Class _^S.i___ Book_A5i_l_i_ Copyright 1^"^ COPYRIGHT DEPOSm THE EASTWARD ROAD THE EASTWARD ROAD By JEANNETTE BLISS GILLESPY NEW YORK JAMES POTT esf COMPANY MCMIII TH£ LiBRA'Ts'Y OF CONGRESS, Two Copies Receiver' SEP 19 1903 ! TS^'^*'^ Copynghi Entry. f r* COPY B. ^ j Copyrighted, 1903, by JEANNETTE BLISS GILLESPY ^11 rights reser'ved (Clje ^to!txx pce^jS, l^eto gotft Of the poems here collected, "Sophistication" and the quatrain following have appeared in Harpers' Monthly Maga%tne, "Cour- age" and "Nocturne" in The Bookman^ the third part of "The New Year" — under the name "The Undiscovered Country" — in East and West, ' ' Seaward ' ' and one of the quatrains in Everybody'": Magazine, and other verses in Morningside, and The Columbia Literary Monthly. CONTENTS PAGE Seaward ii Truth 13 The Hypocrite 14 A Dream of a Day 15 Past Recall 16 Attainment 17 My Room 18 The Judgment 19 Renunciation 20 Experience 21 The Last Tribunal 22 The Angel 23 In Springtime 24 A Military Funeral 25 The Perfect Judgment 27 ©aXaTTtt' ©aXarra • .28 A Valentine 29 The Past 30 Forgiven? 31 [7] PAGE Premonition 32 Paolo and Francesca 33 *'0 clear-ej^ed daughter of the gods, thy name?" ....... 34 The Eastward Road 35 Epitaph 36 Esau 37 ''I Am of Thy Brethren" 39 Resurrection 40 A Prayer for One Dead 41 'Tray that I may not love thee, best- beloved!" 42 Courage 43 "Landsman begot and bred" .... 44 The New Year 45 Limitation 48 Aftermath 49 Arithmetic 50 'The Garden of My Heart" . . . .51 Nocturne 52 The Ballad of the King's Son . . . .53 The Love-flower 55 Midsummer 56 The Way of the Woman 57 The Seers 58 Weariness 59 [8] PAGE The Agnostic 60 Reaction 61 The World's Judgment 62 The Highway 63 The Heart of the Jester 64 The Haunted Room 65 Outworn 66 Sophistication 67 "I flung the shining thing afar" ... 68 "The red-rose petals droop and fall" . . 69 The Optimist 70 [9] SEAWARD T NLAND my life is set In the tranquil hollows of valleys, The calmness of river-reaches, The quiet of daily labors; But sometimes into the stillness Comes a resonant murmur, A voice as of many waters Thunderous, vibrant, And my soul leaps out in its answer To the summons of the sea. Sometimes in darkness And distance of sleep I hear it, And I wake exultant. Thrilled with the roar of breakers. So I think it shall be once — I shall wake in the darkness. Hearing the summons far inland. And shall rise and shall follow Far down the line of the river. Far through the darkness. Hearing the roar of the breakers Nearer and nearer — Feeling the wind on my forehead Freshen and dampen — [II] Breathing the salt of the ocean — Till at length through the darkness Gleams the white line of the breakers Rushing and glooming to meet me. So shall they wrap me, So shall they carry me seaward, Into the night and the darkness And the tumult that dies into silence. [12] TRUTH 'T'HEY came with their dusty tomes, Scholar and priest and sage; They searched from gray dawn to dawn In the writings of every age If haply by pain and toil They might limit man's faith, define The bound between dark and light, Might fix it by rule and line. Came by a dreamer of dreams Hand in hand with a child; A paper fluttered and fell, And the dreamer stooped and smiled, And, smiling, fashioned a ball From the scroll of the doctors gray, And tossed it down to the child — Who lost it, they say, at play. [13 THE HYPOCRITE r^ OWARD from hour of birth, Hating the joy of strife, Lured and tempted by lusts of earth, Hear how he lived his life. Coward from hour of birth, Into the thick of the fight Leaped he as counting his life no worth. Battling with sons of night. Hating the joy of strife, He sang its glee to his men. Thrilled and quickened the chilling life And set it to fight again. Lured by the lusts of earth, He put earth by with a smile Godlike, serene, without scorn or mirth — And walked through the flame the while. This is the tale of his life — Listen the tale of his end. When doubts and longings and fears were rife And the infinite held no friend, He turned with a wave of his hand, A slow, calm smile of good-by — "Till to-morrow!" he said — "We shall under- stand!" And he died as he lived — a lie. [14] A DREAM OF A DAY T OVE came over the hills one day, With step as free as a woodland fawn, And the blossoms opened along his way — But the blind world called it dawn. Love sat down by a wayside spring, Wearied and spent too soon, too soon, And the birds in the trees had forgot to sing- But the blind world called it noon. Love went over the hills again. Clutching the last torn shreds of light, And the flowers fell in a sudden rain — But the blind world called it night. [15] PAST RECALL ^ I '*HE earth stood still erstwhile to greet the sun, And life was turned to gold in those slant rays ; Then, in the hush and pause, was day begun — A chill, a bird-note, and a golden haze. Now stand we in the full content of noon. The promise all fulfilled, the doubting gone. Fulness is better; morn is past so soon — Ah, heart ! hast thou no longing for the dawn ? Once was a time when thou wert far apart From other souls, thy love from other love; I shrank from the still radiance of thy heart. Most fair, most pure, and very far above. Now I have tried thy love and found it strong, Leal to forgive, and faithful to forget; We fight together hate and pride and wrong; Sure it is better so, dear heart — and yet I i6] ATTAINMENT XXT'HEN the rain blew cold in my face, I glowed with an answering thrill When fate thrust me down from my place, I climbed with the better will; But now I have gained my prize. And find that it is not sweet, I struggle no more to rise — I can understand defeat! [17] MY ROOM 'T'HESE are my walls that open on the world, And these my doors that lead to every age ; This bit of tiling saw Spain's glory furled; Here rounds the splendor of the Attic stage. Here Omar sings his creed of wine and song, And Swinburne sings his song without a creed ; And Mary, half-rebelling, triumphs long, And Echo's love climbs with itself for meed. Plato and Goethe greet as greet the gods, Browning and Shakespeare meet as man with man, Isaiah thunders loud, and Homer nods, And a high Christ fulfils a half-seen plan. And here, at home, and clad in modern guise, Dwell Faith and Doubt and Death and Life and Love, And Evil masks as good, in ancient wise. And Soul bewildered calls on Truth above. Futures are raffled for and kingdoms fall; The long-dead ages listen, look, are still — Only My Lady Lisa on the wall Smiles as the gods, who know both good and ill. [i8] THE JUDGMENT 'T'HREE men met God in the Judgment Day: One had loved the truth with a mighty love, Had searched, weighed, sifted ; had thrown away That truth he sought, since he could not prove. "Know!" said God; and he rose forgiven Into heaven. One had reasoned little, had doubted none, He had worshipped blindly the good and true. Had thrilled with a vision beyond his own. Had yearned for the deeds that he could not do. "Be!" said God. With the word was given All his heaven. One had cursed the God that he could not know. Had hated the good and had loved the ill. Had made, not lightened, earth's weight of woe ; Now the end was come. Through the twi- light chill "Go!" said God. And the exile — ^well, Was it hell? 19 RENUNCIATION 'VT'OU gave the Past — a tribute strong and sweet ; You gave To-day — fruition full and glad; I, who have naught, lay more beneath Love's feet — To-morrow's largess which I never had. [20] EXPERIENCE " VyRITE!" said the Angel. I took my pen And listened ; he spake to me ne'er again. So I wrote the message that seemed most fit, And the strength of my soul went forth with it; And instead of comfort it wrought men woe — Did the Angel will that it should be so? "Go!" said the Angel. I raised my head And followed the path where the vision led; But he left me far from the beaten way, And comes no more, though I strive and pray; And the task that I left lies all unwrought — Was this the end that the Angel sought? Or was it an angel ? Or did I dream That I heard the whisper and saw the gleam? [21] THE LAST TRIBUNAL TVTAN may be tricked by pleas he has not known, God may be merciful — all-great, all-wise; Only before myself I stand alone. Daring no pardon, stripped of all disguise. [22] THE ANGEL THHE Angel of Renunciation came And wrestled with me; and I would not cease From dusk to dawning, till I knew his name — Wherefore he blessed my yearning: "I am Peace." [23 IN SPRINGTIME T LOVE my mother earth these days; Her touch is warm against my cheek. I lie at length where sunlight plays With little breezes hide-and-seek, And know her strength — and I am weak! About me in the tender grass, That bends itself against my face. My little fellow-creatures pass; I watch them from my vantage-place And love them — for my mother's grace. The air is full of song and sun. And chill and glow are strangely blent. I know that winter's toil is done, I know that all my strength is spent — My mother smiles. I am content! [24] A MILITARY FUNERAL T> UGLES so shrill and clear, Think you that he will hear Who never faltered? Think you that sound of drum Shall bid him rise and come To us, unaltered? Bells in the steeple high. In his great victory Think how ye rang for him! Think how ye rang again When on that distant plain Memory sang for him. In the dark land of war Echoings from afar Put life and heart in him. Ye who did give him praise In the long battle-days, Ye have your part in him. So, high and full and sweet Let the wild bugles beat Heart-beats of fire; So let the muffled drum Herald the hero come To heart's desire. [25] Here in the quiet grave, Earth that he died to save, Let the earth cover him; Smiling his triumph-smile. Here let him lie awhile With his flag over him. Glad in his soldier-life. Glad in the end of strife. Fears he no scorning. "Dust to dust," falls the clod- Leave him alone vi^ith God Until the morning. [26] THE PERFECT JUDGMENT T ONG time I strove to mould the shapeless clay After the beauty of my high intent, To body forth in line and lineament The thing I saw and heard and could not say; And some there were who, passing by that way, Praised the poor craft, discerning what was meant, But others railed at me for time misspent And mocked the labor of the weary day. Now with the throng came God, and from mjr place I whispered, fearful — "Lord, 'tis poor and rough, But 'tis my best!" With pitying eye down-bent He smote it, and it fell down on its face. "Ay, child, thy best — yet it is not enough!" My heart cried out; but I was well content. [27 " QakaTTa' OaXarra " A NOTHER weary mountain-crest to scale After so many past. On either side Forest, where haply fiercest foemen hide, And doubt and famine every step assail. But hark! to those whose hope and courage fail A shout that rushes like the coming tide. Deep, jubilant, exultant, swelling wide — "The sea! the sea!" — ^what more to tell the tale? For triumph sweeps away the former pain And makes the weary journey seem as naught With promise sure of life and home again. Ah, soul! — shall ever any mountain be Where, all the summits gained, all battles fought, We too, exulting, cry, "The sea! the sea!" 28 A VALENTINE ' I ^HE wise forget, dear heart- They leave the past And play the hero's part, Brave to the last. They weep not nor regret, Calm are their eyes; Dear heart, the wise forget — I am not wise! [29 THE PAST T SAID, "The Past it is dead. I will bury it deep and still With a tablet over its head — 'Of the dead one may speak no ill.' " I dug deep down in the loam, I sealed up the grave with prayer; But the Past was the first one home And waited to greet me there. [30 FORGIVEN? T SAW Love stand Not as he was ere we in conflict met, But pale and wan. I knelt — I caught his hand — "O Love," I cried, ^'I did not understand! Forgive — forget!" Love raised his head And smiled on me, with weary eyes and worn. ''I have forgot — what was it all?" he said. "Only — my hands are scarred where they have bled. My wings are torn." [31 PREMONITION 'T*HE summer has died of its own complete- ness, Died a passionate, crimson death, And our love has all it can hold of sweetness. Heart of mv heart — must the next be death? [32] PAOLO AND FRANCESCA 'TpWO souls that, poised on some high moun- "■- tain-top Of pain and rapture, answered each to each, And straight forgot the level world below; Pressing all joy in one swift moment's space. Drank life and heaven an hundredfold refined. And so were — fools and damned? or blest and wise ? — The world looks on and envies while it sneers. [33] "/^ CLEAR-EYED daughter of the gods, thy name?" — Gravely she answered: ''I am called Success." "The house, the lineage, whence thy beauty came?" — "Failure my sire; my mother, Weariness." [34] THE EASTWARD ROAD T ET us go on along the eastern way — -*— ' Behind us flares the sunset's gold and rose, Before us, in the dusk that no man knows, The level high-road stretches straight and gray. Let us go on to meet the moon's first ray Above the eastward path that twilight shows; Let us go on apast the moon, till glows Across the eastern hills another day. Though through the dark mad shapes go scurry- ing by — Reason and Rapine, Power and Unrest, Kingdoms unburied, empires yet unborn — While the night wind blows cool across the sky, While man's ambition struggles toward the west, Let us ride on through moonlight into morn. [35] EPITAPH A LIFE that failed in Its success, -^^ That having service In its power Chose to be ruler for an hour, And knew not that it chose the less. [36] ESAU 00 I have lost my birthright, do you say? — Granted. But was it not mine own to lose, To squander, barter, ruin should I choose? Who are you that make question of my way? Or what if I compute it little pay For the swift joy you moralists abuse? The moment's ecstasy that you refuse A thing for which I fling my life away? What had my right been worth if I had died, Or what were life, so hungered and athirst? 1 am content; I have no need to pray. I chose my lot and I am satisfied Though I be outcast and my name accurst. Hell may come after. — I have had my day. [37] II But I have lost my birthright? Did I dare To barter for one hour all years to come, And shall I play the weakling, change the dumb Acceptance of my lot for vain despair? The guilt was mine, and I alone must bear The penalty, and pay the heavy sum; Were sin the less, or weakness overcome, If I should show the pain I may not share? — Nay, God alone, the God that I forswore, Shall see the blackness of the gulf I know — He who would pardon, but who never can! — And you shall measure grief you never bore, And mock again the pain I do not show. Who know myself cast out by God and man! [38 "I AM OF THY BRETHREN" TS it enough, O ye who planned And toiled and died to give men light, That in the light in which they stand Ye are forgot, dim shades of night? Or do ye sometimes, w^here ye dwell In that far heaven serene and chill. Dream, though unsaying — "Ah, how well If one on earth remembered still!" [39 RESURRECTION "r\ID Jesus die and rise again? — I know it not. I only know The windflower triumphs o'er the snow, And courage wakes anew in men. [40] A PRAYER FOR ONE DEAD T> RAVEST of souls that ever strove with fate, Victor by will, beyond the fleshly strength. What glad requital shalt thou find at length Behind the muffled darkness of the Gate? Shall the new life break sudden into song, And glory flame before thy weary eyes? Shall some swift-summoning angel bid thee rise To share the exultation of the strong? O friend, who smiled through all the heart-sick years, God grant thee first a little space for tears! [41 pRAY that I may not love thee, best-beloved! Make thou for me the prayer I cannot pray, That I may go upon my silent way With heart unshaken and with brow unmoved. Pray for thyself, that thou mayest not be proved By pain of love or bend thee to its sway; Pray that thou love me not, lest thou for aye Renounce the peace of them that have not loved. For love is fine and keen and fierce as fire, Passionate, leaping, beautiful as flame — A moment's ecstasy, a lifetime's scars ; Leave then to me the anguish of desire, The longing and unrest beyond a name — Choose thou the splendid glory of the stars ! [42] COURAGE TF in the days that now are at an end I had been false in deed or look or word To that unspoken vow our spirits heard When eyes met eyes and each life claimed a friend — If ever I had stooped my soul to spend Less than the gold of love, or ever stirred To action by a baser motive spurred Than to be worthy — fate could make me bend. But, love, look back across the changeful years — Is not our friendship high and true and brave, Strong to all service, swift in high emprise? If we must part, then, let there be no tears. Life cannot daunt us — and beyond the grave We shall stand up and look God in the eyes. [43 T ANDSMAN begot and bred, The sea-salt is on my lips; On the wings of the seaward wind My soul fares after the ships. My soul fares over the waste Of the waters capped with foam, And the swirling seas give place, And the curlews cry me home. The sea-wind is in my face, The sea-salt is on my lips; My landbred soul claims kin With them that go down to the ships. [44] THE NEW YEAR ""iXZHAT shall the New Year bring me, ^^ friend?"— The spirit spake: "I see A new love's birth, an old love's end, Regret and joy for thee. "I see the glee of sky and sun. The life of wind and rain; I see long effort just begun Deepen and grow to pain. "I see thee fail of all the goal Thy highest self can prize; I see thee, weak and poor of soul, Still rise, and fall, and rise." "Nay, thou dost tell of days gone by, The year that is at end!" — The spirit looked with pitying eye — "I see the New Year, friend!" [45 II Whither ridest thou, Soul, so fast? — — Into the unknown year. — Who were the warders so lately passed? — Yesterday's-Spell and Fear. — Who are the twain upon either side? — Courage and Loyalty. — And the grim shape pressing thee hard in the ride ? — — Nay, that is Memory. — Knowest thou aught of the unseen land? — No man hath gone this way. — Fearest thou not for thy little band ? — * 'Trust" is the word for aye. — Are there no foemen who shall contend? — Pain and Distrust and Pride. — How if they master thee at the end? — Yet have I rid my ride! — 46] Ill As one who, come at dawn upon a hill Marking the confines of some unknown land, Pauses and looks abroad to understand What lies before him, if or good or ill, Then draws the deep breath of the morning chill, Tightens his staff again within his hand. Straightens his shoulders, gives his soul command, And takes his march again with better will — So I, upon the borders of the year. Pause to behold the ways where I must go And breathe the deep clear breath of early day; Then down the slope of time without a fear Begin my march to meet the day's full glow. Eager to lose no moment of the way. [47 LIMITATION TiyTAN I know not nor have known- I have seen How the hillside, dusk and lone, Leaps to green; I have seen the break of day On the hill. If no more shall come my way — As God will! [48 AFTERMATH npHE flower falls. My heart, bereft, Goes softly down the darkening ways. Thank God that still the thorn is left As earnest of our rose-red days! [49 ARITHMETIC HP HE thing I sought with prayers and tears And never found, I give to you. Because I am not w^hat I am Believe, and know^ the gift is true. And this I gained with bitter toil — Such search, such failing o'er and o'er — I give you, all — and lo! I find That I am richer than before. [50] "THE GARDEN OF MY HEART" N OVEMBER fills the earth with rain And drives the last dead leaves apart. Untouched by autumn's haunting pain, Untrod by shapes that lurk and start, Sleeps the still garden of my heart. There in the light of summer sun Thrills the red glory of the rose. You touched it once — that day is done. But still the crimson petal glows In that hushed garden no man knows. You touched it once and straight forgot — But, if you had but known, dear heart, You made such summer in that spot That gladness never can depart From the still garden of my heart. [SI] NOCTURNE CJPEAK softly, sweet, and bid the lutes play low ; Let the low laughter live but in your eyes; Dusk be the air and dim where, spirit-wise, Move we in noiseless passage to and fro. One lies asleep beside the fountain's flow. Lulled by the murmurous water's fall and rise; Him may we not awake to other guise Than this still shape that doth not hear or know. Fair on the borders of a dream he lies. Loth to let slip the ways by which he came. Stilling each sense that seeks the world of men. Hush, sweet! — no whisper — nay, no speech of eyes — Lest, roused at last by mention of his name. Love shall awake that will not sleep again. [52] THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S SON A KING'S son riding adown the glen (Sweet, this is but a song) Fairest and bravest of mortal men (God, but the years are long!) A herd-girl sat by the fountain's brink As he rode adown the glade. The king's son sprang from his horse to drink And smiled on the little maid. Smiled and quaffed and then bent full low And kissed her on eyes and mouth; So lightly leapt to his saddle-bow And rode away to the south. For the sons of kings have their work to do (Sweet, this is but a song) And he was a valiant knight and true (God, but the years are long!) Never he might come back that way. And the herd-girl understood; But this was the kiss of one golden day, And she knew that her God was good. [53] A peasant, barefoot and browned and torn, She knew that she walked a queen, Her gold the gold of a summer morn, Her kingdom the woodland green. The seal of her kingdom on mouth and eyes Where the lips of a prince had pressed. Her heart laughed up at the happy skies For the glory that no man guessed. But the king's son rode away to the south (Sweet, this is but a song)- And his true-love kissed him on eyes and m.outh (God, but the years are long!)- [54 THE LOVE-FLOWER r^OWN in the April land ^^^ Love gathered a flower, and kissed And shut it into her hand — So did Love make his tryst. And Aprils have come and flown, And the heart of the rose forgets, But Love still waits for his own Among the violets. [55] LofC. MIDSUMMER /^UT in the night's dusk spaces ^^^ White shapes are gleaming. Rise from thy troubled dreaming Of human faces. Hush! Follow, follow, Down through the moon-filled hollow, Over the moonlit hill! Follow the faery leading. Let the night hold thee, Let her enwrap, enfold thee, List to her pleading. Hush! Follow, follow, Down through the moon-filled hollow. Over the moonlit hill! Let but a word be spoken Of human sorrow. One question of the morrow — The charm is broken. Hush! Follow, follow, Down through the moon-filled hollow, Over the moonlit hill! [56 THE WAY OF THE WOMAN /^UT of my grace Thought you that for your sake I might have worn The crimson rose? Nay, friend, I fling it back with laughing scorn, Full in your eager face. Ah, let it sleep In the warm silence of the summer grass! Haply — ^who knows? — I may bend lower, after that you pass. And take it up — to keep. [57] THE SEERS /^ OD — so the legends tell us — on the eyes Of all sent forth to dwell upon the earth Lays light his finger, that in hour of birth They may forget the glory of the skies. Yet there are some who, touched in tenderest wise. May still dream dimly of a greater worth Than this nev/ human world of pain and mirth. Still reach past knowledge in divine surmise. Therefore they hear the secrets of the sea. Therefore the empty moorland, bare, forlorn, Thrills them with half-remembered ecstasy. And dreams come to them, 'twixt the night and morn. All faintly fragrant, like a memiOry Of the dear dead who died ere we were born. 58] WEARINESS nPHOU knowest, Lord, If I have fought! Early and late my hand hath wrought, Early and late, in storm and sun, I toiled to let thy will be done. Now that there comes an end of strength, And thou dost bid me cease at length, No wondrous guerdon, Lord, I crave — A little rest within the grave. I am no coward, Lord ! If strife Await us in some later llfe^ — If there be heights we still must scale. And foes o'er whom we still prevail, I put peace by, a little while, Doing thy bidding with a smile; Nor will I ask reward or praise. Content to know I go thy ways. Yet if perchance there might be. Lord, A little rest beneath the sward, A little silence in the ground, Unpierced by light, unbroke by sound, A blackness cool and numb and deep Where I might sleep nor dream of sleep — Count It not sin, Lord, that I crave This little rest within the grave! 59 THE AGNOSTIC CERENE and still 'mid war of right and wrong He walked erect where meaner mortals crept. One caught him: "Make me strong as thou art strong!" Sudden he turned, and hid his face, and wept. [60 REACTION T EST I should taste forbidden fruit I shut myself from Paradise, And stone by stone I built the wall That hides it from mine eyes. But now that I am safe outside, That if I would I might not cross. May I not sit a little while Without, and count my loss? [6i THE WORLD'S JUDGMENT IIT OW shall I know the strength of a man ? — By his fight with his bosom's foes. — But how shall I judge of that secret strife? — Good lack! by the pain he shows. 62] THE HIGHWAY npHE world bears on Its heavy load — Who knows if it be gold or sham? We, vagrants royal, by the road Sit fashioning an epigram. [63 THE HEART OF THE JESTER /^ ORSELET and breastplate, helm and greave, His armor mocks your hostile care ; Only the chance touch on his sleeve May make him wince, at unaware. 64] THE HAUNTED ROOM ' I ^ HE door is barred, without, within ; I look away as past I creep, Lest some day, moved to enter in, I must remember, and must weep. [65 OUTWORN T^ O you remember when I stood above ? I stretched my hand; you smiled Into my face. Gravely you mounted to the destined place Where I stood waiting, calm in pride and love. Do you remember when I stood above? Do you remember all the equal ways? Through the bleak moorland where the night blows cold, Up the slant hillside, down the darkening wold, We trod together; and love kept the days. Do you remember all the equal ways? Do you remember? You have scaled the height, I lag behind; I cannot climb so far. Dimly your face shines o'er me like a star — O'er me your face; o'er you the morning light. Do you remember, who have gained the height? Down in the valleys where the women weep — Do you remember? — on a grave new-made One lay at length, and sobbed, and blindly prayed. Let me go back alone my watch to keep Down In the valleys where the women weep! 66] SOPHISTICATION T TOOK the fruit that makes me lord Of good and evil. In a trice At gate of every Paradise Stands knowledge w^ith a flaming sv^^ord. [67] T FLUNG the shining thing afar And gathered up my toys again; How should I know it was a star God sent me then? [68 ir^HE red-rose petals droop and fall — Must we then mourn, with futile tears? Nay, love, be glad through all the years That the red rose has lived at all. [69] THE OPTIMIST "LJIS long glad day of golden light No dread of destined darkness mars; He lifts his forehead to the night And sings his soul out to the stars. [70 If there he any good deeds I ha-ve done Count them my mother'' s, each and e-very one But if for sin my soul be cast aside — ' Remember hoiu long since my mother died. [73] S£P 19 1903 1 Deacidified using the Bookkeeper process. Neutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide Treatment Date: Sept. 2009 PreservatlonTechnologies A WORLD LEADER IN COLLECTIONS PRESERVATION 111 Thomson Park Drive Cranberry Township, PA 16066 (724)779-2111 LIBRARY