©tjems p s 2303 D4 . ^^SltM**, 1.1 )we class 6£_aj&o^ Book ^^%_ Copyright^ copyright DEPOSIT. •Boston Oe Wolfe, Hske &Co. fLIB5*»«*v ->* CONGRESS Two Annies Received SEP 15 1904 Ooovrfjfht Entry CLASS ^XXo.Na ' COPY B ^ <^\ (®p"*J5 kt- li^y8tfeTJ5ke^(Q ITirsl ©ay. A poem every flower is, And every leaf a line, And with delicious memories They fill this heart of mine: No living blossoms are so clear As these dead relics treasured here. Flowers. Second 23ay. HY should we ever weary of this life? Our souls should widen ever, not contract, Grow stronger, and not harder, in the strife, Filling each moment with a noble act. Sonnets. Where is the true man's fatherland? Is it where he by chance is horn? Does not the yearning spirit scorn In such scant borders to be spanned? O, yes! his fatherland must be As the blue heaven wide and free ! Is it alone where freedom is, Where G-od is God and man is man ? Does he not claim a broader i span For the soul's love of home than this? O, yes ! his fatherland must be As the blue heaven wide and free. The Fatherland. Third ©ay. HE sand is so smooth, the yellow sand, That thy keel will not grate as it touches the land All around with a slumberous sound The singing waves slide up the strand, And there, where the smooth, wet pebbles be, The waters gurgle longingly As if they fain would seek the shore, To be at rest from the ceaseless roar, To be at rest forevermore,— Forevermore. Thus on Life's gloomy sea, Heareth the marinere Voices sweet, from far and near, Ever singing in his ear, "Here is rest and peace for thee." ^he Sirens. 'Fourth ©ay, : ^ Our fathers fought for Liberty, They struggled long and well, History of their deeds can tell — But did they leave us free? Are we free from vanity, Free from pride and free from self, Free from love of power and pelf, From everything that's beggarly? Are we free from stubborn will, From low hate and malice small, From Opinion's tyrant thrall? Are none of us our own slaves still? ***** Our fathers fought for liberty, They struggled long and /m well, History of their deeds can tell- But ourselves must set us f re e . Fourth of £July 0de ITiftH 9aq IFT up the curtains of thine eyes And let their light outshine ! Let me adore the mysteries Of those mild orbs of thine, Which ever queenly calm do roll, Attuned to an ordered soul! The night is calm and "beautiful, the snow Sparkles beneath the clear and frosty moon And the cold stars, as if it took delight In its own silent whiteness; the hushed earth Sleeps in the soft arms of the embracing blue, Secure as if angelic squadrons yet Encamped about her, and each watching star Gained double brightness from the flashing arms Of winged and unsleeping sentinels. die St Si?dK ©ay. One by one great drops are falling" Doubtful and slow, Down the pane they are crookedly crawling- And the wind breathes low; Slowly the circles widen on the river, Widen and ming-le, one and all; Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver Struck by the icy rain-drop's fall. JVR. ;>^ ■B " s# Seventh ©ay. ' Violet! sweet violet! Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yet With the thought of other years ? Or with gladness are they full, For the night so beautiful, And longing for those far-off spheres? Loved-one of my youth thou wert, Of my merry youth, And I see, ^ Tearfully, All the fresh and sunny past, All its openness and truth, Ever fresh and green in thee As the moss is in the sea. Song. 4 \ WW Eighth ©ay, NACREOK of the meadow, Drunk with the joy of spring! Beneath the tall pine's voiceful shadow I lie and drink thy jargoning: My soul is full with melodies, One drop would overflow it, And send the tears into mine eyes — But what car' st thou to know it? The JSoboIink. Tis good to he abroad in the sun, His gifts abide when day is done; Each thing in nature from his cup Gathers a several virtue up; The grace within its being's reach Becomes the nutriment of each, And the same life imbibed by all Makes each most individual. &ut of ®oors. IKiatH 9ay. There's a haven of sure rest From the loud world's bewildering stress, As a bird dreaming on her nest, As dew hid in a rose's breast, As Hesper in the glowing West; So the heart sleeps In thy calm deeps, Serene Forgetfulness ! Forget fulness. Tenth 9aH- OOD were the days of yore when men were tried. By ring of shields, as now by ring of gold. But, while the gods are left, and hearts of men, And the free ocean, still the days are good; Through the broad Earth roams Opportunity And knocks at every door of hut or hall Until she finds the brave soul that she wants! JHfakon's Lay. True Love is but a hum Die, low-born thing, And has its food served up in earthen ware; It is a thing to walk with, hand in hand, Through the every-dayness of this work-day world, Baring its tender feet to every roughness, Yet letting not one heart-beat go astray From Beauty's law of plainness and content, A simple, fireside thing, whose quiet smile Can warm earth's poorest hovel to a home. Love. JLleventH 23ay. And yet— and yet— O selfish love! I am not happy even with thee; I see thee in thy "brightness move, And cannot well contented be, Save thou should'st shine alone for me. Something dZatural. And Love is gone;— I have seen him come, I have seen him, too, depart, Leaving desolate his home, His bright home in my heart. I am alone ! The departed. Twelfth 9ay. TO tlie sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night! Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow! Into the starlight, Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day. Glorious fountain! Let my heart he Fresh, changeful, constant, Upward like thee! The Fountain. Xairteeath 23ay What dotli the poor man's son inherit? Stout muscles and a sinewy heart; A hardy frame, a hardier spirit; King of two hands, he does his part In every useful toil and art; A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee. Thejieritage. rourteeath iBay, AIR as a single star thou shinest, And white as lilies are, The slender hands wherewith thou twinest Thy heavy auburn hair; Thou art to me A memory Of all that is divinest. Farewell. * * * The soul, for sunshine made, Grows wan and gracile in the shade, Her faculties, which God decreed Various as Summer's daedal breed, With one sad color are imbued, Shut from the sun that tints their blood. Out of Qboors. Why mourn we for the golden prime When our young souls were kingly, strong and true? The soul is greater than all time, It changes not, but yet is ever new. Sphinx. pifteeatK ©ay, E seemed a cherub who had lost his way And wandered hither, so his stay With ns was short, and 't was most meet That he should be no delver in earth's clod ]STor need to pause and cleanse his feet To stand before his God: O blest word — Evermore! Threnodia. Her's is a spirit deep, and crystal-clear, Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies, Free without boldness, meek without a fear, Quicker to look than speak its sympathies ; For down into her large and patient eyes I gaze, deep drinking- of the infinite; As, in the mid-watch of a clear, still night, I look into the fathomless blue skies. ^OipcteeatK A little of thy steadfastness, Rounded with leafy gracefulness, Old oak, give me,— That the world's blasts may round me blow, And I yield gently to and fro, While my stout-hearted trunk below And firm-set roots unshaken be. The JBeggat IDevertteeath ©ay. OMETIMES she dons a robe of green, Sometimes a robe of snowy white, But, in whatever garb she's seen It seems most beautiful and right, And is the loveliest to my sight. The Lover. There is not in this life of ours One bliss unmixed with fears, The hope that wakes our deepest powers A face of sadness wears, And the dew that showers our dearest flowers Is the bitter dew of tears. Yet would the true soul rather choose Its home where sorrow is, Than in a sated peace to lose Its life's supremest bliss — The rainbow hues that bend profuse O'er cloudy spheres like this. in Sadness. ^eighteenth ©ay. And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. The Vision of Sir La unfa I. i ' -? i - iF'- : - -'■'■ JXiaeteerith x^ay. OW is tlie high-tide of the year, And whatever of life has eh bed away Comes flooding- hack with a ripply cheer, Into every hare inlet, and creek, and hay; Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green ; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell. The Vision of Sir Launfal. What heed I if the sky be blue? So are thy holy eyes, And bright with shadows ever new Of changeful sympathies, Which in thy soul's unruffled deep Rest evermore, but never sleep. Twentieth ©a 3 . Knowledge doth only widen love; The stream, that lone and narrow rose, Doth, deepening ever, onward move, And with an even current flows Calmer and calmer to the close. Love's oAliar. Yet bracing up our bruised mail the while, And fronting the old foe with fresher spirit. How great it is to breathe with human breath, To be but poor foot-soldiers in the ranks Of our old exiled king, Humanity Encamping after every hard-won field Nearer and near Heaven's happy plains. du ew &tear s Twenty =first ©ay. Th I see, O more my spirit can be shaken From its calm and kingly rest! Love hath shed its light around me, Love hath pierced the shades that bound me; Mine eyes are opened, I can see The universe's mystery, e mighty heart and core Of After and Before and I am weak no more! JBellercphan. To write some earnest verse or line, Which, seeking" not the praise of art, Shall make a clearer faith and manhood shine In the untutored heart. He who doth this, in verse or prose, May be forgotten in his day, But surely shall be crowned at last with those Who live and speak for aye. <>An Incident in a Railroad (Bar. 'Twenty =second ©euj- Gentle, Lady, be thy sleeping-, Peaceful may thy dreamings be, While around thy / soul is sweeping, Dreamy- winged, our \ s~**J melody, 7\ C ^ Chant we, Brothers, \J sad and slow, Let our song be soft and low As the voice of other years. Vhe Serenade. Xweatij -third ©ay. EAUTY is Love and what we love Straightway is beautiful, So is the circle round and full, And so dear Love doth live and move And have his being-. JBellerophon. God bless the Present! it is ALL; It has been Future, and it shall be Past; Awake and live! thy strength recall, And in one trinity unite them fast. Sphinx. G-o little book! the world is wide, There's room and verge enough for thee; For thou hast learned that only pride Lacketh fit opportunity, Which comes unbid to modesty. Soe, Little J3oo/ce. Twenty -fourth ©ay. God scatters love on every side Freely among his children all And always hearts are lying open wide, Wherein some grains may fall. There is no wind but soweth seeds Of a more true and open life, Which burst, unlooked-for, into high-souled deeds, With wayside beauty rife. oAn incident in a Railroad (Bar ^3? Tw-erity-fiftH ©ay. NE seed contains another seed, And that a third, and so forever more; And promise of as great a deed Lies folded in the deed that went before. Sphinx. The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings ; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest- In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best. . The Vision of Sir haunfal. Twenty =3i?ciH 9ay. Now in a fairy "boat, On the bright waves of song, -v^. Full merrily I float, Merrily float along ; My helm is veered, I care not how, T'My white sail bellies over me, And bright as gold the ripples be That splash beneath the bow; Before, behind, They feel the wind And they are dancing joyously. ffluaic xweaiy-severith ©ay. Out on it! no foolish pining For the sky Dims thine eye, Or for the stars so calmly shining; Like thee, let this sonl of mine Take hue from that wherefor I long, Self-stayed and high, serene and strong, Not satisfied with hoping — hut divine. Violet ! dear violet ! Thy blue eyes are only wet With joy and love of him who sent thee, And for the fulfilling sense Of that glad obedience Which made thee all that Nature meant thee ! Song. Tweatij-eigKtK ©ay. USSSING she is : God made her so, And deeds of week-day holiness Fall from her noiseless as the snow, For hath she ever chanced to know That aught were easier than to bless. My Love. I know a falcon swift and peerless As e'er was cradled in the pine; No "bird had ever eye so fearless, Or wings so strong as this of mine. Let fraud and wrong and baseness shiver, For still between them and the sky The falcon Truth hangs poised forever And marks them with his vengeful eye. The Falcon. Xweaty=airttK ©ay. The thousand little things that love doth treasure up for aye, And brood upon with moistened eyes when she that's loved's away, The word, the look, the smile, the blush, the ribbon that she wore, ach day they grow more dear to me, and pain me more and more. Song. I love thee for that thou art fair; And that thy spirit joys in aught Createth a new beauty there, With thine own dearest image fraught; And love, for others' sake that springs, Gives half their charm to lovely things. impartiality. Thirtieth 9atj. IPS may fade and roses wither, All sweet times be o'er— They only smile, and, murmuring " Thither!" Stay with us no more: And yet ofttimes a look or smile, Forgotten in a kiss's while, Years after from the dark will start, And flash across the trembling 1 heart. The Token. Thou mad'st me happy with thine eyes, And happy with thine open smile, And, as I write, sweet memories Come thronging round me all the while ; Thou mad'st me happy with thine eyes — And gentle feelings long forgot Looked up and oped their eyes, Like violets when they see a spot Of summer in the skies. To S. W 8. ^Hirt^first 9ay. EAVEN help me! how could. I forget To beg- of thee, dear violet! Some of thy modesty, That blossoms here as well unseen, As if before the world thou'dst been, O, give, to strengthen me. I 1 he JBeggar. Thine is music such as yields Feelings of old brooks and fields, And around this pent-up room, Sheds a woodland, free perfume,: O, thus forever sing to me ! O, thUS forever! To^perdita, Singing. O wild and wondrous midnight, There is a might in thee To make the charmed body Almost like spirit be, And give it some faint glimpses Of immortality ! Midnight sep 15 saw