, LIVINGSTON COUNTY, ILLINOIS. In grand old Livingston's confines the T. P. & W. line. At the junction of the Wabash quite serene. Is a city that is fine, on a beautiful in- cline. And among the inland cities she's a queen. There she sits in regal state, puts on city airs of late, She is building for herself an honored name. Her resources very great, more than we can estimate — As a trading point she's won an hon- est fame. She has railroads that are fine, more will soon fall into line. Which predict for her a long and healthy boom ; And vast beds of coal that's fine, that will ages take to mine, And from which great trade and reve- nue will come. Of her agricultural joys she is making little noise. Of her fertile land and splendid yields of grain ; But, I say, Fairbury boys, hunt all over Illinois, And .you'll go back to Fairbury to re- main. She has water works that's fine, that for health is good, benign, And some streets superbly paved with- in the town ; And an opera complete, where the peo- ple often meet, Where there's many plays and lectures of renown. 80 POEMS She has churches, many kmds, and has ministers divine, Who will give advice to guard you on the way ; From their influence benign you to mor- als will incline. And you soon will learn to watch as well as pray. She has doctors that are grand, always ready and on hand If their services you think you really need; Some are surly, some are bland, but dis- ease they understand, And will fix you up, if possible, with speed. And she has three solid banks, — they stand high up in the ranks, — Are a splendid help to business and trade. And her merchants honest, frank, and not one of them a crank, They can furnish you with anything that's made. And she has a lovely park, — grander far than Noah's ark, — Both for meetings and for pleasure it was made. If you tire of your work and in leisure would embark, You can recreate and rest beneath its shade. And her fairground is replete, ground and fixtures all complete. And bedecked with many trees in love- ly green, And 'tis seldom that you meet with a track, her track to beat. For an autumn exhibition she's a queen. And her annual autumn fair, — very few with it compare, — It is hard to duplicate within the state. And five days within the year, many come from far and near, For it's educating benefits are great. Oh, thou city, Fairbury ! thou art ever dear to me, 'And thy many charms my memory en- chain. And should fate encompass me as an exile o'er the sea, Yet my heart and love with thee would still remain. A PATRIOTIC ODE. Ye sons of Columbia the fairest of earth, Ye heirs of the land that gave liberty birth ; Your vigils of freedom oh never resign,. Let watch fires of liberty brilliantly shine. Oh kindle your bosoms with patriot,^ j fires, ' \ And cherish the deeds of your patriot ^l sires. «j Remember how nobly they fought for 1| our good, **i Our freedom and liberty bought with their blood. , ,; Chorus. ,,1 ^' Then rise and shout, Hail ! to the patriot ' band, 9' Our glorious banner and free happy land. / Sing anthems of praise to our Washing- * ■ ton's name. Thrice hail to the heroes of untarnished i fame. Yes, Washington, father ; thy praise we will sing, „ From proud, thankful hearts oft thy \ glory will ring. Thy name by all nations respected will ';' be, While tyrants will tremble 'neath liberty's tree. And forefathers bright in our memories ye dwell, f. While thoughts of thy valor our bosoms doth swell. The legacy left us we'll ever retain. Though tyrants and traitors should rally J again. Oh heaven blest country ; oh free happy (,i land ; , The loyal, the faithful, they by thee will J stand, The patriot's theme and the alien's home, A haven of safety for all who will come. Thy ships are now sailing in every port, '^ Thy flag is respected by every court. The laurels that crown thy brave sons ever green. And thou among nations a recognized queen. POEMS 81 Oh glorious banner that heavens adorn, 'S'^orever thou'It float on the breeze of the morn, Thy triumph be glorious, thy destiny \^ ^ long, ^ The pride of the nation, the theme of her song. VWhen the voice of the eagle is heard in / the sky *nvaders and rebels in terror will fly, ?or she soars high and proudly, with , white, blue and red, \oince the palmetto flag, with her ser- 4"' pents, is dead. jf-ts, bright bonny banner that waves in T the air (No foe, none whatever, thy beauty shall mar. For our motto shall be, till our last vital I'r breath, jOur flag and our country, and victory or P* death. ..'We'll drive all thy foes from freedom's bright land. And ever Columbia a nation will stand; Whilst thou bonny flag shalt continue to , wave *0'er a land that is free and her sons ever brave. LINCOLN, THE MAN OF DESTINY. This beautiful land was destined by crea- tion ■,'^ For freedom and liberty in every state. A haven for all the oppressed of each i||, nation, '>- Where all men can worship as con- *<'> science dictates. ,^ut men, cruel men, God's own purpose perverted. Made laws of oppression their own hands to save. A part of the state were to slavery con- i\ verted. The negro was forced to work as a * slave. ■v-'The Goddess of Liberty, shorn of her glory, Came down from her throne and in horror did stand. To God she related her sorrowful story, How she was dethroned by the laws of the land. She prayed to the Father to change this condition. That she might ascend to her lovely white throne, To turn this dear land from the road to perdition. That freedom might claim this fair land as her own. "Oh, Father; to sit on my throne for this nation Would be inconsistent and freedom despoil ; Bring shame and reproach to that ex- alted station. You never, can never, mix water with oil." She then said in anguish and plaintively tender, "I cannot be goddess while slavery remains. If thou art in truth this fair nation's defender. Oh, come to her rescue, and loosen her chains." The heart of the Father was moved be- yond measure. To rescue the nation the time was at hand. Imbued with compassion he acted with pleasure. And raised up a Moses to free this fair land. He brought forth a child midst the ranks of the lowly And reared him where poverty lurked at the door. He there learned to know honest labor is holy; His heart was imbued with a love for the poor. His great heart with sympathy full to o'er flowing,^ — A champion of freedom in youth he had been, — Proclaiming all men were born free, plainly showing That justice demands equal rights for all men. 82 POEMS His beacon was justice, his talisman honor, His password, progression ; and wis- dom his guide. He scorned to acquiesce in acts of dis- honor. Do good to all men was his motto — his pride. His voice as the champion of freedom was heeded, By lovers of freedom wherever he went; They hailed him with joy as the Moses then needed. And called him to rule as God's own President. The bonds of the nation were then rent asunder, By lovers of slavery, who dared to declare, A great revolution, a pro-slavery blunder, Of blood shed and carnage and hor- rors of war. The Moses at hand as the head of the nation. The ship of state steered over war's bloody waves, She floated triumphant through war's desolation. And landed to freedom her millions of slaves. The Goddess of Liberty, now in her glory, Is seated again on her lovely white throne. And greeting the world with her won- derful story. How freedom triumphed in a land of her own. Oh, lovers of liberty — sons of this na- tion — Rejoice in your God-given freedom today ; As guardians of freedom you're now on probation. Oh, guard it with care, that it ne'er pass away. Oh, Lincoln, thy name is a lamp for all nations ; Beloved and revered in the land of thy birth ; A beacon of light for all men in all sta- tions, ■^ Thy fame is resounding all over the earth. .^ ROOSEVELT, THE PEOPLE'S PRESIDENT. ■'4^ Written while he was President of th^,^^ United States. ^^ The time is here when every man should\ party throw aside, < And vote for brave and honest men thb ship of state to guide, i ' Such men as Folk, and Roosevelt, theKt»^| she to success would glide, \ i And grafters be scarce throughout thCtW nation. ' I He stands for all the people's rights, his ^ ' nerve and will are great — / % He's using all his force to regulate theV^ railroad rates. And stop those corporations granting un-'-ci' just freight rebates. So all can have justice in the nation. This nation is accursed with many trusts ,, in her confines. Absorbing all the profits of the forest, fields and mines, y. He's put your Uncle Sam to work to/^ burst unjust combines, And let justice reign throughovtt the nation. * The great insurance companies are found f to have no soul, Absorbing all the profits, while their patrons they cajole, But Roosevelt says, the powers that be,, , those rascals must control. And stop disgrace within the nation. Our navy is superlative, her fame ex- tending far, ■ ■ Her past success the joy and pride of many a veteran tar, And Roosevelt wants to keep her up in superb shape for war. ^ ' Insuring the peace of this great nation. The Philippines are struggling from mis- ^ fortunes of the past. Advancing and progressing in civiliza- tion fast, POEMS 83 And Roosevelt wants free trade for them > to weld their friendship fast, And teach them to love this mighty -, nation. ' The Panama canal when made, will spread this nation's fame, ^ uAdd millions to her coffers, and immor- talize her name, .And give to her supremacy in the com- ' mc^cial game. And Roosevelt will rush it to comple- j tion. } All immigrants from foreign lands, ob- jectionable here, ^Who will not make good citizens, of such we must beware, And Roosevelt says enforce the laws, and keep this country clear, Of unworthy settlers in the nation. «,He is the nation's President, both North and South proclaim, He labors for the interests of the North and South the same. The people of the North and South now magnify his name. Throughout this united, happy nation. C PIONEERS OF LIVINGSTON COUN- \ 1 Y, ILLINOIS. In eighteen and thirty, 'twas late in Octo- * ber. That Major M. Darnall and wife here "*" did land. Grand heroes in courage and honest and 4 sober, Midst Indian tribes here they made a •*^ bold stand. ^And here consecrated to white men and farming, This beautiful land yet by Indians con- trolled; From that grand young couple this coun- ' try so charming, Arose like a phoenix, the half yet un- told. - Soon after they came many others col- lected. Built up cabin homes near the groves as of yore. Their bodies now rest in its bosom pro- tected. Their spirits have passed to a far bet- ter shore. In thirty-one Williamson Spence and his brothers Came from old Kentucky, and came here to stay ; Found plenty of room, had for neigh- bors no others. Except Major Darnalls, in that early day. The first couple married in Livingston county Was Miss Mary Darnall and William- son Spence. They were to each other a glorious boun- ty, For young folks were scarce, and the country immense. In thirty-two came Richard Moore, he selected A place that was lovely — east side of the grove, — Where he from the cold northwest winds was protected. And never again had desire to rove. Also Nathan Popejoy in thirty-two landed, James W. McDowell that year took a stand Close by the Vermillion, financially stranded, By work and industry got plenty of land. In thirty-three Sylvester Perry had landed And Uncle John Darnall, — a preacher they say, Although few the hearers, together they banded And Uncle John taught them to watch and to pray. In thirty-four came Martin Travis and brothers, And located at the south end of the grove. Were good, honest fellows, and like many others. They helped by their labor the country improve. 84 POEMS In thirty-five Glen Moore, though young when he landed, Was born in November at his father's cot. In thirty-six John W. Marks, almost stranded, Came also and settled and here cast his lot. The year thirty-seven L. Louderback landed, Both worthy and honest, he soon made his mark; Also George B. Foster a journey had ended From Tioga county, the State of New York. The year thirty-nine B. Hieronymus joined them, Miss Elvina Darnall he took for a wife, V/as frugal and honest — the dollars he coined them — Bought six hundred acres, the work of his life. In forty-three landed in Pontiac town- ship The man Phillip Rollins; he soon did employ His time on the farm and his skill as a millwright. Bought five hundred acres in age to enjoy. In forty-four came R. C. Straight and Jake Streamer, Each had when he landed a small store of pelf. Each played well his part as the coun- try's redeemer, Made money and also cared well for himself. The year forty-seven Judge Babcock came also, And gave to the public a liberal hand. Was judge and attorney, a great stock man also, — A farmer and bought a large body of land. In forty-eight came Uncle Thomas McDowell, Far out on the prairie he made him a farm, 1 Where plenty the snakes and wolves often howled, "" Which then had for Tommy an ex- quisite charm. f i, In forty-nine came our Dr. Ostrander, Was just the right man for the coun- . try you see. He cured many sick ones, a tiller of land sir, ' A farmer of fruit and the Italian bee. In fifty came I. P. McDowell and broth- ; ers, ^ A splendid addition to this favored , land. ' \ They opened up farms as did then many others ; They prospered and money made hand over hand. In fifty came also our friend Jesse ' Hanna, James Tanner, a good one ; and Eph- — ., raim S. Clark. Also Eli Myer, also Richard Hanna, They soon were located and got down to work. In fifty-one came Richard Crouch and James Madden, / And Joseph S. Tucker and George ^ Applegate. When they viewed this country their hearts it did gladden; In truth there is no better land in the state. " '' In fifty-two came Hugh McKee here to settle ; And Benjamin Humiston early did land ; And Charles S. McGregor, all made of - good mettle. And for this new country they played a good hand. In fifty-three came John J. Taylor and j Bennett ; - Hugh Robinson also and S. L. Conine, And all were so pleased that they soon were right in it. And thought this new country was just superfine. POEMS 85 In fifty-four came T. A. Beach and John ^, Virgin, John Bodly and all thought this coun- L, try was grand; rAnd to the investor insured a big margin, ' ' And Tommy and Bodly bought thou- sands of land. in fifty-five came L. B. Dominy and , Bartlet, ' And A. J. Pillsbury and L. Mclldufif. They found for investment a wonderful j outlet, ^ For safety the Illinois land was the stuff. Ml fifty-six came Morris Johnson and Brydia's, -■ Also Thomas Spofford, who came from afar, .They proved to be men of good finan- ^ cial ideas n. And all built up homes that were quite up to par. The year fifty-seven came Strobel and Coomer, And Joseph S. Babcock and Henry Hornbeck. "^Land still on the raise and this country a boomer, - Which brought Joel Tucker, also I. J. \ Krack. > In fifty-eight came A. E. Harding, attor- > ney, Also George C. Taylor and George B. (. Gray. To seek out a fortune they came a long journey. And were so well pleased they con- ^ eluded to stay. In fifty-nine came Robert Elmore and Linscot, And in their finances success they have won. And each have procured a respectable ^ land plot; And came D. L. Murdock and H. / Remington. •In sixty came big-hearted Horace M. Gillett, A merchant and dealer, he here made a stand. A contract he always was ready to fill it. Came Westervelt also and purchased some land. Of all who came later and in fact no others. Contributed more for the good of this land. Than that old reliable firm, Walton Brothers, Since here they located and opened their stand. And others came early, quite worthy of mention ; The date of their coming I have not at hand. There was Barney Phillips, full of good intentions, Also Hughey Steers very early did land. And came Henry Darnall and Robin Moore early. Also Chauncey Standish and Frank Moore as well. The Donoho's, Cumpston's and others came early, For pioneer homes in this country to dwell. And Decatur Veatch and John Vail came here early, And Thomas Jones also, all owning much land. And Fredus P. Beach and Will Bull, good men clearly, And Coopers and Davis, a good wor- thy band. And also came early my friend Caleb Patton, Also William Bailey and good Isam Moore, And Uncle Will Fugate, also M. L. Stratton, And Benjamin Walton and Uncle John Loar. Also my old friend Orin Phelps came here early. And Jonathan Darnall was one of the first. And no better men ever came, I think clearly. Big-hearted and honest and true to their trust. 86 POEMS Dear Fairbury then was a thing of the future ; Tall prairie grass growing where buildings now stand. Where many wild deer and other wild creatures, Disported and reveled and roamed o'er the land. Alas, those old heroes have nearly all left us. And few now remain of that once stal- wart band ; Their passing has sadly and sorely be- reft us. Their mantles now rest on the youths of the land. On many a hill 'neath the gray granite standing The graves of those heroes and loved ones are seen, Their spirits passed over, in glory ex- panding, Their bodies lie silent beneath mounds of green. On that shining shore they received spirit vision. Attended by friends at their spiritual birth, Who lead them to rest in bright man- sions elysian. From where they oft visit their friends here on earth. WHAT IS HELL? Hell's a condition, all should learn. And not a place where souls will burn, But to escape it all should yearn. And strive to shun the hell. 'Tis sore remorse within the heart. Of those who fail to do their part. And to dishonest means resort. Oh such, oh such is hell. 'Tis discord in the brotherhood, Where dire contention long has stood; Retarding everything that's good. Oh such, I say, is hell. 'Tis battles, pestilence and war, Where reason is dethroned and rare, Where love and justice have no share, For surely such is hell. 'Tis envy, jealousy and strife, A fretful, quarreling man and wife; And many dwell therein for life, For hell is always there. Intoxicants of every kind. Are full of hell, please bear in mind, They take your wealth, also vour mind, Of all such hells beware. Then shun all hells whate'er you do, To every good impulse be true, Then heaven will encompass you, And you will have no hell. 'i They bask in the sunshine of summer ne'er ending. And fragrance of flowers where love never dies. And soft sylvan zephyrs, with sweet music blending. Where bright jewels sparkle with gleams from the skies. Thus man meets his doom, like the flow- er in blowing, In vigor and strength he remained but a day. Oft plucked in the bloom while sweet fragrance bestowing. His earth life soon ended, he passeth away. WHERE IS HELL? 'Tis in the heart of those who close Their eyes to other people's woes, No sympathy for friends or foes. Oh there, oh there, is hell. In every house in this domain, Where jealousy and envy reign, No harmony does it contain, For there they live in hell. 'Tis any place where as a whole. They try each other to cajole. And have no love within the soul, Oh, surely there is hell. Where war is raging right and left, And men, of reason are bereft, POEMS 87 \Resort to murder, pillage, theft, Oh there, is red hot hell. ^^ Where rum and brandy, whiskey, beer, ', Are sold and drunk through license fair, *The hottest hell we have is there, For there's '^. burning hell. j_ A When after death the spirit sees, ; Neglected opportunities, Remorse will then his conscience seize, And that will be his hell. 7 T"iHe'll occupy a lower sphere. Than those who have their conscience •j clear. But he can climb to stations higher, By striving to do well. WHAT IS HEAVEN? Heaven is a condition sweet, '^Of love and harmony replete, You'll find it where all good souls meet, 'Tis a happy condition. 'Tis sympathy for worthy poor, A helping hand to tide them o'er. And add unto their scanty store. Of such, of such is heaven. - 'Tis friendship for all whom we greet, . No matter where, or when we meet, ^ And help to guide the indiscreet, Of such, of such is heaven. 'Tis love for all humanity, Though white or black, or bond or free, All brothers for eternity. Of such, of such is heaven. 'Tis truth and charity and love, * Eternal justice from above, For all mankind who live and move, Of such, of such is heaven. ' Then if you dwell in heavenly land. You by the golden rule must stand, Give each and all a brother's hand, For such, for such is heaven. WHERE IS HEAVEN? Where father, mother, daughter, son, Have love and kindness for each one. And all are true as noonday sun. Oh there, oh there is heaven. Where each their every cross doth bear^ No evil thoughts their lives to mar. And each their brothers' trials share, Oh there, oh there is heaven. If on the land we do reside. Or sail the ocean's rolling tide. If peace and harmony abide. Oh there, oh there, is heaven. When on the tropics fruitful land, Or on the frigid, barren strand. If love directs each thought and hand, Oh there, oh there is heaven. If every one their cross would bear, The golden rule, their actions square, Be ruled by love no matter where. The whole world would be heaven. And when we all pass over there. All who have done their duty here. Are full of love and conscience clear, Will have a home in heaven. For heaven is in every place, Where love and harmony and grace Abound among the human race. On earth also in heaven. EULOGY ON ABRAHAM LINCOLN. The eight follozving poems ivere written by John Grove Myers, the father of the author, John F. Myers. The eulogy on Abraham Lincoln and the one en- titled "The Great Rebellion," were zmtten soo]i after the death of the great Emancipator. This glorious nation mourns her chief, All patriots are bowed with grief; His glorious work hath given relief, He died for liberty. Ye patriots of every state. Give praise to Abraham the Great, 'Twas he who opened freedom's gate. To make the states all free. He climbed to fame through national strife, From out the common walks of life, When freedom was with dangers rife, He pleaded freedom's cause. 88 POEMS Through him the ruling powers ihat be, Proclaimed this nation's jubilee, That every slave should be set free, And help to make our laws. Historians will record his fame. And infants learn to lisp his name, Despots and tyrants blush for shame, To read his history. God's chosen instrument was he, Proclaiming peace and liberty, All honor to his memory, He died the slaves to free. He played for liberty a part, That gained his country's thankful heart. He's there enshrined to ne'er depart, He was God's blessing sent. It was his policy to see, That man should everywhere be free. Enjoying life and liberty. That made him president. At freedom's shrine he ever bowed. His voice for freedom sounding loud. His wish to free all men he vowed. And sealed it with his blood. He left behind a glorious name. Emblazoned on the scroll of fame, 'Twill ever shine a dazding flame, A lamp of liberty. He was beloved by many men, His peer few men have ever been, A glorious theme for poet's pen, A patriot true and good. O, parents to your children tell, How glorious this martyr fell, That ever in their hearts may dwell, A love for liberty. THE GREAT REBELLION. This song was written by John Grove Myers, after the close of the Civil War. Air, Lafayette Quickstep. The great rebellion's overthrown, The battle's fought, the victory's won, And slavery's dead, and secession, Forever, we pray. Our banner waves in proud array, * From Mexico to Florida, In every state that went astray. Hurrah ! hurrah ! ! hurrah ! ! ! \ ■u The wayward sister states that erred. Not one is lost or disappeared — j. The Union's safe for which we feared. And peace crowns the day. Ye loyal, faithful, conquering band, Who fought and bled for freedom's land,! Immortalized your names will stand i^ Till time shall fade away. 1 Ye gallant sons of Washington, A glorious piece of work you've done; Enjoy the peace your valor won. And feast and sport and play. Your gallantry has won a fame That's brilliant like a dazzling flame. The traitors all you've put to shame — You've well made it pay ! ^ Sit down and rest and take your ease, And bathe and bask in Freedom's breeze. And marry any one you please — Some sweet lady gay. The ladies now can dry their tears. And kiss the illustrious volunteers. And parted loves embrace their dears, '' O ! happy, happy day ! Old Jeff, they say in wild dismay. Adorned himself in woman's 'ray. And undertook to run away Into old Mexico. But Col. Pritchard's Yankee band. Too swift on foot for Jeff's command, Detained his hoops and made him stand. And will not let him go. So hang him up in effigy Upon a sour apple tree, So high that everyone can see. And there let him be. And if again a foe annoys. Send a dispatch to Illinois — The banner state for fighting boys In every emergency. Our banner waves triumphantly Upon the gulfs — upon the sea — POEMS And o'er the brave, and o'er the free, In sweet America. Our Constitution ne'er shall end ; Our glorious Union we'll defend In every state till time shall end, Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah. Note — At the close of the War of the Rebellion hoop skirts were worn by ladies and also by Jefferson Davis when he attempted to make his escape from the United States to Mexico. ^v TO MRS. MARY MYERS. After her decease; mother of J. F. Myers, by her husband, John Grove Myers. O, who can give to my sad spirit relief, I am stricken with sorrow and burdened with grief; My Mary is gone and alas I am alone. That lovely sweet Mary of mine. She flourished a while like the roses in May, But alas, she was smitten and faded away; I grieve for her daily, alas she is gone. That lovely sweet Mary of mine. She was loving and kind all the days of her life. And filled her part well as a true loving wife. Her work was well done when her pleas- ure begun, And why should I sorrow and pine. For fifty-six years on this earth she did sail, On the ocean of love, in a sweet pleasant gale. And when she was called she for Zion did sail. That lovely sweet Mary of mine. She washed her robes white in the blood of the Lamb, And she sits at the feet of the blessed I am. She feasts upon love in the heavens above, That lovely sweet Mary of mine. Her virtues and piety ne'er can be told; For the world was not worthy such treas- ure to hold; In the cause of her Savior her life did unfold. Her work was all for the divine. A Soldier for Christ, she was faithful and true. And finished the work she was given to do. Her battles are o'er and her crown is in view. That lovely sweet Mary of mine. Let all who survive her reflect while they live On the pious instruction she often did give. And meet her above in bright mansions of love, To dwell with the Savior divine. O, sorrow and sighing are you all in vain, Ah, no; happy thought we shall meet her again. For ever to reign with the lamb that was slain. And that lovely Mary of mine. IN MEMORY OF MY BLUE EYED MARY. The first wife of John Grove Myers. O, once I had a bosom friend. The dearest one I knew. And she was faithful to the end, Her heart was pure and true. The dearest secrets of my heart. To her I did unfold. Of me she was a precious part. Of greater worth than gold. Then on the pleasant stream of love. We joyfully did glide, And Hymen's ship did safely move O'er every rolling tide. I then was happy, then was blest. Free from a troubled mind, My heart in quiet seemed to rest, From woe of every kind. 90 POEMS But O, the ruling powers that be, That o'er the fates preside, That gave the treasure unto me, Hath plucked her from my side. The Savior claimed her as His own. Her spirit took its flight, To dwell near His celestial throne, In mansions of delight. And O, the joy it will be sweet, When on that blissful shore. We meet her in those courts above, To dwell forevermore. FEMALE INFLUENCE. A true woman's influence over mankind Has never been measured, dame nature designed That she wield a moral influence o'er man. It ever was so since the world first be- gan. Woman was designed in the great divine plan, To bless and improve and to glorify man ; Without such a blessing we plainly can see What the fate of mankind in the future would be. When fresh in her bloom, she is lovely and gay, And oft has the charms of the flowers in May, The lilies in bloom and the dazzling star Are dim in the radiant gleams of the fair. The enchanting smile that some females impart, Is balm for the lonely, disconsolate heart, Like cupid, awakens emotions of love ; That most charming passion that comes from above. She wields such a power, it is no sur- prise, That the widower weeps and the bachelor sighs. She inspires the gallant, with sweet hope and with fears, ^ Till often he moistens his pillow with ' tears. Though nations may tremble, and king doms may fall. Yet the ladies will still have sweet charms ' for them all. To bless and improve, elevate and refine,/] The heads and the hearts, and the minds •'] of mankind. SCIENCE AND ART. This poem, Science and Art, zvas writ- ten fifty years ago, which proves John G. Myers to have been a prophet as to airships. , In a fast time like this it will not be " amiss, If we something on science should say. For science and art is the pride of my heart, And the glory and pride of today. The youth and the sage, who adorn his- tory's page, They once were just like you and me. W They learned while at school, things were ^: done by a rule. That commenced with an A, B and C. May the youths of this age, study his- tory's page. For a more perfect knowledge we pray. That the forthcoming age, may arrive at a stage. Which will far excel that of today. ^ It is now near at hand, when all over the land. Our airships will float on the breeze, We will fly through the air, in foul weather or fair, And travel wherever we please. ^ Art and Science appealed to the great Cyrus Field, When the Atlantic cable was laid, 'Twas a wonder revealed, under water concealed. And a great step in progress was made. POEMS 91 I am awe struck today, when I see the display, Through Science and Art we have wrought. What wonders, I pray, will have glad- f dened the day. That one hundred more years will have 1 brought. Some men aspire to higher fame and others seek for treasure. While education brings the same and far more solid pleasure ; Then trust ye not, to house and lands, to give you higher station, For this enlightened age demands a higher education. EDUCATION. A PANORAMA OF LIFE. , All those who fain would occupy an ele- vated station. Their aspirations should be high, with » love for education ; 'Tis education qualifies the student for professor, It elevates and dignifies its fortunate possessor. p Science and art we fain would teach, for everything worth gaining The child of humble birth may reach, through scientific training. It proves a blessing everywhere, a com- plete education, For with it nothing can compare to ele- vate a nation. Men of renown and high degree have reached a high station, Have climbed to fame from A, B, C, and honored this great nation, ^ Through application to their work, ener- gy and ambition. They reached the pinnacle of fame, achieved a high position. It is a fact, we all should know, the morals of this nation Will higher, higher ever grow, through moral education ; r, Then let each youth of this our day, be filled with moral knowledge, And tax all wealth for means to pay and put them through the college. No less youth should be content with than thorough education. Also the papers, to express, a finished graduation. Then freedom would untrammeled reign throughout this glorious nation, And anarchy, retire for shame, and none wish its creation. How charming and beautiful, lovely and gay, Are the buds and flowers in May, As they open and blow and sweet fra- grance bestow. But they perish and soon fade away. Thus, man meets his doom, like the flow- ers in bloom, In his vigor remains but a day. Often called in the bloom and is laid in the tomb, And his glory all passeth away. This life as a rule, is a primary school, To prepare for college above. If our time we will fool, on the do- nothing stool. Then this life a sad failure will prove. Then we ever should move, and our time well improve, And be ready when called on to go. Learn to merit his love, in bright man- sions above, A diploma he then will bestow. Our record will tell, if our passing is well. When by death we are taken away, Where we hope long to dwell and the grand chorus swell. And on harps that are golden to play. And forever to reign, on that heavenly plane. With the loved ones who passed on be- fore, And forever remain with the lamb that was slain, And the Saints of that bright shining shore. 92 POEMS WHO IS THE CRIMINAL? We boast of free America, in poetry and song, And oft extoll her virtues and we laud her army strong; We claim that all have equal rights un- der her righteous laws That pessimists and discontents com- plain without a cause. But freedom unrestrained by law, by proper limits bound Is anarchy, and worse than to be ruled by heads that's crowned. Our own rights reach their limit where another's rights begin When we transcend that limit, we against all others sin. The cry that Prohibition curbs your own inherent right Is nonsense to a thinking man, who has the truth in sight. You have no right to drink a dram that stupefies your brains And takes from you your usefulness, your sense and reason chains ; For you a sacred duty owe to children, friends and wife, To guard their sacred rights with care, as you would your own life. Then vote for pure and righteous laws, the helpless ones to save And watch with zeal, lest any one, shall fill a drunkard's grave. The weak of will, the wife, the child, have sacred rights to shield. Right to protection by the strong to whom they all must yield. Then, if you vote for noxious laws, against the public weal You're tramping on your neighbor's rights, worse than his cash to steal. You have no right to vote for laws, to make your neighbor drunk, Bring grief and sorrow to his home while he in sin is sunk ; His wife and children bring to want their pleading cannot save, His money all goes down his throat, he fills a drunkard's grave. If by your vote, you put on sale, intoxi- cating drink You know that by its constant use many good men will sink. Then who is the real criminal in this vile tragedy You put the weapon in the hand that did your neighbor slay, ^ That you his hard earned cash might J share through license that you sell ; \ His wife and children come to want and in the poor house dwell. If you should vote for the saloon to make your taxes light, ^ You're Satan's agent at the polls waging / a wicked fight. To get your neighbor's money and your 4\ own pocket to save '■ You care not for your neighbor though he fill a drunkard's grave. The man who runs a vile saloon, home pleasures to destroy. He is the people's enemy, the devil's lackey boy. And if you vote for the saloon you're ' more to blame than he, " You sell the devil's imp the right to kill and then go free. Then friend and brother, please beware, this question ponder well. Lest you should help to slay your friends and send your soul to hell. THE CIGARETTE. Two bright little boys named Charley and Ray, Were just the same size until one fatal \ day, While leisurely walking along on the street. Another boy, Harry, they happened to , meet. "Oh, Harry!" said Charley, "O please do me tell. What is it you smoke that has such a queer smell?" < "Here, take one," said Harry. "You'll like it I'll bet, 'Tis made of tobacco ; its name, cigarette. "Now smoke; it will make you look man- ly and big. And add to your looks in your new Sun- day rig." Now Charley soon yielded, but Ray was in doubt POEMS 93 \nd said, "I think I know what I'm about ; [ think the tobacco would soon make me sick And then you would laugh that you fooled me so slick." "O Ray," said young Charley. "Now look!" As he spoke iHe took the vile thing and began to pufif smoke. Then Harry and Charley quite freely agreed That cigarette smoking was manly in- deed. They laughed at young Ray as a coward- ly jay, Until he soon left them and went his own way. Eight years passed away, and they all met again ; The time was at hand when they all should be men. While Ray was manly and strong as an oak The others were wrinkled and dwarfed by the smoke. Their swarthy cheeks hollow and shrunk- en their eyes, Stoop shouldered and nervous, while smoke dimmed their eyes. While time with her months and her years rolled along Young Ray remained happy and healthy and strong And lived to a vigorous, healthy old age, A useful, a manly and honorable sage. While Charley, poor fellow, no doctor could save, At twenty-five years filled a premature grave. While Harry, not long with his friends did remain, Before he was thirty was wildly insane. And such is the fate of the cigarette boy, It poisons his body, his mind will de- stroy. O boys, do beware of that poisonous weed; 'Tis noxious and filthy and costly indeed. It weakens your nerves and it addles your brain. You soon become filthy and often insane. THE SERPENT OF THE STILL. The greatest curse on this fair land, as- suming giant power, Is the vile serpent of the still, all men it would devour. With poisonous slime he smears the path of women, men and youth. And lures them to his slimy den, the devil's private booth ; And there with rum's hypnotic power, he blights their power of will. Controls them by his subtle power, the venom of the still. That serpent throws out his decoy, for men of every line ; They are lured into devil's dens with fixtures rare and fine. The devil and his imps are there, where serpents love to dwell, And by their base hypnotic power mil- lions of men have fell. The almshouse is his heritage where many victims dwell. The prison is his boarding house, his vic- tim's earthly hell ; For all who enter in his den and trifle with his fare When its vile charm they would resist, they yield in sad despair. With his vile fangs still in their flesh they oft resolve anew To beard the serpent in his den, to wife and friends be true. But months and years they struggle on to serpent rum a slave, And often fill a prison cell and then a drunkard's grave. With tears of grief and aching hearts, in sorrow and forlorn. The wife and children left in want, re- gret that they were born. Let every loyal patriot to home and friends be true, Drive that vile serpent from this land and fight until they do; With tongue and pen forever work, vote home and friends to save And bury that vile serpent deep in dark oblivion's grave. THE TOBACCO HOG. We have him in this day and age, Perhaps a youth or middle age. 94 POEMS Where e'er we go tho near or far We often meet him on the car. No matter who he chance to meet He will select the choicest seat. Tho ladies are on every hand He holds it while the ladies stand. He spits tobacco on the floor, On either side, also before, And oft from his foul mouth will squirt Tobacco on some lady's skirt. But if to smoke is his delight. His breath is in such awful plight It gags the ladies by his side. They wish that out of there he'd slide. But there defiantly he'll stick With ladies gagging, turning sick. They think his chance for heaven slim. While he thinks God's in debt to him. Let every youth in this fair land Now take a vow and by it stand, That he a decent life will lead And never use the filthy weed. TWIN DEMONS. "O Death," said the grave, "give me food I am hungry." Death answered, "My ministers forth I will send. Tobacco and Alcohol, two demons serve me. And they shall supply thee with food to the end. They go in disguise as a food or a medi- cine; The people will chew, drink and smoke till they die." The grave said, " 'Tis well ; if those demons assist thee For they make their deadly work sure on the sly." "O hark ! hear the church bells, they ring in a hurry They come to thee now," said grim death to the grave. "A drunkard has killed wife and child in his fury. And then killed himself, work, the hang- man to save. "And now others come, followed by j weeping children, A lady from grief and want died far too soon Whose husband spent all by his smoking and drinking And he, too, was killed in a drunken saloon. j "And here comes a young man who had good intentions, Who Qirough dissipation, was early to die. He smoked, then he drank, then he gam- bled his money, Through drinking he comes in thy bosom to lie. Hush! Hark! hear that wailing; a poor widowed mother Is weeping and wailing for her only son. He smoked, chewed and drank, spurned her love and her warning; He now comes to thee and his earth life is done. "And thus they are coming by mil- lions to greet thee, I lure them with drugs and my poisonous drink. And vainly they dream of escape from my clutches, But I lure them onward and cause them to sink. The strong door of destiny I shut be- hind them; While under my power, they still think they're free With my fatal spell I then solidly bind them, They smoke, drink, and riot, then hasten to thee." The grave said, "Thy work is exceeding- ly pleasing — Continue to send forth thy demons, I * pray, To entice the young into dissolute habits. To smoke, chew and drink and they'll soon come my way; Enchant them with base appetite and its pleasures That they may forget the true object of life, And they will through dissolute habits , die early And come unto me through debauchery and strife. POEMS 95 "And thus we will work and will both pull together And reap a rich harvest of youths and of men. Their souls will be cared for by Satan, our brother, Those who don't come early may go to the pen." O youths of America, men ; heed our warning And shun those twin demons, O take a firm stand, Come forth pure and bright in eternity's morning, Untarnished, to dwell in that bright hap- py land. You license to ensnare all men, their morals to corrupt. And bring dissension in the home and families disrupt. And keep the almshouse well supplied with victims who have fell. While you for license get their cash, your bank accoimt to swell. You license paupers to increase and thus augment the yield Of those to lie beneath the sod, within the potter's field, And last, but not to you the least, your guilty soul you sell And with your guilty agent send your guilty soul to hell. TO THE MAN WHO VOTES TO LICENSE THE SALE OF INTOXICATING DRINKS. You license men, you're agents, sir, to keep on hand and sell Intoxicating liquor that will feed the flames of hell. To run what you call a saloon, a real devil's snare. To lure to ruin and to woe all who may enter there. You license to debauch mankind and keep the workman poor, For rum secure his hard earned cash the wolf bring to his door, While wife and children come to want with sad hearts, sick and sore, And struggle on without relief, their cruel fate deplore. You license to seduce all men and rum is your decoy. By rum's hypnotic influence their honor you destroy. Their moral standard you bring low, by your nefarious trade And fill the prisons of the land with vic- tims you have made. You license to prepare all men by rum's hypnotic fire To enter the vortex of crime and deg- radation's mire, You lure them in, secure their cash, that wife and children need. They must appeal to charity to satisfy your greed. WOMEN^S WRONGS Our social system is to women un- unjust. It prescribes for her, and obey she must, But sooner or later will come the day. When women with men will have fair play. Her fond aspirations she must con- ceal, Her heart's desire she dare not re- veal, She reads by the light of her soul on fire. Her secrets of love and her heart's desire. She drinks bitter cups of sorrow in tears, And holds to her secret through lonely years. And if she dare plainly express the same. The cruel world will cry "Shame, O, shame." Away with such cruelty, it is un- fair. She has the same right as have men to declare, The right to express by her actions and voice. And choose from the world the man of her choice. 96 POEMS For women have shown that the fem- inine class, Are equals to men and oft times men surpass, In morals and intellect, also in tact, In diplomat circles, when called on to act. And man is ungenerous, also unjust, To urge a fair lady in his love to trust. If she has proclaimed by a hint or a sign. That his overtures she would rather decline. The mothers most often the children impress. To form future habits, to curse or to bless, Then educate women, in all that 's good, Preparing their minds for a pure motherhood. The thoughts of the mother most surely will be Impressed on her children, while yet round her knee, Then educate women in statecraft secure, If you wish our national politics pure. When women by laws have the honor to vote. They will by their power good morals promote, And evils that now on our statutes appear. Will soon be supplanted l)v l.iws thai: are pure. Since wnmen are equal to men in this age. Her voice should be heard on politi- cal stage, Our national welfare her voice will promote. A wave of morality bring by her vote. Then let us unite for the good of mankind, The vote of our sisters with ours com- bined 'T would many an evil from statute erase. Add blessings in laws for the whole human race. O, hasten the day, when our laws* will declare, That women and men equal rights^jJ shall share. That each in all things shall the otherj] promote. And either shall go to the polls and vote. AVHO KILLED AMOS BROWN? Amos Brozvn, City Marshall of Fair- bury, III., zvas killed by Ray Scrivenj May 5, 1910, zvhile the latter was in- toxicated. On May the 5th 'tis sad to tell, Fairbury's worthy marshal fell A victim to the power of rum. Imbibed by one whose brain was numb.) On last election day to get Open saloons they voted wet And May the 5th was opening day And beer and whiskey held full sway. The drinking men who voted wet, Rejoicing at the chance to get A full supply of Satan's fire. Imbibed to their heart's full desire. Ray Scriven, on that fatal day While whiskey o'er him held full sway,' Laid sense and honor all aside And for a pistol quickly hied. His actions were so indiscreet When Marshall Brown he chanced to; meet. The marshall's power he did defy And told the marshall he must die. The marshall told him he must cease And go with him and keep the peace. [ 'Twas then, while whiskey swayed his will He fired the fatal shot to kill. Now men of honor of each town Tell me, who killed poor Amos Brown The worthy guardian of the peace. While at his duty as police? Was it young Scriven, was it not Who fired at Brown the fatal shot King Alcohol then had full sway, Was licensed on election day. To numb men's brains and fight and kill And break the peace whene'er he will And hypnotize the brains of men And lure them to his slimy den. POEMS 97 ^ow is King Alcohol to blame ;f he's sent out to do the same; .'f sent out by the men who vote To shoot men down, o'er sin to gloat? [f you should sell a man the right To murder, cheat and steal and fight; f those vile deeds he then should do Would you be blameless ? I mean you. \h, take this question to your heart, Digest it well in every part; Let justice in your heart prevail, A.nd see which one will tip the scale. Ye men who vote to license sin The victim's revenue to win, Do you expect to blameless be When judged for all eternity? O God, we pray thee, haste the day When men will vote for what they pray. Their honest conscience will obey Then ; they King Alcohol will slay. VERSES FOR ST. VALENTINE'S DAY. Since thou hast pierced with cupid's dart And filled with love this heart of mine, I long to win thy loving heart And be thy chosen valentine. O, I would pierce with cupid's dart And win thee, ever to be mine, 'Twould fill with love my lonely heart. If thou wouldst be my valentine. O loved one, thou, with cupid's dart, Hast deeply pierced this heart of mine. O wilst thou heal this bleeding heart And be my loving valentine. TO THE NEW YEAR'S BELLS. O New Year bells, whose midnight knells Proclaim the passing year, •O ring thee slow and soft and low, For sorrowing hearts will hear. Thy soft sad toll to many a soul , Will tell of hopes now dead. And dear old things to memory clings Pass with the year just fled. We'll bury thought that last year brought Of sorrow, grief and pain. On this glad night renew the fight. New courage take again. When with delight this New Year's night The waiting watchman hear Thy sweet clear note, so gladly float, Ring in the glad new year. 'Tis then, sweet bells, thy music swells Both loud and sweet and clear. Let all rejoice with heart and voice And hail the bright New Year. Then ring this night with wild delight. To cheer and give new life, Put courage in those who would win Success with little strife. LOVE OF THE HEART. No matter what Dame Fortune may deny. As long as health and strength shall with me stay, She cannot shut the windows of the sky And rob me of the glorious light of day. Though cruel fate should thwart my fond desire And bafi^e every effort of my own. She cannot quench the ever-living fire Of love, while reason sits npon her throne. The love of all things just and true and good, The beautiful, the lovely and benign, That views the world as one grand broth- erhood, Will ever live to cheer this heart of mine. The love of nature glowing in my heart Is heaven born and ever will be mine, At no decree of fate will e'er depart, For it is part of God and is divine. That love will be my guide, my beacon light. And point the way through my declin- ing years, My glorious sun by day, my moon by night. To guide me to the higher, better, spheres. 98 POEMS BEAUTIFUL SNOW. O snow ! thou beautiful snow, Gift of the clouds to earth below, Kissing the mountain, the hill and dale ; Flirting with zephyrs, riding the gale ; Child of the clouds on a cold, bleak day, Laughing and chasing in gleeful play; Whirling with many a frolicsome freak, Kissing and moistening many a cheek. Borne on the crest of the raging storm. Chilled by his breath into crystal form. Skipping and dancing" upon the breeze ; Weaving a mantle for earth and trees ; Joys of the winter thy coming doth bring ; Youths of the land many snowballs fling. Thou dost make merry the bells and sleigh. Beautiful snow, thou art king of the day. Wooing the flowers of earth to sleep, Out of thy mantle in spring they'll creep ; Melting with joy thou wilst greet the flowers. Leave them in care of the April showers. No purer gift e'er to man wast given, Emblem of love and truth and heaven. Cleanse me, O God, thy rich love bestow. Make me as pure as the beautiful snow. THE SONG OF THE BROOK. Sweet is thy music in woodland re- sounding, Softly it echoes and lovely the lay, Babbling and singing o'er bright pebbles bounding, Joyfully rippling and gliding away. Pleasing thy rhapsodies, joyfully lending Charms to thy dancing and frolicsome play; Sweet are thy notes with the soft zephyrs blending. Joining in chorus by night and by day. Brilliant as diamonds thy ripples un- folding, Sparkling with sunlight thy bubbles and spray. Mingling with shadows that green leaves are holding, Adding sweet charms that now over thee play. Birds perched aloft in their gladness art! singing. Songs with a cadence and melod^ sweet, ! Soft zephyrs play on the trees sweeth„ ringing, Filling my heart with a joy most com plete. Flow on sweet brook with thy song t( the river, Sound thy glad notes over valley an which the muses play, A golden harp with silver strings vibrj ing day by day; And when they touch those tender chor| rich music, soft and sweet, Rolls forth with sweetest melody prompts thy heart to beat With charming inspiration echoes of t great Divine, And I rejoice to know it beats in unis with mine. I feel that thou art on the plane of syj; pathy and love, _ ' Thy angel friends inspire thy mind 1 dwell in courts above And thus direct thy inmost thought a cause thy heart to feel A love for all humanity and work w\ noble zeal. 'Tis glorious to be imbued with swt poetic fires When muses fill our heart with love a heavenly desires ; With rapture grand we soar aloft a view the heavenly spheres And loving angels bless the wo through us in future years. The noblest impulse of the heart wl we are here below Is to relieve the weak and helpless their grief and woe. And charity to others with a pure, un fish love Will fit us for the higher sphere wh angels dwell above. Oh could I wield, unbridled power, 1 many kings of old, I'd send o'er mead and plain and bo^ relief and help untold, I'd see that each and every class sho each a blessing share And each and all have equal rights ; equal burdens bear. BEHIND THE GOLDEN GATE. They say, behind the shining gate of g Is paradise, adorned with gol streets. And ever blooming flowers there unf And fill the air with fragrance and sweet. POEMS 105 d mansions where the saints in glory- dwell Vnd praise the Lord in robes as white as snow, , d temples where melodious voices swell, d jasper walls where crystal waters flow. 'onder if there's waving in the breeze ireen sun-lit thickets, where sweet songsters dwell, |th plums and cherries hanging on the trees, ind nuts and grapes that children love so well, vonder if there's prairies vast and green Vhere waves the grass and flowers of the lea, lere roses sweet and lilies fair are seen !*hat in my childhood were so dear to me. want the modest violet so blue ^nd honevsuckles that were growing wild, r-get-me-nots that in the valley grew, .''hat sweetly charmed me when I was a child, want the meadow lark's sweet morn- ing call, ?he shepherd dog's shrill bark at twi- light hour, e lovely fields behind the garden wall, ^'he lawn behind the brook and shady bower. want the creek with water lilies fair, ?he spring whose crystal waters fed the stream, e hum of prairie chickens in the air, ^hey haunt me when of childhood's days I dream, want the children's laughter when they play n hide and seek and romp in childish glee, want my darling babies every day ^o sing and prattle while upon my knee. want the dear old friends I loved so well ^nd loved ones near and dear who were my own, Whose love and kindness did my bosom swell. Who passed away and left me all alone. I wonder if in paradise are these And many other blessings to be given, To give us joy, and sorrow to appease That we may have a happy home in heaven. FORGIVE AND FORGET. No sentence so great that will prove such a winner Or bring such relief when we worry and fret And soften the heart of the saint or the sinner As those magic words "I forgive and forget." In weighing the act of the life of an- other Let charity balance the scale every time. Remember some things are no sin in your brother That in your own acts would be really a crime. Oft times education will work as a leaven. An unbalanced temper our actions will tell, And what to our brother is pleasure and heaven, To us it would sometimes be sorrow and hell. The sin of an act lies in the intention. Not measured by passion or impulse at all. But when the conditions should be a pre- vention, 'Tis then that the crime should the actor enthrall. All men God hath made, we cannot make them over, Then let us not censure nor worry and fret But let us their faults with sweet charity cover And learn that grand lesson, forgive and forget. Oh think of the pattern that Jesus hath brought us To love all our neighbors and pay every debt I 106 POEMS And heed that grand lesson He also hath taught us To ever and always, forgive and for- get. And oft there's a cause that we fail to discover That prompted their acts and we cen- sure them, yet Their innocence, justice and time will uncover And prove it is best to forgive and forget ; And oft inborn passions become the prime mover And cause the weak victims to act in a fret, Then let us their faults with sweet char- ity cover And learn that grand lesson, forgive and forget. FORGIVE AND FORGET. Forgive thy erring brother and forget And throw revengeful feelings all away; Such charity thou never will regret Thy heart will feel much lighter day by day. Thy steps upon life's path will lighter be If from thy heart the heavy load is cast, Thy mental sky so clear that thou canst see And look with charity upon the past. Let not thy anger swell thy passion high That thou wouldst hurl injustice back again ; Let all in sweet oblivion's ocean die. Remembrance will still augment the pain. Let not the grief and sorrow of today Return tomorrow and thy peace de- stroy; Oh let the spectral shadow pass away And in its stead will come sweet peace and joy. Our lives like variant rivers onward glide, Then let us watch the rudders of our keel That we may stem the waves of angei tide And guide our lives to bless the pub! weal. Stir not to wrath by words or acts u told, Its consequence thou ever will regr Let love and kindness erring brothej bind. With charity forgive them and forgi I Kindness and love the weapon thi shouldst wield, Will melt the hardest heart, thout made of stone Its adamant to love's great power w yield, And bring kindness and love back; thy own And change the line that Dame Natv hath laid. By love and kindness change his tre' of thought, 'Twill change the path environme hath made And surely bring the glorious objj sought. Environment and education, too, And temperament, are influencesstrc That cause our brothers unjust thingsj do, And leads them in the path of vice i wrong. Then we with love and charity sho view All men as real probationers of fat Who have not power otherwise to dc And we should pity rather than to h;|/ SUCH AS YOU GIVE YOU Wlli RECEIVE. As like begets like in material thing; The same in a spiritual sense is tn So when you give love unto others th springs A love in their hearts that comes b; to you. But if you give malice and envy ; strife And selfish desires your acts contro Your friends will be few in this eart life— Your own thoughts and actions > dwarf your soul. POEMS 107 3 with ocean's water, the clouds are blessed, he clouds send it back to the earth as rain, hrough rivers it goes to the ocean's breast, And the ocean receives her own again. ' you want good neighbors, be good yourself; Be honest, be just, be upright and true; o right as pertaining to lucre and pelf, The world will then honor and ever bless you. he man who is honest, is just and fair. Who works for the right and will on- ward press, is portion is peace and his conscience clear, ior he ever liveth the world to bless. tien cultivate love for all human kind. Nor from the true path of your duty swerve, 'will ever bring to you sweet peace of mind. 'The world will give to you what you deserve. o matter how far your soul hath flown, Eternal justice awaits you there, nd you will there reap what you have sown. Then in deeds and actions beware, be- ware, nd when you are done with these earthly cares If you have done right you will be at peace, ith joy you will enter those heavenly spheres. For ever and ever your joys increase. IS LIFE WORTH THE LIVING? lis life is worth living a thousand times o'er, Sr nature hath furnished a bountiful store )r all who will use it with body and mind. u go where you will, you her treas- ures will find ; ) on to the mountain and there take a view Of nature's grand treasures that were made for you. The sight you behold is most charming and prime, 'Tis lovely, enchanting, 'tis grand and sublime. In viewing the landscape o'er mountain and lea. O'er meadows and valleys so lovely to see, Your heart swells within you, your love will revive. For nature's grand beauties, you're glad you're alive. Then view the grand rills as they rip- pling go. Meandering down to the river below, Now babbling, now rippling, to angels they sing, To lovers of nature sweet pleasure they bring. They run to the river through valley and lea. Whose waters majestically flow to the sea. The glorious sun, with her soft, mellow light. The landscape illumes, 'tis enchanting the sight. She clothes with rich verdure the hill and the dale, Bedecks in rich grandeur the mountain and vale. Among such grand beauties that nature doth give 'Tis lovely to dwell and 'tis glorious to live. Then eat of the fruit that Dame Nature doth give And lovingly sends it to help us to live; 'Tis lovely and beautiful, charming the eye, A boon to the palate to bless you and I. The flowers so lovely, so sweet and so fine, Exhaling a fragrance so pure, so divine, Makes life worth the living a thousand times o'er. When we know the beauties of nature's grand store. When viewing the gifts nature's God sent to bless, 108 POEMS Is life worth the living? I know you'll say Yes. When taking a look into nature's grand store, You'll wish to be living this life ever ipore ; The peace and contentment oft found in the home Surpasseth all pleasures we find when we roam; The sweets of the home life with those we adore Makes life worth the living a thousand times o'er. Then go to your home, to the loved ones who spend Their lives for your pleasure till this life shall end ; For sweet is the bliss when your loved ones you kiss, A halo of gladness that elsewhere you miss. I say, my dear brother or sister, 'tis true This world and its treasures were all made for you. Enjoy a full measure, this life's but a span. Be happy and stay here as long as you can. KENTUCKY. Tune, "Marching Through Georgia." Come dear friends, and listen while a story I relate — Tell you what's the matter with my old Kentucky state. When competing with the states, she at the top will rate, That's what's the matter with Ken- tucky. Chorus. Hurrah! Hurrah! praise her with joyful song. Hurrah! Hurrah! the gladsome phrase prolong. Old Kentucky's at the front when com- petition's strong. That's what's the matter with Ken- tucky. She has royal products of Kentucky S(| and air, j Horses exquisitely fine, and lovely ladi| fair. I Scattered o'er her landscape you can fi| them everywhere, t Fine ornaments for old Kentucky. Fine stock is her great success, tkefj no one will deny. At the front for many years with band flying high When on exhibition she contestants < defy. Sweeping the prizes for Kentucky, j Her tobacco is a source of wealth frtj out the land, ' Giving ample revenue to all who takej hand. , In the commerce of the world it haS royal brand, ^ Filling the coflfers of Kentucky. j Fuel is abundant and bought cheaplyrj a whole, Forests of fine timber that are underl with coal, Made to warm the body and to sati! the soul. While you remain in old Kentucky.- A happy, genial spirit is peculiar to air, Also in the gentlemen and in the lac fair. Also in the products of the still so cc mon there. She's a prolific old Kentucky. Her people are chivalrous, hospitable ; kind, Courteous to all who come, if honi true and kind. Those who act dishonestly will soon left behind, If they remain in old Kentucky. If you're out for pleasure and they kr you to be square. No place in the universe that you better fare. But to trample on their rights you nei never dare, Such is the style in old Kentucky. Many sons are honored with a handl their name — POEMS 109 ajah, sah, or Colonel sah, upon the scroll of fame, r of old Kentucky is conducive to the same, When you are dwelling in Kentucky. le has many loyal sons the statesman's ranks to swell, so many statesmen who in knowledge do excell, any who could fill the president's chair full well, Now bringing honors to Kentucky. id for ladies beautiful, none with her can compete, rery type of beauty with her daughters is complete; ho contests her honors to themselves will bring defeat, Also bring honors to Kentucky. 1 my old Kentucky, thou art very dear to me, ly dear hills and valleys always beauti- ful to see. here e'er I chance to roam, my heart remains with thee, My native land, my own Kentucky. )NSCIENCE IS A CREATURE OF EDUCATION. every man's brain is a monitor dwell- ing Who watches his master by day and 1 by night. sits as a judge of his acts, ever telling, And pointing the way unto justice and right. lis monitor judge is a part of his being And always believes what his master believes. t cannot progress or have power of seeing Except through the knowledge his mas- ter receives. is master's belief formed by his edu- cation. Will dictate the question the judge has to solve. The judge will decide by his master's dic- tation And say right or wrong at the master's resolve. This judge is his conscience, and his education Has molded his sentiment and his be- lief; And conscience the child of his mental dictation Decides with its master, for he is its chief. So if you believe that a wrong is a right, sir. When you do that wrong you will feel you've done right, You'll have no remorse but will feel in good plight, sir, Your conscience will have no rebuke to indite. A man who is honest will always en- deavor To say and to do what he thinks to be right. And when he thinks wrong 'tis a power- ful lever, It governs his acts with great power and might. His conscience is clear and his judge will approve him. And tell him to go on repeating with might. And no opposition will change or will move him, Because he believes that he is doing right. Then we should weigh well all our acts before doing And see that they accord with the golden rule, Do justice to all while life's journey pursuing. Be ever a student in justice's school. Then parents and teachers beware what you're teaching Lest you propagate an approval of sin, And clergymen all please beware what you're preaching Lest you preach an error and let Satan in. 110 POEMS THE POWER OF LOVE. A mighty power for good in man is love, It rules the universe and all therein ; It emanates from heavenly courts above And overcomes and dwarfs the power of sin. If true love should pervade all human mind From peasant to the king upon his throne, And with an endless tie all hearts should bind And make each view all interests as his own ; Then every heart would be imbued with love. Our judges would vacate and courts adjourn. In peace and harmony the world would move And lawyers to pursuits of peace re- turn. Then every one the power of love could see And realize its glory and its worth; This world a mighty paradise would be, And heaven would be here upon the earth. O Father come with love and quickening power And cleanse each sinful heart and en- ter in; Be to each heart as dew is to the flower, er, And purge the world of selfishness and sin. TO THE OCEAN. Thou mighty ocean, crystal flood. Thou to the world's great brotherhood Art giving blessings every day, To help the millions on their way. Their ships upon thy bosom fly, Thy fisfi augment their food supply. Thy majesty, grand and sublime. Will long defy the hand of time. And when thy restless waves doth pour Thy rolling waters 'gainst the shore, It proves thy destiny to be To lave the earth from sea to sea. To bathe her face and bring to life Rich treasures, of which she is rife, That those who on her bosom rest Be ever by thy bounty blest. The mighty hand that doth control And calm thy waves, that onward roll Will also send thy rich supply Of crystal waters from the sky; Will keep thee full and ever free To loan thy waters ceaselessly, Unto the earth by giving much To bring to life by moistening touch. And kisses sweet and gentle grace With verdure clothe her lovely face. | When thou hast bathed her lovely f^| She soon returns, with thankful gracei The sparkling waters thou hast given; The blessed gift to thee from heavem Are thus returned again to thee In grateful reciproicty. The sparkling drops of dew and rairj And thou receivest thine own again. Thus mighty ocean thou hast taught A truth, with a grand lesson fraught,! That what we to the world shall give: The same we'll from the world receive Oh then we should in all we do. In word or act, be always true. THE SUNNY SOUTH. When frost begins to chill the breeze And strip the leaves from lovely trecb And wild geese seek a southern clime. Foreboding signs of winter time. 'Tis then to southern ports I go, Where winter's sun shines with a glo\' Of mellow light that warms the air And flowers are blooming all the year. And gentle breezes, sweet, benign. Like angels' voices 'mongst the pine. Play with the branches to and fro. Those voices soft and sweet and lov; With gentle zephyrs sweetly sing; With melody the heavens ring, And when the evening shades appear With anthems soft and sweet and cle As twilight golden hours creep POEMS 111 iy lull you into balmy sleep ; A many flowers rich and rare th fragrance sweet perfume the air; d lovely birds flit on the wing )m tree to tree and sweetly sing, ropic fruits of golden hue ,/er ripening fresh and new. d tourists from many a state )m early autumn until late ; going there from northern climes spend the winter and their dimes, is delightful and so nice leave behind the snow and ice d while the winter hours away, lere flowers are blooming every day, POETICAL APHORISMS. If truth and honor guide yott No friend will ever chide you And no evil betide you, When virtue is your creed. If you are in a hurry Then don't begin to worry And get up a great flurry, If you want to succeed. If you should sing a ditty A something that is witty, Please never say you pity All those who cannot sing. :urning with the balmy spring, len northern birds begin to sing d northern suns, with golden sheen, thes hill and dale with lovely green. BE HOXEST, JUST AND CHARITABLE. 'et not thy neighbor's wealth, iming 'twas procured by stealth, Id to others all their due, ough they have more v/ealth than you, )k with kindness on the poor lo have little wealth in store, Ip the helpless on their way, Ip them to withstand the day. vays train within the school It will teach the golden rule ; ler for lucre or for pelf fig dishonor on yourself; er oh ne'er betray a friend, s on whom you can depend. all actions on your part )ve you have an honest heart. your life forever be ed with love and charity, ;n you will by angels be ssed through all eternity; d the Father will bestow ny blessings here below, ss you with His boundless love, •wn you in His courts above. Because they might compel you To listen while they tell you They really can excell you In many another thing. And if you should be wearing Rich silk and satins daring. Do not go to comparing With people who are poor. For they will think it shocking And be your friendship blocking, And soon would cease their knocking, So friendly, at your door. And if you make a blunder Please never stop to wonder. But tear yourself asunder From such a careless mood. Please never go to sighing Because the case is trying. At once commence your vying For everything that's good. If you should be quite dashing And many hearts are smashing Please don't keep up your mashing So many hearts to win. And please beware of flirting And false pretense exerting, For you will be converting Your own poor soul to sin. But if you are good looking And have to do the cooking Then you will soon be booking For some young lover's heart. 112 POEMS If when hungry and tired He gets what he desired The cook will be admired If well done is her part. If you should go for schooling Please stop nonsense and fooling, And sure obey the ruling Of all the teachers there. If good health you desire Be early to retire, And loose clothing acquire, 'Twill make you fresh and fair. ALONE WITH MY THOUGHTS. Father thy loving kindness unto me Awaketh in me reverence and love : But for thy wondrous love I would not be An heir to everlasting courts above, Thy mighty power unbounded and sub- lime Hath called me to exist and dwell with thee That I may, through eternity and time, Enjoy thy boundless gifts so rich and free. Within this lovely world how sweet to live And reverently worship at thy feet. And to thy children everywhere to give A pleasant word and smile to those we meet. Thy glorious sun thou madest to kiss the earth And clothe with royal robes each hill and dale, Its golden rays thus bringing into birth The lovely trees and flowers of the vale. Thy lakes and rivers beautiful to see, Thy hills and mountains co-equal with time, Thy rocks and rills, so beautiful to me, Thy oceans fill my heart with awe sublime. Thy moon, thou madest to gild the earth by night, And starry gems to aid her grand dis- play. To crown the earth with soft and mello light, To guide our footsteps safely on tl way. Father all these through love thou made for me That I might live and love throuj endless time. i Oh may I live through all eternity And worship thee with joy and lo'^ sublime. JOURNEY HOME FROM THE SOUTH. From Hopkinsville, Kentucky, on a sleef er homeward bound j A pleasant way to travel, I no better wij have found, i It wafted me into Mattoon at six A. i\ about, And it was 7:35 when I from there out. I had a sleep while in the car, promotiij much content. Then, after eating breakfast, for Decat I was bent. When at Decatur I arrived, a little aft' nine, 'Twas there I had three hours' rest ar' plenty time to dine. Then I from there at 12:15 my journ did renew. Arriving at dear Bloomington, five mi utes before two. Now when I started from Mattoon t weather was serene, From there to dear old Bloomington viewed a lovely scene. One solid block of prairie farms wi lovely roads between. The birds were sweetly singing and t meadows getting green. "Indeed this is God's country,' T w| tempted to exclaim, I plainly realize it since from Florida came. For there on sand and sunshine and citrous fruit they feast. While here we can raise everything i need for man and beast. POEMS 113 ound my tenants right side up, within my dear old home ; seemed that one and all rejoiced to know that I had come. ^und everything about the city taking on new life, le ladies out in gaudy dress, of which the town is rife, lie temperature was in the eighties for the last two days, )U know the month of March is wont to have some freakish ways. e now have August weather on the 21st of March, hich starts the perspiration good and > takes out all the starch ; it I am looking for a change before the month will close, hink we'll see it cold enough almost to freeze your toes. EARLY AVINTER. pw the days are growing shorter And the weather's growing cold, id the snow comes for a starter As it ever did of old. it here within my sitting room The fire is growing bright, hile all without is on the boom And hustle day and night. sit me by my nice grate fire And read and write, and play le violin and sweet guitar, And wonder if the day ,'ill come to me, while yet there's room. Strew flowers in my way, 'ith fragrance rich and sweet perfume In my declining day. his life is but a fleeting span, A year, a month, a day, hough we may do the best we can To bridge the thorny way Id time will soon life's story tell When it has just begun, ,nd calmly sound our funeral knell. Proclaim life's setting sun We ever should the bright side view, While traveling on our way; Instead of thorns should flowers strew For others every day. And meet all others with a smile And to all men be true, And do to others all the while. As we would have them do. Be kind to everyone we meet, No matter what they do And all the world as brothers greet And to ourselves be true. TO OUR NATAL DAY. Thou glorious Independence day, Our beacon light to point the way ; Thou sacred guard of freedom's home For countless ages yet to come ; Thou glorious day of freedom's dawn, Thou art the grand foundation stone. The temple grand of liberty ; Its lofty pillars rest on thee For freedom's gate thou opened wide, For which thou art this nation's pride. A sacred day thou'lt ever be. This glorious nation's jubilee. Yes, glorious day thou gavest birth The greatest nation on the earth ; A glorious haven did prepare For the oppressed from everywhere. Thy annual round will ever be The guardian of our liberty. Let all with tongues to lisp thy praise On thy glad morn thy banner raise. The stars and stripes proudly unfurl. And teach thy precepts to the world. Let every nation, land and tongue Oft sing thy praise all men among; And burn for thee much incense sweet And bow with homage at thy feet. Cold is the heart and dull the mind That cannot in thee pleasure find. For justice is thy guiding star, For men and nations everywhere. May all the world call thee divine _ And bow with reverence at thy shrine. 114 POEMS SHAPE YOUR OWN DESTINY. Oh never grieve about the past Nor let misfortunes hold you fast, But rise with all your strength and might And set all things to working right. Trust not to luck or fate or chance To bring a happy circumstance. But look with keen, sagacious eye On all events that's passing by. And so manipulate their acts As to produce desired facts. Use honor as the master key To wealth, peace and prosperity. You can a child of fortime be, Shape your own life and destiny. The man who tells himself to wait For luck or chance or fickle fate To bring him fortune, wealth or fame, And many friends, an honored name, Is apt to miss Dame Fortune's car, Be always on the tug of war ; And never by his power and sway Brings opportunity his way. The man who will successful be Makes his own opportunity. And works with power, might and main. Until success he will obtain ; Then he looks back upon the same. With mind and heart calm and serene. Where spiritualists in winter meet From northern states, and many rare And gifted mediums gather there. And many tests of spirit power Are manifest at stated hour. And spirit friends rejoice to meet And join us in communion sweet. Thou blessed camp in Florida Art permanent and there to stay. For whene'er thy loved patrons meet They get a spiritualistic treat. Of sweet conmmunion and good cheer From loved ones who dwell over there In that bright summer land so fair That seemeth distant, yet so near. Oh Casadaga, lovely spot. Thou art with many blessings fraught And many worship at thy shrine. Receiving messages divine. Oh keep thy glorious banner bright, Unfolding God's celestial light. Where all benighted souls can see The vistas of eternity. Oh may thou be the guiding star Of many pilgrims, near and far, To guide them in the paths of right. To harmony and truth and light. Their darkened mental visions clear. Their paths to higher life prepare, Make it so bright, in after years. That they'll attain to higher spheres. CAMP CASADAGA, LAKE HELEN, FLORIDA. Oh Casadaga, thou art fine Amongst the palmetto and pine, Upon the banks so fresh and green Of Spirit lake where thou art seen. Thy cottages of pearly white Illume the darkness of the night, Present a scene both grand and nice, A spiritualistic paradise. Thou dost in regal grandeur stand. Where from thy courts thou dost com- mand A lovely lake, with banks so green. That charms the vision when 'tis seen. Thou art a lovely warm retreat TO COL. JAMES FREEMAN. My dear old friend, with friendship true I sit me down to write to you. Hoping to get a kind response And that you will respond at once. When far away from friends I roam A letter from a friend at home Is balm unto my lonely heart, When friends and I are far apart. No winter here in Florida, It is a lovely place to stay. There's many winter tourists here And flowers blooming all the year. But when the songbirds fly that way POEMS lis nd warble music every day, ,nd spring-time comes, while flowers fair /ith fragrance sweet perfume the air, Iris then I'll homeward wend my way *o Bloomington a while to stay, Lnd join the pleasures and good cheer, ve many friends abiding there. 11 drink the sweet of social life V^ith dear old friends, where pleasure's rife, Vhere all are kind to me you know ind on me honors oft bestow. 'hen when the days are long and warm nd May and June have lost their charm i.nd July is becoming stale, '11 hie me ofif to Lilly Dale. :*o Northern Casadaga fair, Vhere flowers sweet perfume the air ind spirits come with snowy wings, Sweet messages of love to bring ^nd demonstrate and make it plain That after death we live again, ^nd in that spirit land so fair A^e'll join our loved ones over there. rO ELENOR, A FAVORITE NIECE. lenor, the blue-eyed girl is lady of the town yes so bright they shine at night, she wears a pretty gown Pretty locks of golden hair bedeck her pretty crown ; She is a dandy little lady. Chorus. Hurrah ! Hurrah ! for locks of golden hue, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! for eyes so bright and blue. She's the lady of the town, she's pretty, kind and true Such is Miss Elenor the lady. She has a nice driving horse, she calls him Dandy Jim, Horse and harness, buggy too, all look so nice and trim ; Has a nice and speedy clip and always full of vim, Proud of Miss Elenor, the lady. When she goes out riding in her pretty Sunday gown She's the great attraction of the day within the town, And her driver must be nice or she will turn him down ; She is Miss Elenor, the lady. If I had a little girl to come and dwell with me, Nice as Lady Elenor to sit upon my knee, Wouldn't I be happy every time she came to me ; She'd be my darling little lady. THIS LIFE IS WORTH LIVING. This life is worth living when we count its pleasures o'er; We find that nature always keeps a sur- plus in her store, Prepared for us by master hands, if right we time employ. We'll soon unlock her treasure trove and find a world of joy. We see the lofty mountains decked in gorgeous beauty rare. The lovely fields of ripening grain, dame nature doth prepare ; The lovely hills and valleys decked with flowers o'er the lea, The grand majestic rivers, all were made for you and me. We hear the song birds warble in the verdant fields so fair ; Their happy notes of gladness making music rich and rare ; We hear the rippling babbling brook, so sweet while on its way, They tell us to be merry and be happy every day. We feel the mild and balmy air fanned by the gentle breeze, The lovely zephyrs of the spring 'mong flowers, lawns and trees; But sweeter far the loving kiss of dear ones in the home, 116 POEMS Why should we not be happy there and never wish to roam. We taste the fruits so rich and rare, of which we have our choice, The cereals of many fields which makes our hearts rejoice; The luxuries of many climes are coming our way. Why should we not be cheerful and be happy every day. We smell the charming fragrance of the lovely flowers fair As they perfume the breezes with odors, rich and rare ; Then tell me not my brother that you do not wish to stay, That you cannot be happy and be cheer- ful every day. And when our dear friends greet us with a loving word and smile, We feel we want to always live and stay here all the while; Then let us meet our trials and our troubles with a smile, With full determination to be happy all the while. FAREWELL BUT NOT FOREVER. Lines to Mr. M. V. Dulin.zvho nursed the author through a spell of sickness at Camp Casadaga, Florida. Farewell but not forever, Out upon life's boisterous sea I will sail but not forever, I will meet again with thee. Here's a smile for those who love me And a tear from sorrow free, It is shed because I love thee And thou hast cared for me. For thy heart was moved with sorrow When affliction came to me, Thy reward will come tomorrow, For the Lord will care for thee. Though with other skies above me I may joy and pleasure see, I will never cease to love thee And will sweetly think of thee. If I ne'er again shall meet thee On this boisterous earthly plane, I with joy and love will greet thee Where together we'll remain. And will join in songs of gladness With loved ones who passed before, And we'll know no grief or sadness But have bliss forevermore. TO MISS SHAW. A response to a little girl friend of thei author in her first attempt at zvriting] rhymes. Dear little Miss, I wish to say Your letter came to hand today, For one so young in writing rhyme I think the effort really prime. Now please permif me here to say Repeat the effort, day by day. And you will realize indeed That by and by you will succeed. And when at school, please let me say, Do never while your time away In idle gossip or at play, But get your lessons every day. And it will surely come to pass That you will stand first in your class ; And with a kind and loving smile Be kind to schoolmates all the while. Greet every one you chance to meet With pleasant words and smile so sweet; Be good in everything you do Then everybody will love you. LILLY DALE, N. Y. It was July the 5th on a bright and balmy day I hied me off to Lilly Dale to while the time away, For time was passing wearily since I was left alone, I had no friend to comfort me that I could call my own. POEMS 117 \.nd Lilly Dale's a lovely place, 'twould charm your eyes to see, Adhere many charming people in the summer love to be. ris in Chautauqua county, in the grand old state New York, Adhere spiritualists assemble for spiritu- alistic work. Tis near by Lake Chautauqua where the land is high and dry, She sits in regal splendor and is charm- ing to the eye ; Her mansions are all pearly white midst lovely shaded bowers. That's kissed by gentle breezes and the sweet perfume of flowers. Where all is peace and harmony and everything so nice, A. lovely spot, in truth, a spiritualistic paradise ; Where mediums phenomenal their psy- chic powers display, And spirit friends commune with us so sweetly night or day. Those lovely trees and shady bowers, with foliage so green. And mansions white with pebbled streets, suggest a heavenly scene, Where spirit choirs enchant the ear with music soft and low. And happy song birds warble 'mongst the flowers in full bloom. And spirits march to music of the angels full of love, While angels float upon the breeze from heavenly courts above. Oh Lilly Dale thou art to me an inspira- tion new Of everything that's pure and good, and spiritual and true. TO THE HONORABLE S. H. WEST. Brave is the man who marches forth his country to defend And with her foes in fierce array in battle will contend. But greater, grander is the man who pleads with main and might For righteous laws to bless all men with just and equal right; Who acts with noble impulse and dis- criminative mind, Who with fine sense of justice the right side is sure to find. Such men are nature's noble men, with truth and justice rife. They are in truth with nature, love and honor rules their life. In old McLean there yet remain some such as I describe Who yet upon her hills and vales her free air to imbibe ; And nature with her handiwork so full of harmony. Hath charms that are the ruling force to shape their destiny. A noble piece of nature's work and full of truth and love. In harmony with all the world and spirits from above. Is yet in glorious old McLean, he is one of the best. With honor I inscribe his name, 'tis Hon. S. H. West. VANITY OF VOTARIES OF FASHION. "I vow" says Mrs. Love-to-dress While counting fashions o'er, "If I was Mrs. Annie Cress Whose husband keeps a store I'd dress up in the latest style And cut a swell, you know, With hubby at the circus And we'd stay to see the show" "My land," says Mrs. Annie Cress, While watching Mrs. Blank, "She's amply able well to dress Her husband runs a bank. She has her servants do her work. All luxuries at hand, If I were fixed like Mrs. Blank I'd dress to beat the band." "Alas," said pretty Mrs. Blank "How very nice, I'm sure. To be the wife of Mr. King, Beside them we are poor. If we were rich as are the Kings The world I'd travel o'er, 118 POEMS I'd lead the fashions don't you know And pleasures have galore." And thus I fear 'twill ever be Until old time shall end, The more a woman has you see The more she wants to spend ; That same small imp called vanity So well has learned his trade He preys upon the vanity Of matron and of maid. GOD DOETH ALL THINGS WELL. When I was yet a little boy And yet was very small It would have been to me a joy To have been big and tall. Chorus. No matter what we've got Or what the fates have brought, Our nature is to always want Something we haven't got. When I had very little cash And little wealth had found I wanted to possess the earth And have it fenced around. What wealth and knowledge I possess My efforts did provide, I now would not be what I am Had I been satisfied. 'Tis well that God has given us Desire to possess, If we were always satisfied We never would progress. Then onward press, at once proceed, And do the best you can. And if at first you don't succeed. Get out and try again. WE ARE THE ARCHITECTS OF OUR OWN DESTINY, "Dear Angel lead me through the spheres." I cried in suppliant tone, "Where I can dwell for endless years Around the great white throne." The angel answered with a smile , "Dear child thou canst not go Until thy heart is free from guile Thy soul as white as snow. "Hast thou thy weaker brother cheered To cause him to aspire To nobler deeds and purer words, ' That he may still climb higher. "And when poor strangers, beggars stand And kindly ask for bread Dost thou extend a helping hand And see that they are fed. "And hast thou lived an honest life, A student of the school That teaches all in peace or strife To live the golden rule. "And dost thou love on all bestow, Kindness to all extend, By greeting all thou chance to know As brother, sister, friend. "And dost thou justly deal with men. Defraud none of a cent, Pay every honest farthing when The bill to thee is sent. "When thus thou faithfully hast done And thou'rt prepared to go, I'll lead thee to the great white throne Where all is white as snow." We build the ladder day by day To climb to heaven above With words and deeds while on the way The promptings of true love. IN FLORIDA. The wintry breeze is soft and low The mossy pines bend to and fro, The sunlight has a mellow glow And days pass quiet, still and slow- In Florida. The stately palm and palmetto And needle pines their beauty show, The queen of flowers, lovely rose, POEMS 119 With royal flowers flames and glows — In Florida. The lakes are calm, with here and there Some lily pads and blossoms fair, And wild birds now and then fly o'er Or swim about from shore to shore — In Florida. The misty light of evening shows The long moss swaying on the trees, Perfume of flowers where e'er you please, Jasmine and roses scent the breeze — In Florida. The moon lights up a lovely scene Where everything is fresh and green, And in the distance oft is heard The sweet song of the mocking bird — In Florida. What can I say that would praise more The beauty of her hill and shore, Man's words are poor and weak and few, When nature's scenes are spread to view — In Florida. Where winter days and nights pass by As peaceful as a lullaby, And storms of winter never come, Would you not like it for a home? In Florida. THOSE EYES OF BLUE. Written for a cousin Richard Durrett, aged ten years, who loved his little blonde schoolmate. I know a pretty little girl, Her eyes a lovely blue. She is a student at my school, I think that she will do Chorus. And if those eyes of blue To me are always true, I'll give her love and candy too. Now really wouldn't you? 1 That little girl is in my class I think her sweet and fair. For beauty others she'll surpass With lovely golden hair. When I'm a man in size and ways Sure it will be my pride To take her out of sunny days And have a buggy ride. If then I think that she will do To travel with for life, I surely will to her be true And take her for my wife. TO SUNDAY, THE DAY OF REST. Welcome thou glorious day of rest We hail thy kind return. Thou art the day we love the best Of thee we love to learn. Thou bringeth joy to every heart Wherever we may be. Thou bringeth rest to every part And we rejoice in thee. Thy sacred inspiration sweet, On each returning morn. Brings news that's sweet when e'er wc meet, There was a Saviour born. O glorious day both far and near With thee we spread the light. And teach the children everywhere To battle for the right. Thy influence will ever be As boundless as the earth, Proclaiming over land and sea News of the Saviour's birth. O may thy sacred precepts reign With every land and tongue, Thy sacred influence remain In power all men among. REVERENCE FOR THE LAW. Let reverence for the laws be breathed By every loving mother To lisping babe upon her knee, Its sister and its brother. Let it be taught in every school. Also in every college, That every one may come to know The better part of knowledge. 120 POEMS Let it be written in all books, In almanacs and primers, It will be good for thieves and crooks, And for all other sinners. Let it from all pulpits be preached That all may hear and heed it, And be held sacred by all courts For God has long decreed it. It is the pillar of our peace, The bulwark of the nation. Its glorious benefits increase And aid civilization. SPIRIT RETURN. Man, while yet in this house of clay, Encumbered by material things, Can dimly see the dawn of day That spirits round his pathway brings. If each and all could rend the veil And clearly see the spirit spheres. Take from their eyes the blinding scale 'Twould bring much joy through end- less years. And all would know that day by day Our loved ones come and walk with us. Know everything we do or say. And seek a chance to talk with us. Then we would open wide the door And often walk and talk with them. We'd call them from the spirit shore. With loving hearts rejoice with them. The time is coming, almost here. That all in this enlightened age Will gladly seek to see and hear. Their spirit friends from youth to sage. Then doubt it not, my skeptic friend, Nor say that spirits do not come. Go seek the truth, then you'll defend And seek to meet them in your home. INS AND OUTS OF LIFE, The ins and outs I here indite Are precepts that will guide you right, And if you heed them day by day Will bring much pleasure on your waj Keep in your pocket ready cash And out of debt a habit rash. Keep in the straight and narrow path And out of acts that kindle wrath. Keep in good cheer with smiling face And out of quarrels which bring disgrace Keep in dry clothing day and night And out of doors when weather's bright Keep honor bright in all your sports And out of all evil resorts, Keep in one business, line or trade And out of snares by others made. Keep always in good company And never go out on a spree. If these precepts you'll ever heed Your life will be happy indeed. And you will have no cause to weep But you can calmly, sweetly sleep. And when in this life's busy whirl You will be loved by all the world. BE GOOD. Do all the good you can while here To smooth the thorny way. Be cheerful and be happy And cheer others day by day. Drive out all mean and vicious thoughts i When they pervade your mind, Be honest, true, and faithful. And to all the world be kind. Give vent to no untimely words Or expressions of wrath, Let all your acts and words be in The straight and narrow path, Reproach riot those weak ones who fall From paths of virtue stray, Lead them through loving kindness To the straight and narrow way. Your acts and words tho good or bad Like stones thrown in the sea, Their influence will onward roll Through ages yet to be, If good, they will lift many souls To happiness and joy. If bad they will cause misery And many souls destroy. .1 POEMS 121 TO GEORGE E. HOLLENBECK, DECEASED. Mr. Holleiibeck was the financial agent of the author in Missouri, a friend and an exemplary man. Dear brother, since thou art gone, sadly we miss thee, O'er shadowed with sorrow we mourn thee in vain, rhy loved ones at home who so fondly caressed thee Are lonely and long for to meet thee again. The reaper has claimed thee at richest full blooming, Whilst thou in full armor wast guard- ing the field, With courage supreme thy own life work assuming When death with his sickle hath forced thee to yield. Oh sad is our fate, death can never re- place thee. With loved ones at home on this earth ly domain. And never on earth can thy loved ones embrace thee, In realms of bliss they will meet thee again. For thou hast ascended to mansions of glory With bright saints immortal forever to dwell, And bright angels singing thy beautiful story Descend to the earth the glad story to tell. Oh oft wilt thou come from those man- sions of pleasure And join with thy loved ones, as thou hast before, To comfort and bless them as earth's dearest treasure. And lead them to mansions of rest evermore. Thy face among men will be missed, and with sorrow, At home round the board will be vacant thy chair, But soon we will meet in the bright blooming morrow And greet thee with joy in those man- sions so fair. SMILE. Smile, smile, be sad no more, Forget thy seeming trials, And think of blessings many a score And wreath thy face with smiles. Then wear a smile upon thy face Of love that's free from guile, Let charity and love and grace Forever make thee smile. For on thy face we see a scroll Made by thy thoughts and trials. Thy face an index of thy soul Should e'er be wreathed in smiles. Thy evil thoughts thou canst not hide While all thy thoughts are vile, Then let eood thoughts with thee abide And always wear a smile. Thy smile will countless blessings bring, It cheers thy friends the while, Thou'lt be in love with everything If thou willst wear a smile. Then wear a smile upon thy face Of love that's free from guile. Let charity and love and grace Make thee forever smile. A GREETING. To a lady friend in Pennsylvania who sent me a fine copy of select poems as an affectionate tribute for Christmas. My dear friend, I greet you and send you good cheer And wish you a prosperous, happy, New Year. Your beautiful booklet arrived in due time, The sentiments in it are grand and sub- lime. No lovelier tribute affection could give, A handsomer present no one could re- ceive. 122 POEMS The beautiful donor may feel on her part, 'Twill ever be treasured deep down in my heart. The beautiful flowers can wither and die, Their ashes when scattered to windward will fly, The beautiful thoughts that its pages ex- press Will live through eternity, ever to bless. The beautiful precepts and love in each line Are charming my heart as around it they twine. Its lovely influence forever will be A boon to the reader, a blessing to thee. And when in your home those few lines you may greet Remember me kindly to friends whom you meet, My friendship is sacredly loyal and true, My heart ever has a warm corner for you. TO COUSIN M. V. DULIN AND SIS- TERS OF HOPKINSVELLE, KY. Farewell, but when e'er thou art happy and gay With music and song at the close of the day, Then think of the friend who with music so free Hath smothered his griefs to be happy with thee. His griefs, although smothered, still with him remain. Yet much thou hast brightened his path- way of pain ; He ne'er will forget the blest hours that he Was charmed by thy kindness, while lingering with thee. And when in the future the evening doth still Bring music and pleasure, thy mansion to fill. Where'er I may roam, though in sorrow or blest, My soul will, dear friends, on that night be thy guest. And join in thy music, thy pleasures, tl And hold sweet communion time cann(j 1( destroy; Bring fond recollections of those hapi|t hours I spent in thy mansion, thy parlor, tli bowers. J s Though fate may conspire against reli Sweet thoughts of past pleasures slf" cannot destroy; They'll tell of sweet pleasures that w used to share And still have the features that joy use to wear. '^ •4 Tl Long, long will those pleasures in meni., ory bright Bring joy to my heart, in the day or tl.,; night, IJ Bring sweet recollections with pleasu:f| to me, Of thy loving kindness so bounteous ar: free. tl TO W. W. JOHNSON AND WIFE 0\ HOPKINSATILLE, KY. Dear cousins I will ne'er forget Thy loving kindness since we met And peaceful hours of content That in your mansion I have spent. When future home pleasures are nigh The stars are in the azure sky And music fills thy spacious halls And other friends within thy walls. Then think of one whose lonely years Are filled with sorrow, grief and tear But who while in your mansion fair Forgot his griefs while lingering there. Was happy though the hours were few, Because of friends so kind and true. At evening when elsewhere I roam My soul will visit at thy home. And join thy pleasures and good cheer, ^ Return to me though far or near, Rejoicing if some one while there Has whispered, "I wish he were here." P O E AI S 123 ong, long those memories will remain, tow thou hast soothed my grief and pain. e strengthened when I think of you ,ike flowers freshened by the dew. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. 'he soul that hath not found its mate s ever wistful of its fate, ind longing for its ideal 'o crystalize into the real. ind when the ideal appears, dthough they waited many years, 'he eye and heart will soon discern ^he flame that then begins to burn. ■"or Cupid fairly plays his part, ?y shooting both right through the heart, ^nd kindles thus the flame of love, "'hat had its birth in spheres above. ^nd while that flame is growing bright t warms their hearts, and they unite Vnd when together or apart prue love will linger in each heart. ^nd if they cannot meet at will True love will ever linger still Vnd they will hold, where e'er they be. [Communion through telepathy. ^o matter what stern fate may do ie cannot kill a love that's true. Their lives will be one long, sweet day, f they love's dictates will obey. \nd, if on earth they cannot be Jnited for eternity. They will vmite within the spheres .,\nd live and love for endless years. DRY THOSE TEARS. Dry those tears, cheer up, I pray, ?or he who rules by night and day vVill ever watch and guide the way And bring thee peace and pleasure. \.nd time and patience will suffice To bring conditions truly nice, ii\nd thou need make no sacrifice ' 'Twill greet thee with full measure. Doth not each angry, clouded sky, Roll back its curtains by and by To let the sunbeams earthward fly? Then everything rejoices. When thou art weary, worn with strife, And art with daily troubles rife. Sweet thoughts of friends will bring new life, Through faith thou'lt hear their voices. Then sister, brother, neighbor, friend, Look on the bright side to the end And trust in God, who will defend And bring sweet consolation. Those who by faith His promise hold And are by honest hearts controlled. He will install within his fold And smile with approbation. A LETTER A response to a beautiful letter from a lady friend after having received a copy of the book of poems and song by the author. Your kind epistle came on time And really gave me joy sublime To know that friends of former days Appreciate my feeble lays ; I feel that, if you read with care. And get the thoughts that in it are. That you will like it more and more As you peruse its pages o'er. For truthfully the book portrays The pioneers of early days. As I have seen them live and strive Since autumn eighteen thirty-five, I know their customs and their ways For I was here in early days. The many questions of today Are treated in a candid way. For when I write I do incline _ To score and hew close to the line ; If some do not my ideas share "Tis well ; I have my conscience clear, And when I lay me down to rest I feel that I have done my best. That if the message I have sent Is worthy and with blessings blent. And soon their future lives will bless And add unto their happiness And my poor efforts blessings give. "Twere better then that I should live The song does honestly express 124 P O E iM S The sentiments that I possess, There's nothing dearer in this life Than my dear children and my wife. Where'er I went or chanced to roam The dearest friends were those at home, Who now are on the other shore And still I love them more and more. The days pass by like lonely years And oft I find myself in tears And seek to drive the tears away With fleeting pleasures of the day. Then courage take to yet be brave And live that I may others save, And guide them in the paths of truth, While they are in their tender youth. The letters from old friends today Are flowers strewn upon my way. And to my heart bring joy anew. Like flowers quickened by the dew. They soothe the pangs of grief and woe Like sunshine melts the frost and snow. Could I call back years that have flown And have those loved ones of my own, Dear wife and children round my knee To love, caress and comfort me, My ecstacy would be supreme, I sometimes have them in a dream. The^ come with messages of love And tell of lovely courts above. will it not be joy sublime When I pass to that spirit clime To have my loved ones round me there, Within that land so bright and fair, To greet me with a fond caress And loving words my heart to bless. Where we will ever more abide, Be happy and be satisfied. When these few lines you chance to read, 1 trust you will give proper heed And, if they add unto your joys, Remember me in Illinois ; In correspondence do your part To cheer my sad and lonely heart. RESPONSE TO MISS K. KISER, OF CANTON, ILL. Bloomington, 111., Sept. 12, 1907. Dear friend, your letter came today And, in reply, I wish to say Your kindness I appreciate, To you a story I'll relate. I wish to say, while at the camp, I to Niagara took a tramp And saw the great Niagara Falls, Where in the gorge 'twixt rocky walls A river falls three hundred feet, And mists arise, your eyes to greet, Through which the sun with golde sheen Brings forth a lovely rainbow scene. how my heart did bound and leap To see those mighty waters sweep. And whirl and rage and foam and roa:^ Within the abyss where they pour. And then between those rocky walls The river runs below the falls, And o'er the rapids swiftly rides. Plunges and leaps with rapid strides. September first I came this way. At Bloomington awhile to stay And found my tenants well the while, And all did greet me with a smile. You say that in the recent past You have not been progressing fast, 1 wish to say my sister dear Be not discouraged, never fear. For perseverance is the key That will unlock the prize for thee. And if you keep yourself in tune Efficient work will come quite soon. And I will say the more I write The easier I can indite. And I will ever be your friend In writing rhymes until the end. And hope you will develop soon, You'll then enjoy the precious boon, The more you write the more you'll grov 'Twill come quite easy then you know. For when you concentrate your mind With all your power, you will find The spirit help will come with ease And write a message that will please. Then Katy you must ever feel That you must persevere with zeal. And exercise both mind and soul If you would reach the precious goal. POEMS 125 A LETTER ! response to a congratulatory letter and invitation to visit my old friend D. R. Potter, of Harper, Kansas. Bloomington, 111., Nov. 14, 1909. rejoice much to know that you still are my friend, sir. That past days are bright in your mem- ' orv still. ike mine they'll remain bright and dear to the end, sir. They oft bring me joy and my bosom they swell. oft think of thee when we were in full manhood. We stood for the right, for the roads and the fair. ^''e used every effort to do every man good, The fruits of our labor does still re- main there. lut since those bright days many changes have come, sir. That brought with them sorrow, and tears fell like rain. t seemed like our pleasures were ended at home, sir, But time has brought to us home pleas- ures again. |ly dear little wife is a darling, a treas- ure, Like yours she is kind as a wife well can be, L comfort in health and a joy beyond measure, In sickness a shield and a blessing to me. ler mental attainments are all I could ask for And also she plays the piano quite fine, (he plays the guitar as an evening task, sir. And plays a fine second to music of mine. Che story you read of the book was a fact, sir. She wrote for a copy to keep as her own. Her letter viras fine, just the kind to at- tract, sir, The penmanship splendid and I liked its tone. I sent her my book without money or price, sir, And also my song called, "The Loved Ones at Home," She sent me her thanks in a letter so nice, sir, I then felt impressed that to me she would come. I then wrote a letter and asked for her photo And soon I thereafter to Cuba did sail. She sent it to me and it missed me, in toto. And followed to Cuba, by way of the mail. And when it arrived through the mail to Havana. I had just departed for Florida's coast, And when at Lake Helen, where I had friends many It followed me there all around through the post. And when I received it, I gazed on its face, sir. Such beautiful eyes I had seldom be- held. With countenance mild and sweet, so full of grace, sir. All my lady friends, sir, I thought she excelled. We then corresponded until the next spring, sir, I then made a visit to her mother's farm. 'Twas there we first met and she was just the thing, sir, She played charming music, but she the best charm. Her charms were so sweet that she soon made a capture And I fell a victim to music and song. Her sweet charming music my soul did enrapture And I soon decided to take her along. 126 P O E ]\I S We kept the mails warm till the next holiday, sir, And soon after that, sir, we had the knot tied. 'Twas in February, the 23rd day, sir, We then came to Bloomington, home to abide. The kind invitation to us you extended I'll ever remember with heart full of love; So much of my life is already expended We may never meet until meeting above. My health is not good, but I still will endeavor To stay upon earth and my health to improve. The power of mind is a wonderful lever To brace up our health here, as on- ward we move. You sometimes come back to your old stamping ground, sir, Renewing your love for old friends tried and true. So when you come back do not fail to come round, sir, I long much to see your fair lady and you. So good-bye, dear D. R., may conscience compel you To write me again soon as this reaches you. There's nothing so sweet as a letter to tell you Of dear loving friends whom you al- ways found true. Always your friend, J. F. MYERS. TO A FRIEND IN BLOOMINGTON, ILL. Written at Lilly Dale, N. Y., Aug. 1, 1907. My dear old friend, with friendship true, I sit me down to write to you ; Your kind epistle I received, Which very much my heart relieved. A prompt response this will contain Hoping to hear from you again, When far from home my way I wend, A letter from a valued friend Is balm unto my lonely heart. When I and friends are far apart. This is a lovely place I'm sure To spend the warm part of the year. And lovely folks assemble here Beside the Lake so bright and clear, To while away the pleasant hours In lovely parks and shady bowers. And mansions white, and trees so gree Where many lovely flowers are seen, Where spirit friends rejoice to meet And join us in communion sweet. We have grand lectures every day To teach and cheer us on the way. An orchestra we daily greet That charms the heart with music swee( And all who may desire or wish With hook and line to catch some fish, Can soon procure a little boat And out upon the water float. Where they can very soon procure A dainty mess of fish, I'm sure. If you were here now, don't you see How very, very nice 'twould be To share our pleasures day by day, And while the pleasant hours away Among the lovely shady bowers And mansions fair, perfumed with flo\ ers. And when the evening shades appear To some good medium draw near. An hour spend your heart to cheer With spirit friends so near and dear. For mediums of every phase Your drooping spirits here to raise Are giving tests, that we confess Are from our spirit friends to bless, And guard us in our earthly strife And lead us to a higher life. O it is beautiful to know That in the spheres our children grow From infancy to mature size, To thinking minds 'tis no surprise. They're taught, though they pass out birth. What mature ones had learned on eart POEMS 127 'is grand to know the old in years row younger when they reach the spheres, nd ever after they will be .8 they were at maturity. ;rhen these few lines you chance to see ;e kind enough to write to rne, ind if it is your heart's desires 'o cheer the heart of J. F. Myers. A VISIT TO WAUKEGAN AND CHICAGO. is I in Waukegan did roam ^coking for a pleasant home, Vhere faces fair and voices sweet iVould joyously my presence greet. ^ door was opened unto me Vnd I a lady's face did see, A''ith beaming eyes and pleasant smile ^.nd seeming pure and free from guile. \. cordial welcome gave to me, »Vith gracious mien and modesty, iVhich brought the consolation sweet That always comes when old friends meet. While I was lingering there for rest My lonely heart was soothed and blest. For incidents of times now old Were oft repeated, often told. A.nd friendship once so warm and true Those pleasant hours did renew, And pleasant memories will remain To soothe my sorrows, ease my pain. Three days I gladly lingered there With friends so true, so kind and fair, "rhen did with friends a visit make In the great city by the lake. Five days I gladly there remained And royally was entertained, With loving friends I used to see Which gave much pleasure unto me. May health and strength with me remain jfThat I may meet those friends again, i Renew those ties of love and joy, KThat time and space can ne'er destroy. For life would be to me a blank And I would be a lonely crank, If I my friends could never meet And hold with them communion sweet. Those dear old friends of fifty years Did much to check my lonely tears. Their kindly acts from day to day Were flowers blooming on my way. From faces fair and voices sweet Consoling words my ears did greet, And other friends of later days With cheerful voices, pleasant ways. My pleasant visit joyful made While in that great city I stayed. Then to the Bangs sisters I hied. On Adams street where they abide. Six hundred fifty-four, they stay, Where you can find them every day. As spirit p.sychics they are grand For spirits with a cunning hand Make spirit portraits much of late. In all the phases demonstrate A wondrous power, good, benign, That proves by works it is divine. The portrait of my mother dear. Also my son while I was there Were made for me by spirit power, Each one in less than half an hour. I sat and saw those portraits made. By spirit hands the paint was laid. As they developed in the light 'Twas to my eyes a lovely sight. It was to me a source of joy To see my mother and my boy. To see those portraits lovely, grand. Developed by a spirit hand. The background first was quickly made And next the face, with light and shade And last of all they made the eyes, 'Twas all to me a great surprise. In truth the shading of the face Was done with elegance and grace. And I could see the colors blend. But could not see the spirit hand. If any one these facts should doubt They'll get their vain conceit knocked out, 128 POEMS If they the time and money spend To get the portrait of a friend. I then for Bloomington did steer, And when the cars had brought me here My friends a welcome did extend, With greetings at my journey's end. A MESSAGE FROM MY SPIRIT WIFE. Through the mediumship of Miss Kate Kiser. O forget me not, dear friends so true, And cherish the little flower so blue In memory of one who dwells In spirit land; I'll not say farewell, For there is no death, I'll bid you joy. For happiness is here without alloy, So cherish the little flower so blue With sweet remembrance, and imbue The little forget-me-not with love, For we gather them here in lands above. Wear them upon your breast for me, For blue is true, that I may see I'm not forgotten dear ones by you For they are lovely when wet with dew, Thus in your memory ever dear I'll sweetly live from year to year. Note — Prior to the above I had received from my spirit wife a message written between two closed slates in her own identical hand writing and being an artist in earth life she painted a forget- me-not flozver on the slate as an evi- dence of her identity to which she re- fers in the tivo subsequent little poems. LINES FROM MY SPIRIT WIFE. Sweet are the flowers on this September day. But sweeter the memories of days gone by When our love was sweet as the flowers in May, Bright as the sunshine, love can never die. Dear one so true wear the flower so blu, And forget-me-not while on earth yoj stay. * Happy days are in store dear one fo^ you, I I But wear the forget-me-not every da^J Be bright and happy, oh dear one so tru'd For blessings are showered on you ever day, Heaven's brightest angels are sent to yo;' To make your life bright as a day i* May. Scatter the seeds of kindness in all yoT do. i For all time I'll wear the flower sti blue, And rejoice, be glad, if you wear it toi As the days and years unfold to you. TO A LADY FRIEND OF BLOOM1 INGTON, ILLINOIS. At Lilly Dale, in New York State, With pen in hand I here relate A brief account, in my quaint way, Of thoughts that I would like to say. Your message came the other day And it was short, I here will say, But brought to me the pleasant though' That you, dear friend, forget me not. Now Lilly Dale is in full blast And spirit truths come thick and fast. For mediums are plenty here. They're here and there and everywherei We have them here in every phase Some of their work deserves greai: praise, I have from spirit friends of mine Some messages that's very fine. I held the slates while they were made And I am sure no fraud was played. Loved ones materialized for me And I could very plainly see The lovely features of my wife, Just as they were while in earth life; And daughter Stella came to me As sweet and nice as she could be. P O E Al S 129 nd brother George he also came, s in earth life he looked the same, hey all brought loving words of cheer o soothe and comfort me while here. ■ you these facts cannot believe nd think I fain would you deceive, lOur doubts will soon be set aside ;nd you will in the truth confide. /hen you the spirits do consult ou will be proud of the result .nd thank your stars that you can state 'hat spirits do communicate. 'our spiritual knowledge will increase 'our mind will be much more at peace, Lud you will interested be n spiritual philosophy. ly health is fairly good today md many pleasures come my way. think I would get stout and hale f I would stay in Lilly Dale. 'or here are groves with lovely bowers ^nd mansions fair, perfumed with flow- crs Vnd graveled streets where e'er you go ^nd ladies fair who are not slow, Phat greet you with a pleasant smile ^nd chat complaisantly the while. Po help us while the time away A'^e have two lectures every day, Chat all who wish their ways to mend rhese splendid lectures can attend, Vnd while the lecturer's at rest rhe band makes music of the best. A^'hen these few lines you chance to greet ;f they your approbation meet \nd you our friendship would increase, Exchange of thoughts should never cease. This message leaves me quite as well as when I saw you last, I hope to be as well again as I was in the past. When this you see remember me your friend though far away. And let me have a letter from your hand without delay. And when your letter I receive I will re- joice to know That you are gay and happy still, at writ- ing never slow. My own dear true and loving friends with doors thrown open wide. Who grasp my hand so lovingly and ask me to abide Have made my life less lonely in my few declining years And have far less of sorrow and far less of lonely tears, O may the ruling powers that be help me to plainly see The good in all my loving friends who minister to me. And overlook with charity each fault th^t may appear And meet all with a pleasant smile and loving words of cheer. Relieving every sorrow that is in my power to do And strew sweet flowers in the path of friends so kind and true. rO MY OLD FRIEND, A. G. PHELPS, OF FAIRBURY, ILL. At Lilly Dale in New York State, July the eighteenth day, I sit me down to write to you, though you are far away, I hope when you these lines receive you 11 be in perfect health And the giver of all good will give you joy and wealth. DEAR DOCTOR AND COUSIN VAN. Written to Dr. Ketchen and Cousin Van Dulin, of Hopkinsville, Ky. In re- sponse to a letter from them stating that Dr. Kitchem and wife and Cousin Van and sister would accompany me to Cuba the next winter. I just arrived from Lilly Dale And am not feeling very hale. For want of sleep and needed rest I can't expect to feel my best. Since winding up my southern rounds I've gained about eleven pounds And, if said flesh with me abide, I think I will be satisfied. When safe at home I did receive i 130 POEMS Your message, and it did relieve And cause me truly to rejoice, That you had harkened to my voice And sent me kindly words of cheer, From absent friends to me so dear. Now as to Cuba, I will say We cannot tell from day to day What the tomorrow doth conceal, Or what the next day will reveal. For Cuba I am still inclined And really have not changed my mind And if when e'er I seek my prize The cash will sure materialize And health stay with me good and strong And thus my dear old life prolong. Then I will sail on Cuban lines And also to the Isle of Pines. As to some females in the band It would be really to our hand To have a pretty female trick To care for us if we get sick, ' For don't you know the female grace With tender hand and smiling face Is fraught with many a healing charm. The tender touch of hand and arm And loving efforts on her part Brings back to life the fainting heart. Then let the females go along. To bless the trip with joy and song. And make the days pass merrily And give new life to Van and me. For don't you know we need it much The charm that comes with ladies' touch. But Cousin Van don't realize, He has not yet possessed the prize And does not realize the bliss That lurks within a woman's kiss. As to the Doctor don't you know It will be nice to have him go. For if the Doctor goes along Our bodies will be ever strong. For when we know we've got him sure The mind is clear of doubt and fear. And as you think so will it be You'll have disease or will be free And with his presence kind and true He'll boost disease right out of you. TO VAN DULIN. Who is a bachelor, and the lady me, tioned resides just over the fence froi\ Cousin Van's residence and is a frieni of the author. Whene'er you have a real good chance To see the lady o'er the fence Please tell her I am yet alive. That I of late began to thrive My health is very much improved ; But best of all is to be loved. The lady love I would select. Of course we know none are perfect. But she must have a pleasant voice And I must be her only choice. And she must have a winning way To cheer my heart from day to day; And I must think her good and sweet From crown of head to soles of feet, And love her true with all my heart And think her nice in every part. I do not care for house or land, I would not seek a lady's hand For wealth or fame or sordid gain. Please understand, and that quite plain I want one with an honest heart Who will in kindness do her part, Love me with all her heart through lif And be a true and loving wife. I rather guess if you could find One such, just suited to your mind. The lover's song you soon would sin And take her in under your wing; Which would be better in old age Than be a bach upon life's stage. She'd comfort you in failing years And soothe your sorrows, calm fears. youil Then don't delay, my Cousin Van, Go out and find her while you can, For by and by 'twill be too late To enter in the marriage state; And when you pass to spirit side Your friends will ask where is bride. youi POEMS 131 A POETICAL. LETTER. a lady friend in Florida zvho nursed fhe author through a long sick spell. hile drifting down the stream of time may your pleasures be sublime, ime Fortune every effort bless, ith gold each button that you press. ay heaven bless you every day id drive your every care away, id strew your path with lovely flowers, 3ur life be filled with peaceful hours. lat you in your declining years in bid farewell to grief and tears, nd beds of ease to you be given rfumed with nectar sweet from heaven, hen these few lines you chance to see, you should kindly think of me, lease drop to me a line or two nd I will promptly answer you. nd, if you have the time to spare nd have some news you'd like to air, it down and then divest your mind >f all good news that you can find ; or what is life to me or you f we have no dear friend that's true, n whom we truly can confide. Vhere confidence will long abide. A precious incense unto me. And cause me in my dreams to see The kindly acts bestowed by thee. LINES TO MISS MAY WILSON Vho Presented Flowers to the Author when Sick in Florida, and Other Kind Acts. '11 ne'er forget the words of cheer Phat thou hast given to calm my fear, ^.nd sweet bouquets of lovely flowers Po help beguile the lonely hours. rhose flowers still perfume supply Mthough they're faded now and dry, rhey're nicely packed within my grip kVill there remain all through my trip. \nd then I'll take the faded bloom \nd will extract their sweet perfume, .\nd in my room the vase will keep To soothe and calm my nerves to sleep. And that perfume will ever be TO MR. JOHN A. JEFFREYS AND LADY. Feb. 15, A. D. 1909. My dear, dear friends, I wish to say My business has caused delay And sickness, the la grippe severe. With cruel power has held me here. But health, the ever precious boon, I feel is coming and quite soon I will be strong and free from pain And be my former self again. For Texas I will go next week, 'Tis health and pleasure there I seek. Also the country to explore And contemplate its prospects o'er ; And if I find its prospects great I may secure some real estate, And here I wish also to state It is in winter, growing late. And spring will soon be drawing near And Casadaga camp so far, When I complete my Texas route I fear I will be tired out And then will wish to wend my way To Illinois, awhile to stay. And if to camp I do not go It will run all the same, you know. For Webster with its noble host And hostess will honor the post And entertain with gracious cheer Their guests, with fine and bounteous fare; And Hilligos will be there sure To see that all things are secure, ,A.nd run according to the rule Of a good spiritualistic school. And J. Clegg Wright, I'm free to say. The wonder of the present day. And his great mediumistic power Will entertain you many an hour. Will entertain you many an he And I presume Mrs. Morrell, With powers quite phenomenal. Will be on hand to charm the crowd With tests of which they will be proud. And Mrs. Throndson, suave and bland, 132 POEMS No doubt will often take the stand And entertain with skill and pride, Controlled by a kind spirit guide. And Dr. Peebles, dear old soul, If he is there to swell the roll, A quite important place will fill And educate with wondrous skill. And little Carrie Twing, so bland And bright and pleasant on the stand, No doubt will do a generous part And entertain with skillful art, And write things up with pleasing grace And lasting honors to the place, And many gents and ladies fair Who have in former years been there. With presence honorable and good Are there to aid the brotherhood. And Plaisted, too, no doubt is there With violin to do his share. And once a week, with joy complete. Put life and spirits in their feet And Julius John and lady fair, I have no doubt are with you there. With wit and music will essay To charm your guests from day to day. Now if I fail to be there, too. Next year I really think will do ; I then will take a southern tramp And visit Casadaga Camp. HONOR THE BOYS IN BLUE. Tune, "America." Honor the boys in blue Who were to country true. In time of war. They fought and bled for you, Our foes they did pursue ; Much honor is their due, Their's many a scar. Honor the boys in blue. Their lives and blood were true, Where glory waved. They faced the shot and shell Where many comrades fell ; Their work was done so well. Our country saved. Honor the boys in blue. Be to them ever true. As in the past. Let patriots o'er the land Honor that loyal band. And for them ever stand, While time shall last. Honor the boys in blue. Let them be ever new. On Memory's page. O may we ever see That they will honored be. From care and sorrow free. While bowed with age. Honor the boys in blue. Who saved this land for you. With life and blood. Those sacred graves are ours. Wreath them with love and flowers, j Bathe them with tears in showers, A crystal flood. THE CLOSING OF THE YEAR. Amidst the autumn's dreamy haze. The forest leaves are all ablaze With crimson, scarlet, russet, green, A lovely changing golden scene. How quickly has the time rolled by Since spring with warm and radiant sk+ Gave leaves and grass and flowers birtl And decked with lovely charms the eartl; The swelling buds of rosy tint Were opened by the sunbeam's glint; And from their varied silvery sheen. The summer changed to lovely green. And with her balmy, gladdening smilj Gave life and vigor all the while, To vegetation, trees and flowers The fields of grain and lovely bowers. And with sweet fruits and flowers fair. With fragrance sweet perfumed the airj And clothed the earth with green and gold; 'Twas charming, lovely to behold. Autumn is here with chilling breath; And heavy frost consigns to death The lovely flowers, leaves of trees Are torn and tossed upon the breeze. But tiny buds, and bulbs, remain POEMS 133 hen winter's gone to bloom again, hen bahiiy spring makes warm their beds ley'll swell and show their tiny heads. id thus our lives must bud and bloom ; ir bodies lie within the tomb _ it spirit buds will yet remain 3 live, and love, and bloom again. THE SEASONS. )ring is here in all her glory, Verdant fields are green and fair; 'arblers tell the gladsome story With their music fill the air; iolets so sweet and smiling Tulips bloom with beauty rare, ver charming and beguiling Earth is decked in garments fair. imimer comes in gorgeous beauty. Clothed in rich and grand attire, [eadows, fields and vales so pretty Fraught with charms we all admire : OSes bloom in lovely bowers Ever sweet with fragrance rare, ovely rose the queen of flowers Budding, blooming everywhere. utumn comes laden with treasures, 'Luscious fruits and cereals fine, 'olden harvests beyond measure On which all the world can dine, awns and pastures tell the story Of the ages long ago, olden rod and morning glory For the natives used to grow. Vinter com.es now chill and dreary, Decks earth with a hoary vest, 'ernal life with forests weary Takes a quiet needed rest, larth hath yielded full possession, Winter dons her icy cap, :)ther seasons in submission Cast their treasures in her lap. ilFE'S LESSON IN THE SEASONS. jpring awakens from her slumber With her balmy sun and rain, ilessings bring of countless number, Woos all things to life again. Clothes the earth, the fields and bowers With rich verdure green and fair. Grass and grain and leaves and flowers With her charms and balmy air. Summer soothes with lovely showers Every living thing that's green ; Bring new charms for seeds and flowers Brings perfection to the scene. Autumn with her balmy weather Brings perfection to the scene, Brings all season's work together — Fruits and cereals gathers in. Winter, like a tyrant reigning. Leaves and flowers must decay. Buds and bulbs alive remaining Live to bloom another day. Life's an emblem of the seasons In its childhood like the spring. If controlled by truth and reason Will much hope and promise bring. Youth like summer's variant gladness, Fill with ardent hopes and fears. Flowers of love or swords of madness, Brings us happiness or tears. Middle age like autumn bearing Fruit and seed that we have grown Brings us woe or joy and pleasure — We will reap what we have sown. Old age like the winter season Brings our bodies to the tomb ; Spirit buds with life and reason. Live in higher spheres to bloom. TO DEATH. The flowers have their time to blow, The leaves their time to fall ; The cock his time at night to crow. And sound his morning call ; The glorious sun her time to rise And bring the coming day, The moon the time when it supplies With many a golden ray. We know that winter's coming soon, By north wind's chilling breath. 134 POEMS Thou hast the whole year for thine own To call for us, O Death ; No jungle dense, no secret dell, No place on earth so stout. Tho we within strong forts should dwell We cannot keep thee out. We know night by her sable shade That o'er the earth we see, But who shall teach us when, O Death, That we must look for thee. Then let our lamps be burning bright. Let us from sin be free So if thou com'st by day or night, That we can welcome thee. And you be ever true. As ever, your friend, J. FRANCIS MYERS. TO DR. S. MURDOCK, OF SABETHA, KANSAS. Lilly Dale, N. Y., Aug. 26th, 1907. Once more I take my pen in hand That my old friend may know That I quite soon at home will land. Am still upon the go. 'ihis leaves me only fairly well. And when it reaches you I hope it will the story tell That I am ever true. I leave this lovely place today, For Bloomington will steer. To meet with friends, now far away Tho to my heart are dear. Please take your pen and write to me, This matter don't delay, For I will really anxious be, To hear what you may say. Have you still Cuba on the brain, Do you intend to go ? When next you write, do please explain And tell me what you know ; And tell me if the Cuban goose Continues to fly high, And if you have some funds that's loose And still intend to buy. When this you see, remember me, For I am ever true, And prompted conscientiously In what I say and do. And now may heaven's blessings rest And long abide with you, And may your life be ever blest, THE GREAT NIAGARA RIVER AN FALLS. Of thee, Niagara, we sing And long and loud thy praise will rin| Thy glory, oft, will be expressed. And millions by thee will be blest. The words of man fail to express. Thy thundering, roaring, awfulness ; With awe sublime we are controlled As we thy wonders do behold. Thou art a God sent chain of fate, Uniting lakes, both small and great. On fair Columbia's bounteous breaa' That by thee, many may be blest. From lake to lake thy fall complete Is three hundred thirty-four feet, And at thy falls thy water sheet Descends one hundred sixty feet. Thou art unique in many a way No river like thee is found today. Above Goat Island, very wide. And at Goat Island there divide. And in thy wrath plunge o'er the falls i To meet again 'twixt narrow walls. And over many rapids go, While reaching Lake Ontario. Thy rapids, just above the falls, Hath many benches. Shallow walls. O'er which thy waters downward pour, Which adds unto thy ceaseless roar. Thy wonders great proclaim, in fine, The hand that made thee is divine; He holds the waters and the land Within the hollow of his hand. Among his wondrous works, so grand Niagara thou wilt ever stand. Approved by His great sovereign will. To show to man his wondrous skill. Kings and plebians, rich and poor. Have heard thy raging waters roar. And stood with awe-struck hearti amazed, In speechless wonder while they gazed. Where thy mad raging water falls Into the gorge, o'er rocky walls, ^ X .c POEMS 135 le hundred sixty feet or more, id mists arise from shore to shore, irough which the sun with golden sheen, ings forth a lovely rainbow scene, how my heart did bound and leap I see those mighty waters sweep id dive, and rage and foam and roar, ithin the abyss where they pour, id seethe and plunge and dash and fume, len rise and partial calm assume ; id then, between those rocky walls, oat gently on below the falls, 'er the next rapids swiftly ride, tid plunge and leap with rapid stride, the great whirlpool onward roll, nd see the bank its speed control, ^here the deep gorge turns to the right nd leaves the stream, the bank to fight ; ^here it against the bank doth churn, nd whirl and to the left doth turn, nd whirl and circle round and round, nd seems to be completely bound. iut undercurrent's constant flow onveys it to the gorge below. .n awful sight my eyes did greet. 'he height of banks three hundred feet, Vith narrow channel just below, Vheve all the water has to flow. wondered if it could be true 'hat all that water could pass through. 'he under current's constant sweep lath worn the channel very deep ; Vlthough in width 'tis so much pent ireat depth of channel gives it vent, ^nd next it strikes a rocky bed, Vhere' ever greater surface spread, t leaps and plunges, foams and roars, n Lake Ontario gently pours. ♦joat Island, just above the falls, lOivides their steep and rocky walls. When Indians met to worship God, Believing it was his abode, They saw him, as the mists float o'er, \nd heard him in the awful roar; \nd, to appease his angry thought. They many presents to Him brought. \lso to quiet morbid fear They gave an Indian maid each year. By lot they chose that lovely maid. And on the bank she knelt and prayed ; They danced the death dance round her there. The chief arose, with solemn air, And cried aloud, "We give to Thee This lovely maid, the gift is free." All robed in white, with white canoe, Into the water her they drew, And sent her down, canoe and oat, To where the raging waters pour. To plunge beneath that seething flood, And there to meet the Indian's God. The body soon would downward float, Where they secured it with a boat. Then to Goat Island did repair And there interred the maiden fair, Where the Great Spirit did abide. And she would be his maiden bride. Goat Island with its beauty rare, Hath lovely trees, so green and fair, From which the view is best of all, To see the world's great water fall. For one can stand between the two And there can have a splendid view ; On either side, he there can see An emblem of God's majesty. That awful torrent's ceaseless pour And hear its mad and thundering roar. Which fills the heart with awe sublime, That will defy the hand of time. When near Niagara's ceaseless flood A voice within said, "There's a God, Survey this boiling vortex o'er And listen to its deafening roar." Awe struck I stood and there did gaze Upon those torrents, mist and haze. I there beheld a charming sight, A lovely rainbow clear and bright. Amazed, I stood without a fear, And cried great God, for thou art near. Thy voice in thunder tones impress Me. Thou art here and here to bless. For Thou hast made the waters forge And open deep this mighty gorge. Long, long ago this work began To aid and comfort feeble man. For in this mighty waterfall Thy voice to man doth loudly call, Arise, O man, and strike with might. For this, the greatest water site. Will furnish power for millions yet. 136 P O E M S Who will from it a living get. Thy vigils keep from year to year For opportunity is here. And thou canst build a city strong On either side the banks along, And in due time from Lake to Lake A mighty city thou canst make Where millions yet will find employ Their labor's fruits they will enjoy' Thy products will bring blessings great To all who dwell within the states. Flow on Niagara, ever flow; Thy glorious fame will ever grow Thy mighty falls and water's whirl Hath spread thy fame all o'er the world And kings and potentates have gazed And speechless stood, awe struck amazed. ' And millions still, thy wonders greet. And bow with homage at thy feet. No artist's pencil can portray Thy wonders, O Niagara ! No tongue hath language to express, Ihy raging water's aw fulness. Thy mighty, ceaseless, thundrous roar, Ihy spray and rainbow hovering o'er No scenes on earth that more attract Than nature's greatest cataract Sept. 20th, 1910. SCENES AND OBJECTS OF INTER- EST ON THE NIAGARA RIVER. No artist's pencil plainly can portray Her wonders, or do justice to the theme ; No tongue hast language rightly to con- vey The matchless grandeur of that mighty stream — An oasis on fair Columbia's breast, Where all the irised beauties sweetly play ; A gem so fine, no other land is blest With colors born of shining sun and spray. Niagara in miles is thirty-six, From Lake Erie to Lake Ontario, Falls three hundred thirty-four feet be- twixt — Five lakes their surplus waters through It flow. There's many wondrous objects to ' seen. Of interest to the tourists today. Along that river those two lakes betwee For tourists when traveling that w? Its greatest wonder is its mighty fal One hundred sixty feet those wate pour Into a chasm deep 'twixt rocky walls, And cause a thundering, deafenin ceaseless roar. God's living voice is ever present there,' Proclaiming loud the just, the brav shall be Tlie rulers of this glorious land so fail The guardians of peace, and liberty. And Prospect Park is to the city joineJ Between the city and the falls coni plete ; 1 'Tis beautiful, with lovely trees adorneJ Along the chasm runs one thousard feet. ] Along the rapids runs five hundred mon Its full extent those raging wateri face. To see those leaping waters plungid o'er, More visit there than any other plac( And Prospect Point, the lower end o\ the park. Affords a splendid view of both th falls, Also Maid of the Mist, that little bari^ That plys so near, between those rock-l walls. On water so exhausted by the leap And plunge into the chasm and tb swirl. Then runs for two miles smooth anci very deep, ' The deepest narrow river in the world « Cave of the Winds, formed by the re- cessed cliff. Is sixty by one hundred feet about. The roof one hundred feet above and stiff, Where through the falling water you' look out. Goat Island bridge, a splendid place tcJ show The rapids as they rage and foam and< leap POEMS 137 d pass over the precipice below ^nd then assume a cahn and gentle sweep. elevator grand near by the falls \.nd stairway to the river's edge below, here you can stand and view those rocky walls \nd see those raging waters o'er them flow. en you can on the Misty Maiden ride \nd sail near to the foot of both the falls, len circle back and to its landing glide, Then elevate up through those rocky walls. le spring within Goat Island's lovely bank Not far above the bridge is walled around here many weary tourists have drank, No purer water in that country found, iree Sister Islands near Goat Island lie, bridge unites Goat Island with the three, Where you can see the rapids raging by And plunging, dashing, foaming, cease- lessly. he Queen Victoria Park across the way In Canada is beautiful and fair, Ms well equipped and open every day And many, many people visit there, iagara's great banner is unfurled Proclaiming to industries old and new /e have the cheapest power in the world, Come share it with us and be happy, too. already forty millions have been spent, Three hundred sixty factories today, ive largest in the world are here con- tent And many more are coming here to stay, ligantic tunnels opened for the flow Convey the water from the stream above fo factories immense that's built below And many more such projects on the move. The city now is forty thousand strong And just began to realize her strength. With great momentum she will move along From lake to lake in time will be her length — Three monster bridges span the gorge along. The upper one twelve hundred forty feet. Its height one hundred ninety feet and strong, The arch one hundred forty feet com- plete. The museum of Niagara is great In eighteen hundred thirty had its birth, The oldest museum within the states. The largest private museum on earth; A wonderful collection and replete. The largest in America today, It can with all the foreign ones compete, All nature and her freaks are on dis- play. The city is alive and up-to-date, And forging up and onward to her goal. There's none so wide awake within the state. She will some day contain a million souls. There's many other features that are grand, A few more I will mention at this time, Niagara your ideas will expand When you behold her wonders grand, sublime. The gorge route an electric line that plays To Lewiston and back, the gorge around. Its scenic grandeur wondrous sights dis- plays. No other place on earth can such be found. Three ponderous steel arch bridges cross the stream. The whirlpool and the rapids always new, Brock's monument in grandeur can be seen, The Devil's Hole, and Queenston Heights in view. ^^8 POEMS THE MAIDEN SACRIFICE An Indian Legend of Niagara. Awed, by its leaping and raging and bounding, Mazed by its roaring, by night and by day, Soothed by its musical echo resounding. Charmed by its beautiful rainbow and spray, Children of nature to Niagara hastened, For in its roar was the Great Spirit's voice. Lest in his anger the red man be chastened, Gifts they presented that he might rejoice. Oft on its banks the whole tribe would assemble. There to do homage and worship their God. There in his presence they prayed, danced and trembled, Then on its banks never white man had trod. Lovely Goat Island, the Great Spirit's dwelling, There was their heaven, the place of their choice. Oft in their ecstacy saw his form swell- Thundering cataracts echoed his voice. Often his form, when the mist cloud was rifted. Gracefully poised, in the spray in the air. Holding his rainbow, until the wind shifted, Then his loved form was no longer seen there. Once in each year the whole tribe there collected. There to do homage, to dance, pray and fast. Spoils of the chase, and their crops they selected. Gifts to the Spirit with reverence they cast. Lovely Goat Island, 'tis said by tradition. Was their great Mecca, where they could find rest. No matter what in this life their co dition, They at that island would ever be ble To please the Spirit, the chief of ea| nation Annually gave him a sweet maid fair, Chosen by lot, she was by their dictatid Sent o'er the falls to the Great Spiii there. One time a Seneca chief's only daught' Was drawn to sacrifice, to his chagri True to his tribe, he opposed not h slaughter. All was arranged the descent to begi A lovely white boat to the maiden wi, given, Filled with sweet flowers and fruii of the land, ' Robed her in white, like the angels i! heaven, j Started her down with the oars in h« hand. 1 That noble chief loved his beautif« daughter. Deep in his heart her sad fate did d^ plore. Secretly he, in his boat o'er the water, I Swiftly the rapids was soon passim o'er. Soon he drew near to his darling, hi loved her. Ere they had reached that wild lou roaring fall ! He raised his eyes to the heavens abov her— "' Soon they both entered that mad rag ing pall. ' Now they can roam in sweet peace ii' their glory. Over the forest, the mountain, the dell' Tell to their brothers their wonderfu story » In that bright hunting ground ever t( dwell. i Tell me not red men are born with nc feeling. Where is the man greater love car bestow, I Died for her, to the Great Spirit appeal-i ing— Can any white man a greater lovl' show? The Annual Sacrifice of the Seneca Indians to the Great Spirit at Niagara Falls POEMS 139 HE PIONEER SCENES OF MY CHILDHOOD. dreams I revisit the scenes of my childhood W^here nature was clothed in a mantle of green, , ^ . r le groves in their primeval beauty ot wildwood And prairie presented a beautiful scene. great panorama of scenes undulating For miles upon miles not a house could be seen, le scene in its grandeur was most ele- vating At sunrise and sunset a grand golden sheen. be great god of nature was there in his glory. He painted the landscape with verdure and flowers ; nd there we could read nature's beau- tiful story On green flowery vales, and in beauti- ful bowers. he prairies were decked in a grand robe of beauty, Bespangled with flowers o'er highland and lea, hey grew 'mongst the grasses, were gorgeously pretty, And swayed in the breeze like the waves of the sea. 'he groves oft were laden with wild fruits and berries, With walnuts, and hickory nuts, paw- paws as well, /ith hazelnuts, plums, also grapes and wild cherries And strawberries grew in the green, grassy dell. rab apples, may apples, and haws in profusion. Also the wild blackberry, raspberry, too, li. fine crop of acorns were then no de- lusion, Hackberries and butternuts also there grew. The trees in the forest were lofty and charming, A world of great wealth in the pio- neer's hand, ^ Now ruthlessly slain by his hand, its alarming The great devastation all over the land. For lo, cruel man in the pride of his powers . Hath robbed the grand scene of its once lovely charms, Despoiled the fine groves, the grand prairies and flowers, And selfishly placed in their stead many farms. Ah never again will the groves and the prairies Present to the eye such a beautiful scene, So gorgeously lovely, a home for the fairies ; Where oft we imagine they danced on the green. No lover of nature whose sacred devo- tion . . To charms of the forest, the prairies, the dell Will ever again feel such blissful emo- tion To make glad his heart and his bosom to swell. A TRIBUTE TO MY MUSE. The Muses are nine fabled Goddesses, Gods or spirits that preside over lit- erary, artistic and scientific matters, a genius of art, literature or music. I write with ease my muse to please While under inspiration, As he indites I quickly write According to dictation. When he is near, my heart to cheer From feelings I believe it. By his impress I then express The word as I receive it. Without intent an incident _ Oft sets my muse to versing. To hear one preach or make a speech Oft sets him to rehearsing. 140 POEMS Or if indeed I chance to read Of something quite impressive, Suggestions wise he will advise In language quite expressive. And then with speed I soon succeed In framing his suggestions, In measured line to please my mind Respond to his wise questions. It often seems that in my dreams Impressions come quite clearly. Such ideas born, the coming morn I weave in verses early. When he inspires poetic fires It is my happiest hours. He charms my mind with songs com- bined With music, art and flowers. My generous muse whene'er he choose Brings verses sweet and cheering, He entertains with sweetest strains 'Tis to my mind endearing. THE MUSIC OF THE MUSES. I often muse on things benign And in my reveries I hear A melody sweet and divine That falls so softly on my ear. No earthly notes so fine. With harp and violin they play, It fills the air with music sweet, It seems to ever come my way, No earthly music so complete. It charms me night and day. So often in my daylight dream I hear the muses soft and low. On sweet poetic verse they seem To concentrate, that I may know And catch the chosen theme. It fills me with poetic fire As their sweet voices float along And soon it is my fond desire Their whispered verses to prolong. That I so much admire. AN EVENING SOLILOQUY. My years are seventy and five And I am glad that I'm alive. To stay here longer I will strive In this grand world of beauty. By temperate habits, pleasant ways, And writing sweet congenial lays, I can prolong my earthly days And better do my duty. My stay on earth will soon be done And when my earthly race is run Eternal life I will have won And with that grand procession. With spirit wings I will have flown Where Christ the Lord will meet own H dor And bless them for the good they've And not for their profession. I there will meet friends who are trud Eternal friendships will renew. Trials and troubles will be few And loving friends caress me. I there will shed no bitter tears, Will leave behind all doubts and fears And dwell in those celestial spheres Where Christ the Lord will bless m<| If we make naught but good our quest And during life will do our best Then Christ the Lord will do the rest And bless our best endeavor. I And when we reach that golden strand. That blissful, bright, and happy land. We'll join that joyful, happy band And dwell with Christ forever. mif WHEN I WAS YOUNG. December 13th, 1909. H> When I was young and in my prime, I did not while away my time. But struggled on from day to day. That fame and fortune come my way, . , And as the months and years rolled by|', They found me always on the fly. And while on fortune I was bent, A sixteen hours day I spent. In planning business, or at work, I, other duties did not shirk. POEMS 141 For by the people's sovereign will Official places I did fill. Not great were their financial ends, But then I liked to serve my friends, 'A^e should not live for self alone, Nor in the hive become a drone, But as we cross life's earthly span, We should do all the good we can, Though charity begins at home. As o'er the world we chance to roam, A kind word, sweetened with a smile, Our own heart's sorrows will beguile, ,And wreath with joy, and pleasure sweet The face of every one we meet. AT PARTING A response to a farewell reception and toast accorded the author on the eve of his departure from Lake Helen, Flor- > ida. Dear friends, the honor you bestow Hath set my heart with love aglow, .In memory it will ever bless And cheer me in my loneliness. 'Twill be as long as time shall last A sacred memory of the past. Although we may dwell far apart You'll have a place within my heart. I'll hold you dear, with sacred joy, 'Distance and time can ne'er destroy And oft when on my bed I lay •^'11 dream of friends in Florida. ,./\.nd if on earth we ne'er shall meet it ever will to me be sweet To think upon the happy hours •*A'^ith you, in this fair land of flowers. A PANORAMA OF LIFE. I saw a picture, lovely, fair "" 'Twas beautiful to see. Four angels floating in the air, , And they drew near to me. . w^ith loving smiles, with pleasure blent, *^'* They bowed, while drawing near. And said, thy life we will present. In seasons of the year. I am the spring," one said, quite plain, "My mission is to find, And br!ng the sunshine and the rain, To bless all human kind. I charm the flowers, the fruit, the field. To bring a bounteous treat, I then to summer gladly yield. And lay all at her feet." Then summer wove a lovely ring, With buds and leaves so green, A wreath of roses made for spring, As sweet as e'er was seen. And said, "Dear one, it is for thee. Much honor thou hast won, I'll finish dear one, faithfully. The work thou hast begun." Then Autumn spake with gladsome smile, Dressed in a robe of brown, A garland made of leaves in style, Gold tinted, for a crown. And said, "Dear summer, thee I bless, Faithfully thou hast striven," To both, she gave a sweet caress, Ror what they both had given. A basket filled with fruit most fair, She held with joy and pride. With spring and summer standing near, Said, "This we will divide." Then winter came, white robed in fur With hoary locks of gray. And on his heel he wore a spur, These words I heard him say. "Dear children come, and never fear, And dwell around my throne, For I am king of all the year. And I must have my own. When thou hast rendered unto me, All that thou hast in store, I'll give sweet sleep and rest to thee, Thou'lt live to work for more." Then said the angel winter king, With measured words to me, "Thy childhood represents the spring. All buoyant, joyous, free. Thy youth the summer doth portray. With love and hope and fear, Thv manhood Autumn in full sway, The richest of the year. "Thou art to age destined to bow. When winter's chilly hand. Is laid upon thy feeble brow. His power thou canst not stand, 142 POEMS And like the flowers and buds of earth, Will rest from toil and care, To live again, a spiritual birth, A crown of victory wear." MY FIRST SCHOOL. When I was six years old and small, they sent me to the school ; My teacher was both bright and tall, and rigid were his rules. At recess hour, when out one day, a boy twice six or more Misused me when I was at play and left me feeling sore. I to the teacher did report, how Jack so bold and free While we were at our noon day sport, had badly treated me. The teacher kept him in the house, while others went to play. While they were in, let him go out, and so it went that day. They called him Jack, John was his name, and he was fair and bright. He might have climbed the heights of fame, had he have done just right. Now Jack was selfish from a child and for his age was bold. Rebelled against such treatment mild, was hard to be controlled. He stamped upon the steps like sin, the teacher to defy, The teacher promptly called him in, and licked him by and by, When Jack came slowly in you see the teacher he was mad, He jerked him down across his knee, and paddled well the lad. He made his ruler quickly play where Jack was soft and plump. And every time it seemed to say, "You are a saucy chump." Soon Jack gave in and bitter tears ran quickly down his cheek. With tear stains almost to his ears, he humble looked and meek. But that proud, haughty heart within re- mained unconquered still, More trouble still awaited him, caused by his stubborn will ; He grew to manhood uncontrolled, he was high temper's slave. Which brought him by his actions bold, oft times quite near the grave. Now all you boys, no matter where, as you grow strong and tall Of Jack's example please beware, lest you should often fall When e'er you meet another boy, more weak and small than you. Make him rejoice with perfect joy, that you're so kind and true. Be to all others good and true, in coun- try, town or school. Do as you'd have them do to you, live by the golden rule. Be on your guard boys all the while, and keep your temper down. And train your face to wear a smile and never wear a frown. DEAR LOVING HEART. Lines from a lady friend to the author, after his beloved family had all passed to spirit life. Dear loving heart, weep not, nor grievu For loved ones gone before; You'll meet them in the promised land On that bright shining shore. Their spirits are not in the grave, The caskets only there That held the precious jewels, dear, So lovely, bright and fair. Dear tender heart, new courage take, Your loved ones oft are near. Some day you'll meet them in that land Eternal, bright and fair. Be patient, loving friend, awhile, The loving angel hears The prayers you breathe, the bitter sighs And sees your falling tears. O sad heart, weary one, be brave. It is for you the best. For when the angels whisper, "Come" jy You then will find sweet rest. It has been promised to all those Who toil with loving heart. You'll win the crown that waits for you When this life you depart. POEMS 143 There, there, poor precious broken heart, Though sundered for awhile, Be not cast down, but look above. And catch their loving smile ; For they will whisper "We still live And are not far away, When night her sable curtain draws You'll come with us to stay. "Dear precious heart, when you lie down To take that long, last sleep. To wake again no more on earth, A watch o'er you we'll keep." The love we to each other bear Will draw us very near Dear lonely heart, long suffering heart Be brave and have no fear. SO LONELY THE DAYS. * Written after the family of the author had all passed away to spirit life, and , before meeting Miss Barrett. So lonely the days, and the nights full of sorrow. The sun shines but dimly the earth to illume. No rainbow foretelling a bright day to- 1 morrow, But clouds seem to gather increasing the gloom. ^y loved ones have gone where the angels are dwelling. Not one left to brighten my pathway " of pain, And daily my bosom with sorrow is • swelling And ever I long for to meet them "" again. Like flowers in bloom in the springtime of being. The frosts of affliction upon them did fall, The angel of death came at fate's sad decreeing li^.And took one by one and he now has '^ them all. O, sad cruel fate, wilt thou ever replace / me With loved ones to bless and make happy my home Who ever, with kindness and love will embrace me That never again, I in sorrow will roam. O, angels of light, willst thou hear while I'm pleading, And open the flood gates of joy to my heart, Heal my aching wounds that are con- stantly bleeding, That sadness and sorrow forever de- part. TO MISS MINNIE LEE BARRETT. Present wife of the author, in response to a letter from her asking to purchase a copy of his book of poems. Replying to comments from her upon the book. At Bloomington, in Illinois, Where we have agricultural joys, It is December twenty-nine, With winter weather very fine. Thy charming letter came tonight And filled me with joy and delight To know that others love my lays That my own little book displays. Indeed I think thy estimate Upon the work is most too great, I never heard it said before That my book equals Thomas Moore Or Longfellow and Byron, too. Now if it does 'twill surely do. And if it does I am deceived. That fact I never have believed. But then, no matter what I say, The people will all think their way, And let them think just as they please 'Twill leave their minds at perfect ease. And you the grand piano play And feed your soul from day to day With tones divine and clear and sweet That makes the heart with rapture beat. There's nothing sweeter, more divine, Than music — it is superfine. The savage to its power will yield, It tames the wild beasts of the field, 'Tis full of joy and bliss and health, And adds unto our mental wealth ; No sweeter blessing e'er was given, It is the sweetest gift of heaven. 144 POEMS The angels join in joyful song, Eternally its notes prolong, And thus they bring it to the earth And here it has a second birth. They touch the chords within our brain And we produce the notes again, 'Tis sweet with angels to commune And be with them in perfect tune. And thus the world forever bless With music, peace and happiness. Then let thy nimble fingers play Upon the keyboard day by day That loved ones whom to thee are dear The gladsome melody may hear. Thy angel friends to thee will come Will visit thee within thy home. And hear with gladsome hearts the notes As in the air they sweetly float, And all will join thy heart to bless And bring thee peace and happiness. My book I send thee with good cheer, A gift to bless the next new year. Also my song I send to thee, May it a blessing ever be, And fill thy heart with love for home And loved ones, when they chance to roam. When I'm at my Missouri farm I think that it would do no harm. When I have time, to drive thy way And hear thee on piano play, For music has the greatest charm To thrill my soul, my heart to warm. April or May, if weather fair And health is good, thou'lt see me there. I'll listen while I take a rest And thou wilt play for me thy best. And if thou hast a violin And think to play it is no sin I'll play the violin for thee. While thou dost play the chords for me. Now when the book and song gets there If thou hast got the time to spare Please write to me and tell me true If they came through the mails to you. Next Monday week if all is well I start to southern lands to dwell. For just how long I cannot tell But, if while there I'm doing well I'll stay till early spring, I'll say, And then will homeward wend my way. Then to Missouri I will hie And surely see thee by and by. With this I fain would send good cheer And wish for thee a bright New Year, And may the Father from above Bestow His blessings and His love. December 29, 1907. TO MISS MINNIE LEE BARRETT After the First Meeting. Of all the girls who come my way The one I love the best of any Hath charms that haunt me night and day, She is my dear, my own sweet Minnie. Her eyes so bright and smile so sweet And countenance beaming with beauty, Her mouth so exquisitely neat. To love her is a sacred duty. There is a charm in her sweet face, I never, never can resist it, So full of modesty and grace I think that Cupid must assist it. For when I look into her eye I see his image brightly gleaming, He quickly lets his arrow fly And love from my own heart is beam- ing. No evil thought shows in her face A proof she ne'er engaged in sinning A sweet expression you can trace Of innocence, and yet so winning. The charm within her music sweet Of piano and nimble fingers Is so enchanting and so neat It sweetly in my memory lingers. I hear it morning, noon and night, 'Tis ever present with me, seeming Like some sweet fairy nymph or sprite ; It thrills my heart and sets me dream- ing. And when from care my mind is free And is released from other duty Her lovely form methinks I see j In smiles of innocence and beauty. Her countenance is free from guile As pure as is the dew from heaven, \ And love lurks in each loving smile That charms my heart when it is given. POEMS 145 'Tis sweet to know, where'er I go, That I have loving friends so many, But sweeter far will be to know That I am loved by my dear Minnie. TEONK OF ME. To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. When the noonday sun is beaming With her mellow golden light. And all nature gladly teeming With her kisses fair and bright, Although thou may be surrounded By dear friends and happy be And thy pleasure be unbounded; Darling loved one, think of me. When the shades of night are falling And all nature's wooed to sleep. And the God of night is calling Angels to their vigils keep. Thy dear head upon thy pillow And thy mind from care is free With not one disturbing billow; Then, O loved one, think of me. When awakened from thy slumber By the golden rays of dawn. And all creatures without number Hail the glories of the morn. Send thy sweetest thoughts to bless me. Though I far away may be. Come in spirit and caress me, , And think ever, love, of me. For when you do your duty And do the best you can, Sweet happiness the booty Will come to you again. If when you have your trials Your courage bring to bear A little self-denial Will make the way quite clear. If you listen to reason. Are honest and discreet. Are guilty of no treason. Which always brings defeat, You then will find much pleasure In life upon the way, You'll hail it as a treasure And be happy every day. MAY THE ANGELS GUARD AJTD BLESS THEE. To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. May the angels guard and bless thee. Nothing in this life distress thee. And thy loving friends caress thee. Is my earnest, honest prayer. O may fortune e'er abide thee And no evil e'er betide thee, And no one find fault or chide thee, And God bless thee over there. BE CHEERFUL. To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. ^ Be happy dear, be cheerful. It is the better way. Xa If of yourself you're careful Good health will come your way. Life will be full of gladness And joy and peace you'll win. No sorrow, pain or sadness ^ Your life will enter in. ^ Then, dearest friend, be cheerful, Contented, blithe and gay. Of trouble ne'er be fearful. Compel it not to stay. And may loved ones ever guard thee And no so-called friend discard thee, And the Lord of Hosts reward thee. For the good thou'st done while here. Then my dear friend please be active. For thou knowest tKou art attractive, And be reasonably exactive For thou knowest this is leap year. If these lines do not excite thee But appease, cheer and delight thee, I will here and now invite thee To respond again to me. When thou hast a little leisure, If it is to thee a pleasure. It will be to me a treasure Just because it comes from thee. 146 POEMS I DREAM OF THEE. To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. Oh Minnie dear, with winning eyes, When farewell glow of daylight dies And ere a star hath brought its light To gleam afar through sombre night, I sit alone where'er I be In my lone rooms and dream of thee. I dream of thee at falling eve, When first we met, a sweet reprieve, At thy dear home at close of day Where time passed joyfully away, The spacious lawn and maple tree Oft beckon me in dreams of thee. I dream of thee as daylight dies, In peaceful rest I close my eyes My spirit lingers by thy side And loves thee as my future bride. And joyfully returns to me And brings me loving words from thee. I dream of thee in parlor fair With grand piano playing there, Thy lovely form and eyes so bright And music haunt me day and night. My spirit seems to visit thee Whene'er I dream dear one of thee. HOW SWEET 'TWILL BE. To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. How sweet 'twill be for me to know Thy love for me will ever grow And I to thee be always new And thou to me be ever true. For it is my heart's sweetest goal A true and faithful, loving soul And sweet, O sweet, will be the thought Dear one, that thou'lt forget me not. Of all the treasures of this earth, The joys, the blessings and the mirth, The pleasures sweet that come my way To cheer and bless me day by day, Whate'er may come, whate'er may go, The sweetest, thing for me to know Will be the sweet consoling thought, Loved one, that thou'lt forget me not. And sweeter far, if I'm the shrine Where thou willst come with love di- vine And on the altar of my heart Thy love will rest and ne'er depart, And there will sweetly blend with mine, A union form of souls divine. And love direct each act and thought, Then, loved one, thou'lt forget me not. O IP I WERE A LITTLE BIRD. If I were a little bird Near thee on a tree, I would treasure every word Spoken, love, by thee. I would sing my sweetest song, Love, thy heart to cheer ; Sing for thee the whole day long, Love, when thou art near. If I were a little flower, Beautiful to see. Blooming sweetly in thy bower, Oh how sweet 'twould be. For thee I would ever bloom To adorn thy breast. Give thee all my sweet perfume And on thy bosom rest. If I were a little book, Happy would I be, When dear one thine eyes would look Lovingly at me. But best of all I'll be to thee A duteous, loving heart. Wherein thou may joy to see The one loved best thou art. To Mrs. Minnie Lee Myers, when ab- sent from home. A SUPPLICATION TO THE GODS. vs;. To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. Please give me thy attention While with pen I briefly mention That I will with good intention, Oft implore the gods for thee. That good fortune overtake thee And a happy woman make thee And those blessings ne'er forsake thee. And thou be from trouble free bj POEMS 147 May no grief disturb thy slumber And thy path never be sombre And thy joys be without number, As thou cross life's troubled sea. 4 vlay thy dearest friends caress thee ^ \nd no sorrow ere distress thee 'y^nd the God of heaven bless thee, J And thou be His special care. May no evil ere betide thee tnd good angels walk beside thee nd forever guard and guide thee, " I To a haven bright and fair. ^ Where thy dearest friends will meet thee A.nd with smiles and kisses greet thee :With a glorious welcome fete thee, In that bright home over there. *VVhere thou'll be by friends surrounded And thy joy will be unbounded And a glorious home be founded, Happy, glorious and fair. WHEN THIS YOU SEE. To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. When this you see if it please thee Then set thee down and write to me, \nd as you write please do decide Vour honest feelings to confide. For this is leap year, don't you know, "■ A.nd ladies now need not be slow But choose their man and on the sly .i^et Cupid's arrow quickly fly. } love one who is frank and free vVho will confide their thoughts to me, I think of thee from day to day 'Off in Missouri far away, "\And wish to be with thee my dear So thy sweet music I can hear. {To listen while thou sweetly play VVould cheer me on my lonely way. For cheerfulness better than wealth To keep our bodies in good health, And always happy is the state That we should ever cultivate. The earth was made for you and me That we might ever happy be, Then every blessing that we meet We should enjoy with pleasure sweet. And thank the mighty powers that be For all those blessings rich and free. Then if we do our duty here Our conscience always will be clear. Dear friend it will be nice, indeed. To be from sin and sorrow freed. And have our music over there In that dear land so bright and fair. Our loved ones there we will enjoy Our pleasure there will never cloy. And we'U be free from earthly cares To live and love through endless years. O MINNIE DEAR. To Miss Minnie L. Barrett. Oh Minnie dear, when thou art near ^ And with thy whole heart love me, I'll ever be as true to thee As are the stars above me. If thou bestow love that will grow And cheer my heart forever. With thee I'll go through weal or woe And I will leave thee never. With thy sweet smile thou dost beguile My heart to weak submission. Thy honest face with modest grace Reveals thy heart's condition. Thy face and form, with thy sweet charm Is_ present with me ever, 'Twill be my doom to give it room In memory sweet forever. Then darling, dear. Oh never fear That I will ere deceive thee, What e'er I do if thou art true I'll worship and believe thee. Remember dear, this is leap year, Deal with thy heart quite fairly. Nor let it dare my life to share Unless thou lovest me dearly. I feel to know thy love will grow And thou'lt be true forever. No power above can change my love But I'll love thee forever. 148 POEMS It will be fine if thou art mine, My choice among so many, 'Tis for all time with love sublime I want thee darling Minnie. As the soft summer breeze mongst the flowers and trees, So my love dear is wafted to thee. I'M LONESOME TO-NIGHT, LOVE. To Mrs. Miimie L. Myers, when Absent from Home. I'm lonesome tonight love, without thee, I sigh for a glance of thine eye, For many sweet charms are about thee To cheer me, love, when thou art nigh. Thy innocent smile sweet and luring So often my bosom doth fill With pleasure most sweet and enduring Is bright in my memory still. Thy lips have a charm full of pleasure When lovingly pressed upon mine. That fills me with joy beyond measure And bliss that is surely divine. Thy hands ever ready to aid me, Thy music so lovely, benign, So oft full of pleasure hath made me, Wh_en blending thy music with mine. O dear one I ne'er will forget thee Though on me Dame Fortune should frown, Whene'er thou art good I will pet thee Until I lay this bod^. down. AS THE MOON BY THE CLOUDS IS OBSCURED. To Miss Minnie L. Barrett. As the moon by the clouds is obscured, As the child by its mother is lured, So the charm of thy smile my own heart doth beguile. And I am held captive by thee As the sun and the rain giveth birth To the verdure and flowers of earth. So thy love rich and free will give life unto me And bring love and kindness to thee. As the restless waves roll to the shore. As the light travels fast the earth o'er. ^ee^ . As the vine clingeth close to the tree As the dew falls from heaven so fre For thy innocent charm is my love trut I- and warm, ,/ And my heart clings with love untdi thee. • I For thy messages sweet in the past, ) Still come, dear, and long may the;. J last, I 'Tis good on thy part thus to cheer my lone heart i And I love thee, I love none but thee I THINK OF THEE. To Mrs. Minnie L. Myers when Ab- sent from Home. I think of thee when morning light Illumines each mountain, vale and lea, And charms each warbler in his flight With gladsome song from tree to tree. I think of thee when noonday sun Makes glad all nature o'er the earth. Brings health and joy to everyone, To vegetation gives new birth. I think of thee when sable shades Bedim the glorious light of day And glorious gleams of sunlight fades, While lonely on my bed I lay. I think of thee as some bright star Whose gleams illume my mental sky To guide my footsteps near and far And bless me in the by and by. I think of thee as some nice book Whose pages oft my eyes explore. And every time I on them look Behold thy beauties more and more. I think of thee as love's bright flower To cheer and charm me day by day, The sweetest one in memory's bower And ever blooming there to stay. I think of thee both day and night, My heart is with thee every hour, f--' k POEMS 149 Dear one, so innocent and bright, Thou art my dearest, sweetest flower. -My heart for thee with true love warms And to thee clings with power and might, And drinks the nectar of thy charms ^ To cheer and bless me day and night. TO MR. AND MRS. E. M. OFFUTT "^ ON THEIR FOURTEENTH * ANNIVERSARY. Dear friends, I would greet thee with • joyous good cheer On this anniversary of thy nuptial year. *• May this year bring gladness and joy sweet to share, f And memories sweet of thy first nuptial year. In succeeding years as the days and ^ months fly ^ "^May they bring thee sweet memories of days that's gone by. And fill thy hearts full of affection and love, " As pure and as true as the angels above. i Xhe last fourteen years thou hast walked side by side, '"'nee God made thee twain as a bride- groom and bride ^He hath blessed thee with offspring so kind and true. Cementing thy lives with a love always ''■ new, t /jong, long may thou be blessed with ' God's special care, ~* Have many returns of this glad four- teenth year. JVIay good angels guide thee to honor and wealth And bring thee much happiness, peace, joy and health. f "Tl.en be ever happy through weal and through woe, Dispense love and kindness where ever thou go, -•With kind words and smiles blessing all whom thou meet, . Then life will be happy and death will } be sweet WITH PEN PLUCKED FROM AN ANGEL'S WING. To Mrs. Minnie L. Myers when Ab- sent from Home. With pen plucked from an angel's wing Or song sweet as the angels sing I could not half the story tell Of love for thee I love so well. It from my heart unbidden flows And as it flows expands and grows. Where'er thou art, where'er thou be 'Twill like a mantle fall on thee. Its source and fountain ere will be Exhaustless, through eternity. For love I give will love receive, Which will my lonely heart relieve. And thou, dear one, will ever be An anchor to my love for thee, And thou willt be my joy and pride My sweetest, dearest, baby bride. THE UNSEEN WORLD. To Mrs. Minnie L. Myers when Ab- sent from Home. There is an unseen world around us That oft we feel but cannot see Its influence like fetters bind us And yet we think that we are free. Our spirit friends are ever coming With blessings to our earthly home And often change our lives in seeming And choose for us a special doom. Lovers of music and of flowers Have brought my Minnie unto me That she may cheer my lonely hours With music and sweet melody. O angels bright, thy kind assistance Hath brought much pleasure unto me There's pleasure now in my existence Since Minnie thou hast brought to me. The charms of life it seemed were over When loved ones all had passed away But through her love I now discover A future life is bright as day. 150 POEMS For Minnie dear will bless and love me And make my life one long sweet day Her heart's as true as stars above me And she'll strew flowers on my way. I DREAMED OF LOVE. To Mrs. Minnie L. Myers when Absent from Home. I dreamed of a love like a bright golden morning That e'er would grow brighter and ever be new, And gleam like the stars that are heaven adorning, A sweet charming soul love responsive and true. My dreams and fond hopes soon awoke from concealing A true heart responsive with pure life divine, A life in its fulness a rich love revealing, Forever as one richly blending with mine. I MISS THEE, LOVE. To Wife Minnie L. when the Author Was Absent from Home. I miss thee love when evening ^ Her sable shades unfurl. And I lay down to rest love I miss my little girl. 'Tis then an aching void love Will fill my lonely heart. And sadly I regret love That we're so far apart. I miss thee all the day love. While many more I meet, I see no face like thine, love, So innocent and sweet. Thine image is with me love, 'Twill guide me on my way. And take me back to thee love To ever with thee stay. A TOUR THROUGH THE SUNNY SOUTH, THE WINTER OF 1907-08. One pure as the rose in its sweetness and beauty Celestially dawned my own heart to illume. Imparting a charm and impelling to duty And ever it sweetly remains in full bloom. And since my fond hopes hath achieved their ambition My soul mate hast blended her true love with mine. My life is now filled with true love's full fruition, Of pleasures elysian, eternal, divine. Our lives while on earth will be sweet- ened with pleasure Our pathway be strewn with sweet flowers we love Our cup will o'erflow with true love ])e~ yond measure In mansions elysian in bright courts above. / left dear old Bloomington on January IS, 1907, went via St. Louis, Mo., Nash- ville, Tenn., Atlanta, Ga., to Jackson- ville, Florida, on the St. John's river, 2$ miles from the sea, the entering point to Florida. And Jacksonville they claim of late The largest city in the state. Where northern railroads do in fine Connect there with the east coast line. ' The Clyde line steamers to and fro ; To Charleston and to New York go. And up the St. John's river ply To Stanford and to Green Springs fly. And Jacksonville with honored name Enjoys an undisputed fame Among the tourists of the north , - Who visit cities of the south. j Her fine hotels are wondrous grand "' Excelled by none within the land. The Windsor stands near Herring Parkw, For guests as safe as Noah's Ark. 1 Upon that scene I love to dwell, POEMS 151 Its beauties rare no tongue can tell ; - No pen portray a scene so fair. I lingered long when I was there To contemplate the lovely part i hat nature plays combined with art, ^For evergreens and flowers fair Adorn the park, perfume the air. And other parks and fine hotels Where many lovely people dwell 'Bedeck the scene with flowers fair To charm the eye, while you are there. ~A lovely park is Riverside, Don't miss it when you there abide ♦Always attractive to the eye. It many beauties will supply. The avenue at Riverside ^With evergreen the city's pride, Where birds of gorgeous colors sing As cheerful as in verdant spring. " 'Tis sweet to walk beneath its shade ,,And view the lovely promenade. And contemplate its beauty rare Of foliage so rich and fair It would be nice to there abide, Near that nice park, the Riverside, Where sweet perfumes and birds and flowers, And lovely trees and shady bowers _^ Attract the eye on every side " Begetting confidence and pride, ^Where lovely pines perfume the air With fragrance sweet from flowers fair. The Hotel Windsor, every part A model of perfection's art 5n grandeur, few with it compare. In symmetry and beauty rare. Should you its beauty e'er descry frwill cheer your heart and charm your -< eye. Its many beauties will unfold When you its many parts behold. In that fine climate, always warm, ""Near by that city is a farm, Where alligators, young and old, .Are kept and bred — for profit sold. The ostrich, also, there they breed, p'And train them on the track for speed. A darky small the birds will ride, JPhey swiftly round the track will stride. They hitch the birds with tiny trace, To tiny carts built for the race ; A little darky drives each bird And starts them at the judge's word. Like horses round the course they go, Speed of a horse they often show. 'Tis fine to see them run and strive First at the outcome to arrive. In Jacksonville, stands fair to see A monument in memory Of many a confederate brave Who fills a southern soldier's grave. It brings sad thoughts to memory Of battles fought on land and sea To keep the blacks in slavery, But God decreed they should be free. From there to old St. Augustine, Where verdant fields are always green ; St. Augustine, a city great. The oldest city in the state. Is grand and lovely to behold, Although in years she is so old Her grand hotels with lawns and flowers Will charm and hold you many hours. The Ponce De Leon, grand hotel. Will charm you with a magic spell. It is perfect in every part A model of perfection's art ; But nature in its lawn so green Surpasses art, 'tis plainly seen. It bears the honored name today Of first white man in Florida. The Ponce De Leon beats them all, For wealthy guests it has the call. Its grandeur and immensity Charms all with great intensity It dominates, also combines, A flowery court, green shrubs and vines, A fountain in the center plays An Arcade round the whole now lays. The grand hotel, the Alcazar Near by the Ponce De Leon there, The Cordona, and Zarayda Are marvels of the present day. A grand conception, there we find Beyond the ordinary mind. The Central Plaza is so grand That none excell it in the land. Then courts and lawns and lovely bow- ers Bedecked with ever blooming flowers, Of gorgeous beauty day by day. Tongue cannot tell nor pen portray. 152 POEMS Fort Marion, a Spanish scene, Is still in old St. Augustine. 'Twas built in fifteen sixty-five. To keep the pioneers alive. And dungeons dark were made within. To lock their conquered captives in, Where many a brave man pined for years And died from sorrow, grief and tears. If those old walls could now report They'd tell of captives in that fort Who languished there, for many years And died of bitter grief and tears. The ancient gate can yet be seen, The entrance to St. Augustine, Which once was but an ancient fort But now a lovely spacious port. Immense stone posts, stand firm and tall, Flanked by two short coquina walls. Once guarded entrance from the land, A relic of the past they stand. A grand sea wall of much renown, Divides the water and the town. Its side the restless waters lave As on they roll in boisterous wave. 'Tis four feet wide, its length one mile, A splendid promenade the while, Where lovers many walk and court, Its north end reaches to the fort. And Villa Flora, lovely scene. No finer in St. Augustine. To every artist's eye a balm, Bedecked around with royal palms. And King street is a lovely scene Of evergreens and flowers between, A charm for tourists from the north Who spend the winter in the south. The silken moss hangs all the while Responding to the zephyr's smile, Like angel wings, it fans the air And kisses throws at ladies fair. O, would it not be nice to go And leave behind the ice and snow, And dwell in that grand city there Where flowers are blooming all the year. Next is Daytona, grand retreat, Where many Northern tourists meet. On one arm of the Halifax And it nothing in beauty lacks, The Ormond and Daytona Beach. Are near resorts and soon you reach Sea Breeze upon the ocean shore Where you can view the water o'er. And there the ocean side you reach For thirty miles along the beach. , ^ 'Tis hard and smooth and nothing lacks. For auto racing winter tracks. -* And many who would records lower Assemble on this ideal shore. ^ The east coast auto track is there As hard as asphalt all the year. Its width about three hundred feet. Length twenty miles, a track complete, Perfectly straight without a break, ^ Where many sports their money stake. ' This course has international fame, The fastest in the world they claim. i A grand club house upon the beach For comfort when this track you reach. ^ The next famous resort, Palm Beach, And when this lovely place you reach "^ Its beauties will enchant you more Than any you have seen before. Flagler, the multi-millionaire. Much money has expended there. ' He there his banner has unfurled And built the hotel of the world. The Royal Poinciana there So lovely and extremely fair, For guests ten hundred rooms to spare. Twelve hundred employees are there. ' Has sixteen hundred lamps in all And has eleven miles of hall, Four hundred sixty baths as well. And such is Flagler's grand hotel. That grand hotel in every part The climax of perfected art. Imagination's choicest dream. Immense, colossal and supreme, It's lovely walks and trees and flowers, A paradise of lovely bowers. Tongue cannot tell its beauties rare, Nor pen portray a scene so fair. Palm Beach presents a charm to me That in the north I cannot see Where cocoa nuts and palms are seen And trees and flowers are always green ; And when the avenue you reach From Poinciana to the Beach, Your heart will bound with pure delight , When you behold that lovely sight. I never saw one so complete POEMS 153 Adorned with lovely trees so sweet, - Where lovers promenade the while, The blissful hours to beguile, And Cupid follows with his dart And watches each and every heart, > And if true love they will defy He quickly lets his arrow fly. A grand pavilion on the beach Through that grand avenue you reach, •■ And there a lovely swimming pool Where you can learn to swim by rule. - i^lso the surf is close at hand Where you can walk out on the sand ♦And take a bath when you are there At any time within the year. T'alm Beach is on a lovely bay, ^ An island cuts it from the sea. *" East Palm Beach lies between the two. On that grand island tried and true. * ^'he warm gulf stream is near the coast. Of many homes this beach can boast, There's many lovely people there, And flowers blooming everywhere. Thirty-nine miles still south today Lies Miami on Biscayne Bay, The Magic City it is called; Its wondrous growth outstripped them all. Its location the southernmost -'Of all deep harbors on the coast, Its public buildings, banks are fine, 'And all upon the modern line. -/The hotel Royal Palm doth lay Where you can view the sea and bay. ..It dominates all else around. It is immense with lovely grounds. The cocoanuts and flowers fair, "> And palms are in abundance there. The groves of cocoanuts near by Are great attractions to the eye. -Fishing, boating, sailing, too. Are favorite pastimes there for you, - And such amusements will beguile. The nerves and stomach reconcile. At this point on the southern coast Of steamship lines they now can boast ^To Nassau and Havana, too, They now run regular for you. " "The East coast railroad, a great boon Will be completed and in tune. By Henry Flagler, millionaire, Immense the sum expended there. It touches all the eastern coast, Its terminal and southern post Havana on the Cuban shore Where it may be extended more. From Miami to Key West shore In miles one hundred forty-four. Of that distance there's sixty miles Of track that rests on driven piles. The railroad runs across the keys. And on them it was built with ease, Four concrete viaducts, each one Is fifty feet across the span. On piers of rock they safely lie. And they are twenty-five feet high. The tracks above the waters rest Thirty-one feet unto its crest. Those viaducts will vessels pass Of almost any kind or class. And passageways twenty-five feet each In the embankments near the beach Are made for small boats and small craft As they go sailing fore and aft. A terminal system at Key West Is grand, and long will stand the test And packet steamers there will meet And take a train of cars complete Into Havana with the crew Those boats are built such work to do. From Miami to Cuba's shore A steamboat soon wafted me o'er. We had a wind that was not slow That rocked the vessel to and fro. Stopped at Key West an hour or more And there changed boats to carry us o'er. In thirty hours, weather fair, We reach Havana's harbor; there Wreck of the Maine we did descry As we that ship were passing by. It lies submerged as to its bulk, Except masts and part of the hulk, A sad reminder of the day When patriots of America Were fired with indignation's strain Against the treachery of Spain. I viewed the remnant of the Maine, From Moro Castle it was plain. The scene brought sadness and despair To see that grand old ship lie there, My heart within was caused to weep 154 POEMS For those brave heroes who there sleep, Whose fate all patriots deplore, With sorrow deep forevermore. Near by it Moro Castle stands In Fort Cabanas on the land. That Spanish fort you ought to see, A puzzle it to you would be. For when you traverse it inside You can't get out without a guide. The man whose brain conceived the plan. While under Spain's tyrannic ban Was put to death by barbarous Spain Lest others would the plan obtain. I viewed that lovely city o'er As it lay spread upon the shore. From Moro Castle I could view The city and the ocean, too. For architecture she now rates With our cities of the states. Such lovely parks I ne'er had seen With trees and flowers ever green ; And statuary— lovely bowers, With lovely palms, and shrubs and flow- ers. The ground was covered with cement. Its surface smooth where'er I went. The Prado is a lovely street, No finer one you e'er will meet. That street, the Prado, Cuba's pride. In width is really eight rods wide. Along the center all way through Are flower beds of every hue. And on each side the flower beds A track for footmen there is spread; Outside the tracks that footmen go A row of lovely trees do grow. Outside each row of trees today Two tracks for vehicles there lay. The finest street I ever saw. The lovely sight struck me with awe. And yet in Havana one meets Some very, very narrow streets, For all the space from side to side Will measure less than twelve feet wide. As to Havana's numerous throng She is two hundred thousand strong. Much style and beauty seem to be Among the aristocracy. Yet many poor who seemed to be As shiftless as a negro free, While some would linger 'neath the palms, Extend the hand and ask for alms. Havana is a city quaint, *** And every house made white with pamt. .< Most picturesque, it is quite clear, Found in the western hemisphere. Her streets and architectural cast '*^ Are models of a distant past, And much artistic work displays <# The handiwork of former days. But in a strict commercial way •? In active hustle, she today r,. Is modern and she will compete With northern cities that you meet. , In the Cathedral, massive, strong, * In which Columbus lay so long, I saw where his ashes had lain ♦• Before they were transferred to Spain. Her fine botanical display ^ I visited without delay, S Where all the trees and fruits and flow- ers, i > ^ CS '-J h POEMS 155 Now any man who has the sand, A little cash to buy some land, Who will go there and go to work. And stick to it and never shirk. In ten years he will surely be '" An independent man and free ; Live on the profits he has won And hire all his labor done. Now much wild land is timbered there ^ And if the land you want to clear The timber more than pays the bill, \i^our land is ready then to till. Mahogany and other wood, IfAnd ebony, exceeding good. And many woods that's superfine . X)o there abound, as well as pine. ^ When Uncle Sam those Cubans tame ' And stops their revolution game And Cuba sure enough is free ' "She then a winter home will be, w A Mecca for each northern state Where they can go to recreate, And land will go to prices high, ^^Itar out of sight to sell or buy. While in Havana I did stay I went sight-seeing every day. Many surprises there I found. In city and country around. I saw green corn six inches high, -' And green corn ready to lay by. While some in silk and roasting ear. And some were cribbing corn with care. At the hotel where I did stay, I ate green corn 'most every day, And on inquiry there I found "They have it there the whole year round. I left Havana on a boat V^'^nd gracefully she seemed to float. No storms did blow the waves to swell, ^Twas lovely as a marriage bell. And when Miami we did reach I took the train for dear Palm Beach. ^In Palm Beach soon I did arrive And found myself well and alive. While at Palm Beach I made my stay x' took a walk one lovely day And up and down the beach I strolled 'While 'gainst the shore waves onward rolled. -y f gathered many shells while there And some with my dear friends did share. Then to Lake Helen, Florida, I came and there a month did stay At Hotel Webster did apply With Casadaga Camp near by. And many from the north were there To spend the cold part of the year To bask in sunny breezes fine And breathe the fragrance of the pine, Where flowers are profuse and fair And ever blooming all the year. Camp Casadaga's superfine. Upon a hill amongst the pine, Upon the bank of Spirit Lake, Where many winter homes do make. And Spirit Lake the camp near by Reflects the azure of the sky, Adorned with palmetto and pine The landscape there is superfine. it was fine to have a boat And on that lake to fish and float And daily on its banks to walk And often with the spirits talk. 1 joined in pleasures of the day. To while the fleeting hours away, With many friends whom I met there In that dear land so bright and fair. When winter waned and lovely spring Had come, and birds began to sing I hied me north and ceased to roam And there enjoyed my dear old home. A RETROSPECTIVE VIEW OF LIFE. In childhood days the wheels of time Seem to be slowly rolling. As up to the mount of life we climb, To childhood inconsoling. For then a month seems like a year So slowly is its passing. We long for manhood to appear, And with it many blessings. When gladsome days of youth are near. We hail them as a treasure. And feel that we have naught to fear. Life will be full of pleasure. When middle age comes creeping on. With cares and sorrows thickly. 156 POEMS We feel the best of life is gone, And time is passing quickly. When old age comes with silver hair, And faltering steps appearing, Our loved ones have passed over there, The close of life is nearing; 'Tis then the wheels of time roll fast. And life seems short and fleeting, We calmly look back o'er the past. Childhood and age seems meeting. This world is one great normal school. To fill our minds with knowledge, How to live by the golden rule, And enter heaven's college. But, if we spend our time in sin, And foolish earthly pleasures. With no credentials to pass in. We'll miss those heavenly treasures. Then let our words and acts insure. Incense with sweet aroma. That we may from earth's school se- cure A heavenly diploma. For when we enter heaven's gate. We'll need that great essential, Earth's school diploma there will rate As a first-class credential. — John Francis Myers. Age 76 years, Dec. 13, 1910. STICK TO THE FARM The man who owns a well kept farm. Is one who never has alarm, Nor dread of great financial loss. Nor that he can't be his own boss. Banks may suspend, or have to close, And struggle through financial throes, Factories may close, or workmen strike. When wages are not what they like. Merchants may fail for lack of brains, In buying stock that brings no gains. Mines may suspend, the lode run short. Or pay small profits from the start. Or if investments in the town. Your city buildings may burn down. But if you own good farming land, Your fortune will forever stand. A wise diversity of crop. Will prove a sure financial prop. If one should fail another hits. In the financial niche it fits. And thus the profits will be fair, Enough to eat and drink and wear, With reasonable financial care. Some luxuries with friends to share. Stick to the farm and you'll enjoy What panics never can destroy. And while you lie in peaceful sleep,, ,, The great I Am. your farm will keep. Before the year comes to an end, tf^ You'll have more leisure time to spend. Than men in any other trade, ^ And have a handsome living made. ^ THE POWER OF THE HUMAN" ^ WILL. The power of the human will is great. No obstacle can long withstand its "^^ force; Not long hast a determined will to wait. Opposing forces soon adopt it's course. No joy for which thy hungry soul hast striven. No cherished hope that good may come to thee. But if thou dost deserve it. 'twill' . be given, For with each earnest wish 'twill nearer be. ■■--fM The blessing thou dost crave in silence } waits, Tho' in the distance and unseen it be, If to thy soul's desire it relates, Live worthy, call it, and 'twill come to thee. Then brother set thy moral beacon^ ■ high, , And steer thy life boat straight to reach the goal, _ 1 Unswerving, thou wilst reach it by-jp and by, 'Twill bring great joy and pleas- ure to thy soul. POEMS 157 THERE IS NO EXCELLENCE WITHOUT LABOR ' There's many men who could ad- vance, Who think this is a world of chance, Who wait for fortune, luck, or fate. To make them wealthy, wise and great. And with no effort on their part. For wealth or literature or art, [\ But plod their way from day to day. Wishing good luck to come their way. J., The man who reaches fortune's goal, Must have the courage in his soul, To plan MMth a determined will. And strive and work his plans to fill. " If slow at first be not dismayed, Work to increase the progress made, With increased vigor onward press. Determined to achieve success. No man has won an honored name, or reached the pinnacle of fame, ithout great effort on his part, Of soul and body and the heart. He every effort must put forth. And show the world his actual worth, The world his efforts will repay. Success is sure to come his way. ^ MY VIOLIN My sweet old violin. My heart and purse did win, I gladly took it in, When first we met. Friend Slason brought it here, When first it did appear. And it my heart doth cheer. With music yet. When first the bow I drew, On this grand prize so new, 'Twas eighteen fifty-two, I it did meet. It thrills me when I play. With pleasure night or day, It's voice my heart doth sway, With music sweet. Whene'er I make the bow Glide lightly to and fro. My heart will overflow, With love divine. It's music sweet, appears, Enchanting to my ears, With bliss and joy it cheers, This heart of mine. The lulling sounds doth seem. Like ripples of a stream. They haunt me when I dream, With tunes of old. And echoes low and sweet, Like angels when they meet. Make music with their feet, On streets of gold. When pleasure is my guest. In South or East or West. Of friends it is the best, When far away. My violin indeed, Has been a friend in need, Of sorrow I am freed, When it I play. BE KIND TO OLD TRILBY Be kind to old Trilby, my good old brown mare, For she is so kind and so true, And when she is asked in our labor to share That she's always ready to do. And when I hitch her to take a nice drive. She needs not a whip or a spur. But to make a good three minute gait she will strive. And she makes rapid strides to get there. And when there's a rail road crossing near She will sharpen her ear and her ey«.. If she finds that the train is almost there. She then waits till it passes by. 158 POEMS But if in the distance the train is heard And she knows she has time to get past. She will dart across like a fleet winged bird In a style and a gait that's first class. Your automobiles have no charm for me, They incur an enormous expense. And when you ride out your dear friends to see, It displays not the kast bit of sense. For when you approach an embank- ment or creek. Unless you are watchful and skilled, You'll have to be watchful, your own safety seek, Or ten chances to one you'll be killed. Then give me old Trilby, she's trusty and true, And will stop anywhere at my word, If I tell her I want her to faster go, She is off, and as fleet as a bird. Then feed Trilby well on the best you can find Of the grain on the market today. And her oats and corn have the miller to grind, Also feed her the best of the hay. For she'll marvel much at cheap, shoddy food Like wheat bran and corn husks and straw. Hence, I want Trilby's food to be first class and good, For her conduct is free from a flaw. Then give me old Trilby, she's trusty, you know, And will stop anywhere at my word. And if I should tell her to faster go. She is off and as fleet as a bird. TO MY COUNTRY. O, My Country, land of freedom, From oppression stay thy hand, But the weak and struggling nations Who are worthy, by them stand. Every land, oppressed and weary Of the tyrant's rule today. And their pathway dark and dreary, Tell them of the righteous way. Feed them on the bread of kindness. Teach them glorious freedom's laws, Recognize their efforts early, Help them study freedom's cause. Thy grand birthright do not barter To extend thy power afar. Lest thou to maintain thy charter Should incur a bloody war. Conquered isles, thou dost not need them, God thy destiny did mould. Thou art blessed with glorious free- dom, Wrenched from tyrant kings of old. Let the nations old and hoary Press their conquests, held with blood; Thou canst show the world thy glory, Teach them laws for human good. THE SERPENT'S TONGUE. The man or woman old or young, Whose mouth contains a serpent's tongue. Will tattle up and down the street, Backbiting everyone they meet. With poisonous words will try to brand And smear the worthiest in the land. And sneer at all who dare compete And will not worship at their feet. You often hear them hint at things, Tell it in shrugs and whisperings. While scheming, with their utmost power Their neighbor's credit to devour. Those who their tongues cannot con- trol, Are cursed with such a poisonous soul. Should be confined within a cell Where none will hear the lies they tell The precepts of the golden rule Should now be taught in every school, POEMS 159 That children may be taught while young The evils of a tattling tongue, That when another's faults they see They should view them with charity; Withhold the dregs of slander's cup, And try with love to lift them up. LOVE EACH OTHER. O, if all would love each other As well as each one loves himself, And would treat each as a brother, And get honestly his pelf, Then this world would be a heaven, And of untold happiness. And the best that e'er was given, And each would all others bless. O, if each word was a kind one. And if every frown a smile. Such a world you could not find one. Though you'd hunt a good long while. O, if everyone was jolly, Peace and joy and pleasure sought, All the tears and melancholy Very soon would be forgot. And if brother spake to brother As true love demands of all. And envy and malice smother Toward each one. erreat and small. If all those grand traits were given And those blessings came to pass, O, this world would be a heaven. Peace and joy forever last. NEVER BE DISCOURAGED. When fortune frowns upon you, And everything looks blue. It does no good to worry And nothing try to do. It does no good bewailing Mistakes that you have made. Or counting up your losses. And paths in which you've strayed. It does no good declaring That others are to blame, For he who blames his comrades Is apt to share the same. And weeping never helps you, It irritates your nerves, But face all things with courage, It best your purpose serves. Cheer up, my brother pilgrim, Be a courageous man, If you were not successful Get up and try again. And if you meet affliction With courage bold, then try. Success will crown your efforts With pleasure, by and by. THERE IS NO DEATH. There is no death. The spirit hies, To other spheres doth soar, To join the great celestial throng And dwell for evermore. There is no death, The earth, the seed, When moistened by the showers, Will turn to golden grain or fruit, Or lovely tinted flowers. There is no death. The leaves may fall. Wither and soon decay. They bide their time through winter's thrall And wait the coming May. There is no death. The atom small. The life of all we see Is part and parcel of them all 'Twill ever live and be. There is no death. 'Tis only change To seek some other form; Dame Nature laws did so arrange With her resistless charm. And spirit's wishing to converse Around us often tread, For all the boundless universe Is life. There is no dead. RUINED BY DRINK. I knew a bright and handsome youth, Unsullied was his name. He wandered from the paths of truth And found both death and shame. 160 POEMS When warned by friends of danger in All whiskey, wine and beer, And drinking, an immoral sin, He turned a listless ear. He^ said, I'll ne'er a drunkard be, ^ I'll always stop and think, I'll not resign my liberty To never take a drink. But one drink for another called, As always is the case. That bright youth soon became en- thralled In rum's sure death embrace. A few brief years of want and woe, While loved ones o'er him sighed, He went the road all drunkards go, And without hope he died. Oh youths and men, a warning take. Drink whiskey, wine nor beer, Not even for your best friend's sake, Tho urged by one most dear. To friends and God a promise make, Thou'lt ne'er become a thrall, To drink that will intoxicate, And cause you thus to fall. For he who drinks is sure to slip. In degradation's mire. When held by rum's relentless grip. He seldom will rise higher. THE EFFECT AND VALUE OF A SMILE. There's nothing more potential that makes life worth the while, That costs so little, wins so much, as does a pleasant smile. The smile, an index of the heart, from love intensely felt. Will drive all angry thoughts away, the hardest heart 'twill melt. There is no room for sorrow when we meet a pleasant smile, It cheers the heart of everyone and is never out of style. With influence beyond compute, with many blessing blent It soothes our sorrows, calms our fears and does not cost a cent. It cheers and charms the fainting heart, our courage will renew, Dim^es our cheeks and gives us strength to paddle our own canoe. It pays Us compound interest on every smile that's lent, It is a grand investment and it does not cost a cent. And then it comes so easy with no effort on your part; If practiced it will give to you a sym- pathetic heart. 'Tis born of true affection, it your sorrows will beguile, It sweetens life upon the way, to ever wear a smile. It is the emblem of the soul endowed from courts above, Its source a sympathetic heart imbued with sweetest love. Then smile dear friends, forever smile, it always brings content, It is your best investment and it does not cost a cent. December 9, 1910. DECEMBER. The trees have shed their leaves of green, ' The sky obscured and drear. Presents a misty, gloomy scene, With meadows brown and sere. The drops of mist hang on the blades And shine like brilliant gems. The roses droop their blushing heads. Bedecked with diadems. The gloomy scene impresses me. That, like the flowers that bloom, In winter of our lives we'll see '\ December days of gloom. And like the flowers pass away, Hidden from human sight. To bloom again on some sweet day In mansions of delight. The flowers droop their lovely heads From frost and chilling rain. In spring they burst their winter beds. In beauty bloom again. POEMS 161 THE OLD PEAR TREE. A pear tree on the county farm, A great surprise to me today, " When full of fruit presents a charm, To all who chance to pass that way. 'Tis in the garden, free from harm, And none so old I chance to know, When Father first improved the farm 'Twas planted, seventy years ago. It measures now six feet around, k I measured it when I was there, Measured two feet above the ground. It then was hanging full of pears. The Superintendent, my friend Karr, , Measured the crop the year before. He informed me 'twas up to par, And seventy-five bushels or more. Now, horticulturists of today, . Is not that tree superbly grand Surpassing any fruit display Oi any pear tree in the land. Now if the boasted Sudduth pear Of my friend, Augustine, today Can beat that grand old pear tree there. Then I no more on pears will say. Now to all men I wish to say, Select for propagation here Long lifed varieties, I pray. That bounteous crops of fruit will bear. For every time I chance to see That grand old pear tree standing there > I think how very nice 'twould be To propagate that grand old pear. SUNSHINE AND SHADOWS When glorious sunshine crowns the day With golden gleams, illumes the way With radiant charms, the grand dis- play Fills every heart with pleasure. But when the golden sunshine's fled A sable shade o'er earth is spread. Then sadness c^mes in pleasJure's stead, With gloom beyond all measure. If you make shadows in your heart. By acts and words make others smart. The sunshine from you will depart, 'Twill grief and sadness bring you. Then shame and sorrow will come next, And you will daily be perplexed, And worried with yourself and vexed. And retribution sting you. But, if you want sunshine in you, Do right in everything you do, Be honest, just, be kind and true. Then true sunshine will bless you. If you are good and true and wise. With no deceit and no disguise, And evil acts and words despise. No shadows will distress you. Then let the glorious sunshine beam Within your heart, a radiant gleam. And fill you with its golden stream, 'Twill bless and cheer you ever. Let sunshine gleam like gems of art, From love's sweet promptings of your heart. Then gloom and shadows will depart And joy be thine forever. If dire misfortune should you curse. Look up, do not your trouble nurse. But feel that it might have been worse. Could not have been prevented. Then on the bright side look with joy; It will your troubles soon destroy. And you will life and health enjoy. Be happy and contented. FOLLOW CHRIST, THO HE BE GOD OR MAN Since man made his advent, quite checkered his story, From Adam to Christ had no true moral force. His life was precarious, and vain was his glory, His life a delusion and downward his course; 162 POEMS For four thousand years very slow his progression, For he through the ages had no guiding star, His course through the ages oft times retrogression, His beacon light shining through bloodshed and war. Till lo! in Bethlehem, — land of Judea, An infant was born, and his banner unfurled. His mission was love, and his central idea A foundation laid for a civilized world, His precepts were grand, and the best ever given To guide and direct a poor sin- stricken world, And since that glad day many millions have striven To follow his footsteps, with banner unfurled. Those precepts have transformed a world of oppression And taught the world, man has an inherent right. And marked out a civilized path of progression, Till peace is our slogan and looming in sight. And yet skeptics say Christ was only a human, No judge sent from heaven our conduct to scan. That he was no Savior tho he was a true man, That life after death was ne'er vouchsafed to man. Then since His grand precepts have wrought such great blessings. And wild heathen nations have tamed by their sway, Whom many fine civilized traits are possessing, 'Tis better we follow those precepts today. No life was more fine and no man ever better, No pattern more perfect than Christ left for man, Then we should regard other teaching a fetter And live by those precepts as near as we can. i Now if he was human like us, and no Savior, ^ His life an example for us e'er will be. ,' Then let us be like Him in all our' behavior, And set an example for others to see. For if we Him follow through every temptation. And in His grand precepts we strict ly confide, Tho Savior or not, we'll have God's,- Twelve hundred sixty years Till seventeen and ninety eight. Dispensing blood and tears. People were persecuted then For mere opinion's sake. All who would not recant their views Were then burnt at the stake. Thus fifty millions perished By the priesthood's vile decree. And men were not allowed to think That God had made them free. All power being united Did the people's thoughts suppress. A man was soon indicted Who their creed would not con- fess. He must the Papal faith endorse Or he was soon contemned, In many cases treated worse, Was tried and then condemned To die a martyr for the cause That he believed was right, A victim of the cruel laws That Priestcraft did indite. Now God, for lo those many years. Had watched the Papal power. While they were wringing blood and tears From victims forced to cower. God then decreed 'twas time to save Those whom to him were true That he would save them from the grave, Give them a country new. He chose Columbus as the man, The new world to explore, He fitted out his sailing van And led him to the shore Of this new world of treasures rare, Where man will e'er be free. And liberty of conscience share. As God's will did decree. This new world he designed for all Oppressed of every land. Where they can worship him in truth As conscience doth demand. A haven fair for all the world. Where ever man is free; The Stars and Stripes proudly un- furled. Emblem of liberty. 'Twas sixteen hundred twenty, when The Pilgrim Fathers came. And immigrants came plenty then, And thousands did the same. And this great nation gained in wealth Also in numbers fast. While England, with a jealous eye. Resolved to hold her fast. But God decreed that this fair land, For ever shall be free. 174 POEMS That those brave pilgrim pioneers, Should have their liberty. Oppression's citadel was stormed, it died, sad and forlorn, An independent nation formed. And freedom's child was born. When God this nation planned to build. The means he did provide. 'I'was built according to his will, It's destiny he'll guide. A beacon light for all the world. To guide the human race. And freedom's flag they will unfurl, And liberty embrace. When England sent her soldiers here, This nation's power to sway, God taught her that she must be- ware, He'd run it his own way. He chose his agents for the task, Washington, and Jefferson, With many other heroes brave, And they, the victory won. And yet the wickedness of man, Still rankled in his veins, He held within this glorious land, Black men, in slavery's chains. Held them as servants by his might For greed of sordid gold, Deprived him of his sacred right To slavery he was sold. But slavery could not long exist. In freedom's chosen land. God caused his agents to insist That it not long should stand. And when the South appealed to arms, God quickly did prepare. And soon he sounded the alarm. And sent his agents there. With Lincoln at the helm to guide, With Grant and Sherman true. With God himself, to watch the tide, Impress them what to do, They saved this land for freedom's shrine, Christened from shore to shore As freedom's central home divine, To live forevermore. And now for laws just and benign. This nation stands alone, The Ship of State glides peacefully, On waters of her own. ,, And Uncle Sam's justice and grace, And dealings so benign, , That in God's love he holds a place, God's ruling is divine. Long, long this nation will be ruled. By God's own sovereign will, ,4 Her people are fast being schooled. In laws of freedom still. He will her troubled waters clear And watch the ebbing tide, A Teach her of breakers to beware, \ Her Ship of State he'll guide, ^4 The precepts taught in freedom's, v school. > The basis of our laws Are based upon the golden rule, f On which we rest our cause. The justice of this nation's laws, A subject, of our pride, Is winning friends for freedom's cause. And spreading far and wide. The leaven now is rising fast, In lands across the sea. Their laws they will revising be Some day they'll all be free. 1 Bartholdi with prophetic eye, Foresaw our destiny. A monument he mounted high. Beacon for liberty, In New York Harbor grandly stands, Where all the world can see, Proudly proclaiming to all lands The world will yet be free. \ a. This glorious land will ever care For all the world's oppressed. A Children of every nation here, j Will be forever blest. -<»' She is a friend to every land. And ever pleads for peace; She has the power to command; Her power will increase. Invulnerable she stands today, With stars and stripes unfurled; And she is now prepared to say To nations of the world. POEMS 175 ■'With England's help, we now de- mand, That wars forever cease, With strength combined we will command, ^ A universal peace." And not far distant is the time They'll issue that decree. And every land and every clime ) To it will bow the knee; i\nd arbitration will prevail, 1 And harmony increase; ^fl'he plans of God will never fail, j The world will be at peace. ', 'Republics, nations all will be A band of sisters true ,,\nd every nation will be free. And freedom's laws pursue. )Freedom will reign throughout the world, ' With every land and tongue, ller glorious banner be unfurled. Her praises loudly sung The steamboat, railroad, telegraph Cable and telephone Will line the earth with many a path; ' Christ's teaching all will own; And one religion will prevail, Only one God be known; Under one banner all will sail, ' And God receive his own. J )rHE GULF COAST COUNTRY OF TEXAS i One vast expanse of level land ]VFrom Gulf Coast to the Rio Grande ■And on that land so smooth and fair ^There's farms and towns located j there, yf\nd many settlers coming in, i vVith full intent to make it win, .: 3y raising cattle by the score, ^Horses and mules and hogs galore. \ vVith corn, alfalfa, also cane, i And oats and other kinds of grain; •\^vVhile citrus fruits of every kind They raise enough to please the mind, ■ And grapes delicious, sweet and mild, Along the timbers growing wild, And many irrigate for rice, Because it brings a paying price. But many prairies yet remain As nature made that lovely plain. Where many cattle long have trod And plow-share never turned the sod; And just as far as eye can see The land from settlement is free. By cattle barons 'tis controlled, They many, many acres hold. Yet many, whose best days are spent, Have sold their land for settlement, Have quit their former strenuous strife And now enjoy a quiet life. And many acres are for sale To settlers, on this fertile vale, And settlers now are coming fast And here their future lots will cast. Peaches, and pears, and tigs grows fine, And many to citrus fruit incline, Satsuma oranges do well. And on the market highly sell. Pecans and lemons also thrive. And apricots are much alive. And sweet potatoes often yield Two hundred bushels in the field. And Kafifir corn and millet, too. Grow finely in this country new. But sure alfalfa is the stuff, 'Tis growing well here, sure enough. Makes many cuttings in one year And it will sure much money clear. And vegetables of every brand Succeed in' this black prairie land. The greatest scheme on hand today, The intercoastal water way From Mississsippi river planned. To Brownsville on the Rio Grande. That grand canal of which they boast Will tap all bays along the coast They'll excavate the land between. From Brownsville up to New Or- leans. And one continuous waterway Will skirt the Gulf from bay to bay And boats will charge much cheaper rate Than any railroad in the state For hauling freight from place to place, Upon this inter-coastal race; 176 POEMS And boats from Brownsville up will go, Where Mississippi's waters flow. And also up the Ohio, Where ever canal boats can go, Up all connecting rivers land, Then back unto the Rio Grande. They'll haul the freight from either way, And will the Gulf Coast country pay A big per cent upon its cost; Of its great worth its friends will boast. She has the biggest sulphur mine; The biggest salt mine, it is fine. And oil within the state galore; Gas in abundance, yet in store And timber grand, a vast amount Of pine and cypress beyond count, And hardwood plenty, to supply The world's great future bye and bye. She has rich mines of iron ore In great abundance, yet in store. Will make that product cheap at home For many many years to come. The gulf coast has in water front One third the nation's compliment .And climate temperate and mild To bless each woman, man and child. Artesian water always found When deep enough you tap the ground And you will get a constant flow To water everything you know, And if you want to irrigate The whole expense will not be great. For if you have no river nigh A well and pump your wants supply. Much fish and oysters here abound, No better in the states are found. In quality are extra fine And you can on them cheaply dine. This gulf coast is a paradise, The land as yet is low in price, But immigration's boundless might Will send the prices out of sight. Now of good health the people boast All up and down the southwest coast. The salt sea breeze pervades the air And sickness here, they claim, is rare;^ Although new comers settling here May have some sickness the first year, But soon acclimated will be .^ And then from sickness almost free .1 ■I This country's filling up quite fast The growth of towns, seldom sur passed. And land is selling double quick And when they come they're sure stick; And after they are here one year "^ They would not leave for anywhere And here contented they remain .\nd work and strive much wealth t< gain. Near Markham is an oil field great/" It rivals any in the state, \ And in this country all around 'i, Oil in abundance may abound. They're shipping oil from out this field, 1 And plenty seems to be the yield; And many oil cars come and go To keep pace with the constant flow. "I And many oil wells will go down Around about this railroad town. The land is now upon the boom ^ .And soon it higher up will loom. i Many are planting orange groves. Development now onward moves; E're this decade comes to a close, This land will blossom like the rose. Now fruits and crops not mentioneci. here 1 Grow well and make two crops each! year; ' And live stock on the grass abouni That live on grass the whole year' round. ] And get no feed except the grass, J Many of them for beef will pass, j Such is the country we can boast . In Texas on the southwest coast. Of grand old Illinois we're proud, Her praise we oft are sounding loud Of Iowa, Missouri, too. Those grand old states we think will do. But Texas prairies grand and wide POEMS 177 By immigration's coming tide "■ Will surely soon be occupied, Then she will be our special pride. For products of most any brand, .\?rhat grows in almost any land, I Can be produced in Texas soil •By common sense and proper toil. Then if xou soon will take a stand 'Twixt gulf coast and the Rio Grande, jAnd use good industry and skill Your coffers you can quickly fill. ^eNow taking Texas all in all, '• With outlet to the great canal, -•She offers more inducements grand Than any state within the land; -And those who buy while land is cheap, "Will surely soon large profits reap; And those who on her soil abide Be happy and be satisfied. THE TILLER OF THE SOIL How blest the t'ller of the soil, Who works from day to day, And earns his bread by honest toil; To him it is but play. The bleating flocks, and lowing herds And blush of smiling flowers. The gladsome songs, the warbling ^ birds, Bring many peaceful hours. J The fragrant mornings lure him on, ^ Make light his daily toil, ' With health and hope his work is done, "' While tilling of the soil. Through balmy winds, and sweet per- ^' fumes. Whose billows roll afar, ^ From off the fields of clover bloom, He breathes the fragrant air. O thoughtless youth remember thou. Whilst blessed with sweet perfume, And day by day, thou guidest the plow, Midst fragrant flowers in bloom, There's those to whom it is denied. To dwell with nature's God, Who dwell in heat intensified, And in the city plod. In buildings dark or glare of street, That health and life destroy, They miss the joy of nature's sweets That farmers' boys enjoy. O, tiller of the soil, all men, For food, depend on thee; The countless throng in cities din. On land or on the sea, Live on the products of the land, So beautiful to see. The honest labor of thy hand, So generous and free. O, faithful tiller of the soil, Thou friend of all mankind. If thou wouldst cease thy honest toil. The helpless world would find A world wide want all o'er the land. That no one could supply. Nothing to fill the empty hand. Then all mankind would die. Then count tfay lot a blessed one, Thou youth, upon the farm; For when thy daily work is done. No life has sweeter charm. THOU ART THE SHIP Thou art the ship in which a gem's in store, To thee more priceless than all in the land, Why wilst thou drift on thoughtlessly to shore Where rocks and breakers every ship may strand? Thy will, O man, is captain of the craft. And also is the pilot on the way; O, why wilst thou be drifting fore and aft, With every fickle fancy of the day. That priceless gem of countless worth to thee, Is thy dear soul, a part of God, divine, O, steer thee to a calm and placid sea, With charity and peace and love benign. O, save the ship, thou thoughtless, sinful man. And steer it to the haven of the blest. 178 POEMS Where all is peace; this life is but a span, Go where all wearied souls find joy and rest. Make charity and love thy beacon light, To guide thee safely o'er life's bois- trous wave, So if you come to part by day or night, Thy beacon light that priceless gem will save. BE CONSISTENT AND CONSER- VATIVE. I knew a man — the dollar was his God, And now his body lies beneath the sod. He had no time for church, nor rest, nor prayer; No time to visit friends no matter — where. No time to watch the sunbeam's golden glint, Nor view the blue ethereal heaven's tint; No time to spend in home pleasures so dear. With wife and children, nor to dry a tear. But money was the object of his life; In its pursuit he worked with daily strife. For home and friends he had but small expense, His wealth in lands and gold it was immense. For education little did he pay, To fit his children for a future day. At last his health failed, he was growing old. Had sacrificed his life for sordid gold. With wealth immense, life's comforts to supply, In sorrow and remorse he had to die. And failed to live a pure and higher life. The lands and gold he had to leave behind. While he had failed to cultivate his mind. And fill his heart with charity and ^ love. Which are the requisites in spheres] above, He had to enter in the lower sphere. Where spirits of his class were dwell-i ing there. Whose minds were void of charity and love, 4 Unfit to dwell in higher spheres i above. His wealth was left to wife and children dear Who had no training for its proper care. ,'( It seemed to only make his children vain. With no ability wealth to retain. They thought they'd ever have much gold in store, , The wolf of want could never find their door; But reckless waste and ignorance ^ prevailed i And in due time in business they failed. Great wealth to children often proves / a curse, [ Resources oft they fail to learn toi* nurse. Before they learn the leaks and drains to stay, *y Their fortune taken wings and flown away, ' Then let us be conservative and true. Consistent in all things we say and do. Take time to give the spirit righteous * food. When he arrived within the spirit And feed the mind with everything' spheres, that's good. He found he'd whiled away his earth- While seeking for a good earthly sup- ly years ply. In vain pursuit of gold through daily Remember that this body soon must strife, die. POEMS 179 EASTER How rapid is the flight of time, How swift is life's decay. Though we should seek a foreign clime, ^ Still death brooks no delay. The light and clouds, the ebb and flow. The sunshine and the rain, •uAve types of life that come and go Like pleasure and like pain. \lay we this day at dawn and close, See the ethereal sky, Alright as the day when Christ arose, - A Savior to supply. The green, glad earth reflects the song \- That angels then did sing; All nations with her countless throng Joyfully welcomes spring. And crowns her queen of earth's green bowers So beautiful to see. Bedecks her robes with lovely flowers Emblems of purity. Welcome to spring, with lavish hand She scatters blessings free, While marching to the dulcet band Of brook, and bird and tree. All nature at her gentle kiss, ^^ Vibrates, and throbs with life, 'Her fragrant breath, charms with a ^Q bliss. _, Her sweet perfume is rife, ■"■'The flowers on her bosom rest And blush with smiles so coy, The virgin forests feel so blest '^' They wave signals of joy. W .Millions are bowing at her shrine, i Around her festal board. fv-'Her bounteous blessings art divine, Rich treasures from the Lord. ^' But there will come a reckoning time When winter's icy blade. Will swing with chilling power sub- lime, And leaves and flowers will fade. The dirge of death will then be heard. The birds will cease their lay. The fields and meadows brown and seared, For spring has passed away. Yea. there will come a day when time Will turn our locks to gray, And we'll invoke the power divine To guide us on our way. Our quaking hearts with faltering breath Stand still, awe struck and dumb. When solemnly we think of death, What after it will come. With shaded eye we fain will scan The future, to know where To find a sign board left for man. To guide him over there. Lo and behold, one crucified Who rolled the clouds away; Who on a Roman cross hath died, And now to man doth say: I am the signboard thou couldst see. Give heed, O man, beware, For I have paid the debt for thee, I'll guide thee over there. All sons and daughters of the King Are those who followed me. My soldiers of the cross I bring. Where pleasures e'er will be. All ye who seek eternal life. The straight and narrow way. Will all be free from care and strife In that eternal day. ENVY NOT THY BROTHER O, envy not thy neighbor, On whom fortune kindly smiled. Although you have to labor. And he may be fortune's child. 'Tis not the wealthy, who in life True happiness will find, But he who without fear or strife Does good to all mankind. O, envy not those who are blest With face and form more fair. The looks will not be made the test When we get over there. But he whose heart is pure within Whose life will stand the test, Will be the one to enter in And be forever blest. O, envy not the man of strength. With health and vigor rife, 180 POEMS Although his life be of great length With little toil or strife, Success in life not to the strong, Who trust in strength and might, But to the honest, upright throng Who battle for the right. O, envy not the one whose life Has wrought an honored name, Who mounted high through honest strife The pinnacle of fame; But render unto every one That you in life have known, The honors they have justly won By efforts of their own. For those on whom dame fortune frowned. Let pity swell your heart, With love and charity profound, Show kindness on your part. For God is watching every day. Our thoughts and actions, too. And he'll reward us some sweet day For all we say and do. WHEN THE EVENING SHADES WERE FALLING When the evening shades were fall- ing, I my loved wife had caressed, And all nature gently calling All her living ones to rest, And my babies stopped their playing; Came and climbed upon my knee, All my daily cares delaying, 'Twas a happy time for me. When the sun was slowly setting, And my daily routine o'er. And the busy work and fretting Of the day, with me no more; And my babies sleeping sweetly, In my arms, and on my knee, I enjoyed those hours completely, "Twas a happy time for me. When the sun was slowly sinking In the far off distant west, And the stars were brightly twink- ling, And my babies gone to rest; And my locks, that were so jetty, Changed to be a silver gray, And my babies once so pretty And my wife had passed away. Then the sunset made me dreary, When I mused upon the past. And at evening I was weary, , And with sorrow overcast, \ Then 'twas guardian angels blessed me With another, kind and true, Who hast loved me and caressed m And whose love is always new. Now the sun again hast blessed me ^- With a soft and mellow light. And my loved one doth caress me And it fills me with delight. Vj But my locks are white and hoary And the stars begin to shine, ^ They will light my path to glory,_ ~1 To those loved and lost of mine.u Where we'll bask in balmy breezei,.'" Of the lovely spirit spheres. Where the flowery landscape pleases, ^ And brings joy through endlesis years. We'll progress without a fetter. Onward, upward, evermore; And grow wiser and grow better ' Till we reach the heavenly shore. I TO THE DAUGHTERS OF COLUMBIA Ye daughter of this glorious land, O, do you really know That fair Columbia's daughters standi The best where'er you go. ^j For intellect and female tact, 1 And beauty, they compare < Superior, such is the fact, To ladies everywhere. ; And do you realize the fact ^ That you are honored more. And in your freedom you are backed By generous laws galore. | You are more free, please understand,^ Than Orients e'er have been. Female oppression in some lands Is cruel and a sin. How would you like to live the life Of those Assyrian maids; POEMS 181 How would you like to be a wife, In harems dark and staid, In old Damascus where they live Under the Koran's ban, And veil your face, to not be seen i: By other than your man. h How would you like to be penned up In back room or up stair, And have the front so latticed ^ That no man could see you there. «And would you like always to wear A wrapper large and black, .With string tied loosely round your ,-, waist, And look like a big sack. With heavy veil to hide your grace, J And shield your many charms. Lest other men should see your .face Or outline of your form. E.How would you like to never talk To any other man, Except your family at home. Live under such a ban. How would you like your parents choose A husband dear for you. No matter who has won your love, Ncr who you think will do; And you are much dissatisfied To wed your parents' choice, ' Nor see him till the day you wed, In choosing have no choice. I Now such is Mohammedan rule, Has ever been in use. All women of the Koran school Submit to such abuse. Now ladies of America, j So honored and so free. Do you appreciate its worth, Your home of liberty. In music, literature, and art You stand equal with men; In life's pursuits, in many a part Men's equals you have been, - And soon you will be free, indeed. For it quite soon will be To ladies votes all will give heed. And all be truly free. Then let your actions correspond With your high type of brains, And in your fashions never fawn To Paris, but take pains To manufacture home designs. Both sensible and good, That will be sure to please the minds Of all your sisterhood. NO NONSENSE IN HEAVEN For there we'll have no hobble skirts Parading on the streets. No giddy girls to wink and flirt With boys they chance to meet. No umbrella hats to hide The preacher from your view, No auto driving fools to ride Carelessly over you. No fashions hideous and vain, Nor styles vulgar and mean. Styles sensible, and neat and plain Will ever there be seen. No shoes so shaped to cramp the toes And give to each a corn, And fill the heart with many woes, Make you sad and forlorn. And no low bosomed dresses there. To show the ladies forms; And each wear dresses neat and fair To cover up their arms. All will be beautiful and chaste, And what each one admires They will create to suit their taste. And fill their heart's desires. For spirits have the power of thought To make what they desire; Quickly the clothes of each are wrought, In styles that they admire. And each and every one will pose In their peculiar style. And each will wear their last year's clothes When e'er they think worth while, Whate'er a spirit learned to love, In dress, or home or art, They can create in spheres above. By thought upon their part. They think the form of what they want Its form will soon appear, And when they want to come to earth As quick as thought they're here. 182 POEMS Then let us be conservative In fashions we display, And cultivate consistency While on our earthly way. The useful and the beautiful So pleasingly combine That we can duplicate them. In the spheres of the divine. WILLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN With the power of his genius He the multitudes did sway, He captured his great party On a past convention day; Thrice the leader of his party For the presidential chair, Defeated by the money power. By means unjust — unfair. The railroads and monopolies Who for the money strive, The millionaires, and money power Who ofif the masses thrive, With trusts and bankers did combine The masses to control. To bring defeat to Col. Bryan, The people did cajole. The nation's laws they did dictate, The masses to oppress. And leave them in a helpless state. No earthly power to bless. Those powers would not tolerate The logic of his speech If Christ had faced them day by day. The same to them had preached. They would have placed upon his head A wicked thorny crown, Just as they treated Col. Bryan, They would have turned him down. But now the people have awoke. And realize the fact That they are still oppressed by laws, Framed by the schemers tact. The doctrines taught by Col. Bryan Are coming with full sway. And now the national powers that be Are adopting them today. A model patriot is he, Unchangeable and true; Unselfishly he does accord To every man his due. A mark of hostile critics he Has often been maligned; But time has proved his precepts ar Consistent and divine. And those who once derided him Are now singing his praise, And many who have chided him, Would now his banner raise. No man in this great nation is More honored here today, The greatest nations of the earth, While traveling their way, Great homage paid to Col. Bryan, With honest, upright mien. ,, No private had such welcome home,4' As William Jennings Bryan. The champion of principles, So pure and just and true, And sentiments no greater Have been spoken, old or new, The coming glory of his life. To his great heart will be. To see eternal justice reign And all the people free. ii 1 MY CHILDHOOD DAYS. O, dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood. When oft with my brothers we played by the stream. Or hied to the grove for a romp through the wildwood; Those dear childhood scenes haunt me still when I dream. And oft, when the strawberries rip- \ ened for picking, Among the wild grass and the j flowers of the vale, * We hied to the prairie, our lips soon were licking. All reddened with strawberrie fresh from the dale. oon 1 -ies,J Whenever we yearned for a nice mess of fishes We dug up some worms to entice them to bite. POEMS 183 Then hied to the creek, where our hopes and our wishes Were realized quickly, by day or by night. And in Blooming Grove, when the J> men made a clearing, The blackberries grew with a boun- teous supply. iVe hied to the grove, and the fruit so endearing, We gathered by gallons, for jelly and pie. \nd in the rich valley were goose- '' berries bearing, And fruit, being scarce, they oft swelled the supply. \.nd I ever felt I was sumptuously faring, When eating a well sweetened gooseberry pie. *Vhen twilight had come and the fam- ily collected To sit and converse, by the bright open fire, Vly father, an instructive chapter se- lected, To read from the Bible when time to retire. \nd mother, dear mother, so often entreated Her children for good, with a sweet saintly face, \.nd lessons of right she so often re- peated, That came from a heart filled with sweet loving grace. That old fashioned Bible was read for to guide us. When not being read in my dear father's hand, Twas laid where its presence would silently chide us. In one cozy corner it lay on the stand. Sweet thoughts of my childhool in daylight or dreaming, A halo of glory e'er brings with a glow. And oft in my musing brings tears, swiftly streaming. Of joy and of sorrow for days long ago. TO THE FIELDS AND MEADOWS AT THE DAWN OF SPRING Awake, ye sere and russet vales. Thy winter robes, cast them away. Arouse ye meadows, hills and dales, And spring will meet ye, here to stay. The sun and rain, with moistening charms. Will warm thy cheeks from day to day, And loosen winter's icy arms, His icy breath will melt away. O now, awake, ye slumbering fields, O melt, ye prison gate of streams. For man will need thy bounteous yields. The sun will charm with radiant beams. April will crown thee with success, Guard thee from winter's chilly blast. And spring will greet thee but to bless. And May will heal the frozen past. Then all the months will bow to May, Of her sweet charms will sweetly sing; So, charmed by her sweet flower dis- play. Will crown sweet May the queen of spring. 3, who would decry or look back with derision. And shun that old book as it use- lessly lies, Jnused, it gives place to the newer revision. That ever reaches a home in the skies. LOOK UPON THE BRIGHT SIDE View the bright side and be happy, Try from sorrow to be free. Never be to others snappy, Always living cheerfully; 184 POEMS And with care pursue thy labors, Guard thy health and careful be, Dealing justly with thy neighbors. Make no debts to worry thee. Early bed and early rising, Caution in thy daily strife. Brings success to thee surprising, Comforts bring to bless thy life. If to wealth thy heart hath yearnings, And this life thou wouldst enjoy. Ne'er forget to save thy earnings, Wasteful habits wealth destroy. When thou comfortably art living And the world goes well with thee, Help the helpless oft by giving, Cultivate sweet charity. Never with thyself debating, What thou giveth give it free. God will bless thee in thy waiting And thy conscience will be free. GEMS OF LOVE. A brilliant gem, a diadem, Its wondrous wealth revealing. May have the power, in lonely hour, To soothe the heart and healing. Kind words from those kindly dis- posed Give you, when they approve thee; Better than gems or diadems To know that true friends love thee. Then bless the one. who like the sun, Gives love to cheer the lonely. And shield the heart from sorrow's dart. Imparting blessings only. God bless those who to us prove true, With acts of kindness shielding From others wrath our lonely path. And loving kindness yielding. If some we love, to us should prove Unworthy to be near us, Those who are true to me and you, Their presence oft will cheer us; For others' love is like a glove. To shield us from all dangers. If from above we have God's love. Then grief should be a stranger. A gentle word, if in love heard. Though said in love to chide thee, That word of love is heard above. In love it will abide thee. Smiles oft relieve when others grievei'; To them a wealth of pleasure. But ah, the word fraught with a i sword Will wound beyond all measure. Then we should act with guarded tact And wear a smile for others, To others prove in every move That all of us are brothers. Then life will be, if constantly Thou live until life closes, A life of love, blest from above, 'Twill strew thy path with rosesj TIME OUR COMFORTER When left all alone to my friends ' went Telling my trouble, with sore lament Weeping for loved ones who fell b^ my side. While in their youth and beauty anri pride. Friends to my heart could no solac bring. Kind loving words could not heal th' sting. Then to the flowers I did lament. Hoping they'd bring to my hear content. "O. tell me sweet flowers, fair to seci Canst thou my loved ones bring t< me?" "Nay, nay, dear friend we've no powe to save. Naught can we do but bloom o'er th grave." I went to the trees, in the valle.'i^ and plain, Said, "Canst thou bring me my love ones again?" "Nay, nay," said the zephyrs, that with the leaves played, "The spot where they rest, trees onl can shade." Then to the sun. the great orb of th day, POEMS 185 "Sun canst thou tell where my dear loved ones stay?" But in his radiant splendor he said, "I watch the living and know not the I dead." Then to the wind I decided to go. '*Is there no path of return that you 1 know?" "Yea, yea," said the wind, " there's a Their conduct will a warning be to Before thou hurl a slanderous assault. The beam take out of thine own jealous eye. When thou canst better see who is at fault. Their failings thou more clearly can descry. path that is free, The spirits of loved ones oft visit I with thee. I j^'But their old bodies must ever decay |n the cold grave where they've been / laid away. I often pass o'er them and moan with a sigh, As I sweep over the place where they lie." "O, time, who away our loved ones hath borne, Canst thou, to our bosoms our loved ones return?" Old time with a smile, as onward he passed, Said, "Wait, and I'll pilot thee to them at last. "Where gladly thou'lt meet them and they will appear More fair and more lovely than e'er they did here, A spiritual body each soul will pos- sess, To dwell in forever in its loveliness, Weep not for thy loved ones who passed on before. For they have a home on that beau- tiful shore, More brilliant and lovely than earth can afford. Where often they bask in the smiles of the Lord." JUDGE NOT Although thy neighbor may not per- fect be. And sometimes deviate from truth and right. Art thy own heart and conscience clear and free From sin's deep, dark, demoralizing blight? thee, And give thee strength to shun temptations vile. And keep thy conscience, and thy spirit free; Give thee a heart that's pure and free from guile. We should not judge another until tried, Then if found wanting, surely day by day Show pity, neither censure them nor chide, But set them an example on the way. If we commence to slander friend or foe, O, let us think what harm one word may do. Then let us cease such sinful seed to sow. Place on our tongues a bridle strong and true. As in our daily wandering we pass, We oft judge others hearts by our own. But those who live in houses made of glass. Should careful be to never throw a stone. Then harbor none but holy thoughts within, And keep thy heart and conscience free from guile Thy acts and words will then be free from sin. And thou willst speak and practice nothing vile. Then shun temptation's bland deceit- ful wiles. That all evil associations bring. Such influence an honest heart be- guiles, And when too late they're sure to feel the sting. 186 POEMS I IN JUST ONE DRINK THERE'S DANGER Write it on the liquor store, They who drink should drink no more. Write it on the prison wall, Youths should never drink at all. Write, O write, this truth divine, Drink is on the danger line, Write it on the school boy's slate, Lest for him it be too late. Write it on the graveyard mound. Where the drink slain dead are found. Write it on the busy street, Where all eyes its lines may greet, Write it for the great and small. In the mansion, cot and hall. Write it on the railroad car. Never face a drinking bar. Write it on the ships that sail, They who drink are sure to fail. Write it in large letters plain, Many by strong drink are slain. Write it in your mind today, You from drink will stay away. Write before you have begun. You the poison stuff will shun. I LOVE THE BRIGHT SUN- LIGHT I love the bright sun in the spring of the year. When the swelling buds burst into bloom. And the birds gladly warble, and flutter and whir, And all nature is out on a boom. And summer, glad summer, brings solace so sweet, With breezes of soft balmy air: At morning and evening 'tis pleasure complete, To bask in these breezes so fair. But autumn hath charms that have power to cheer. She holds in her hands with a smile. Rich berries and fruits, the products of the year. My palate and heart to beguile. When autumn her treasures has yielded to man. And bleak winds have come with^ the frost, I'll hie me away, just as quick as J\ can, To Southwestern Texas, the coast/i 1 Where soft balmy breezes blow daily to cheer, And rich plumaged birds gaily sing,; Where sweet fragrant flowers in bloom all the year, . And there is continual spring. i t' IN TEXAS, FEB. 15th, 1911. To Mrs. Minnie Lee Myers We're sojourning in Texas Midst flowers rich and rare, When spring at home has come, lovej We'll hie away up there. Where the feathered songsters war- ble, In our lawn among the trees, And the evergreens and maples Are waving in the breeze. Weill wait till the buds are out, love: And the robin tells of spring, And the tulips blooming lovely. And the birds begin to sing. And the south wind charms the flowers. That my little girl enjoys. Then we will quickly hie, love. To our home in Illinois. We'll wait till the lawn is green, love With the violets so blue. All nature teems with gladness, And doves begin to coo. Then the rose buds will be swelling'' That my little girl enjoys, Then we will hie away love. To our home in Illinois. SPRING When the tender leaves are peepinfj From their sheaths, to greet the sui POEMS 187 And have ceased their winter sleep- ing, And their summer growth begun, All the world is filled with pleasure, tyr Flowers yield a sweet perfume, /oets sing in sweetest measure, r Charmed by lovely flowers in bloom JtVhen the sun and April showers \. Gives new life to everything. \ Charms and opens buds and flowers, ? 'Tis a harbinger of spring. iVhen the buds and leaves are swell- r ing, "t. Winter's frost has lost its sting, l^hen the muse with poets dwelling, I, Charms and cheers them on to sing. When the meadows, robed in beauty, I And the trees, a lovely green, D,nd forgetme-nots so pretty, '"l.Brighten nature's lovely scene, vnd the honey bees are humming, .• And the birds are on the wing, apn the trees wood peckers drum- ming, Where's the bard who cannot sing? When the groves, the fields and bow- ers Feel the charms of sun and rain, Then the trees and grass and flowers _ With new life are filled again, ''hen May tells her annual story, Roses bloom proclaiming spring. ^hen 'tis nature's crowning glory, di Muses charm and Poets sing. t . TO THE BROOK ^;.;;ild we interpret what thou say ^ Thy babbling understand, g'^e many things would know today, ^JSIot known in this fair land, ir thou, the secrets of the past As thy bright ripples flow, vj^uld many a secret tell, at last, i That we'd rejoice to know. r iou old time knowledge could un- l fold, i. Of those who here did dwell, jhat vistas of old time enrolled, 'And thou alone can tell, rhe red man in his bark canoe Sailed merrily on thy breast, And thou his many secrets knew, Of what and where his quest. The woodlands listen to thee sing And knowest what thou say, And they will tell us not a thing, When they echo thy lay. But when we hear thy babbling voice Throughout the woodlands ring, We know thy waters do rejoice Because they sweetly sing. WHISKEY KILLED HER A model husband once was he, Before he fell by drink. He had a wife and children three, Whiskey caused him to sink. While under whiskey's cruel ban He killed his wife, so dear. His children, left sad and alone, Shed many a bitter tear. And Johnny to the jail door went. Stood weeping, clad in rags, A message to the jailer sent, His coat sleeve slit in tags. He said, "I'm eight years old this day. Two sisters younger still, O grant me this request, I pray. We'll thank you if you will, "O give us papa's body, sir, As soon as he is hung. To us papa is very dear, Though wicked men among. My papa did not do the deed When mama he did kill, 'Twas whiskey done it, yes indeed. Controlled my papa's will." There's millions desolate today, Caused by protected rum. That's set before them on their way. By law protected bums. Destroying angels are they, quite, Who vote to license men. And give the devil's imps the right To run a devil's den. MY TEXAS FARM In Matagorda county, where The land is level, rich and fair. 188 POEMS Some twenty miles in from the coast, Where they have soil of which to boast. Near Markham, a small railroad town, Where oil wells have been going down, And oil cars daily come and go, To keep pace with the constant flow. The town of Markham all may know, Has had but seven years to grow. And irrigation of the ground, Has been the watchword all around, And rice has been the staple crop And been a great financial prop. But farming quite diversified, Is coming in here to abide. Much land is owned here in large tracts By men financially well backed. Canals for water pierce the land. With lateral ditches on each hand; And irrigation's very nice. If you're engaged in raising rice. But other crops grow very well. With what rain in the past has fell. And made a satisfactory yield Outside the irrigation field. My farm is close the town along. Eleven hundred acres strong Runs two miles to the river side. Where nice young timber does abide. Four hundred acres, quite a slice, A few years has been run to rice. A large canal across the field To irrigate and make it yield. And seven hunderd acres strong Has been in pasture all along. And used for grazing all the while. Much grazing long has been the style And on this land experience tells, We can get good artesian wells. And Markham, I must say to you, Has great rice mills, warehouses too, Where rice is bought and stored and screened. And sacked and shipped, after 'tis cleaned. If I have oil, time soon will tell, I've leased it to put down a well. And if they get a constant flow. The money will come in you know. This land will many products grow, Corn, cotton, cane, and rice you know Alfalfa and Bermuda grass, And vegetables of every class. And all the citrus fruits grow fine, And all small fruits and grapes for wine; The orange and the fig and pear, And peach and plum do well with care. , And other crops not mentioned here Succeed and make two crops a year, And live stock on the grass is found That live on grass the whole year round. And get no feed except the_ grass. While many oft for beef will pass. Such is the country we can boast In Texas on the southwest coast. ON THE FARM ^, Out in the country I was born, 'Mong fields and meadows green Where sunshine on the waving conf Fell with a golden sheen; Where I could breathe the free, pure air, Lie down and calmly sleep, _ v With fruit and flowers, sweet and fair, ' Where angels vigil keep. Then wake to meet the golden sun, Receive her welcome kiss. Bask in her smiles till day is done A pleasure none should miss; And see the grain, from day to day,. Wave gently in the field, ] And breathe perfume of new mowq hay. _ • , Behold its bounteous yield. ^y. Where life is free as light of sun, Both health and joy combine, And nature's God loves _ everyone Who keep his laws divine; 'n: Where we enjoyed the bounteous yield Of fruit and golden grain, '*\ All blushing, fresh, just from the field, No better could obtain. We had no need of pure food stamp, No need of expert skill, POEMS 189 *Twas handled by no factory scamp, Nor canned with stuff to kill. But just as God had made the food, By nature to us sent, We ate it and pronounced it good, Were happy and content. Then raise your children on the farm, 'Twill make them healthy, strong, And free from city's blighting harm, And tainted mottled throng. Train their young minds for truth and right, In honest, upright ways, That they, life's battles well may fight In all their future days. SOW SEEDS OF KINDNESS When the birds begin to sing. Trill their welcome notes of spring. And you sow your annual crop, A few seeds of kindness drop. 'They will flourish and increase. And will bring a truce for peace. An abundance of good cheer; Each and all a smile will wear. The result will be so good, \That all in the neighborhood Will adopt it for a crop. Its influence will not stop, But will on and on increase. Bring a universal peace, ^And the seed will multiply Until every one will try To produce still more and more /^han they did the year before. It will spread all o'er the world, "^And Christ's banner will unfurl, And Christ's precepts all will own, From the seed that you have sown. \nd we'll praise him o'er and o'er, When we reach that heavenly shore. ^ OUR MOTHERS Our mothers dear with silver hair, With gracious mien and saintly air. Are pillars of this nation's pride, For youth a safe and faithful guide. There's love within the quiet grace, The kindly eyes and smiling face. That speaks with silent words of cheer, And makes them to us very dear. The love in their unfaltering eyes, That points to mansions in the skies, That charms the child to quiet sleep. And o'er it faithful vigils keep. The lips that breathe the earnest prayer For youths and children everywhere. Instilled a faith within the soul That mighty nations doth control. And blazed the path that nations trod, And led men to the throne of God. To each good mother all should bow, With sacred honors crown her brow. My mother dear, I'll ne'er forget, Her saintly face is with me yet. She's been through all my years of strife The guardian angel of my life. NEVER PROCASTINATE If you have a kind word to speak, O, speak it to your brother now. Don't wait until it is too late. And death damp rests upon his brow. Speak quickly, what the spirit brings. For time, delay will not allow. She soars away on tireless wings. Then while you feel it, speak it now. If you wish a kind deed to do, Lest you should tempt the hand of fate. And circumstance not wait for you. O do it ere it is too late. If you have a kind gift to give, Don't wait, at once the gift allow. Your friend, 'twill help to better live, O give it to your brother now. So speak the word and do the deed. With kindness lift the fainting brow. To love and mercy e'er give heed. Don't wait too late, but do it now. 190 POEMS Don't wait till friends all hope have lost, Until with sad and languid brow, They faint and fall all tempest tossed, O give your aid, and give it now. DID THEY FIND THE POLE They claim that they have found the pole, And solved its hidden past. Both Cook and Peary claim the roll Of honor, that should last. They claim they pierced the frozen zone, That field of ice and frost. Where hunting for that vast unknown So many lives were lost. Now what good proof has either brought. That he was at the pole. Has either one or both a thought The people to cajole? Did either witnesses enroll By which to prove the fact. That they had really found the pole Before returning back? Or did each one go all alone, The great north pole to find? As Dr. Cook did frankly own. Left his escort behind. When I go out to find the pole, Its location to gain, I'll take good men upon the roll, To make the matter plain. And men of science they shall be. Well versed in Arctic lore. They shall go to the pole with me. Its regions to explore. Our records then will all agree, Each fact we will enroll. Then we'll get up and swear, you see, That we camped at the pole. CRUELTY FIGHTING AND WAR; RELICS OF BARBARISM The people of this glorious age. Far better morals should engage, Than in the old primeval day Of this new world America. For in primeval days of yore, Pigeon shooting was the score. The birds were shot while on the wing, Hearts of the marksmen had no \ sting. .; Some birds were crippled, could not fly' . . . ^ And left with broken wmg to die. I And many with a calloused heart, Would go for miles to see the sport. Gents of early English age. Enjoyed bull baiting on the stage. The dogs were trained to seize the bull By muzzle, and hang on and pull. \ Some times the dog was gored to death, Or held the bull till out of breath. And both were weary and forlorn, Bull's muzzle being badly torn. And in that barbarous resort, They all enjoyed the bloody sport. And England thought that cruel plan , Would add more courage to her men. Such cruel sports should pass away, We are more civilized today. Cock fighting is no more, for sport, Except in some drunken resort, Where criminals and black legs meet. And with each other do compete. Even the rat pit has disappeared, Such minor sports no longer heard. One hundred rats within a pit, A terrier within the midst of it. Such sports no longer are approved. As civilization onward moves. And now no racing club can swell, I Their purse and run a gambling hell. And take the father's cash for sport, That wife and children should sup- port. ) In every country civilized The cruel sport is now despised. Of mating animals to fight, ' An act that all know is not right. , But strange to say in this fair land. Where patriots on their honor stand. Prize fight promoters still can take. Two human beings for a stake. And have them fight like cats and dogs POEMS 191 one is bleeding like a hog, -•.^lOcked senseless, unable to rise, Has lost the victory and the priz^e. While thugs and thieves are happy quite To see degraded humans fight. Such was the case not long ago, And in the west they held the show. And on the state disgrace did bring For tolerating such a thing. "Twas thugs' and criminals' delight, To see a white and black man fight. Gamblers and pickpockets were there, Such is the prize ring anywhere. The love of sheer brutality. Prepares the way for such to be, They love to see them draw the blood Delight to see the crimson flood, ""he Indian with his bloody knife, "king to take his victim's life 3 parallel to those who fight, And in the prize ring take delight. There are some people yet, who claim It makes a boy manly and game, If he will battle for the right And very early learn to fight. great mistake those people make, If they would only kindness take. They would more oft secure the right, Than by engaging in a fight. A thing more nice we seldom see Than children round their father's knee, And hear the father to them read The story of how Christ did bleed, And no retaliation seek, When smitten turned the other cheek, But shocking, if he says, "Boys, fight. When you're contending for the right." No more inhuman argument, Than some folks foist with brazen cant; So make your opponents do right You must engage them in a fight. It should not necessary be. To argue, all just men can see That all sports that degrading are. Are void of honor and unfair. Fighting instinct is kept alive By fighting talk, by those who strive To keep the prize ring in their mind. Who in it brutal pleasure find. Imagine what the effect will be. When moving pictures children see, Of brutal prize fights that have been Between two stalwart, brutish men. Thank God, the prize fight soon will cease, The world is more and more for peace. And cruel sports of days of yore Will soon be heard and seen no more. Fighting as individual strife Is like war in a nation's life. All nations will not be at peace Till individual fighting cease. Please note what wars of recent past Mean to this country, what they cost. Five hundred millions cost last year, For many, many pensions dear. And every year still more will be. Yearly increase her destiny. This nation's conscience soon must be For peace, or she'll have bankruptcy. We must adopt a lasting peace, Financial power to increase. The money we will save, I'm sure, Will build a great canal each year. And educate all children good, Would grade and bridge this nation's roads. That vast amount now thrown away, And labor wasted day by day, Would irrigate the deserts _all, Reclaim the swamp lands, great and small. Give homes to millions, yet unborn. Make happy millions now forlorn, The fighting spirit here must cease, Must be replaced by love of peace. The love of brutal force must die. To live it must have a supply Of individual bickerings. And battles of the cruel rings. The prize ring, it is safe to say. Is doomed in this country today. 'Tis due to many an honest soul, Whose name kind angels will enroll. The governors and mayors, too. The clergymen and others true, Have stood for everything that's good 192 POEMS That men are one grand brotherhood. And now we hope that wars will cease, And we'll have universal peace, With harmony from shore to shore, And peace will reign for evermore. THE FASHIONS Ye ladies of America, So honored and so blest. Daughters of noble freeman, Who are not by laws oppressed, Your styles of dress so often change, To suit some Frenchmen's whim. That it the plans will disarrange Of those who follow him. If they are not what you would choose, Because they are the style You never, never do refuse, But wear them all the while. The hobble skirt so scant and slim Was worshiped in its day, _ But, like all other foolish whims, It soon will pass amay. Then tell me not the hobble skirt Has very long so stay, For maids who stumble in the dirt Will throw the thing away. And hats of late have grown so fast They hide the ladies' hair. If such a hideous style should last, I really do declare, It soon will hide her eyes and nose, Results we all should dread. 'Twill hide her face then, I suppose, She next will lose her head, And then she'd have no use for rats. And they will disappear, And so will those gigantic hats That now the ladies wear. And such has ever been the case, What Paris may design Columbial"s dau^ghters, with much grace Declare it is divine. And each will do her level best, And hustle all the while. To get ahead of all the rest, In wearing the new style. Now, ladies of America, I know you have the sense To shape the fashions of the day, And now you should commence And no French fashion patronize, But make what you desire. Use common sense and fashions wise. That people will admire. \f !E NO SECTS OR CREEDS IN HEAVEN I dreamed, and thought it was so nice'^ That, near the gate of paradise, St. Peter stands, to guard the way, And is on duty night and day. I stood beside that faithful guard, Made notes of everything 1 heard, And everything I chanced to see I treasured in my memory. A Methodist Bishop, at the gate, A pleasing story did relate. That he was God's ambassador. And asked to gain admittance there. St. Peter said, "My brother, sir, We suffer none to enter here Who bring sectarian robes or gems,, Emblems of creed or diadems. "Thy church discipline proves, indeed [ Thy church is built upon a creed. We have a place outside the gate, For all who come here soon or late Where they of everything are freed, [ Pertaining to a sect or creed, All robe3, and crown^, and creed books too, And idols of Gentile or Jew, ' "Into a burning pit we turn. Of fire, the works of man to burn, For it has ever been God's plan To burn all foolishness of man." The prelate, with an humble look. Cast off his robes, also his book, And said, " Kind sir, I will submit, I cast them all into the pit," Then Peter gave him this advice "There's seven spheres in Paradise, And seven cirlces in each sphere, Forty-nine grades of people there. In moral worth those people grade, From worst to best in every shade. ^ POEMS 193 he psychic law existing there, Vill place thee in thy proper sphere. The spheres are one great normal school, Vhere all live by the golden rule, ind all the nations fall in line, *rogress and learn the true divine, ind if thou hast ambition strong, \.spire to progress right along. \y missionary work while there, 'hou canst attain to higher spheres. And when the highest sphere thou reach, lave learned what all the angels teach, hou canst supernal regions trace, i.nd travel anywhere in space; ^nd leave celestial courts above, visit friends thou once did love, .id if thou wilst thou'lt ever be Progressing through eternity." i.nd next a Quaker came that way, Vith broad brimmed hat and clothes of gray, it. Peter said, "Thy clothes please change, n paradise thou wouldst look strange. "Ill' -lothes and hat are very trite, 1 Paradise they wear pure white." ie donned a white suit then and there, ^nd went into his proper sphere. Text came a Baptist man of God, Vho. in Christ's steps had always trod, tlso a Christian preacher fine, )Oth claimed to be the true divine, t Peter said, "Brothers please grant "hat thou art too intolerant, ris not baptismal forms while there, Tor sects nor creed thy skirts will clear. But good intentions on thy part, Cind acts and words, and honest heart, Vith charity for all mankind, 'hen God's approval thou wilst find. l11 should together work for good, ind work as one grand brotherhood, io in and find thy proper sphere md progress onward ever more." Then came two Presbyterians fine, Each claimed to be the true divine. One was the old, the other new, Each thought the other one untrue. St. Peter said, "Contention brings Unhappiness from little things. 'Tis not church forms, nor forms of prayer That pleases God while thou art there. "But love and kindness on thy part To all, with cheerful honest heart. Christ said, 'All kindness given free Is kindness given unto me.' Henceforth let it be understood The world is one grand brotherhood. Go in, thy proper sphere to find, And leave intolerance behind." A Catholic Priest in fine robe clad. Came claiming power as that of God, His church, the only one that's right. For Christ has waged an earnest fight. St. Peter said, in accent loud, "Thou hast no reason to be proud, Thy claim and boast, long, long, has been. That thou hast power to remit sin. "Such power to man was never given, It rests alone with God in heaven. Cast off thy priestly robe today. And for thyself get down and pray. Lest God should place on thee His ban, For claiming to be God and man. Cast off thy robe and creedal things. That true contempt from heaven brings. "And learn this day that all the world, No matter what banner unfurled. Should work as one grand brother- hood, And always be found doing good. For 'tis true charity and love. That gains a seat in courts above, Pass through this gate and enter there. Where thou wilst find thy proper sphere." A Christian Scientist then came. And to St. Peter made this claim, "My church is the only true way. 'Tis the true Christian church to-day. 194 POEMS In late discoveries we find, Man's power is all in the mind. By force of will, we can, now see. From sickness keep the body fret, "If faith is good, no doubts or fears. We all could live one hundred years. And then by power of the mind, We can the courts of heaven find." St. Peter raised his hand and smiled. And said, "Be not deceived, dear child, Indulge not in such ideas strange, God's natural laws thou canst not change. "Much power has the mind, I own. But power is not in thought alone. When ghastly wounds are flowing blood, Thoughts cannot stop the crimson flood. Lest other means thou quickly try, The body soon will surely die. Do good for evil, day by day And live uprightly on thy way. "Of loving thoughts, thy God is fond. But all thy works must correspond. Then trust thee not to thoughts alone Both faith and works will reach the throne. Know ye henceforth, that all the world, Should have the same banner un- furled. And spend their lives in doing good, And work, as one grand brotherhood. "But all when they get over there. Must go to their own proper sphere. By humble efforts of their own — Work up, if they would reach the throne. Pass in where thou wilst ever be. Learning through all eternity. And in thj' proper sphere remain. Until thou higher spheres obtain." Then came a Spiritualist to the gate. Unto St. Peter did relate The story of his firm belief. Its meaning, but in words quite brief, He said, "I have no church, no creed. My ladder, I build with kindly deeds, By which to climb to heaven's gate And enter in that blessed state. n "Christ's precepts are the best of all And we should heed them, great ai| small, By acts of charity and love. Prepare for heavenly spheres abo\ Our hope is based on doing good, ll The world is our great brotherhoo| And Christ our pattern while we' here, We hope to meet him over there. "Where we can bask in breezes fini In the presence of the divine. And there enjoy his gracious smil And there be happy all the while, St. Peter opened wide the gate, And to the Spiritualist did state, "Go in and climb from sphere sphere. When at the top, Christ will 1 there." Then came a man of no belief. He could not state his thoughts brief. He asked St. Peter, "What's til price ! For tickets into Paradise." t St. Peter said, "The way is free, i To all who here apply to me. But all who enter must repair i To their own rightful proper spher I "But thou must work with all th might. To get thy heart and spirit right. 1 Then upward, upward, onward presj By missionary work progress. [ But if thou idle, there remain, ] Thou heavenly courts will never gaii; Remorse and guilt will be thy shar< Go in and work and persevere." 1) And next a Mormon preacher cameii And to St. Peter pressed his claim, : Declared admittance he must get. i St. Peter said, "Dear sir, not yet. n The preacher said, "This latter da;| We've shown the world a better wa;^ We more than do our share fror, birth. To help God populate the earth. St. Peter said, "The rules among Disciples of old Brigham Young In Paradise abhorrence bring, They tolerate no impure thing. 1 POEMS 195 hy harem thou must leave behind Paradise one soul mate find hy carnal mind thou must subdue, je to thy soul mate ever true. rhy mind so carnally is bent, iVill take thee ages to repent. o to the sphere thou dost deserve nd if thou hast courage and nerve o persevere in doing good o all. as one grand brotherhood, istead of body use thy brain, higher spheres thou mayst attain." n Adventist came to the gate, rid to St. Peter he did state. thought I in the grave would stay, ntil the resurrection day. At since I find myself alive, or greater knowledge I will strive, id I will surely do my best, 'hen I get to that place of rest. thought that life would soon expire, le earth would be destroyed by fire, It still she makes her daily round, ernally, she's onward bound." Peter said, "Time ne'er will end, le earth will keep her annual trend, ) in and find thy proper sphere ogress in knowledge evermore. he spirit sleeps not in the grave, ernal life to it He gave id, when the body lives no more, le spirit seeks another shore; t life on earth will never end. me Nature's laws God will defend, 1 days with Him are holy days, .d all should give Him endless praise." d next a Hardshell Baptist came, d to St. Peter made this claim, ind sir, I'm one of God's elect, d He will never me reject d He will guard and save me, too, matter what I say or do, I predestined to be His son, " can't undo what He has done." Peter looked surprised and smiled d said, "Be not deceived dear child, ist died for all the human race, whom His precepts do embrace II be received by Him on high, And meet Him in the bye and bye. Thou canst Him choose or Him re- ject. All those who come He will protect. "God predestined no living man To condemnation's endless ban, But all are moral agents free To shape their future destiny. Whom love and charity possess. Onward and upward will progress. Go in, thy proper sphere to find And leave thy selfish views behind." And many came from other sects. And all preached from the self same text. Each plea was on the self same line, Each claimed his church, the church divine. St. Peter placed them in a row, And said, "Thou very soon will know That man is ignorant and weak. Will blindly, paths to heaven seek. "One man will read the Bible through. Another one will read it too. They cannot understand the same. And neither one can be to blame. A man is not to blame, 'tis so. For what he really does not know. But thou wilst hear in Paradise The true instruction and advice. "And learn from teachers of great worth, Of what thou shouldst have learned on earth. That sects and creeds amount to naught, But breed diversity of thought. I wish to have thee understand If thou wouldst reach the promised land Thou must have love and charity For all mankind on land and sea." "All must deal honestly and square With every one on earth while there. For God searches all, on His part And knows the contents of each heart. And His rewards are just and fair For contents found while searching there. 196 POEMS All must be forever on their guard, For acts will bring their just reward "Then, all should be found doing good. All live as one grand brotherhood, Make not their god, lucre and pelf, Each love his neighbor as hirnseli. Please all join hands with joyful cheers. Go in and find thy proper spheres. Where all who strive for higher spheres. Can progress on for endless years. "And to the highest sphere attain, Unbounded knowledge can obtain, And then supernal heavens view, Be ever learning something new. Thou must leave sects and creeds be- hind The straight and narrow path to find. And God will all thy efforts bless. Crown thee with peace and happi- ness." A DESPERATE CASE In Manchester, Connecticut A boy of eight years old Confessed a dozen robberies. And is. a robber bold. He has no parental care. His deeds of tender years Have brought his parents sorrow, And caused many bitter tears. He has been smoking cigarettes Since four years was his age. And in that fatal practice He has constantly engaged. Too young to be admitted To an institute for crime, And yet unsafe to run at large In this progressive time. So weakened is his moral strength, By cigarettes so strong, That he has not the moral sense To know right from the wrong. We should enact a stringent law, And should that law invoke. To punish careless parents who Suffer children to smoke. THAT BEAUTIFUL HOME O there is a home in a beautiful la Where the sun tints in loveline glow. And our loved ones abide on tb beautiful strand That is veiled from our vision fc low. 'Tis a beautiful place in that brigi world so fair, Where life will its pleasures renc;! And our loved ones are waiting welcome us there. In that land of ethereal blue. We have many loved friends in thl beautiful home, Who left us in sorrow and tears.. They left us alone in our sorrow roam, With few to make happy our yean We miss them and still in our meri ory bright. By faith, their loved faces we viej And see them all robed in ethere white. Around us their love to renew. We'll bask in the smiles of our lov« ones so true. Where death shall o'ertake us i more. We'll joyfully greet them, our lo'i will renew, j And dwell on that beautiful shor Let us live day by day for that beaij tiful home And adorn it by living aright. Where pure spirits dwell and tl angels will come And guide us through spheres pui and bright. Do you long to meet friends in th; beautiful home. Who await you in gardens 5 bright? Then build it so pure that the ange. may come Arrayed in their robes of pur white. For with your pure thoughts ani your labor of love i You can make that home lovely V\ view, i POEMS 197 )r we build with our thoughts our mansion above, That home with the pure and the I true. e stand in full view of that beau- tiful strand Where our loved ones oft float in the air, id beckon us on to that beautiful land, Whose scenes are entrancingly fair. iat beautiful mansion is not far away; [ts shadows no longer concealed. r we live in the morn of a beautiful day, A'^hen our loved ones have won- ders revealed. YOUR RIGHTS u have no right_ to steal what adds fo others happiness, d thus increase and add unto fhe wealth that you possess. u have no right to be a fool vnd give a fool's advice, - knowledge, also wisdom, is Vithout money, without price, waiting all around for you Vith daily earnest call i wishing to impart to you he wisdom given to all. 1 have no right to be a slave whiskey, wine or beer nakes a man a fool and knave nd lose his pride and care. akes the money that should go is family to support. 1 very often, don't you know, : gets him into court. I have no right to sail your ship igged with another's sail, on your neighbor hold a grip hat will cause him to fail. have no right to lose your sense, our honor, and your zeal, give an honest recompense hen you with others deal, have no right to spurn a freak, OT laugh at his expense. Nor take advantage of the weak Because they lack in sense. You have no right to trample down The rights of other men. To cause a tear, a sigh or frown Nor give another pain. You have no right to borrow From your neighbor, day by day. And promise pay tomorrow And always forget to pay. You have no right to tattle. Though you think the story true. It often leads to battle. And much trouble makes for you. But one thing is our common right. As all good men agree. Regardless of all fear or might. Be honest and be free. TO A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS. Fresh blooming flowers, O how I adore thee, Sweet gift from heaven, I love thy perfume. Sweet is thy fragrance, O I want thee near me. Charming my heart with thy beautiful bloom. Lovely thy petals, their beauty en- chants me. Emblem of purity, gift from above, Toys of the angels, thy sweet per- fume haunts me. Thou art the sweetest expression of love. No sweeter gift e'er to man hast been given. Sent to bring pleasure and joy to the heart. Gift sent from God, by the angels of heaven. God's sweetest beautiful present thou art. THE LOVED AND LOST O, those lovely baby faces That are still so dear to me, I can see in memory's traces. As they sat upon my knee. 198 POEMS When in dreams their lovely greeting, Brings sweet joy and bliss to me, But that joy is quickly fleeting, When I wake to memory. There were other lovely faces That were more mature in years, Who possessed so many graces That their parting filled with tears. Every eye that e'er had known them, While in youth and beauty here, All in sorrow did deplore them. When the Lord had called them there. 0, my joy will be unbounded, When upon that shining shore, 1, by them will be surrounded. And we all shall part no more. Where we'll bask in smiles and kisses, In that lovely spirit sphere, And enjoy the sweet caresses. Of our loved ones over there. A BIRTHDAY WISH With all my heart, dear friend of mine, I wish good health may e'er be thine With many friends thou wilst be blest That peace and joy, will with thee rest. Wealth, power, honor, I ask for thee, A wealth of love for bond and free. That's rich in words, in actions kind. That brings joy to a troubled mind. And power not alone for thee, But power to set the helpless free, Who are oppressed, downcast and weak. To give pure thoughts to those who seek. And honor that comes from being just And being true to every trust. That brings new joys for every day. And brings God's blessing on thy way. Also it is my daily prayer. That many will those blessings share, And cease all bickering and strife, And live a pure and blameless life. A WINTER SLEET Stark and leafless stand the trees Waving in the winter breeze. And the wind begins to blow. With a little rain you know; Soon the right degree of cold, That will make it stick and hold; Then the ice becomes so thick, On the trees and limbs so slick. On the fence and on the ground,} And on everything around. With a solid icy glare. Covers all things everywhere. And if you should venture out, On a little shopping scout, You must have sufficient nerve. Equilibrium to preserve. If the proper nerve you lack You will land upon your back; But the sight is simply grand. If you rise and take a stand. And behold all things in view, Clothed in ice surrounding you. For the limbs are bending low. Sparkling with a silver glow. When the rain has ceased to flow, And the wind has ceased to blow, And the sun shines on the scene, With a glow grand and serene, Shimmering threads of golden Hg With their dazzling rays so bright Send a crystal sunlight beam, Like a brilliant diamond"s gleam. While the prismic colors flash, ' Like a will-o'-the-wisp they daslt. And the brilliant dazzling glow, Will enchant and charm you so. You'll in ecstacy rejoice. With a happy, joyful voice. You'll exclaim, O! could I dwell With this sweet enchanting spell. That so charms my very heart, I from it would ne'er depart; I would gaze from morn till n On this glorious charming sigh I would settle down to rest. Here to be forever blest. Reader, such a scene you'll greetj When you see a winter sleet i POEMS 199 E CRY OF SORROW MAKES How Michael Angelo once changed ALL MEN BROTHERS his face By years of thought on one subject ;re is no heart but hath with an- confined. guish bled, [o eye but hath with bitter tears Those years he thought to make a been wet, perfect face voice but hath from bitter anguish With mallet and with chisel was his . said theme, ain words of wrath, it ever will And long he worked with patience regret. and with grace re IS no lip, although with laugh- To imitate the object of his dream ter gay, s words though cheerful, light And when that perfect face was made and joyous be, complete, It hath trembled in some former He called his friends, experts, the "^y? . face to view, rom grief and sorrow and deep Lo and behold, a countenance so misery. sweet But Michael Angelo they scarcely re IS no cheek, however bright knew. and fair, -it oft hath blanched, whene'er To make that perfect face had been the heart hath bled; his choice eye but in its sympathetic stare So long, that it became of him a Duceals a cherished hope that long part, hath fled. It changed his looks, his features and n all join hands as brothers on his voice, the way, His face surprised them more than 1 traveling to the same eternal did his art. goal, lature all are equal, then we pray And what was true of Michael Angelo ; kind and just to every living Is als.o surely true of you and I soul. The thought in heart and mind is sure though slow, To change us and control us by and by. each and all have drank of sor- row's cup, lat leveler of every human part. its bitter dregs they often sup, .vill humble and will cleanse the hardened heart, hankful for the blessed hope that cheers d gives relief in dire affliction sore, staff and shield in our declining years, hope of joys upon the other shore. Then how important it is to us all That our inmost thoughts should all be pure; That we by evil thoughts should never fall. But by good thoughts, a happy future sure. ! POWER OF THE MIND ON THE BODY Ircumstance in history we trace, Jstrating the power of the mind. MATERIAL THINGS ARE MOR- TAL. I wandered by my childhood home. Where I so oft did play, With schoolmates, who so often came, With us to spend the day, Where apples, pears and peaches grew. With plenty and to spare. 200 POEMS It brought to mind the days anew, So happily spent there. Where I had seen them turn the sod, Of prairie wild and new; Where buffalo, so oft had trod, And sweet wild flowers grew. Where I so often, in my youth, Had helped the farm to till; Imbibed the principles of truth, That linger with me still. But. lo! the change that time hau made Since fifty years ago. The sickle of his wrath had laid. The first improvements low. Buildings and fences all had passed. And new ones in their stead. The hand of time their forms did blast. And many trees were dead. The grove and orchard on the farm All scarred, with gaps between; The borers and the blasting storm Had changed the lovely scene. The spring, on which we care be- stowed. Was nowhere to be found. Where crystal water long had flowed, Was piped beneath the ground. The occupants were strange to me, None had I ever known. Loved ones whom there I used to see To spirit life had flown. The old friends, who had tilled the land, That dear old farm around Not one of that dear social band Could anywhere be found. A pang of sorrow filled my heart. This fact it did portray. That all things mortal must depart. Take wings and fly away. And vividly it brought to mind, That we, while life is given. Should ever live so we can find A welcome home in heaven. THE CITADEL OF LOVE If thou wouldst fathom and revea Love's heights, her depths, her c adel. Ask not, nor crave another's zeal Nor offerings thy purse to swell But give with charity, O give No matter where, nor what 1 price. Thou'lt find the citadel of love, Through charity and sacrifice. For 'tis a consolation sweet, To oft extend a helping hand To helpless ones thou chance to met Thy own heart's love it will e pand. Those whom thy bounty did relie Will for thee cherish, praise a love; Their heartfelt thanks, thou wilst if ceive, With thy reward, in spheres abo-v Then harbor not a selfish thought, To cause a living soul to pine; | Let all thy acts and words be fraug^ With charity and love divine. Then thou wilst find love's citadelu Is in thy heart, and there true lo\T And peace, and joy, wilst ever dwe And bless thee in the spher above. THE ATLANTIS A diseription of the Island, Atlantis, nvht ivas sivalloivedup and totally submerged the hosom of the sea, about I0;000 years a by an earthquake, as described by the Spt of Simon Solomon, the supreme ruler of t spiritual Atlanteans , inivhich he addresss the fair Isle of the Sea; and the story ivov into njerst by the author, J. F. Myers. I lovely Atlantis, as once in tF" glory, T see the sun bathe thee in purpi ' mist o'er. As thou stood resplendent, and blc was thy story. 1 see the waves bathing thy one fertile shore; i; POEMS 201 nd then in the twilight of one fatal morning, A lurid flame rises, that makes heaven bright, mighty upheaval which came with- out warning. And, lo! thou wast sinking and soon out of sight. d then I beheld in the place thou wast standing. A great sea of water that covered thee o'er, d vessels that sailed found no place for a landing, And never again found thy beauti- ful shore, ly people were onqe called of God, as a nation, To multiply much and replenish the earth, scatter abroad and to fill every station. Creating new nations and giving them birth. d when thou didst sink 'neath the bed of the ocean, \nd all thy beloved filled a watery grave, y glory departed, as God's chosen I nation. The sea of Sargasso, did over thee wave, d thousands of years thou hast been under water, Jut in regal splendor thou long did exist, d that fatal day when the quake didst thee slaughter, ^as eight thousand years ere the era of Christ. (hough many thousands of years have passed o'er thee,, ince thou sank to rest where thou suddenly sped, Y relics exist and thy people de- plore thee, ind cherish thee still, though be- low ocean's bed, f beautiful hills where the spark- ling waves bound thee, |V^ast_one lovely garden thy people did love. But since thou hast water above and around thee, Thy people hast mansions in realms above. Thy men were in husbandry skilled in their powers, Thy beautiful hills blossomed out like the rose. They brought from the eafth precious jewels and flowers. Much minerals and metals thy mines did disclose. Thy people were wiser than those who came later, Their wisdom went with them and with them doth stay, But of many nations they were the creator, They are the ancestors of races today. They built lovely temples, adorned them with treasure. And lined them with gold plate, in- laid with rare gems. Thy women were beautiful, fair be- yond measure. And often were decked with a rich diadem, And wise for their time, for the air they breathed daily. Redolent with poetry, music, and art, And life was sublime, and its purpose was wholly. To cultivate attributes good, of the heart. When thou vast submerged 'neath the waves of the ocean, The forces pent up 'neath thy wat- ery coat. With power they burst forth, from their close pent up station, New islands threw up in the ocean remote. In due course of time, those upheav- als quite plainly, Formed some parts of Europe, America too, The washing of waves added rriuch, and was mainly The force that created America new. 202 POEMS Poseidon, a very wise man of thy nation, And also a ruler in that early day. Was blest with ten sons, and his own, ruling passion. Was born in each son, and was destined to stay. The father divided in ten equal por- tions. Gave one to each son as his portion to guide; Those ten brothers soon swelled the ranks of the nation. Their progeny came with an in- creasing tide. They worshipped the sun as thei spiritual father, Knew no other god in that prime val day. ^ The sun they called father, tTie mooi] they called mother, Such was their belief, till they alf|\ passed away. Thy temples were marvels of fin^ architecture. Thy dwellings were marvels o beauty and art, And want was unknown, thou was^ thy own protector. For wealth wast thy portion, anc freedom thy part. And wisdom, and beauty, and power, was their portion. And the eldest son of each family did lead. And watch o'er their own rightful part of the nation, Atlantis thy people were happy, in- deed. And each of those kingdoms a circle provided. Divided were they, by a high wall of stone. And each of those kingdoms in three was divided, That each could in peace rule his part as his own. Thy trees full of fruits, and of nutfj' ever-bearing. In fields an abundance wast alway;) on hand. Thy trading ships brought to thi people, when plying. Products from afar of the fruitt of the land. Thy people were then known asi God's chosen nation, They settled in different parts o| the earth. While them and their progeny Hllec many stations. And gave to their people a nationa birth. And three walls were built for each son, he to rule them. The outer one stone, and the next carved with brass. The third a red stone which was called auriculium. Beyond this a wall of a dififerent class. This last wall was gold, and within was a palace, Accessible only to king and the queen, Where they could dwell safely, no matter how callous. And there rest in peace, and be calm and serene. And thy own dear people were move; and protected, where their finer natures will al ways be pure, And now they are called the diving! and collected For ever to dwell in a heavenb sphere. Dear reader I know not the trutl of this story, I give it as it was received fron above. j From one who has left his owr bright courts of glory. To tell of Atlantis, the country h« loved. POEMS 203 HE TREE PLANTER A BENE- FACTOR rand vales of prairie in the west .Exist for miles without a tree, nd he who wishes for the best, A lovely country soon to see,' ^ill plant a grove of hardy trees His home and orchard to protect, hd make sweet music with the breeze, iAnd give his home a tine aspect. id, still, the man who plants a tree "s adding blessings to the world, will to future people be A friendly shade, with boughs un- furled; >r feathered songsters it will be A home, and crooning mother bird om burning sun and rain be fret, tn concert with her young be heard. -- plants a leaven that will be "Attracting moisture to the earth, d add to every other tree To give to fruits and flowers birth. plants a shaft of beauty rare, To give relief to weary eyes; foliage so green and fair s ever mounting toward the skies. plants the glory of the plain, he lovely forest's heritage, lose leaves oft fall but come again he harvest of the coming age. man who makes two blades of grass ivow. where but one had ever grown, benefactor to his race i-nd all the world his worth will own. man when e'er you have the space lake your own opportunity pare the ground, select the place jUd then be sure to plant the tree, 1 then also another plant nd many others add while there. )rning your establishment /ith trees of beauty green and fair. TALES FROM EARLY HISTORY OF McLean county Dedicated to Hon. Milo Custer, custodian of of the McLean County Historical Society ^hose untiring energy through much self- sacrifice has unearthed much latent pioneer history. Come give me your attention, while a story I relate Of early days in Illinois, the great and grand old state. The Indian tribe, the Illinois, of that far distant day, Were conquered by the Kickapoos, and all have passed away. The remnant of that tribe at last took refuge on a rock, Were besieged by their enemies, es- cape completely blocked. And there they all were doomed to starve, no friendly hand to save, Their bones were left upon Starvd Rock, and never in a grave. The name of that primeval tribe was given as Illinois, From which they named this grand old state of agricultural joys. The tribe that whipped the Illinois— the Kickapoo, they say, Then took possession of the land, and ran it their own way. The Kickapoos were enemies in eigh- teen hundred five, In battle at Tippecanoe against us they did strive. Their chieftain. Painoatum was the leader of the band, Assisted by Machena, who was sec- ond in command. And then they met a sad defeat, and did get soundly thrashed. They soon withdrew and homeward went, their ardor somewhat dashed. They sided with the British in the _ war of eighteen twelve. And in the blood and carnage did not hesitate to delve; And in that year they made a raid in southern Illinois, Where now the people live in peace, with many social joys. 204 POEMS When near the Okaw river, those savage red skins came, Took captive a white family, and Can- non was the name. I'he father, mother and two sons, ;, granddaughter of twelve years, A son-in-law, whose name was Stark, who in the trouble shares. They slew old Mr. Cannon, his two sons and scalped them there. And to their belts they tied the scalps suspended by the hair. The others took as prisoners, un- buried left the slain. And brought the prisoners to their town, 'tis now in old McLean. They kept them there three years or more, until the war was o'er, They were released, went to their homes, where they had lived before. The white man Stark made his es- cape, but soon they found his track. And to the town on Kickapoo they quickly brought him back. And soon they held a council, to de- cide what they should do. Some of them wished to kill him, while some were to him quite true. His friends in the majority decided he should live. In order to chastise him, they decid- ed they would give A lesson to remember, and they tied him to a stake. The whole tribe danced around him, while he then with fear did shake. One-half his face they painted black, and slapped him on his jaws. Spit in his face to humble him, for which they had no cause; They gave him sure to understand, if e'er he made a break, They'd catch and bring him back again, and burn him at the stake. When visiting another tribe they took the maiden child. Her grandma for her safety feared, was anxious, almost wild, But on a pony's back astride they brought the darling child. Bedecked with many Indian beadj and lovely flowers wild. I The chieftain tried to buy her for wife unto his son, But grandma spurned his overture such things could not be don.' He offered her much silver, which h thought was just and fair. But "Nay," said grandma, "tempt rrn not, she is to me so dear." When they to town, those captive brought, a pole house lined , with bark, They gave to grandma and the git no windows and quite dark. On one side of that cabin door htj husband's scalp was hung, ' And fastened to the other side, he sons' scalps daily swung. The mother of that little girl ha kindred in McLean, Unity Warren Lindley was her cou in, 'tis quite plain Our neighbor Stewart Lindley is Ui ity's living son. And he will leave descendants for h race is nearly run. When white men came to old McLea they found a strong stockad With earth thrown up to make a fot by Indians it was made. 'Twas near the timber and the tow and white man never knew If it was made by Illinois or by tl Kickapoos. And eighty rods west of that foi an Indian village stood. Erected by the Kickapoos, for wi' ter quarters good, ' Where a committee of the white during the Black Hawk wa][ With Kickapoos a council held, whe both sides did declare, | That peace should reign forever' more, and neutral all remain, j They kept the faith and all were truJ eternal peace did reign. f They sold their land to Uncle Sai:j eighteen nineteen the date, But loth to leave, they lingered sti'rj, deplored the hand of fate But in eighteen thirty three, at Unciji Sam's behest, J POEMS 205 iThey finally decided to comply with his request. Their clothing, robes and blankets [ all, they tied in equal pa^ks, Placed them, with squaws and child- ren upon their ponies' backs. They bade the whites a sad farewell, and then the march began. fn single file, with men on foot, to- ward the setting sun. And thus children c f nature were driven farther west. Before progressive white men, at Uncle Sam's behest. n eighteen hundred eighteen, Illinois was made a state. \nd five and forty thousand was her population rate, /andalia was the capital, but in a later day, I'hey moved it up to Springfield, where it will ever stay, [he first whiccs came to old McLean in eighteen twenty-two, \nd settled near the Blooming Grove in this grand country new. Vnd in this ioveJy county, for many miles aroimd, Co white man's habitation could any where be found. sow people of grand old M:Lean, remember what it cost, ^o populate rliis grand old state, in decades cl the past he blood and treasure sacrificed here in that early day, •y bold progressive pioneers, who all have passed away. 'hen thank the ruler of the stars. that your lots have been cast 1 this grand county, old McLean, which is progressing fast, 1 science, art and literature, pros- perity and wealth, /here ague days have passed away, and people have good health. HE BLACK HAWK WAR OF 1831 AND 1832 IN NORTH- ERN ILLINOIS lack Hawk was hero of the war, which since has borne his name IS Indian name was Mucatah, Mu- hicatah, the same. He was a Sac and Foxes' chief, whose influence was great, In seventeen and sixty-seven, was born in this great state. And his fine sense of justice, made him in his dealings true, A lively sense of honor in what he would say or do. .Was one of nature's noblemen, with chivalry and pride. Had he been born a white man, he a statesman would have died. He was so proud and sensitive, he felt disposed to fight. To see the Indians driven west, be- fore advancing whites. And in the war of eighteen twelve, he was the white man's foe, And with Tecumseh met defeat on the Tippecanoe. And at the battle of the Thames, he saw Tecumseh slain. Was at the river Raisin, where his efforts were in vain. He cherished still a forlorn hope, that he could stem the tide That threatened to o'er whelm his race, all o'er the country wide. In eighteen four his nation made a treaty with the whites. East of the Mississippi they had ced- ed all their rights. Conditions of that treaty, now, we cannot ascertain, But Black Hawk claimed its contents were illegal and in vain; That it was made by a few chiefs, whose power was not supreme! I he nation not consulted on the mer- its of the scheme. In eighteen hundred thirty-one a set- tlement was made. By white men, near Rock Island, where land of the treaty laid. And many of the Indians had gone on farther west. And had abandoned treaty lands, at Uncle Sam's request. Now Black Hawk and his followers, a savage Indian band, Came back and issued orders to the whites to leave the land. Unroofed some of their houses, and other offences gave. 206 POEMS When Governor Reynolds was in- formed of those offenses grave, He made report to General Clark, on whom he did depend, And General Gains was sent at once, the white men to defend. He with some troops of Uncle Sam, straight to Rock Island went, Then straightway to the Governor for volunteers he sent. And fifteen hundred did respond, to set the white men free. They did report to General Gains near the Mississippi. They then to Vandrufif's Island marched, the Indians to fight. The Indians so hard to find, had skipped out in the night, Opposite Vandruff's Island, was an Indian village fair. Built by the Sacs and Foxes, a nice home, quaint and rare. They burnt that ancient village, 'twas a delightful home. Of seven thousand Indians, when home they wished to come, Where many generations were born and buried there, Where many an Indian youth had dwelt, and wooed a maiden fair, Where many Indian warriors brought their favorite trophies home. And danced with dark eyed maidens fair, and ceased awhile to roam. That wanton, barbarous conduct was unworthy of our race. And to this Christian nation, was a stigma and disgrace. Then General Gains resolved to cross the Mississippi o'er. And follow up the Indians and pros- ecute the war. When Black Hawk ascertained this fact, his ardor did decrease. He soon accepted proffered terms, and quietly made peace. And made a pledge to never cross the river to this side Without consent of Uncle Sam. by this he would abide. The next year Pottawatomies from Wisconsin crossed o'er. And gave Black Hawk the right to hunt where they had lived be-ji fore. Which threw the Sacs and Foxes in commotion, it is said. They knew the power of the whites, and promise they had made. Keokuk, the Indians' leading chief, was anxious to suppress The fighting ardor of the tribe, he many did impress. But Black Hawk called together all who felt disposed to go. And started for Wisconsin and his promise broke, you know. Wlien this was known to Reynolds, by the power of his might, He called one thousand volunteers, all mounted for a fight. And Uncle Sam came also, with a part of his command, While eighteen hundred volunteers for fighting were on hand. In April, 27th day, in eighteen thirty- two. They were quite ready then to march and to their country true; And Black Hawk up Rock river went with his bold Indian band; They stopped at Dixon's ferry, where they briefly made a stand. That band was seven hundred strong, and in good fighting trim, They had four chiefs, as history tells, who had good fighting vim. They marched from Dixon's ferry, , up the river quite a tramp. To the Kishwaukee river where they stopped and made a camp. », In mean time General Whiteside, ' with his volunteers along, A Marched on to the Rock River's mouth ll| there met a lively throng. ■.' Under a General Atkinson, whom Uncle Sam had sent. Then one part of the volunteers up the Rock river went. And marched along for fifty miles, and stopped at Prophet's Town To wait for General Atkinson; they burned the village down. They were so anxious for a fight that they refused to wait, POEMS 207 nd left their baggage and marched on, regardless of their fate. iVhen they arrived at Dixon, they found more volunteers Jnder Stillman and Bailey, they hailed them with three cheers. \nd Stillman's men were restless, and eager for a fight, 'hey were untrained militia, and in poor fighting plight, 'hey hailed from four good counties, Peoria and McLean, tlso Fulton and Tazewell, and it was very plain 'hat they were jealous of the troops, the- regular army line, 'hey wanted all the fight themselves, 'twould be an honor fine. ~he Governor gave his consent to let them all go on, .nd reconnoiter all around and play the soldier scout, ^is said that Stillman for himself was very loth to go, ut at his soldiers' urgent call, he did consent, you know, hey whiskey with their rations took, to give them special nerve, '^hile they were out upon the march their loved country to serve. ley thought themselves invincible, were eager for a bout, ith red skins of the valley, they would drive the rascals out. Dw this account was given by O. Rutledge, who was there, so by David Simmons, and James Phillips, who did share, le hardships of the battle, the big fight, also the run, lat there was made by Stillman's men, for Indians it was fun. le second day that they were out, they saw some Indian sign; ■vas in the middle of the day when they had stopped to dine. ey gathered up their coflfee pots, : and utensils quite soon. Id rode excitedly away, a few miles [ farther on. eir baggage wagon followed on. and stopped at their desire, r ammunition, whiskey too. they had two kinds of fire. They filled canteens and cofifee pots and bottles to the brim. And filled with powder, all their horns and thought themselves in trim. Then they moved on about five miles, where they crossed Stillman's Run, From Dixon 'twas thirty-five miles; and there they had some fun. They brought some Indian ponies, which they had found that day. Just then appeared some Indians, a half a mile away. They quickly saddled horses up, and left nothing behind. And galloped wildly on the way to see what they could find. Soon Captain Covel and his men, came to where they had been, The Indians had retreated all except two friendly men; The white men chased the Indians who were on the retreat, And killed one Indian on the run, were proud of such a feat. When they returned from off the chase, they cried, "Beware, beware, One thousand Indians o'er the hill, for fighting, now prepare." Then they moved on in proud array, the Indians came in sight, And had a parley with the whites, and said that they would fight. And in defiance waved their flag and firmly stood their ground. Lieutenant Gridley then went back with orders all around, To forward march and clear the way, and shoot both straight and sure, Then Captain Eads cried, "Boys, they have one thousand inen or more." The whites fell back to higher ground while forming for the fighi. The Indians then swarmed around, in front, on left and right. The firing then began at once, the Indians raised the yell. And circled both sides of the whites, confusion on them fell. Then Major Stillman gave this order, "Mount boys and retreat 208 POEMS Across the creek and form a line, we can the rascals beat, And then we'll break the Indian line and rout the redskin band. Let every soldier do his part and firmly, boldly stand." Then Captain Covell tried to form, on north side of the creek. An order came to cross and form, and there more safety seek. The whites then crossed and tried to form, the Indians followed on, The firing then came thick and fast, for neither yet had won. The whites kept breaking to the rear, while some cried, "Halt and fight," While those who lost their horses cried, "Don't leave," with all their might. Cap. Adams oft cried, "Stop and fight or we will soon be beat," But in that moment orders came, "To Dixon, boys, retreat." That order was obeyed at once, and the whites had fled, No one was left to care for wounded, or bury the dead. Some of the red skins followed up and two more they did slay. While others plundered baggage all, before they went away. And Joseph Draper met his fate, while in the first retreat, And crawled away that evening, his presence to secrete. It seems he lived there several days, when first his corpse was seen, His troubles he had written on the sides of his canteen. And Andrew Dickey at the creek was shot right through the thigh. And crawled away under the bank, was rescued by and by. They wounded Mr. Hackelton, and soon he hid away, And Captain Adam's horse was shot from under him that day. He ran for life, but was pursued three-quarters mile or so, And he killed one or two of them be- fore he had to go. They followed Major Perkins on most two miles from the creek. And killed him; he had run so / that he was very weak. , James Doty of Peoria, was numberec with the dead, And seven of the Indians were buriec where they bled. While others may have perished frorr! the wounds of that sad day. Been carried off, and then have died|, and then been laid away. And Col. Strode was in the crowol^ an old militia man. He said a solid column formed be fore the white men ran, On either side of Stillman's men an'i^ they were closing in, ■ Just like a pair of scissors, when the whites so quickly ran. He said that he was none too quick;;, he came so near to fail, That as the Indian flanks closed in it grazed his horse's tail. While Major Stillman's force was ou- more volunteers came in, Which rapidly increased the iforct at Dixon's ferry then. And General Whiteside in command,| after they all were fed, Proceeded to the battle ground and buried all the dead. Before those Indians were attacked they were a quiet race. And showed much kindness to thi? whites and kept within thei' place. But after they were fired upon theV raised the war whoop soon, And took the hatchet to avenge th^ wrongs which they had bornait After the fight at Stillman's Run, the Indian's scattered round, They killed and burned the house'! of all settlers they found. But Shabbona, a friendly chief o Pottawatomies, . Gave warning to them in due time and many it did please. The Reid and Kellogg families mad^ their escape in time. To Dixon's ferry quickly went, es- caped a horrid crime. The Indians came to their homes ari| burned them to the ground. POEMS 209 \.nd carried off the valuables that there were to be found. Three families on Indian Creek who were not warned in time, ?he Davis, Halls, and Pettigrews, be- held a horrid crime. The Indians in day light came, and ' massacred them all, xcept two fair young ladies belong- ing to the Halls tamed Silvia and Rachel, they saved these ladies' lives, or two young braves who saw them now wanted them for their wives. hey rapidly retreated, with the pris- oners and all, hey afterward were ransomed, through many white men's call, "Vho paid two thousand dollars, for to set the ladies free, n horses and fine trinkets, which Indians love to see. (low all thirty day volunteers were mustered out with pay, !L circumstance that happened on the 28th of May, hey tired of the service that they first thought would be prime, 5ut turned out to be serious and apt to last some time. he Governor made another call, asked for two thousand more, ind they were called for sixty days, much longer than before. !ut they could not be mustered in so very, very soon, ind finally they took the field, twenty second of June. ^ re-enlisted regiment of those thirty day men, iVent into active service, they were badly needed then, hat regiment was commanded by a Col. Jacob Fry. ames Henry was Lieutenant, be- came General by and by. Lhe regiment was divided up, the country to protect, ome lively skirmishes were met, where Indians did collect. )ne company was fired upon, near by the Bur Oak grove. Four Indians had done the deed, and quickly they were drove Into a sink hole, near the place, where they were quickly slain. Those days they took no prisoners, when loose to fight again. After that sink hole tragedy, that company soon met, Just seventy brave Indians, who tried the whites to get. The moment was a trying one, till Whiteside shot the chief. The Indians this discouraged, soon the contest left in grief, And notwithstanding their defeat they kept the war path warm. They ranged the country all around and oft came like a storm. They two men killed near Ottawa, one at Buffalo Grove. No private house was safe from them, when they were out to rove. The fort at Apple River for a rendez- vous was used, The village was protected, and the miners not abused. And only twenty-five brave men were in the fort that day. The people all went in the fort that in the village lay, One hundred fifty Indians, with Black Hawk in the lead. Came charging on the village, and it was a fight indeed. They went into the houses and the contents did destroy; For fifteen hours stormed the fort that white men did enjoy. The fort they could not capture, soon they to defeat did yield. Retired from the village, and quite soon they left the field. By this time our volunteers had learned how Indians fight. And fought as well as Indians in day time or at night. Captain Stevenson of Galena, with a few of his men. Attacked a squad of Indians near by where they had been. 'Twas in a prairie thicket, where they charged and charged again. 21(1 POEMS But in the savage fight he lost one half a dozen men, And he was wounded badly, and soon found that they were beat, And came to the conclusion that they better all retreat. A party of eleven fired upon some whites one day. 'Twas near by old Fort Hamilton, near where the lead mines lay, And General Dodge pursued them with a little squad they say, And caught them on the river bank, the Pecatonica. He put them every one to death, none left to tell the tale, And then struck out in double quick to find another trail. The volunteers for sixty days were in, equipped quite well, And June the 20th rendezvoused at Williams, near LaSalle. Three thousand and two hundred men beside the regulars, Divided into three brigades were ready for the war. Posey commanded one brigade and Alexander one. And James D. Henry had the third, all ready for the fun. While General Atkinson was then commander of them all, Both regulars and volunteers respond- ed to his call. Now Major Dement's spy battalion opened up the ball And went to Dixon's Ferry and there they made a call. And there they crossed and marched along, right on to Kellogg's Grove, And were attacked by Black Hawk's troops, whom o'er the country roved. Dement retreated slowly to his camp which was near by, The Indians followed yelling out their hideous wild war cry. Then Dement's troops took refuge in some houses which were near Where they, the troops of Black Hawk could resist with little fear. The battle then raged fiercely, buij the Indians were repelled. Though long they forced the contesi while they fired their guns ani yelled. i But they could not dislodge the whitc-j and finally withdrew; Their loss was nine, the whites los;k five, and some were wounde?' too. Xow while Dement was out to catci| the Indians in their lair, \ The army under Atkinson to Dixot did repair. He then sent Alexander's men Plurf?' River's mouth to clear. Lest Indians should try to cross th Mississippi there. For General Atkinson had plannet each Indian to slay, Or take them prisoners of war. anc let none get away. Now Atkinson soon started for thd four Wisconsin lakes, He having heard that Black Hawl had gone there and set hii stakes, And had determined there to figh' and settle the campaign. But when the army reached the lakes no Indians did remain, And then he marched from place tc, place to catch the wily foe. But Black Hawk's men had vanishec every place the whites did gdi' It would be tiresome to relate the many marches made To find the wily Black Hawk troops'" or catch them on parade. Their plan of war was to concea and fight from ambush there Or take the white men by surprist some way that is unfair. The white men who were volunteer; thirty-two hundred strong, After eight weeks of campaign life, a part had left the throng. They took French leave, and did de- part without a kind good bye But all the regulars were there, readj again to try. POEMS 211 rhey sometimes weary marches made of fifty miles a day, ^nd some times had little to eat, while they were on the way. There's little doubt that Black Hawk knew the movements of the whites, \nd like a fox knew where to hide and when to make his flight. The many marches that were made to catch the wily chief. \nd clear the country of his troops and give the whites relief vVere too extensive to relate, here in poetic verse, \nd would the reader's patience tire did I them all rehearse. They learned that Black Hawk was in camp on Rock river at last. 30 General Henry and Major Dodge, to catch him traveled fast, \nd on Wisconsin river heights, the seventh day, at noon, rhey caught up with the Indian band of that old wily coon. The Indians fired upon the whites and opened up the fight. The whites at once formed into line and shot them, left and right. The Indians fiercely pressed the fight but white men held full sway rhey pressed the Indian troops so hard they faltered and gave way. \nd then retreated down the hill in- to the valley low, \nd in tall grass concealed them- selves so they could slyly go. The white men's loss in killed was one, while eight were wounded sore. The Indians' loss, sixty-eight killed, wounded a score or more. The volunteers in that long chase won honors to their name, \nd in the fight the courage shown, brought them a lasting fame. The Indians then made for the west, they could no longer fight. ?or they were at starvation's door, equipments in bad plight, rhey had their squaws, pappooses, too, all traveling with the band. They aimed to cross the Mississippi and in Iowa land. Now Major Dodge and General Henry fell back to Blue Mound, Where they met the whole army, which made a general round. They started on the Indian's trail the regulars and all, In four days' march, they caught their foe, and Black Hkwk met his fall. But four miles out the whites were met by Black Hawk with a few, As a decoy to lead them off, and save the Indian crew. But General Atkinson pressed on and found the whole command Upon the Mississippi's banks, where they had made a stand. Some of the tribe had then crossed o'er by swimming and canoe. The greater part still on the bank, and knew not what to do. They offered to surrender, but they heeded not the cry, They forced them in the river for to swim across or die. They were mercilessly driven in the river, squaws and all, With cross pappoose.'-. weary, scarce- ly old enough to crawl, Some crossed over, some went under, some were shot and had to drown, When all over and together many of the tribe were gone. When Black Hawk's strategem had failed to lead the whites astray, He took his little squad and skipped to quarters far away. Among his crowd was Black Hawk's son, three chiefs and other men. They started for the Chippewas, up in Wisconsin then. Some friendly Sioux and Winneba- goes started on their track, With promise they would not be harmed if they would bring them back. They captured them and then returned where they could all be seen. Delivered them to General Steele, at the Prairie Du Chien. 212 POEMS Cheater, the leading captor, to General Steele then said, "On the Wisconsin river, where they had lately fled, I caught those captive Indians and caught them all for you. With hope the white men to my tribe, in future will be true, And will fulfill the promises that they to us have made. And let us live in peace at home and with the white men trade." Peace was concluded with those tribes, and volunteers sent home Where they enjoyed the peaceful life with no desire to roam. Black Hawk, his son, and those three chiefs were hostages one year. Were held as special guaranty to make the treaty sure. They ceded to our Uncle Sam much of their fertile land. And then they went on farther west a sad and forlorn band. East of the Mississippi, all their lands they did convey, Also a part of Iowa they ceded on that day. And it was on the fourth of June, eighteen and thirty-three. Black Hawk, his son, and those three chiefs were set at liberty. Now. Uncle Sam, that they might see took Black Hawk and his son To the great eastern cities for to see what we had done. That they might see his fighting strength and know his mighty power, That in the future Indian tribes from his prowess would cower. Great crowds of people went to see the Black Hawk and his son; They shook his hand and lauded him as the big Indian gun. And said that Black Hawk Junior was so splendid and so nice. When one lady shook hands witi him she kissed him in a trice. ? Black Hawk went to his people, ai, he very much desired. And there he lived a quiet life, from warpaths he retired. The third day of October, eighteef forty, so they say, He died, was buried on the bark o; the Mississippi. Thus perished a great chieftain, witl|i a heart to kindred true, A brilliant child of nature, who in thci wild forest grew, Imbibed the spirit of the just, fron^i forest, brook and flower. And sacrificed for home and friendi his birth right and his power. A SUPPLICATION God, be with me, bless me every hour. 1 need Thy constant care and quick-jj ening power. To guide me and support me day and night. O. give me strength to battle for the | right, O give me clear conception of the truth, With mind as clear and bright as in. my youth; For there are many subjects yet to view. For which I'd like to find solutions true. O, heal the wounds of sorrow, sad and sore. That overwhelmed me in the days of yore. Forgive my sins, tho they like scarlet be. And give me strength to be more< true to Thee. O Lord, wilst thou Thy pardoning:] love bestow, f POEMS 213 -lelp me to in thy grace and favor To write the loving thoughts im- grow, pressed by thee, feel, O Lord, my task is not com- Through thy true loving servants in plete, the air, rhat I should yet, some other sub- Who gladly do thy bidding every- jects treat. where. O bless the dear one traveling by my A'^ith loving power O, help me here side, to stay. That she may be a faithful loving \.nd help me write the truth from bride. day to day. O, let thy love to us be ever given, Vith thankful heart I'll ever ready That we through Thy rich grace may be, enter heaven. INDEX Preface ^ 12 Poems by John F. Myers: — Pioneer and Early Days in Illinois 14 Sixty Years Ago 22 Bloomington, The Evergreen City 24 Render Equal Honors to All 27 The Cradle of Liberty y. 28 Freedom 29 Adjust the Laws 31 An Address to Labor (both city and rural) 32 An Address to Labor Unions Z2> The Patriotism of Peace 35 The Law of Compensation and Retribution 36 Music 37 Love 38 Slander 39 Tobacco ; 39 How to Be Happy 39 Success 40 Watch the Tide and Hustle 40 Prompt Action is the Key to Success 41 Opportunity 41 Hope 42 Secret of Content 43 Dare to do Right 43 The Psychological Chord 44 Guard Well Thy Thoughts 44 Compend of the Doctrine of Predestination 45 The Three Wishes 46 The Girl and What She Likes 46 The First Wedding 47 Psuedo — Christian 49 An Answer to the Assertion that Prohibition does not Pro- hibit 50 The Sweet Kankakee 51 We All Wear Cloaks 51 For the Indian Grove Review 52 INDEX The Tippecanoe 53 Missouri 54 Arkansas 55 Riverdale 56 The Wireless Piano 57 To Miss Sarah C. Birdsell, My Future Wife 57 To My Wife When Absent from Home 58 My Dear Little Family 59 The Loved Ones at Home 59 Since She Went Home 60 Alone - * 61 My Dear Mother 61 In Memory of Mrs. Cora Spence 62 In Memory of Miss Estella Mvers 62 Lines from Mrs. Cora B. Spence 63 Lines Received from Estella E. Myers 63 A Memorial to Birdsell F. Myers 64 A Memorial to George L. Myers 64 A Memorial to John Ray Myers 64 A School Essay for Birney Spence 66 A School Essay for Carle Spence 67 A School Essay for Georgie Myers , 67 School Essay for John Myers 68 School Essay for J. Meurl Spence 68 My Own Dear, Sweet Home 69 To Enoch A. Gastman 70 Where are the Friends of My Childhood 71 Lines to Milton Thompson and Wife 72 'Tis Sweet to Know They Care 72 The Pioneer 73 To My Old Friend, D. R. Potter 73 To Mr. and Mrs. Alvin Reik 75 To Mr. Edwin O. Ropp 75 To the Bard of the Evergreen City, Mr. Edwin O. Ropp 76 Such is Life 76 A Vision 76 My Creed 77 That Buggy Ride 78 In Memory of Mrs. M. A. Bills 78 INDEX 3 To the Memory of William Cruikshank 79 Fairbury, Livingston County, Illinois 79 A Patriotic Ode 80 Lincoln, the Man of Destiny 81 Roosevelt, the People's President 82 Pioneers of Livingston County 83 What is Hell? 86 Where is Hell? 86 What is Heaven? 87 Where is Heaven? 87 Poems by John Grove Myers: — Eulogy on Abraham Lincoln 87 The Great Rebellion 88 To Mrs. Mary Myers 89 In Memory of My Blue Eyed Mary 89 Female Influence 90 Science and Art 90 Education 91 A Panorama of Life 91 Poems by John F. Myers: — Continued. Who is the Criminal? 92 The Cigarette 92 The Serpent of the Still 93 The Tobacco Hog „ 93 Twin Demons 94 To the Man Who Votes to License the Sale of Intoxicating Drinks 95 Who Killed Amos Brown? 96 Verses for St. Valentine's Day 97 To the New Year's Bells 97 Love of the Heart 97 Beautiful Snow 98 The Song of the Brook 98 When You Know 98 Where is God? 99 The Modern Girl 99 To Our Esteemed Deceased Friend, C. C. Hassler 99 Forget Not the Old 100 INDEX True Happiness 100 The Thunder Storm 101 A Wise Woman 101 What Will It Be? 102 Be Happy 102 Never Trust to Luck 103 The Similarity of the Rainbow and Our Nation's Flag 103 Like the Billows of the Ocean 104 A Response to "Like the Billows of the Ocean" 104 Behind the Golden Gate 104 Forgive and Forget lOS Forgive and Forget 106 Such as You Give You Will Receive 106 Is Life Worth the Living? 107 Kentucky 108 Conscience is a Creature of Education 109 The Power of Love 110 To the Ocean 110 The Sunny South 110 Be Honest, Just and Charitable Ill Poetical Aphorisms Ill Alone with My Thoughts 112 Journey Home From the South 112 Early Winter 113 To Our Natal Day 113 Shape Your Own Destiny 114 Camp Casadaga 114 To Col. James Freeman 114 To Elenor 115 This Life is Worth Living .' 115 Farewell, But Not Forever 116 To Miss Shaw 116 Lilly Dale, N. Y 116 To the Honorable S. H. West 117 Vanity of Votaries of Fashion 117 God Doeth All Things Well 118 We Are the Architects of Our Own Destiny 118 In Florida ,., .„., 118 INDEX \\5 Those Eyes of Blue 119 To Sunday, the Day of Rest 119 Reverence for the Law 119 Spirit Return 120 Ins and Outs of Life 120 Be Good 120 To George E. Hollenbeck, Deceased ......121 Smile ...121 A Greeting 121 To Cousin M. V. Dulin and Sisters 122 To W. W. Johnson and Wife 122 Love at First Sight 123 Dry Those Tears 123 A Letter 123 Response to Miss K. Kiser ^ 124 A Letter 125 To a Friend in Bloomington 126 A Visit to Waukegan and Chicago 127 A Message from My Spirit Wife 128 Lines from My Spirit Wife 128 To a Lady Friend of Bloomington, III 128 To My Old Friend, A. G. Phelps, of Fairbury, 111 129 Dear Doctor and Cousin Van 129 To Van Dulin 130 A Poetical Letter 131 Lines to Miss May Wilson 131 To Mr. John A. Jeffreys and Lady 131 Honor the Boys in Blue 132 The Closing of the Year 132 The Seasons 133 Life's Lesson in the Seasons 133 To Death 133 To Dr. S. Murdock of Sabetha, Kansas 134 The Great Niagara River and Falls 134 Scenes and Objects of Interest on the Niagara River 136 The Maiden Sacrifice 138 The Pioneer Scenes of My Childhood 139 A Tribute to My Muse 139 The Music of the Muses 140 INDEX An Evening Soliloquy 140 When I Was Young ..„ 140 At Parting 141 A Panorama of Life 141 My First School 142 Dear Loving Heart 142 So Lovely the Days 143 To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett 143 To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett 144 Think of Me 145 Be Cheerful 145 May the Angels Guard and Bless Thee 145 I Dream of Thee 146 How Sweet 'Twill Be 146 O, if I were a Little Bird 146 A Supplication to the Gods 146 When This You See 147 Minnie Dear 147 I'm Lonesome To-Night, Love 148 As the Moon by the Clouds is Obscured 148 1 Think of Thee 148 To Mr. and Mrs. E. M. OflFutt 149 With Pen Plucked from an Angel's Wing 149 The Unseen World 149 I Dreamed of Love 150 I Miss Thee Love ISO A Tour Through the Sunny South 150 A Retrospective View of Life 155 Stick to the Farm 156 The Power of the Human Will 156 There is No Excellence Without Labor 157 Be Kind to Old Trilby 157 To My Country 158 The Serpent's Tongue 158 Love Each Other 159 Never be Discouraged 159 There is No Death 159 Ruined by Drink 159 INDEX 7 The Eflfect and Value of a Smile '. 160 December 160 The Old Pear Tree 161 Sunshine and Shadows 161 Follow Christ, Tho He Be God or Man 161 When to Answer No 162 Waste No Time 163 That Glass of Beer 164 Where are Our Beloved Dead 164 My Old Elm Tree 164 The Golden Rule 165 Thansgiving * , 165 A Memorial Hall 165 My Seventy-Sixth Birthday 166 The Candidate for Office 167 Don't Be Too Pert 167 Train a Boy in the Way He Should Go 168 When I was a Little Boy 168 Read No Immoral Literature 169 Things that Live Forever 169 Life's Journey 170 Make Truth and Honor Thy Guide 170 Do Good for Evil 171 A School Essay 171 My Best Girl 171 My Minnie 172 Sympathy and Sunshine 172 U. S. A. Destined to Enlighten the World 172 The Gulf Coast Country of Texas 175 The Tiller of the Soil 177 Thou Art the Ship 177 Be Consistent and Conservative 178 Easter 179 Envy Not Thy Brother 179 When the Evening Shades Were Falling 180 To the Daughters of Columbia 180 No Nonsense in Heaven 181 William Jennings Bryan ....182 INDEX My Childhood Days 182 To the Fields and Meadows at the Dawn of Spring 183 Look upon the Bright Side 183 Gems of Love 184 Time Our Comforter 184 Judge Not 185 In Just One Drink There's Danger 186 I Love the Bright Sunlight 186 In Texas 186 To the Brook 187 My Texas Farm 187 On the Farm 188 Sow Seeds of Kindness 189 Our Mothers 189 Never Procrastinate 189 Did They Find the Pole 190 Cruelty, Fighting and War, Relics of Barbarism 190 The Fashions 192 No Sects or Creeds in Heaven 192 A Desperate Case 196 That Beautiful Home 196 Your Rights 197 To a Bouquet of Flowers 197 A Birthday Wish 198 A Winter Sleet 198 The Cry of Sorrow Makes All Men Brothers 199 The Power of the Mind on the Body 199 Material Things are Mortal 199 The Citadel of Love 200 The Atlantis 200 The Tree Planter a Benefactor 203 Tales from Early History of McLean County 203 The Black Hawk War 205 A Supplication 213 X4 v^ ' « I. 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