%cmxm Cttltfnrnia fort )i.|]I.A9rra %. 'j^- - ^'^ TRIJF FRTRNDSiHrp I y J risndshipis a bond That binds our kea* '^ttr "'I, n.-^iJpji chains of .t.c r ought but death ca like Damon's, to the en.' . Siticerei \ leytd. t. COPYRIGHT APPLIED FOH BY W. W. AYERS HlGHGROVE. CAUIFORNIA ^W Pccge One Some Dreams of a California Poet ■-fi '\':^p-\ CALIFORNIA BY THE SEA On the east the grand Sierras Rear their snow-caps through the clouds On the west the mighty ocean Lies beneath its misty shrouds; South, the turbid Colorado Rushes through its canyons grand ; North, the Siskiyou towers skyward. Ever guarding this fair land. ^ jft Land of sunshine and of flowers, Land of gold and precious stone, Land of history and romance, — Constant lure wherever known. Here the sandal-footed padres, In the dim of long ago. Placed the cross on mission towers, Which today their hand work show. .^^^: "B Here the sturdy "Forty-niners" Sought and found the "Golden Fleece," Here the golden wheat now ripens With a magic like increa.se. Here the golden orange glistens In its bower of darkest green, And the golden poppy nestles 'Mid the hill-side grassy .sheen. Here the rose, in matchless beauty. Over fence and trellis climbs. And the songs of birds are mingled With the sweet-toned mission chimes. Land of beauty, love, and gladness. How my heart goes out to thee Naught can woo me from my sweet-heart,- California by the sea. ■^r^-i^ r ^ Pag^ fitio ^XJ \ Some Dreams of a California Poet '■r^-<^^ ■'f'. GOD REIGNS AND ALL IS WELL We hear the rumhle of the guns, The tramp of marching feet. We see our sons go forth to war, Our hearts in anguish beat. Yet o'er it all and through it all, There rings a sweet-toned bell Whose healing message seemed to say, — "God reigns and all is well." We see the strength and pride of youth Go gladly to the fray. We see their torn and mangled forms Borne from the field away. We moan, we cry, we try to pray, — Our awful anguish tell, And then the Christ we seem to see, — God reigns and all is well. High in the heavens, over all, There shines a brightening star, We steer our course by its soft light, We hail it from afar, But clouds and fogs full oft obscure, And false lights throw their spell, — We trust our pilot's steady hand. — God reigns and all is well. Earth's empires fall, their testing time Is seen on every hand. The mighty structures greed has built Are based on shifting sand. Shall our.s go down? Is our base false? Can seer our fate foretell? We fully trust our guiding star. — God reigns and all is well. Our fathers digged to solid rock. They based our structure there In justice, liberty, and right. They raised a building fair. Some false brick may be in the walls. The testing time will tell. But it will stand a mighty shock, — God reijrns and all is well. v-*cr' - ,-*-■ ■m^ Pcigle Three , Some Dreams of a California Foet Our sons now fight on foreign soil. In cause of sacred right. They fight for us and for our homes Against a tyrant's might. God strengthen them and strengthen all Who fight for hearth to dwell, For thou art just, they cannot fail, — God reigns and all is well. The star shines bright, the day draws near. The clouds and fogs have fled, A song rings out and tyrants hear And flee away in dread. A world redeemed by martyr's blood, A place where free men dwell, Will be our children's heritage, — God reigns and all is well. ^>5^ EASTER MORN ON MOUNT RUBIDOUX I stood 'mid throngs one Easter morn upon Mount ; Rubidoux. A solemn hush was over all, and voices murmured low. A huge rough cross, with arms outstretched, adorned the rugged height ; A soft grey mist the valley filled and almost blurred from sight. Below, as through a veil, the "City Beautiful" was seen. And mission chimes came floating up, with notes sweet- toned, serene. As morn advanced the mists arose, and o'er the lofty crest, ^ Where San Jacinto's snow-erov^d head against the clouds was pressed, Aurora of exquisite sheen transformed the eastern sky, — !^ The beauty of the sight so thrilled I scarce suppressed a cry, — Then soon, in maje.sty supreme, the Sun himself appeared. And shot his firey darts of light across vast spaces cleared. The rays illumed the roek-strewn hill and lighted up the cross, Wliile multitudes beheld in awe, and felt a sacred loss. Twasj then a hymn of praise arose upon the sun-bright air. And sen roe a soul in all that throng hut offered up a prayer. .^.. Page Four N.' Some ^Dreams of a California Poet ' -^ 1 QRANGE BOSSOM TIME In this land of fadeless beauty. In the farthest distant west, Where the sun's last blessing lingers Ere he sinks 'neath ocean crest. How delightful is the pleasure Just to rest in peace sublime. And thrice blessed is the privileg'? If itt: orange blossom time. Here are missions whei-e the padres In the dim of long ago. Taught and trained the wild, fierce savage In the ways of peace to go. Here are wondrous fruits and flowers And a soft, delicious clime, And the choicest of all seasons Is the orange blossom time. How I love the bright, cool mornings, When the dew is on the grass. And the birds from leafy bowers Carol to me as I pass. All the glories of God's Eden Seem to blend in perfect rhyme When I breathe the dank sweet perfume Of the orange blovssom time. (Jokl of orange and of poppy, Lily fair and giant fern, Palm and pepper, ever verdant. Wonders new at every tiirn. Rose vines decked with glowing blossoms To the highest tree-tops climb But the greatest of all wonders Is the orange blossom time. Though I travel far and often From this land of pure delight, I pray God that I here linger When life nears the shades of night, And when darkness gathers o'er me May I hoar the mission's chime. And my soul be wafted heavenward In the orange blossom time. Page Five Some Dreams of a California Poet MISS NANCY O'LEARY Miss Nancy O'Leary was a maiden lone and dreary, — No beau had ever knocked upon her door. She lived on tarts and pickels, and she hoarded ail her nickels. And each day grew thinner than the day before. The extent of all her labors was to talk about her neighl)<)rs, And to scatter all the scandal that she found. No lie was so pernicious but to her it seemed delicious If she had the chance to spread the news around. ^m^k ^. ,4 If a young man and his lady chanced to walk a pathway shady, And he slyly stole a kiss as they strayed. Nine to one old Nance O'Leary saw the act and true to theory Quickly from it awful scandal made. ^i \:\ < )ne day a sweet-faced lady, with a Red Cross on her "shady" Rang the bell at Nance's parlor door. Old Nance made haste to open, for the one with this strange token Had not chanced to come her way before. This lady with clear vision and divine and holy mission. Talked to Nance of all the good that she might do. — How she might make clothes for needy, how to work with fingers speedy To relieve the soldiers' suffering, too. Old Nance became excited at the prospect that invited, And she worked as never did she work before. l-?he forgot her frets and worries, quit her peddling of vile stories. And her labors made a large and goodly store. Her war garden is delightful, she grows plump and far less spiteful, And. just as sure as you are born, I saw .Judge Hastings there asparking. now won't there _- be some larking When the wedding bells peal sweetly some bright morn"! Page Siic ■/til Some Dreams of a California Poef m u^'^if!:.;^ AFTER THE WAR, WHAT? The hour has struck, and gilded crowns from fear-blauched brows are cast. The jeweled scepters fall, and titled baubs are swept before the fateful blast. The age-long myth of "kings divine" is o'er. And power to rule by chance of birth may be no more. But are we free because all this is done? What is the boasted freedom we have won? In years agone, when one king passed away. And while the people mourned beside his stricken clay, The shout would oft arise and make the welkin ring — "Our lord, the king, is dead; long live the king!'- And ere the candles ceased to burn beside the dead king's bier, A new king reigned, and all men paused his mandates then to hear. So now men pause amid the surging din of falling empires, And at once begin to question and anxiously complain, — •Who now shall be our king? Who now shall reign?" And selfish men are plotting here and there To snatch the people's power, and right by might declare. Great lords of wealth, who loudly prate of sins that Czardom brings, And boldly preach Democracy, yet live like titled kings, — Are seeking to perpetuate their kingdoms and renown. And pass from father unto son an empire without crown. What matters it to you and me and all hunianity [v crown and sceplei be taboo, or called "iK'niocracy"? Ttiese lordly ones, who, like the swine, will wallow in the trough, Themselves o'er full, yet bound to keep rho weak from food enough, Are tyi)es we scarce would like in power when czars and kings are done. We must awake and fight still more 'pre freedom's safely won. , ii 1_.-^ ^«^&^^^^ & ^■^\^;-:^^^ „ Some Dreams of a California Poet / O, that mankiud might sometime learn God's simple, loving plan ! He made the earth a paradise and fruitful home for man. He gave the laws to govern it, so simple and so plain, A child might know and follow them with never fear nor pain. Yet, having ears, we have not heard, and hav- ing eyes to see. We've wandered on in darkness deep, a long eternity. The Christ endeavored once to bring us back into the day. We slew Him for His pains, and stumbled on our way. But yet — still yet — there is a hope, deep in the souls of men. That we may find a better way and all earth's troubles end. If we could only understand the love that God has shown. And. like the Christ, in SERVICE find a recompense alone, And if, instead of dictum which declares that "only fit shall live," We change the rule and by our love make all men fit to live, We then need have no fear of those who frame our country's laws. For they, like us, will only live to serve true freedom's cause '1 jiS5S£i; I i^ANN, CHRISTMAS TIME AT RIVERSIDE, CALIFORNLA Let those who will with rapture thrill About the cold and snow. — Of pleasures great to sleigh and skate Where ice-filled blizzards blow. Give me a Christmas, balmy, sweet. With flower-scent in the air. Where birds and bees and orange trees Make up a vista fair. Where snow-capped mountains tower above The warm and fertile plain, — Where winter's blast can never cast His .searing touch of pain. 4^hi.s is the place where genii throw Their fairy spells about you. ; If heri's your home desire to roam Hhs no more power o'er you. -=^S«3=>g?.. O >^ ^yr^^fNine '/ Some Dreams of a California Poet SPRING, BACK EAST From out the sunny meadow, where the green First shows the warming touch of Spring While yet the air is crisp and cold, And to the roof the ice-spears cling, — There rings upon the morning air A note so joyful, clear and sweet, That, to the list'niug ear it seems A fairy's trumpet, Spring to greet. Our hearts are warmed, though cold the air. For Meadow-lark is singing there. His coat is warm, his heart is light, And over all the sun is bright. We know the Frost King's icy grip Has lost its power, — his fingers slip, And soon his scepter and his crown Will deck Queen Spring, of emerald gown. THERE SHALL BE PEACE Our feet are trembling on the brink of wild and untrod ways — A new world greets us, and wonders thrill us as we gaze. The past is dead, we do not deeply mourn, nor scarce repine For all the dross of hate, pain and sorrow left behind. The Wise Men from far distant lands once more have "t^ met ; J Led by a guiding star they .seek the Christ where war's red sun has set; And shall they find Him? Ay, the humble and the simple folk Have seen Him. mercy bent, on Flanders' fields, and as He spoke Of new and better things to be in the glad time that is to come. Their souls with holy rapture thrilled, although their lips were dumb. The whole world soon shall know and serve Him as God's Son And learn such truths as none have known since time I was first begun. t ^%ii ^^Wsi Page Teh Some Dreams of a California P o< OLD MAN WISE There is a man in our small town To wisdom much inclined, And anything he doesn't know Is very hard to find. I asked him what the weather'd be A day or so along, He cocked his eye, and looked quite wise, And answered quick and strong, — "I'm very sure 'twill rain," quoth he. Unless the wind should veer, And if it does, I'm just as sure The weather will be clear." I asked him when to plant my "spuds." — In light or dark of moon, — He said, "I give you sound advice, — Don't plant them in the moon." With trouble deep I went to him. In a crisis of my life, — I could not choose 'twixt fat or thin. Or light or dark, a wife. He pulled his nose and winked his eye, And with a sly old .smile He said, "My son, if I were you, I'd wait a little while. For men have very little say In matters such as these. The girl will manage all of that, "Tis her you'll have to please." I asked him when the war would eease,- He spoke with candor then. And said. "The longer time it lasts. The quicker it will end." I'm sure you'll all agree with me That this man is some wise. So, if you've questions troubling you, Consult him ere he dies. The weight of such mentality Is great, indeed, to bear, And much we fear the strain will cause Ere long a vacant chair. '^i -yjl^.■*'T"^ Pag Cr Eleven j Some Dreams of a California Poet CHRISTMAS BELLS Hark 1 I hear the sound of bells ! In sweet-toned notes their cadence swells Till earth and sky are filled with song, And heavenly spheres the strains prolong. 'Tis Christmas time and once again There shines a star of hope for men ; No cloud now hides it from the view, But bright and clear, and strong and true, It heralds once again the birth Of him who brings sweet peace to earth. And peoples, who have ne'er before Beheld its light nor learned its lore. Give heed to this bright orb above Whose light proclaims that "God is love." O, Glorious Orb ! O, Beauteous Star ! O. Holy Christ, whose virtues are So plain to all the world this night,— Give comfort in this sad world's plight. And let the healing of Thy touch Bring strength to souls that need Thee much ! Ring, sweet-toned bells ! Sing, angel choir ! Earth's dross has burned in war's fierce fire And peace, so sweet now seems to be That all men seek the Christ to see. ^^ FORGET YOL'R TROUBLES What's the use o' whinin' when the wind blows cold? What's the use o' frettin' cause you're growin' old? See that other feller buekin' wind and weather — Tough as rawhide leather — And grow bold. What's the use o' growlin' when the crops is bad? What's the use o" swearin' at the luck you've had? There's a Belgian family diggin' in quite manly While tho Huns spend grandly All they had ,, Meet each day a-smilin'. — poor or rich, — If you run a railroad or jest dig a ditch. Keep old age a-humpin' by your lively jumpin'. Never get to grumpin' At the switch. Make the world some brighter while you're here; Fill the other feller with your cheer ; All your little troubles will be turned to bubbles. Filled with rainbow doubles - ' ^.^ Bright and clear. -f^' -c-^:" X _■■ — ■ ■\' 5... my ^"^^^■^ J'age Tiuelve ±^c:^:^^-;j£,x. \^ Some Dreams of a California Poet ) DON'T FORGET YOUR MOTHER There's a light in the window tonight for thee, O wandering boy, far out on life's sea. A mother is praying this moment for you, You must not disgrace her, — to honor be true. Though subtle the wiles that Satan has cast, 'Round tho life of a boy, one anchor holds fast, "Tis the rope of Affection, whose strands closely knit, Will hold through life's tempests, they cannot break it. O boy with a mother, how blest is thy lot To know, where e'er wandered, thou'rt never forgot ! Be brave and be kindly .and whatever you do. Write home to your mother, she's anxious 'bout you. OLD "BY-GEORGE" "By-George," we called him up and down the old-time countryside. He was of lordly mien, and full of boastful pride ; His voice was resonant and strong. — intended to command, He .seemed to think the world should stop and hearken his demand. He breezed into the store one day where I and other clerks ^^ Were selling groceries and shoes, dry-goods, hats, caps " and shirts. And all the many other things found in a general store That caters to the town and farm and meets their wants galore. He fixed me with his eagle eye, and in his lordly way He said, "By-George, my lad, I think I'll buy .some gro- ^ ceries today." 'n, He forthwith ordered right and left, with no care for the cost, — A customer to glad the heart, with hope he'll ne'er be , lost. The list was finally ended, the goods were piled and stacked Secure within his wagon they all were safely packed. I gently then suggested his pleasure 'bout the bill ; He slapped his hip and looked surprised, and said, "By- 4" George. Will I left my pocket-book at home in my old working suit; ' I'll pay this bill some other day. you bet your bottom boot." And so he went from place to place and bought goods *" without pay. — ■•By-(Teorge, my pocket book's at home." he never failf^d- to say. IIo iiuide it work for many a moon, and this I know is true. rii.it wliat h$ {iroitniSfed ..then ' 1 ,1,10, -'^-■•%^_ '^ x^'^ ^^ ^-.j j oiMr- ^-^ .- x''"^'"-ri >iti;^ A SUMMER NIGHT IN CALIFORNIA Softly o'er the landscape stealing, Dimming hill and dale, Darkling Shadows of the evening Spread their cooling veil. Purple looms the western mountains In the golden air; Day and night are gently kissing Each the other there. Twinkling from the dome of heaven, Where no cloud-drift mars, Sparkles forth in glowing welcome Brightly gleaming stars. IK From the pond of shimm'ring silver Croak of frogs is heard; Crickets chirp, and sweetly thrilling. Sings the mocking-'bird. As a mother's hand of healing Does her child empower, Nature's fingers gently linger On each leaf and flower. To her tiny dew-drop dipper Every lip is pressed ; From her fairy ward-robe locker All are freshly dressed. Then When day again in splendor Glows with sun-bright air, All the earth is clothed in beauty. Crladsome. bright and fair. ag^ ri&^ --•-ts-.-. 53S^^ ^ =;^^: ^^= :^-^---v ^H^r' ^ '^— ^ P^S^ FifteCi "r^ka-' ome Dreams ot a Calitornia Poet THE WEST'S BATTLE CRY Freedom for all forever! From out the far fluug west. The youngest of the nations Proclaims this challenge-quest. Freedom for all, forever! The old world hears the tread And thunder of the legions New-^born from freedom's bed. Freedom for all, forever! The kings of the East have pressed Their somber lines of battle Against the free-born West. Freedom for all, forever ! The echo of that cry Brings answering voices ringing From earth, and sea, and sky. Freedom for all, forever! No power can still this call Till tyrant's fetters shatter And God reigns over all. Freedom for all, forever! The open word of God. The love of Christ embodied Where'er man's feet have trod. Freedom for all, forever! O glorious battle cry ! The magic of its music. Praise God, shall never die FISHING TIME Over the meadow and through the wood. All down by the purling stream. Where brambles grow and wild flowers blow, And bright scaled fishes gleam. With whistled lilt and hat a-tilt. And fish pole over the shoulder, — What cares he if books there l)e. And hated axioms moulder? For youth is gay, and boys will play Without our will or wishing And this is sure, the strongest lure Is the cry. "Lets go a-fishing." ^ .^\ -■"^^'t: L'J Pag^ Sixteen i^rrrT^:-;Si i(n Some Dreams of a California P^ -^'V^i^fii: T^^i^ -A r':i-M^ WHAT IS THE CAUSE ( Written bjef ore the United States entered the great war My boy. and yours, are wanted now, — There is a call for men To form an army, brave and strong, Our nation to defend. But let us for a moment pause Before we send them out, And question, what shall be the cause, And what 'tis all about. Shall Europe's ghastly trenches drain The life-'blood of our sons? Shall wars of greed, and quarrels of kings Engulf our best loved ones? An army for DEFENSE, ah, yes, We'll gladly let them go, And shed their blood, if needs must be, 'Gainst any foreign foe. But. mark you well, no son of mine Shall join your army grand, To fight for kings on foreign soil. And in an alien land ! If "Wall Street's" bloody gold all sinks 'Neath Europe's crimson flood. It will not weigh one jot with me Against my son's life-blood. O nation mine ! O loved country ! Thine honor's dear to me! Let not a greedy few destroy Thy noble de.stiny ! We'll live for thee! We'll die for thee! We'll give to thee our sons. To lift the flag in victory 'Gainst Kaiser, King or Huns ; But let us keep our honor bright, — Be sure our cause is just, — Then truly we can say to all, — '•In God we put our trust." -y^^if.. _^— >tanM*»T?57.V-j^ ■ — Jt Pageiye^enteen Some Dreams of a California Poet }, THE PRESIDENT 1 A towering form he stands, with presence calm and vision clear. The storms that dim the light for lesser men ne'er fill his heurt with fear. He sees the calm beyond the storm, — a peaceful sunlit world, — Ambition, hate, and selfish greed are from his presence hurled. He points with that* diviner sight that to the Christ was given. To that bright day when earth may claim the foretaste joys of heaven. •■'i The weary war-worn nations, all, lift helpess hands to him, God grant no evil power may harm, nor cloud his vision dim I We are too near his person now to gain a proper view, But ages hence his fame will stand secure in virtues true. Stand firm America, today behind this leader sent, And let each loyal heart exclaim, — "God bless our President I" A MOTHER'S SORROW I knelt alone with my dear one Close down by the river side. The Pilot stood there a-waiting The turn of the outward tide. I kissed the brow of my darling, — My joy, my pride, my best, — In sorrow too deep for sobbing I pressed him to my breast. O Pilot, why do .vou take him? So young, so manly, so strong. Take me, O Pilot, I pray thee! Thou surely canst take me along? P>ut the Pilot sadly beckoned And out with the flowing tide Drifted the boat with my loved one. The Pilot stood close by his side. My heart is heavy within me. It seems in my breast a stone. How can I face a tomorrow, When tomorrow will find me alone? O God. give balm for my heartache! Give solace for infinite pain ! Give hope, ,that in Heavens bright morningir- I'll find all my lost ones again. - : - - i. > /*a^*- P(^jt ^Iweffty-one Some Dreams of a California Poet GOD'S SCHOOL To the lover of nature and lover of God The earth opens magical arms, — She shows him her secrets, and all he beholds Is filled with an interest that charms. The rose and the leaf, the rock and the clod, Each fill him with joy and amaze. The birds and the bees and creatures of earth Are marvels which call for his praise. To the lover of nature and lover of God This earth is a wonderful place, "Tis a school for advancement, where the diligent may Be privileged to look on God's face. For God is about us, above and below. His love is abroad everywhere, And happy the man who seeks for His will, And trusts all his life to His care. P A.' A PRAYER FOR PEACE (Written July 31, 1914, before the beginning of the great world war.) All Europe trembles 'neath the tread of marching feet ; The clank of sword and spur and din of marshal music fill the air ; A sad and fearful murmur rises from the troubled earth, And heaven seems black to hearts in dire despair. What means this awful, grim display of serried ranks in untold numbers marshalling now? Is God preparing for that day when sinful man before His throne must bow? O God, thy righteous wrath delay ! For this we pray. Almost two thousand years have passed Since Christ, the lowly Nazarine, walked here upon the earth. He taught with wisdom unsurpassed The laws that give diviner birth to all that human hearts aspire, — Of love, and truth, and pure desire. How poorly we have learned of Thee, Thou pierced One of Calvary ! M:- 3^-tri Page Tiventy-tivo >nn Some Dreams of a California Poet ;v»u^ Men slew the Christ, they'd slay Him now, With all the light of years to glean, For selfishness and man-made creed full strong as they were then, are seen. And justice, blinded by the glare of golden idols does declare Against the right of men. Shall God, of righteous judgment, still withhold His hand? O God, we pray. Do Thou delay! Vjl Full many men with bursting chests of gold, purchased at the price of thousands slain with toil and strife unbearable, Are seeking now to purchase peace, — As though their gold could purchase aught that is de- sirable, — These long for peace that none may snatch their stolen gains away. But peace they've never had, and never may. O God. in mercy spare us yet ! Thy precepts still may we accept ! If 'tis Thy will. Almighty God, To scourge the earth with fire and sword, O grant Thy mercy's quick return. And chasten not unto the end of all the world, But spare, O spare Thy seed, O God ! That chastened, they may quickly learn Thy blest com- mand. And livin;i then, in love and truth, A nobler people may arise and populate the land Then will the earth in fulness blow. And righteousness to fruitage grow, On every hand. O God, we pray. Hear us this day, Through Christ. Amen ! Fa^e ^J\0:mfy-three y,, Some Dreams ot a California Poet / RESURRECTION MORN "Come forth :" An angel speaks with gentle, firm command. The mighty stone is rolled away as by a magic hand. The Christ comes forth, a glorious form, all pain and sorrow passed, His word proved true, fruition seen for mankind's hope at last. A miracle I A miracle ! We cry in estacy. We marvel much, and scarce believe that it can truly be. Why marvel we? Why doubt we thus? on every hand we find The truth made plain and life renewed in miracles of kind. An angel speaks to stark bare trees, a million graves burst ope. And bud and leaf and full-blown flower prove resurrec- tion's hope. An angel si>ealvs. from l>rown cold sod springs life in myriad foi-ms, A resurrection miracle wherever God's sun warms. An angel speaks, the stone of sin is rolled from many a heart. In joyful freedom walk we forth with Christ to have a part. An angel speaks, a young child's cry is for the first time heard, From out the womb's dark tomb there comes fulfillment of Christ's word. An angel speaks, and nations heed that ne'er before gave ear, And great and small, o'er all the world, the joyful message hear. An angel speaks, the stone of doubt is rolled from mortal mind, Z' Attd. Resnrrwrion morn has dawned for all of humankind. o. r' Page Twenty-fbur -if^ ^ s^ . V Some Dreams of a California Poet mM)^ '*y5<» ^ fc^^i ,JL A- ! - THE GOLDEN WEDDING I thought to sing you a song, dear hearts, — To you who have battled so well 'Mid the stress and strife of long long life Ful] fifty years as man and wife, Till the evening shadows dwell. I thought to sing of the winter of life. And the glorious sunset glow. But instead I sing of the springtime fair Of budding flowers and perfumed air, And not of drifting snow. For the winter of life to such as thou Can never be cold and bleak, But the birds will sing and the flowers still cling, And the winter time be fair as spring Till your peaceful rest ye seek. And the golden hours of this golden day A golden chain shall make. To bind us all, both large and small, In bonds of love that cannot fall Till heaven's glories wake. ALMOND BLOSSOMING TIME AT BANNING, CAL Did you ever see the beauty in the sunset's afterglow? Or the sparkling, dazzling radiance of a sunrise o'er the snow ? Both these glorie.s are united in one grand and brilliant show, Up at Banning, in the springtime, when tlie almond orchards blow. Wry early in the springtime, ere the wild flower shows its head, And all other nut and fruit trees are quite stark and seem quite dead. Then the sturdy almond blossoms with a bright and beauteous glow, — Glorious Banning I In the springtime, when the almonjl orchards blow. Old "Jack Frost" seeks to destroy them, but they laugh,, him quick to scorn, ■^^ And his ice-spears change to dewdrops in the rosy-tinted morn. _-^ you seek relief from trouble and the fret of care beloV, ke a trip right up to Banning while the almond or- "cliards blow. ' .% ' "•-'■ ' ^ -itc ^y /^ Some Dreams of a California Poet ^ .»»0.ij; S:'.'/'/^ '"-'''^ 5?^ '^--^:.:^ -^^ OUR HERITAGE What is your heritage, my boy, Whose laughiug eyes are full of joy, — What heritage have you, I pray, 111 free America today? I have a heritage of joy, The free life of a healthy boy, The chance to study in the schools Where poor and rich obey the rules. What heritage have you, young man. Whose active brain can think and plan, — What heritage in this free land For your quick brain and active hand? I have a heritage of life. Free from all caste that deadens strife,- The greatest in our land today Came from the ranks of common clay. What heritage have you, young maid. Who lift your head so unafraid, — What heritage is yours today In this free land for which we pray? I have a heritage most true, To choose myself what I shall do. To wed or not at my desire, As free to choose as son or sire. What heritage have we today. All citizens beneath its sway, — What means this land of heart's desire To son and maid, to wife and sire? It means to us on this glad day A chance to sing a freeman's lay, A chance to vote, to work, to pray, With equal freedom day by day. What will we do for this great land Whose birth the good God surely planned.— What will we do for it today To keep it free from tyrant's sway? We will defend with all our might. >. The freedom that has shone so bright. \ "^^^W ™'?- '}!^*i""S' ^^'^Jo fli^se rights defend, ^fei.Tj5^" .v*i, r<^ f'-ir.. Will find America their friend. ri^^fe. m.'- Puge, SpeAljr-sif ^^ "«' AMERICA IS NOW AWAKE A rraii5p>-->rt sTink '. A rransport sunk! :he flaming liedIARCH 27th, 1916 The sands are swiftly flowing Through the hour-glass of life's day. Another golden grain has dropi)ed. A year has sped away. I ike burnished gold, refined by fire, Like gems more precious still,' The grains are growing scarce above, The lower glass to fill. Yet would we stay them if we could. And should we. if we would? A wiser hand than ours shall lead. A loving and a good. Whiit though the hair may thin in spots, And gray the temples grow, Thi' ^agf Tiuenty-eight :-^-T«?3^is?s*: Some Dreams of a California Poet ''^^2 rfv^- '^- THE MAN WHO TOILS I sing the praise of tlie man who toils, — Who labors with physical might, — Who wins his bread by the sweat of his brow, And is honestly tired at night. I saw such a one returned from his work, He wore no oppressive coat. His brawny arms were bronzed and bare, And bare was his rugged throat. He sat on the steps of his humble home, In his heart there welled a song, A cupid form sat astride his neck And urged its steed along. From out the door sweet odors came Which betokened the evening meal. And the fragrance of the simple fare To hunger made great appeal. The bu.sy housewife paused at times To glance through the open door, At man and babe, so happy there. And her love abounded more. Can kingly pomp or lordly wealth Produce such peace of mind? Can idle fop or gilded maid Such lasting pleasure find? I sing the praise of the man who toils, Who wields the hammer and tongs. Or drives the plow through the fertile soils. — To him the world belongs. the happiest life is the humble life, life of honest toil, diamonds of sweat are brighter by far in diamonds from Africa's soil. Pag^ 'pvetity-nine , ' \. , ,. , ^J Some Dreams ot a California Poet / EUREKA As the weary western traveler longs to see the "Prom- ised Land," And his train toils ever upward through the never-ending sand Suddenly the scenes are shifted, — San Gregonio's gate is passed, — And the land of "song and story" greets his tired eyes at last. -Miles on miles of lovely orchards, — almonds, apples, 'cots and pears, — In their green robes greet his vision, springing up quite unawares, (rlorious view of mighty mountains, towering, snowcapped, in the sky, Bring relief to tired eyesight and a soft desire to cry. As the train glides swiftly onward, busy little towns are passed, — Banning, noted for its almonds, Beaumont, with its apples classed. Gliding then through lovely canyon, with the mountains near at hand, Wider view finick opens to us. and it seems like fairy- land. -^T ^^- , Here the famous orange orchards, with their constant dark-hued green, , Mingled withj^ golden fruitage, make a most impressive * scene. 't^'. Cities now of more pretensions, — Redlands, Colton, Riverside, ^jj. San "Berdoo." and many others greet us as we swiftly ride. We are bound for that great center of this southland's busy life, — "Angel City." or Los Angeles, — mighty in its busy strife. With its sea-arms reaching oxitward to San Pedro and Long Beach, ' It draws trade from land and water and the world's great markets reach. i^-""'- -^■'" SiK-h a la nd as is this southland ne'er was found since Kden's time. t Tis Ml land to Ijve and die for and inspires this modest' rlijrme. '^^- Page Tfnrty ■'/<: Some Dreams of a California Pot "THERE IS NOTHING NEW UNDER THE SUN" — Solomon. In days long ago a wise man once said, "There's nothing that's new." His words I have read, and quite earnestly, too, Have pondered and thought of this saying so strange. I've sought for its meaning and tried to arrange My thoughts in verse form, and this I now give you. In fear and in trembling lest it not please you. But please you or no, 'tis here for your reading. Which I hope you will do, the critics not heeding. We deem ourselves great, and our wisdom enhancing; We gaze on the past from our height, downward glancing ; We preen our bright feathers with pride so unselfish (?) (Humility truly is fleeting and elfish). We stoutly maintain our age is more famed, And wiser than any before have obtained. Some critic quite small, but with infinite gall, Arises and casts this stone at our wall : What of Rome? What of Greece? What of Babylon great? Assyria, Egypt, and others whose fate Lies buried unknown in ages long past. Whence history's voice no echo has cast A-down the long eons of time intervening To tell of their greatness, their hopes, and their dreaming?" But surely, we say, these cannot compare With an age that gives man the mastery of the air. We use flying wings, like the birds when they soar ; We delve in the sea 'neath the storm's angry roar ; And safely we travel the ocean depths through ; We speak leagues through air, and many things do Which the "heathen" in all ages past, — ignorant clods, — Would have thought could only be done by the gods. "It ever was thus," our critic replies, "Each age in its boasting all others decries. And, candidly speaking, 'tis my firm belief Your boasting's as vain as a wild savage chief. »■ You know not. nor wisdom of sage has not even guessed The wonders that ages long buried possessed, For Civilization, so called in this world, Quite often from height to great depth has been hurled. — The higher the mount, the greater the fall, — Tiitil savage force has blotted out all Signs which a long distant future might read, And perchanco. though not likely, their lessons might heed. .% PagrTHirty-one Some JJreams ot a '^aiitornia roet //I It is likely, we kuow uot, yet well it may be The past has had lessons far greater than we. Of what man may do by labor untiring, In conquering nature and wisdom aspiring, But ever anon the image he built Had sandy foundation and toppled iind split All the beauty and wisdom and high expectation Back to earth in the crash of its rending foundation. Well, critic, it may be you speak but the truth Of ages that have been, but ours now is proof 'Gainst earthquake, and tempest, and fiery disaster That wrecked all the others, our building came after. And surely we builded more wisely than they, Our structure is great, it cannot give way. ■'I hope you are right," the critic replied, "But like all the others, its strength will be tried, And fierce winds assail, its strength sorely testing. It trembles in gales ever stronger investing. If it falls, the light of the world may again Turn to darkness as great as that which has lain Through uncounted ages, whence never a star Gives hint of man's life to men that now are." "Wise critic enough, your words are not mincing. In argument sound, in logic convincing. The world in sjreat cycles forever must go. And. like tides of the sea, with their ebb and flow. It mounts in one age to the portals of heaven. Then descends to the depth from which it has striven. "But why," you may ask, "this long dissertation?" •'What moral is here, and what application?" Xo moral, my freinds. 'tis just simple truth. And truth is unmoral, and often, forsooth. Unpleasant as well for our contemplation, — More bitter than sweet in its explanation. But if moral you'll have, smoke this in your pipe, Tis fragrant and old and perfectly ripe : Pride of self, pride of wealth. Pride of p(wer and of pelf; Dividing nifinkind into nations and classes; Loftily speaking of "rulers" and "masses" ; These are the straw and the sand in the wall That havo brought every nation and age to its fall. But poof ! these things have been — always will be — ,, The mora! is perfectly u.'^eless. v^'-'^tie-- i^ylt's just plain fact, — the wise man was right, — M'. 'rhere's nothing that's new. so friends all. good-night. m I /'a^ Thirty-two J'c:;'^"V>, Ll^; .7?iSii^ Some Dreams of a California Poe? ;^^Si^"^^:^ft^•^ ^'fB THE LAST DAY If today were the last on earth for me, I would not criuge and cry and pray, Like a wounded creature brought to bay, Nor don white robes to fly away, If today were the last on earth for me. If today were the last on earth for me, I'd lift my heart in joyful prayer To the Maker and Ruler of earth and air, And I'd thank Him for joys that are mine to share, If today were the last on earth for me. If today were the last on earth for me, I'd like to help right a wrong, To dry a tear, and start a song. And live for others the whole day long. If today were the last on earth for me. If today were the last on earth for me. And that day were nearing the setting sun, I'd like for Christ to say, "Well done, I've a larger task for you. my son," If today were the last on earth for me. THERE SHALL BE PEACE The heavens are dark with the portent of ill. The earth seems to quake and cannot be still : Like rumble of thunder, the cannon's deep roar. Like flashings of lightning the rending shells soar ; Tho shrieks of the dying, the blood-spattered earth. The moan of the widow, the child without mirth, — Are these the liest fruits that the ages can bear? Are these Civilization? are these answered prayer? Is all the slow prf)gress of man through the years. All things that are Godlike, all hoping that cheers, — Are these all to vanish 'neath war's awful pall? Will hell's desolation thus swallow up all? We cannot conceive that thus it will be; We believe that God lives and His glory we'll see; We believe the shed blood of the Christ will avail For the sins of mankind, though all else should fail ; We believe that from out this tumult and strife A nobler manhood will spring into life. It requires fierce heat to refine the world's gold, 'Tis only pure metal remains in God's mould. " When the dross of deceit and selfish desire Are purged from mankind in God's testing fire. ijv^ peace that is lasting and sweet may be ours, "^'"'"fe-'Beace. clean and white as the lily's sweet flowers. ri.-7% T Wlmre no man, nor cult, nor nation claims call, ''.in (s'uh sha;ll ■'acknowledge "lis 'God over all." ^ 11^; :i$r- ■NT V' "^. ^Pag^e Tkt^y-three ' '■ \:^ ''.^ 'M^:ft? ^"^ if\-. " t ^^^.. borne ureams or a California Poet DEMOCRACY Strike off the shackles! Free the shives! Avaunt with lords and kings, Who claim from God the heritage That from the people springs. "The war is on I Democracy !" Cry out the world oppressed. •'We'll fight for right with all our might Till victory crown our quest." Unsheath the sword ! Put helmet on I Let speak the mighty gun! For freedom's cause is lost to all Unless the battle's won. No compromise! No half won prize Will pay for blood that's spilled, But liberty for all the world Must come ere war is stilled. Earth's kingdoms shake! Their proud kings quake" And call for help in vain. J Their scepters fall, and over all "- Democracy shall reign. Fight on, ye brave, nor fear the knave Who would your might withstand ! Fight on, till ocean's deep shall lave , On every shore Free Land ! Fight on. till lords of wealth shall bow Before your trenchant steel, And little children shall not starve. Crushed 'neath a tyrant's heel. Till man shall see in fellow-man A brother and a friend, And seek to aid and not destroy, — To love and not offend. Till hands .shall stretch 'cross every sea **^ And clasp from land to land, And envy, hate and jealousy No longer shall command. Then peace shall reign, and o'er the world ^__- One banner we shall see, ^ '' Whose symbol shall forever wave, — ' ' ill's "Tis "World Democracv." \^ ^■Wi^^i->.^ ^; "■■^'S ■^. M *^mii:W^^^m:- :----:--- '^^^^k ^^^^ Page ^irty-fcmr \ Some Dreams of a California Poef SUNSET THOUGHTS I saw the sun in rose-red splendor like a ball of molten ^^ -, gold, Sink beneath the western ocean, all its fabled wealth untold. I saw the after-glow, with beauty, light the somber west- ern sky With such colors none ere painted, though a few essay to try. Slowly then the gray mists darkened, — crimson, gold, and purple hue ^-^C^ Lost their radiance, and the darkness quickly hid them all ''"' from view. So our golden hopes and longings oft are lost ere we surmise ; Let us grasp them, make them ours, ere they sink, no more to rise. iril^l^::^ BUENA VISTA ■'liN East by north from Riverside a rugged hill uprears, — An arm thrown out from higher range that farther east appears. I oft have climbed this rock-strewn hill, and from its modest height Have viewed the valley, stretching far, — a most entranc- ing sight. Flanking close about the base, and reaching out for miles, The orange orchard's green and gold reflect kind nature's smiles. Northward, near a mile, is seen a busy little mart, Where railroad ti'ains are puffing round, impatient for a start. This is the town of Highgrove, where the golden fruit is packed, Which makes the "Gold at rainbow's end" a satisfying fact. Still farther north the orange groves give place to other crops. Until a sharp decline is reached, where vegetation stops. Here, winding like a silver thread, through softly lumi- nous sand, -The Santa Ana river runs, — the life of all the land. i%gh in the mountains, where the snow lies in perennial ' 'shi'ouds. W-^. Page Thirty -five :5ome ureams oi a Calif ornia Poet -4: This never-failing water-course has birth amongst the clouds. Its liquid life is carried far, across the fertile plains, And brings delight to thirsty lands, more sure than God's own rains. And where, in times agone, there stretched an arid tree- ^^f; less waste, The deep-hued green of fruit-filled trees has now this loss replaced. Still further north, beyond the stream, the town of Col- ,-, ton lies. \i.^^ - And farther still, a mountain range towers upward to..^^ the skies. ^ Upon the face of this great range God has a wonder lain,— An Arrow Head, of monstrous size, points downward to the plain. Full many legends cluster round this mammoth pointing dart. ^'^-^ And near its base, in smoking caves, hot springs of water_^^, ■'^ start. ""'Sp^- San Bernardino City lies quite near this awesome place, *^'' And prospers much, no doubt, from fame we to this source can trace. Now. turning eyes toward the v»^est, a similar view obtains, With oranse orchards, river plain, and distant mountain ^ , ,. chains. '•:^^:'f; The Santa Ana. sweeping round in majestic curve, '^"1^^ Is hidden by Mount Rubidoux. where Easter votaries '- 1' serve. Again I turn my eyes, this time to south by west, — A mV §v Some Dreams of a California FV)e ,-. ■■-;£^■US^^.'G*v-■v•■>J.«••i=s^<(..:!t-■S»'li./ THE KAISERLESS KAISER "A kaiserless kaiser and six little sons Desire a good home," so the ad runs. "In some quiet spot and salubrious clime, , ., Where they're privileged to stay for some little time." '.; The kaiserless kaiser and six little sons Have been rudely treated, and even called "Huns" ! Their nerves are quite shattered by what they'e endured. They seek now a place where their ills may be cured. If you know of some place where the rent is not large. And the landlord is gracious, and willing to "charge," Just drop us a line, all on the Q. T., And a kaiserless kaiser soon you may see. The kaiserless kaiser must have a good cook. But no Chinee will do, put that in your book ; Celestial cooks can make mighty fine mince. But they always call Frederick the "Royal Clown Plince." And that, for some reason, makes Frederick mad. Though all must agree the title's not bad, ?''0&^^_ When the kaiserless kaiser was kaiser for sure, He never e'en dreamed what he must now endure; He had a great scheme for the good (?) of mankind. But the whole world was rude, and its people unkind. Instead of accepting his "kultur" and sons To rule all the earth, they called them the "Huns," And told them quite plainly where to "head in," ■Which the kaiser hns done with much of chagrin. And now his own people refuse to "kow-tow," And he's out of a job, he scarce can tell how. So the kaiserless kaiser is seeking a home For himself and six sons, where they need no more i*oam. Responses are coming on most every mail A few I will give and shorten my tale. France has suggested a charming Bastile, While Belgium, more rude, would their death warranty 'ui, seal. England, determined not to be outdone, '^ Suggests a long stay in the Tower of London ; " wiiile Italy, Greece, and our own "Uncle Sam," Each have suggestions which begin with a d ow my own thought I'm determined to tell — •■ve the whole bunch should be sent straight toh — \. •J^Ei^. Page Thirty-nme oome jLyicdiiis ui a ^-dhrornia roci BIRD PHILOSOPHY Thrilling and warbling and singing in glee, The Robin is perched in the old apple tree. The leaves are not started, the earth is still bare, And a sharp twinge of frost is still felt in the air. But careless and free and happy is he, With no thought of tomorrow or what is to be, Just happy, just happy, just happy is he. My life has been burdened with sorrow and care, I've borrowed much trouble, I've learned to despair, O why should this be with you and with me. When Robin's so happy and from all care is free? His God is my God, it surely must be, If He cares for the Robin He cares, too, for me, O Robin, I would be happy like thee! O Robin, dear Robin, the cold night may come. And chill you and freeze you quite stark and quite numb, But never a fear has that brave heart of thine. yo, never a worry should ever be mine. In this we'll agree, just you and just me, We'll keep on a-singing as gay as can be. Regardless of what tomorrow may see. IN LOVING REMEMBRANCE OF "GRANDPA" ALLEN, OF HIGHGROVE, CALIFORNIA When "Grandpa" Allen passed away The little children ceased their play, And mourned with elders on that day. When "Grandpa" Allen passed away. When Comrade Allen mustered out The "Old Boys" marched the solemn route. In love they strewed their flowers about. When "Comrade" Allen mustered out. When "Father" Allen went to sleep, His children o'er his grave did weep, ' And children's children memories keep, When "Father" Allen went to sleep. May this be said of you and me When comes the time to cross death's sea, — Thy heart was kind, v^e all loved thee," — May this be said of you and me. ^lAii r' . ^ *-■*».■ "«g£^ Page Forty i^.^M%^:^ \ Some Dreams of a California Poe *- *>> 1-;; ;^t^4j?- . 65 ijo-. * ■ ■ -.■'■'•"*> THE GARDEN OF LIFE 'Tis a wonderful garden, the garden of life, Though many find it so bare. The scent of the flowers and the lifegiving showers Is ever abroad in the air. There are beautiful flowers in the garden of life, And they nestle secure from view Of the jostling throng that hastens along. With no object except to get through. If we will seach in the garden of life Away from the madd'ning rush, We will find these flowers in beautiful bowers Where the feet of the throng cannot crush. There are Lillies of Hope in the garden of life. And Roses of Love, sweet and pure. There are Pansies of Joy no power can alloy, And Violets of Faith, strong and sure. There are rough, hilly paths in the garden of life. But surely we ought not to complain. The harder the climb, the view more sublime. When the summit at last we attain. mm ^ff^ THE MEANEST MAN "I'll buy no bonds," he said to himself, ^ "While others buy. I'll hoard all my wealth. If I become rich, I must stifle my heart, That rule I'll make plain from the very first start." "There's neighbor Tom Jones, — three boys in the war, — He'd mortgage his soul if he thought it called for, To back up those boys till the war is all through; I've a bright idea what I shall do. "I'll loan neighbor Jones a nice little sum On his house and his lot. the interest will come To double the interest his bonds will bring him, ■« The chance of his paying will prove very slim. "The times are right good for chances like this, I'll keep wide awake, and not many miss. If the war should continue the next year or two, -• I'll have a nice income ere it is through." ^ J^uch traitors deserve the same fate as the Hun, *^*ifeiey shoiild all be shown up to the light of the sun, ^c:xr ,. v^ Pag-e F^t^one / ' , .j. i ^ '- Some Dreams or a ^^aiifornia Poet / REVTfiRi Another autumn leaf has loosed its hold And fluttered solftly down. The years speed by in swift review, And gray my temple's crown. It seems but yesterday to me When life was young and gay, And eons long the time was then Until my next birthday. The grade was ever upward then, I journeyed with a song, The sun shone bright, the birds were gay, And life seemed very long. The morning air was cool and clear And dew was on the grass. The way was steep, but strength of limb Made tiring quickly pass. And as I climbed the rugged steep, The glorious view enhanced, And ever wider, fairer fields. My eager eyes entranced. Ambition stirred with its touch, And hope was very strong. The love of home, and friends, and land, Fast urged my steps along. But quickly, ah, too quickly came, The summit of the hill, And sweeping up from western seas The wind felt dank and chill. A-down the slope I travel now, And swifter grov,s my pace, A year is but a span that ends Ere it has found a place. I soon shall reach the western sea, Where rays of setting sun Send golden beams of softened light Where ends my earthly run. Quite gladly will I then embark Upon the ocean's breast, And calmly lay me down to sleep, Secure, in perfect rest. Shall I awake in other land Beyond the sunlit sea? I cannot doubt, the Christ has proved That such shall truly be. So humbly, and with happy heart, % I wait the crossing time, 'Kiis world is good, but over there 'Twill surely be sublime. ■:mm^i?^ "Mk- l^^ s^^ ^^jj^ t;.^-:ii. C"^ - ,^; Page Forty-two (S°/J "^ " ^''j?0 t / % Some Dreams of a California Poet HATS OrF TO THE OLD VETS ^ I saw them march through the thronging street, fp^- ^" Ca :3ome JL/reams oi a »^aiirornia roet / ■J >f;?'-r, AN EASTER PRAYER Our risen Lord, this Easter moru, We lift our prayers to thee. From sins and sorrows we have borne. We ask thee to be free O grant us now thy mercy Lord, Of worth, we've none to claim, For blessings from thy giving haml. Or honor in thy name. But mercy, gracious Lord, is thine, And thou dost freely give To thirsty lips the draught of life. And drinking thus, we live. O God, we've wandered far from thee I The earth is racked with pain\ Our every breath is misery And hate hath thousands slain O mighty God ! Our risen Lord ! Let now thy trumpet sound. Make all the woi-ld of one accord. And love and truth propound. Let Kaiser, Emperor and Czar, And Presidents and Kings, All hear thy mandate from afar, As loud its music rings. "Peace troubled ones, why do ye slay? Why hate, and swear, and curse? The Lord arose upon this day, Let doubts and fears disperse. "Forget ambition's proud acclaim. Forget your sins and woes. Forget all else save Christ's dear name. And love both friends and foes. O Christ, thy love is all we need. To make the whole world bright. O make of it the fruitful seed. That blossoms into light ■■■'^-^W^K'"'' ur^:^-, iM ,Ji&j:S3 jW^!^M ^ V^.^'^'" ^M^^. %^ *: '■■^'''