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 Elysia 
 
 Bi; William C. Washington 
 
 Author "Baroness De Vaughn;" Former Manager, The Brooklyn 
 Globe and The Brooklyn Star 
 
 
 FIRST EDITION 
 1919 
 
 Price $1.35 
 
 Press of The Sf. Louis Argus 
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 PREFACE 
 
 It would be superflous for inc to admit t'.Ht miicti of 
 our best English poetry lies beyond the iniaginaii*- reach of 
 many reders, because of his or her unfamiliarity with the 
 common places of literary allusion, reference and traditioij 
 And as such common-places are more frequently recurrent 
 in the literature of myth than in any other literature, at 
 the request of my literary correspondent, a Miss H. A. J., 
 of Portland, Oregon. 
 
 I endeavored to so utilize my spare moments these 
 last two mouths, that even individuals of the humblest 
 homes in the sandy deserts of Africa, groping blindly in the 
 dark, might justly receive the benefit of my labor as well as 
 the enlightened here, and others among us who are becoming 
 blinded by the searchlight of civilization. 
 
 — (xVuthor) William C. Washington. 
 
 Gift 
 Autbor 
 
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INTRODUCTION 
 
 The world is now entering upon the most significant ep- 
 och of its history. The age of enlightment and civilization. 
 Countless agencies have been employed to meet the demands 
 of this new era of intellectualism and more agencies need be 
 instituted that will tend to enlighten the masses, that are 
 neither benetirred by our in-eseut system of education in 
 ward 01" grade school, higli school or college. 
 
 First, because either inclination or circumstances de- 
 prive them the opportunity of a throuj.,'i education, not- 
 withstanding the fact night schools are frequented by thou 
 sands of students from the masses ; these night schools 
 advocating the importance of increased attention to the 
 modern languages, and the natural sciences fail to enrich 
 their students with the rich treasures of Greek and Latin 
 classics, through a combined process of translation and 
 narration, therefore generation after generation live and die 
 without at least endeavoring to institute among the masses 
 that means of discipline which exerts a humanizing influ- 
 ence over its adhearers, as well as presents in embryo the 
 flower which now blossoms in the light of civilization. For 
 without the beneficent infiuences of Greece and Rome, what 
 is state or statesmanship, legislation or law, society or man- 
 ners, philosophy, religion, literature or art, or even what is 
 
 It remains with you to decide as to whether you wish 
 to intelligently keep pace with the marvelous wonders of the 
 inventive Twentieth Century, noting the rapidity and cer- 
 tainty with which it strides, hoping to perfect mankind, or 
 rather linger in those forgotten paths of ignorance and de- 
 pravity, which would afford unfit hermitige for prehistoric 
 man. The press which awoke from the torpor of the 18th 
 Century may be used by all while it remains under the in- 
 fluence of our devotion, books, magazines, manuscripts, 
 newspapers and periodicals, through their incongruous ven- 
 ture, through the wilderness of fiame and famine may hope 
 to erect in the hearts of their readers those emoluments of 
 fame, which will give rise to those lofty principles, which 
 approach those standards of honesty and entegrity which 
 emulates highest citizenship. Other writers having shown 
 indifference along these lines, more eminent than myself — 
 ii is my intention to offer this book as an initial sentinel in 
 the imaginative field of Greek and Latin classics without 
 plunging its readers into the depths of technical discussion. 
 
 A special department of the succeeding volumes will be 
 devoted to research and historical events of the past, the 
 present and the future, not far distant. These series of 
 books to be instituted for the benefit of the masses will be 
 designed also to become the champion of progi-ess, for hu- 
 manity at large, with the hope of the support of every loyal 
 suporter of uprising humanity. The primary object of these 
 books will be to present to the masses the interesting side 
 of every available agent pertaining to human progress. The 
 secondary object will be to bring the masses closer to the 
 school. For they are the bridge builders, the cable layers, 
 
the mountain timnelers, the coal miners, butchers, skilled 
 and common laborers, farmers, mechanics and even book- 
 keepers. 
 
 First, because those versed in science are often deprived 
 of the wealth of the great store of literature and those de- 
 prived of the advantage of a thorough education, can intel- 
 ligently conceive of some of the great wonders conveyed to 
 them through this medium of success, and those who are 
 benefitted may teach others some of the great lessons which 
 book nature affords. New devolpments are hourly under- 
 gone in private laboratories and public factories and it will 
 be the purpose of my associates as w^ell as myself to draw 
 upon the world for contributions to our storehouses of in- 
 formation. The proper work for my associates will be to 
 present the first knowledge of these developments in a most 
 interesting and fascinating manner. 
 
 William C. Washington, 
 
 Former student, Sumner High School, St. Louis, Mo. 
 Former manager of the Brooklyn Globe, of the Washington, 
 Rhodes Arthur Publishing Co., Brooklyn, 111., Associate edi- 
 tor of The Brooklyn Star, Playwright, Negro Poet and 
 Author. 
 
 SEPTEMBER 
 
MOMENTS in ELYSIA 
 
 THE MUSE OF PROSERPINE. 
 
 Maiden sings as she sliips over mountains near Aegean 
 Sea, and is captured by Hostages in world war 
 
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 Listen to the mourning winds 
 
 Mourning winds how they wliine 
 
 They bring cliimes of jollity in their tones 
 
 They sing of sweet adversity in their moans 
 
 They embrace the Heavens Fair 
 
 As they float thru the balmy air 
 
 And the earth fairly trembles as they blow 
 
 Amid he storms of trickling rain and snow. 
 
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 Now they bow he stately gropes 
 As they whisper to earth's loves 
 On either mount, plateau or plain 
 Mid thunderstorms that threaten earth in vain 
 Listen to the mournful bi-eeze 
 As it rustles thru the trees 
 Disturbing skylark as well as whip-poor-will 
 As they slidingly glide o'er the hill 
 Scattering flowers here and there 
 In the refreshing morning air. 
 Rousing here and there a Cricke 
 As it windeth thru the thicket 
 To our house pleasant, Homes pleasant homes 
 Where the god of pleasure comes 
 Bringing joy to all the county 
 With the abundance of his bounty 
 Then the winds begin to whisper , 
 
 To the encircling bells of Vesper 
 Amid the inhabitants of earth. 
 We have invaded homes and hearts of mirth. 
 Homes and hearts that are purer than dripping snow, 
 .\nd more chrysallant than any brooks that flow. 
 
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 Listen to the parting whines of the winds 
 As they triumphantly fly o'er the lea 
 On the consecrated wings of destiny, 
 Disturbing here and there a curl 
 Of some little happy smiling girl 
 
Ou her way home from phiy 
 
 As the winds record the triumph of the day, 
 
 And they musingly pass on away. 
 
 The Muse Of Proserpine 
 
 They wove briglit stories in the days of old, 
 When reason borrowed fancies fabled wings ; 
 And truth's pure river flowed o'er sands of gold. 
 
 And told in song its high and mystic things. 
 
 And such the sweet and solemn tale of her 
 
 The pilgrim's heart to whom a dream was given. 
 
 That led her through the world loves worshipper. 
 
 To seek on earth, for her whose home was heaven. 
 
 In the Fall City, by the haunted fount, 
 
 Through the dim grottos tracery of spars 
 
 Mid the pine temples on the moonlit monut. 
 
 Where silence sits to listen to the stars. 
 
 In the deep glades where dwells the brooding doves. 
 
 The painted valley and the scented air. 
 
 She heard far echoes of the voice of love 
 
 And found his footsteps traces everywhere 
 
 But never more they met since doubts and fears 
 
 Those phantom shapes that haunt and blight the earth 
 
 Had come through her a child of sin and tears 
 
 And that bright shape of immortal Birth 
 
 Until her pinnig soul and weeping eyes 
 
 Had learned to seek him only in the skies 
 
 Until wings unto the weary heart were given 
 
 And she became loves Angel bride in Heaven 
 
 — T. K. Hervey. 
 
 O Goddess hear these tuneful numbers wrung 
 By sweet enforcements and remembrance dear 
 And pardon that thy secrets should be sung 
 
 Even into thine own soft couched ear. 
 
 Sure I dreamt today or did I see 
 
 The winged Physche with awakened eye 
 
 And on the sudden fainting with surprise 
 
 Saw two fair creatures couched side by side 
 
 In deepest grass beneath the whispering roof 
 
 Of leaves and tumbled blossoms where have ran 
 
 A brooklet scarce espied 
 
 Mid hushed cool rooted flowers fragranteyed 
 
 Blue silver white and budded Tyriian 
 
 They lay calm breathing on the bedded grass 
 
 Their arms embraced and their pinions too 
 
 Of paled mouthed Prophet dreaming 
 
 O brightest though too late for antique vows 
 
 Too late for the fond believing lyre 
 
 When holy were the haunted forest boughs 
 
 Holy the air the water and the fire 
 
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Yet even in these days so far returned 
 
 From liappy pieties thy lucent fans 
 
 Fluttering amid the faint Olympians 
 
 I see and sing by mine own eyes inspired 
 
 So let me be thy choir and make a moan 
 
 Upon the midnight hour 
 
 Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense svpeet 
 
 From winged censor teeming 
 
 Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat, 
 
 Of pale mouthed Prophetic Dreaming 
 
 Yes, I will be thy Priest, and build a fain 
 
 In some untrodden region of my mind 
 
 Where branched thoughts now grown with pleasant pain 
 
 Their lips touched not but had not bade adieu 
 
 As if disjoined with half handed slumber 
 
 And ready still past kisses to outnumber 
 
 At tender eye dawn of Aurorean Love 
 
 The winged bay I knew 
 
 But who wast thou O happy love 
 
 His Physche true 
 
 O latest born and lovliest vision far 
 
 Of all Olympians faded hierarchy 
 
 Fairer than Phoebes sapphire regioned star 
 
 Or Vesper amorous glow worn of the sky 
 
 Fairer than these though temple thou hast none 
 
 Nor altar heaped with flowers 
 
 Nor virgin choir to make delicious moan 
 
 Upon the midnight hour 
 
 Mo voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet 
 
 From chain swung censor teaming 
 
 No shrine, no grave, no oracle to heat 
 
 Of Pale Prophetic dreaming 
 
 Instead of Pines shall murmur in the wind 
 
 Far, far around shall those dark clustered trees 
 
 Fledge the wild ridge mountain steep by steep 
 
 And there by Zephyrs streams and birds and bees 
 
 The moss lain Dryads shall be lulled to sleep 
 
 And the midst of this wide quietness 
 
 A rosv sanctuary will I dress 
 
 With the wreathed trellis of a working bram 
 
 With buds and bells and stars without a name 
 
 With all the gardner fancy e'er could fain 
 
 Who breeding flowers could never breed the same 
 
 And there shall be for thee all soft delight 
 
 That shadowy thought can win 
 
 \ bright torch and a casement ope at night 
 
 To let the war love in _ ^^ 
 
 SONG OF PROSERPINE WHILE GATHERING FLOW- 
 ERS ON THE PLAIN OF ENNO 
 
 Sacred Godddess, mther of Earth 
 
 Thou from whose immortal bosom, , 
 
 Gods and men and beasts have birth. 
 
Leaf aud blade and bud aud blossom, 
 Breathe tliiiie influence most di\'ine 
 On tliine own child Proserpine. 
 
 If with mists of evening dew 
 Thou dost nourish these young flowers 
 Till the ygrow in scent and hue 
 Fairest children of the hours, 
 Breathe thine influence most divine 
 On thine own child, Proserpine. 
 
 Here life has death for neighbor, 
 And for from eye or ears, 
 Won waves and wet winds labor 
 Weak ships and spirits steer, 
 They drive adrift and whither 
 They wot not who make thither ; 
 But no such winds blow hither. 
 And no such things grow here. , 
 No growth of moor or coppice, 
 heather flower or Aine 
 But bloomless buds of poppies 
 Green grapes of Proserpine, 
 Pale beds of blowing rushes, 
 •Where no leaf bloom or blushes ' 
 Save this whereout she crushes 
 For dead men deadly wine. 
 
 Pale beyond porch and portal 
 
 Crowned with calm leaves she stands 
 
 Who gathers all things mortal 
 
 With cold immortal hands ; 
 
 Her languid lips are sweeter 
 
 Than love's who fears to greet her. 
 
 To men that mix and meet her. 
 
 From many times and lands. 
 
 She waits for each and other, 
 
 She waits for all men born. 
 
 Forgets the earth her mother 
 
 The life of fruits and corn 
 
 And spring and seed and swallow 
 
 Take wings for her and follow 
 
 Where Summer song rings hallow, 
 
 And flowers are put to scorn. 
 
 We are not sure of sorrow. 
 
 And joy was never sure ; 
 
 Today will die tomorrow. 
 
 Time stoops to no man lure ; 
 
 And love grown faint and fretful. 
 
 With lips but half regretful 
 
 Sighs, and with eyes forgetful 
 
 Weeps that no love endures. 
 
 From too much love of living, 
 
 From hope and fear set free, 
 
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We thank with brief thanksgiving 
 Whatever gods may be 
 Tliat no life lives forever ; , 
 That dead men rise up never ; 
 That even the weariest river 
 Winds somewhere safe to sea. 
 
 Then star and sun shall waken 
 
 Nor any charge of light 
 
 Nor sound of water shaken 
 
 Nor any sound or sight 
 
 Nor wintry leaves nor vernal 
 
 Nor days nor things divinal 
 
 Only the sleep eternal 
 
 In an eternal night. 
 
 I pick the flowers that Proerpine let fall, 
 
 Sung thru the world by every honeyed muse: 
 
 Wild morning glories, daises waving tall 
 
 At every step in something new to choose. 
 
 And oft I stop and gaze 
 
 Upon the flowery maze 
 
 By yonder cypresses on that soft rise 
 
 Scarce seen thru poppies and the knee deep wheat. 
 
 Into the dark cleft whereon her came the fleet 
 
 Thunder-black horses and the cloud surprise 
 
 And he who filled the place 
 
 Did marigolds bright as these gilding the mist, 
 
 Dropt from he rmaiden zone? Wert thou last kissed, 
 
 Pale Hyacynth, last seen, before his face? 
 
 On whence has silence stolen on all things here, 
 Where every sight makes music to the eye? 
 Thru all one unison is singing clear 
 All sound, all colors in one rapture die 
 Breathe slow, O heart, breathe slow ! 
 
 presence from below 
 
 Moves towards the breathing world from that dark deep. 
 
 Whereof men fabling tales tell what no man knows, 
 
 When earth lies stark in her titanic sleep 
 
 And doth with cold expire 
 
 He brings thee all, O maiden flower of earth 
 
 Her child in whom all nature comes to birth, 
 
 Thee the fruitition of all dark desire. 
 
 A Proserpine, dream not that thou art gone 
 
 Far from our loves half human half divine ; 
 
 Thou hast a holier adoration won, 
 
 In many a heart that worships at no shrine. 
 
 Where light and warmth behold me 
 And flower and wheat enfold me 
 
 1 lift a dearer prayer than all prayers past 
 
 He who so loved thee that the live earth clove 
 Before his pathway into light and love 
 
Aud took thy full bosom 
 
 Shall every blossom call, 
 
 Lover the most of what is most our own 
 
 The mightiest lover that the world has known. . 
 
 Dark lover death, — was he not beautiful 
 
 Wil thou sing of Roman Virgil 
 
 Whispered voices in mournful tune 
 
 More yet sobbed the frightened maiden 
 
 Saying this the maiden swoons. 
 
 A priest in their midst stabs her 
 
 As she sorrows on that eventful day. 
 
 The fii'es that in my bosom ease 
 
 Can't be suppressed till death. 
 
 Me earth no longer satisfies 
 
 Lest God return her breath 
 
 Vengeance upon that wicked priest 
 
 That blamed accursed knave 
 
 Who doubly wronged the poor deceased 
 
 And drove her to her grave. 
 
 Prologue To The Communion Of The Shades 
 
 One unknown Priest of Shades among the living 
 
 In .shades communion asks with brief thanksgiving 
 
 Of Prometheus, enriched with myths of varied lore 
 
 To open once and for all times the door 
 
 Of vast eternity, shut to the living eyes 
 
 Of those unwilling to .seek their wisdom from the skies 
 
 The winds, the flowers, the vegetable and rain 
 
 The fowls of the air, the fish, the fields of grain 
 
 The fragrant meadow, the sylvan brooks, which flow 
 
 Thru lonely dales, the hail, the sleet and snow, 
 
 The soft dewdops, herbs, the mists of fog, the poor dumb 
 
 brutes, 
 The plateaus, mountains, canyons, all Heaven's attributes, 
 The clouds, the the stars, the skies, the mighty Sun, 
 The sands of the seas, the peeble, the grasshopper, the moon 
 Mouarchs, sovereigns, presidents of democracies, unionists, 
 Parties, Republican, Democratic, Socialists and Prohibition- 
 ists, 
 Evangelists, Suffragettes, Educators, Preachers, Sons of toil 
 Honest laborers, lodgemen, righteous business men, tillers 
 
 of the soil, 
 Kingdoms, monarchies, archipelligoes, republics and democ- 
 racies, 
 Parliments, comminiques, senates, rheigstags and prophecies 
 irieformers in church and state, with purpose manifold, 
 To aid the suffering transfixed to a cross of gold 
 Might well be used to banish earth's present moan, 
 Jf within men's hearts the seeds of love are strewn 
 Then the Negro, Pole, Armenian and Jew oppressed 
 "Will take his place on earth beside the rest 
 'Till then, O nations, will ye live in strife 
 And your deeds will haunt you still in after life 
 Because the light of heaven fair above, 
 
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Hath taught mankind God is the God of love. 
 
 A learned man dear to each Brooklynite's heart 
 
 Former pastor of F. C. B. Church, well versed in science, 
 
 literature and art, 
 In myth departed light, but everlasting friend, 
 Among the Shades will study the hearts of men. 
 Dr. Bohanan. 
 
 Chaos springs from the hand of Time 
 Night and mist enshrine tlie firery cline 
 Around the central firery air the mist 
 Rapidly rotates and in halves splits, 
 One form the Heavens the other the Earth 
 The central speck gives love in birth 
 The castellations of the stars 
 Happened to bless the sons of Mars 
 Whose existence in a speck of time. 
 Was potential, though nevertheless sublime 
 Erebus from the darkness leaps, 
 
 Plains, fertile fields, the sea plants and animals creep 
 From mother Earth, Erebus and night 
 In wedlock give birth to day and light 
 Uranus the heavens personified 
 Takes Gala he Earth for his sweet bride. 
 From their union issue Hecatonchires, Titans and Cyclops 
 
 spring 
 Who defy the Gods of Olympus and Uranus. 
 
 The Titans, investigators of hate and strife 
 
 Despised Uranus but loved his wife. 
 
 The Cyclops with thunderbolt, lightening flash and rolling 
 
 thunder 
 With the Hecatonchires attempt to tear Uranus kingdom 
 
 asunder 
 Uranus despising the monsters day of birth 
 Thrust them into Tartarus, the profound abysm of Earth, 
 Indignant Gala summons the Titans bold 
 To drive Uranus from the godly fold 
 Cronus the craft, hears his mothers plea 
 And with cycle mutiliates Uranus dreadfully. 
 From the blood of Uranus into being furies appear 
 Grants Melic nymphs and invidious maidens of the ashen 
 
 sphere 
 Thus Heaven and Earth are ruled for ages unknown 
 By Cronus of Rhea who usurps Olympus throne 
 Cronus learning that he would be dethroned 
 By a favored olfsring of his own 
 Looked upon his babes with scorn 
 And began to eat them Avheu they were born. 
 To save the heir to' Olympus throne 
 In swaddling clothes Rhea wraps a stone 
 And to make her conquest quite complete. 
 Conceals Zeus the rescued infant on the Isle of Crete 
 Nutured by the nymphs Ida and Adrastes 
 Fed on the milk of the goat Amalthea 
 Thru the good hand of destiny 
 
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Jupiter attains in due time maturity 
 
 Tliree daugliters, Vesta, Ceres and Juno were born 
 
 To Cronus and Rliea also tlie sons, Pluto and Poseidon 
 
 Thus Jupiter bis majority attains 
 
 And with his host Mt. Olympus gains 
 
 'Gainst him Cronus, lapetus and all the Titans stood 
 
 Save Oceanus as Arm as Birnham wood 
 
 In the balance for ages wavered victory 
 
 Until thru his wise Goes trickery 
 
 Are loosed the Cyclops of Hecatonchires 
 
 Who thru thunders, lightenings, earthquakes and fires 
 
 Aids Jupiter blind the Titans brave 
 
 Whom the Hecatonchires fetter in Tartarus yawning cave. 
 
 But good Promethus son of the Titan bold 
 
 Espoused Joves cause, though lapelus his father, sold 
 
 His freedom and sought the dark confines 
 
 Of Tartarus where oblivion combines 
 
 With perpetual darkness and Jupiter prevents 
 
 The silent enttry of solace and content 
 
 To that abyssmal realm and thus Prometheus 
 
 With prophetic wisdom and reverence to Pan 
 
 Submits his existence to the championship of man. 
 
 Upon the Aarious animals Epimelteus combines 
 
 Strength, swiftness, sagacity and thus enshrines 
 
 One with wing the other with shell or claws 
 
 Which to this day conform to nature's laws 
 
 While good Promethus kneading with water, earth 
 
 In upright stature of the image of God bring forth 
 
 At the chariot of the sun his torch doth light 
 
 A man — ascends to heaven in his certain flight 
 
 For man's possession brings down fire 
 
 And with grim satisfaction to satiate desire 
 
 That the highest development in commerce, science and art 
 
 may acquire 
 As well as Earth's secrets and treasures the man of the 
 
 hour 
 Alas the thunder ceases to roll 
 And comes the pleasant age of gold 
 The rivers flow with milk and wine 
 And yellow honey flow from oak and pine 
 Flowers spring up without seed 
 Man is known by honest deed 
 Without dungeon, cave or jail 
 In this age doth truth and right prevail. 
 Farmer neither plowed nor sowed 
 But provisions in abundance flowed 
 Locusts honey and broad fruit trees 
 Are as abundant as a nest of bees 
 Groves of bananas, oranges, figs and dates 
 Are given each man by the Fates 
 Fruits and nuts of every kind 
 Men can in their own orchards find. 
 There is no need of slaughtered flock 
 And seldom any need to cook, 
 Man and beast sleep side by side 
 
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And neither sleep dissatisfied. 
 
 The golden age by fate is blessed 
 
 With innocence and happiness 
 
 Forests are not of timber stripped 
 
 For now man hath no need for ship 
 
 Those men of honor and renown 
 
 Reared no fortifications around their town. 
 
 Honey bees hum and birdies sing 
 
 And man enjoys perpetual Spring 
 
 Their death is but a pleasant dream 
 
 Which winds bear from Arethusas stream. 
 
 Thu comes the age of silver bright 
 
 For every dame a gallant knight 
 
 Men readily begin to reason 
 
 The years are divided into seasons 
 
 Men live in caves and huts of twigs 
 
 They live no more on dates and figs 
 
 They suffer no extremes of heat and cold 
 
 Crops only grow by their planting 
 
 They lived by farming, fishing and hunting. 
 
 To them was quite imknown 'til now 
 
 The duty of man, of ox and plow 
 
 For the bewitching evil by the gods was planned 
 
 And given as a gift to man. 
 
 For Pandora is to Epimetheus given 
 
 By a vision of the gods of heaven 
 
 One gives her beauty one persuasive charm, 
 
 One music which doth all hearts alarm. 
 
 Epimetheus adores his precious gift 
 
 And lets his thoughts toward pleasure drift 
 
 Prometheus hades his brother Epimetheus beware 
 
 Of Jupiter and all his snares 
 
 Within Pandora's hand did Jupiter place 
 
 A petulant god forbidden vase 
 
 And bade Pandora to keep closed 
 
 The vase from which all misery flows. 
 
 Wishing to know the secret of Jove's plans 
 
 She loosed the plagues of hapless man 
 
 When she coyly the vase did ope, 
 
 And left remaining in casket only hope 
 
 Prometheus unselfish devotion to the cause of saan 
 
 Aroused the indignation of universal Pan 
 Who strove to humble the Titans pride 
 That the wishes of the gods defied 
 By providing vulture, rock and chain 
 As instruments of the Titans pai-P 
 
 O Titan, who for man's cause has striven 
 Against the immortal gods of heaven 
 There flies within the realms of time 
 Some few who grasp thy gift sublime 
 Who ever kindle sparkling fire 
 
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Thou gav'st man by constant desire 
 
 To lead to liglit and to illumimie. 
 
 In the nocturnal chasms of Plutonic gloom 
 
 By means of thine e'er illuminating spark 
 
 Generations that blindly grope in the dark 
 
 Who forthwith sets from vulture free 
 
 Thou Prometheus the moment thy light they see. 
 
 Strife of arms and savage temper 
 
 Did both in the brazen age enter 
 
 After it comes the age of iron 
 
 Whereupon tyrants wear monarchs' crown 
 
 War at home and abroad is rife 
 
 Monarchies are are ungulfed in strife 
 
 Truth, modesty and honor flee 
 
 And the earth graons with agony. 
 
 Men against Olympus stand 
 
 And blood runs like water in the land 
 
 The last to abandon earth is Astraea 
 
 The goddess of innocence and purity. 
 
 Burning with anger the mighty Jove 
 
 Summons to council, the gods, above 
 
 In obedience to the master of Olympus call 
 
 The gods repair to heaven one and all. 
 
 A supreme order to the gods is given 
 
 To trvel the milky way to the place of heaven 
 
 There he first expressed his desire 
 
 Of destroying the earth by living fire 
 
 But fearing the heavens he might inflame 
 
 He pours out waters upon hill and plain, 
 
 And summons the waters of Poseidon 
 
 To aid him drown out accursed man 
 
 Because of crime and spilling of guileless blood 
 
 Soon the earth is engulfed in a complete flood. 
 
 The waves are o'er-topped by Mt. Parnassus alone 
 
 Where fled Pyrra daughter of Promethesian Deucalion 
 
 Who in obedience to the gods were quickly thrown 
 
 The new born race in the form of stone. 
 
 The hero Hellen, son of Pyrra and Deucalion 
 
 Becomes ancestor of the Hellenes the Aeolians and Dorians 
 
 From the union of Aeolian and Dorus spring 
 
 From his son Xuthus the Achaeans and lonains derive 
 
 origin 
 From Pelagus, son of Phoroneus of Argos comes 
 The grandsons of River god Inachus witli Peloponnesan 
 
 homes 
 Next comes Perseus of Argos and his good son Hercules 
 Who from the vulture the noble Prometheus frees 
 Within whose mouth doth mortal author place, 
 Which in a single stroke would unfetter the human race. 
 The Hypoboreans dwelt in bliss without an earthly king 
 And enjoyed from the gods perpetual spring 
 Inaccessible was their country by land or sea. 
 They lived exempt from old age, disease and misery. 
 
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Blessed with immortal bliss and mirth, 
 
 Dwell Etheopians on the southside of the Earth 
 
 They dance and play near the ocean stream, 
 
 By the ocean stream on the Elysian plains 
 
 Are heard the Ethiopians martial strains 
 
 Their flasks are partaken of by the immortal gods 
 
 Who leave at times their Olympian abodes 
 
 To watch the chase of Arethusa or Elis, 
 
 Then feast with the sons of immortal bliss 
 
 From whence the sun-god takes his flight 
 
 To engulf the universe in light 
 
 Giving gods and mortals a day of gold 
 
 Ere his course is run to the ocean fold. 
 
 Thus ends the tale of Dr. Bohanan, 
 
 Who got his wisdom from tthe Sun. 
 
 Slowly old Cydippe rose and cried 
 
 Hear, whose priestess I have been and am 
 
 Virgin and matron, at whose angry eyes 
 
 Zeus trembles, and the windless plain of heaven 
 
 With hypoborean echoes rings and roars, 
 
 Rememiiering thy dread nuptials a wise god. 
 
 Golden and white in that new carven shape 
 
 Hear me ! and grant for these my pious sons 
 
 Who saw my tears, and wound their tender arms 
 
 Around me, and kissed me calm, and since no steer 
 
 Stayed in the byre, dragged out the chariot old, 
 
 And wore themselves the galling yoke and brought 
 
 Their mother to the feast of her desire. 
 
 Grant then, O Hera, thy best gifts of gifts. 
 
 Whereat the statue from its jeweled eyes 
 
 Lightened, and thunder ran from cloud to cloud 
 
 In heaven and vast company was hushed. 
 
 But when they sought for Cleobis behold 
 
 He lay there still and by his brothers side 
 
 Lay Biton, smiling thru ambrosia cui-ls, 
 
 And when the people touched them they were dead. 
 
 Among these leavs she made a butterfly. 
 With excellent device and wondrous slight 
 Flutteriugly among the olives wantonly. 
 That seemed to live, so like it was in sight 
 The velvet nap which on his wings doth be 
 The silken down with which his back is dight, 
 His broad outstretched arms, his hairy thighs, 
 His glorious colors and his glistening eyes. 
 
 Which when Arachne saw, was overlaid 
 And mastered with markmanship so rare^ 
 She stood astonished long, he naught gainsaid ; 
 And with fast-fixed eyes on her did stare. 
 (From Spencers Muiopotmos) 
 
 Amid nine daughters slain by Artemis 
 
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stood Niobe she raised her head above 
 
 Those beauteous forms, which had brought down the scath 
 
 Whence all nine fell, raised it and stood erect. 
 
 And thus bespake the goddess enthroned on high: 
 
 "Thou heardest, Artemis, my daily prayer 
 
 That thou wouldst guide these children in the path 
 
 Of virtue thru the tangling wiles of youth. 
 
 And thou didst ever guide them : was it just 
 
 To smite them for a beauty such as thine? 
 
 Deserved their death because thy grace appear'd 
 
 In ever modest motion? 'twas thy gift, 
 
 The richest gift that youth from heaven receives. 
 
 True, I did boldly say they might compare 
 
 Even with thyself in virgin purity : 
 
 May not a mother in her pride repeat 
 
 What every mother said? 
 
 One prayer remains 
 For me to offer yet 
 Thy quivers holds 
 
 More than nine arrows : bend thy bow ; aim here 
 I see it glimmering thru a cloud 
 Artemus, thou at length art merciful: 
 My children will not hear the fatal twang. 
 
 From the forests and highlands 
 
 We come, we come ; 
 
 From the rive-girt islands, 
 
 Where loud waves are dumb. 
 
 Listening to my sweet pipings. 
 
 The winds in the weeds and rushes. 
 
 The bees on the bells of thyme 
 
 The birds on the myrtle bushes, 
 
 The cicale above in the lime. 
 
 And the lizards below in the grass, 
 
 Were as silent as ever old Timolus was 
 
 Listening to my sweet pipings. 
 
 Liquid Peneus was flowing, 
 
 And all dark temple lay 
 
 In Pelions shadow, outgrowing 
 
 The light of the dying day, 
 
 Speeded by my sweet pipings. 
 
 The Sileni, and Sylvanus and Fauns, 
 
 And the nymphs of the woods and waves, 
 
 GALLEY FOUR 
 
 To the edge of the moist river lawns, 
 
 And the brink of the dewy caves 
 
 And all that did then attend and follow 
 
 Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo 
 
 With envy of my sweet pipings. 
 
 I sang of the dancing stars 
 
 I sang of the daedal Earth, 
 
 And of heaven — and the giant wars, 
 
 And love, and death and birth — 
 
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And then I changed my pipings, — 
 Singing how down tlie vale of Menalus 
 I pursued a maiden, and clasp'd a reed : 
 Gods and men, were are all deluded thus 
 It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed, 
 All wept, as I think both ye now would. 
 If envy of age had not frozen your blood. 
 At the sorrow of my sweet pipings. 
 
 Universal Pan 
 Knit with the graces and the hours in dan-.e, 
 Led on the eternal Spr.ng 
 The lonely mountains o'er. 
 And the resounding shore, 
 A voice of weeping heard and a loud lament 
 From haunted spring and dale, 
 Edged with poplar pale, 
 The parting genius is with parting sent 
 With flower-inwoven tresses torn, 
 The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn. 
 
 Ah the beauteous world while yet ye ruled it — 
 Yet — by gladsome touches of the hand ; 
 Ah the joyous hearts that still ye governed, 
 Gods of beauty, ye, of Fableland 
 Then, ah, then the mysterious resplendent 
 Triumphed — Other was it then, I ween. 
 When thy shrines were odorous with irarlnnds. 
 Thou of Amathus the queen. 
 
 Then the gracious vale of fancy woven 
 Fell in folds about the face uncouth ; 
 Through the universe life flowed in fullness. 
 What we feel not now was felt in sooth : 
 Man ascribed nobility to nature. 
 Rendered love unto the earth he trod, 
 Everywhere his eyes illuminated 
 Saw the footprints of a God. 
 
 Lovely world where art thou? Turn, oh, turn thee, 
 
 Fairest blossom-tide of Nature's spring! 
 
 Only in the poet's realm of wonder, 
 
 Livest thou still — a fable vanishing. 
 
 Reft of life the meadows lie deserted ; 
 
 Ne'er a godhead can my fancy see : 
 
 Ah, if only of those living colors 
 
 Lingerest yet the Ghost with me ! 
 
 By your beauty which confesses 
 Some chief beauty conquering you 
 By your grand heroic guesses 
 Through your falsehood at, the true. 
 We will weep not earth shall roll 
 Heir to each god's aureole. 
 
 And Pan is dead 
 
 (Elizabeth ^a.-rett) 
 
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Just whei'e the Treasury's marble front 
 Look over Wall streets mingled nations; 
 Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont 
 To throng for trade and last quotations ; 
 Where, hour by hour the rates of gold 
 Outrival in the ears of people, 
 The quarter chimes serenely tolled 
 From Trinity's undaunted steeple — 
 Even there I heard a strange, wild strain, 
 Sound high above the modern clamor, 
 Above the cries of greed and gain, 
 The curbstone war the auctions hammering, 
 And swift, on music's misty ways 
 
 It led from all this strife of millions, 
 
 To ancient sweet do-nothing days 
 
 Among the kirtle-robed Sicilians 
 
 And as it still'd the multitude. 
 
 And yet more joyous rose, and shriller, 
 
 I saw the minstrel where he stood 
 
 At ease against a Doric pillar ; 
 
 One hand a droning organ play'd. 
 
 The other held a Pan's pipe fashioned. 
 
 Like those of old, to lips that made 
 
 The reeds give out that strain impassioned. 
 
 'Twas Pan himself had wandered here 
 
 A-strolling thru the sordid city, 
 
 A}id piping to the civic ear 
 
 The prelude of some pastoral ditty ! 
 
 The demigod had cross'd the seas — 
 
 From haunts of shepard nymph and satyr 
 
 And Syracusan times to these 
 
 Far shores and twenty centuries later. 
 
 A ragged cap was on his head : 
 
 But — hidden thus — there was no doubting 
 
 That call with crispy locks o'erspread, 
 
 His gnarled horns were somewhere sprouling (Ilustration 
 
 Fig. 3) 
 His chibbed feet cased in rusty shoes. 
 Were crossed as on some frieze you see them. 
 And trousers patched of diverse hues, 
 
 Conceal'd his crooked shanks beneath them. «' Illustration) 
 He filled the quivering reeds with sound 
 And o'er his mouth their changes shifted, 
 And with his goat-eyes looked around 
 Where'ver the passing current drifted : 
 And soon, as on Frinacrian hills 
 The nymphs and herdsmen ran to hear him, 
 Even now the tradesmen from their tills, 
 With clerks and porters crowded near him. 
 
 The bulls and bears together drew 
 
 From Jauncy Court and New Street Alley, 
 
 As erst, if pastorals be true, 
 
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Come beats from every wooded valley 
 
 The random passers stayed to list — 
 A boxer, Aegon, rougli and merry — 
 A Broadway Daphnis on his tryst 
 With Nais at the Brooklyn Ferry, 
 
 A one-eyed Cyclops halted long 
 
 In tatter'd cloak of army pattern, 
 
 And Galatea joined the throng 
 
 A blowsy, apple vending slattern ; 
 
 While old Silenus staggered out 
 
 From some new-fangled lunch house handv 
 
 And bade the piper with a shout, 
 
 To strike up "Yankee Doodle Dandy !" 
 
 A newsboy and a peanut girl 
 Like little fauns began to caper : 
 His hair was all in tangled curl, 
 Her twany legs were bare and taper 
 And still the gathering larger grew, 
 And gave its pence and crowded nigher, 
 While aye, the shepard minstrel blew 
 His pipe, and struck the gamut higher. 
 
 O heart of nature ! beating still 
 
 With throbs her vernal passion taught her, — 
 
 Even here, as on the vine-clad hDl, 
 
 Or by the Arethusan water! 
 
 New forms may fold the speech, new lands 
 
 Arise within these ocean-portals. 
 
 But music waves eternal wands. 
 
 Enchantress of the souls of mortals ! 
 
 So thought I — but among us trod 
 A man in blue with legal baton 
 And scofl'd the vagrant demigod 
 And push'd him from the step I sat on. 
 Doubting I mused upon the cry — 
 'Great Pan is dead!" — and all the people 
 Went on their ways : — and clear and high 
 The quarter sounded from the steeple. 
 
 Pan loved his neighbor echo : Echo loved 
 
 A gamesome Satyr ; he by her unmoved 
 
 Loved only Lyde ; thus thru Echo, Pan, 
 
 Lyde and Satyr, Love his circle ran. 
 
 Thus all, while their true lovers' hearts they grieved, 
 
 Were scorned in turn, and what they gave received. 
 
 O, all love scorners learn this lesson true ; 
 
 Be kind to Love, that he be kind to you. 
 
 Dian white-armed has given me this cool shrine 
 
 Deep in the bosom of Wood and Pine ; 
 
 The silver sparkling showers 
 
 That hide me in the flowers 
 
 That prink my fountains brim ; are hers and mine 
 
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And when the days are mild and fair, 
 And gi-a.ss is springing, buds are blowing 
 Sweet it is, 'mid waters flowing, 
 Combing my yellow, yellow hair. 
 
 The Ennce and panther down the mountain side 
 
 Creep thro' dark greeness in the eventide ; 
 
 And at the fountain's brink 
 
 Casting great shades they drink 
 
 Gazing upon me tame and sapphire-eyed ; 
 
 For awed by my pale face whose light 
 
 Gleameth thro' sedge and lillies yellow 
 
 They, lapping at the fountain mellow. 
 
 Harm not the lamb that in affright 
 
 Its shadows small and dusky-white. 
 
 Throws in the pool so mellow, mellow, mellow 
 
 Oft do the fauns and satyrs, flush'd with play, 
 
 Come to my coolness in the hot noonday. 
 
 Nay, once indeed I vow 
 
 By Dian's truthful brow 
 
 The great god Pan himself did pass this way 
 
 And, all in festal oak-leaves clad 
 
 His limbs among these lillies throwing, 
 
 Watch'd the silver waters flowing 
 
 Listen'd to their music glad. 
 
 Saw and heard them flowing, flowing, flowing, 
 
 And ah ! his face was worn and sad ! 
 
 Mild joys like silver waters fall ; 
 
 But it is sweetest, sweetest by far of all, 
 
 In the calm Summer night. 
 
 When the tree tops look white. 
 
 To be exhaled in dew at Dian's call, 
 
 Among my sister clouds to move 
 
 Over the darkness, earth bedimming 
 
 Milky-robed thro' heaven swimming 
 
 Floating round the stars above, 
 
 Swimming proudly, swimming proudly, ?l^imluing, 
 
 And waiting on the Moon I love. 
 
 So tenderly I keep this cool, green shrine, 
 
 Deep in the bosom of Wood and Pine. 
 
 Faithful thro' shade and sun, 
 
 That service due and done 
 
 May haply earn for me a place divine 
 
 Among the white-robed deities 
 
 That thread thro' starry paths attending 
 
 My sweet lady calmly wending 
 
 Thro' the silence of the skies, 
 
 Changing in hues of beauty never ending 
 
 Drinking the light of Diana's eyes. 
 
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Hear now the fairy legend of old Greece, 
 As full of freedom, youth and beauty still, 
 As the mortal freshness of that grace 
 Carved for all ages on some Attic frieze. 
 
 Now in those days of simpleness and faith, 
 
 Men did not think that happy things were dreams. 
 
 Because they OAerstepped the narrow bound 
 
 Of likelihood, but reverently deemed 
 
 Nothing too wondrous or too beautiful 
 
 To be the guerdon of a daring heart. 
 
 So Rhoesus made no doubt that he was blest, 
 
 And all along unto the city's gate 
 
 Earth seemed to spring beneath him as he walked. 
 
 The clear broad sky looked bluer than its wont. 
 
 And he could scarce believe he had not win!;"^, 
 
 Such sunshine seemed to glitter through his veins 
 
 Instead of blood, so light he felt and straiiijo. 
 
 Then thru the window flew the wounded ))ee. 
 And Rhoecus tracking him with angry eyes. 
 Saw a sharp mountain peak of Thessaly 
 Against the red disk of the setting Sun, 
 And instantly the blood sank from his heart — 
 
 — Quite spent and out of breath he reachced the tree 
 
 And, listening fearfully, he heard once more 
 
 The low voice murmur, Rhoecus ! close at hand : 
 
 Whereat he looked around him, but he could see 
 
 Naught but the deepening looms beneath tlie oak. 
 
 Then signed the voice, "O Rhoecus nevermore 
 
 Shalt thou behold me or by day or night. 
 
 Me, who would fain have blessed thee with a love 
 
 More ripe and bounteous than ever yet 
 
 Filled up with nectar and mortal heart : 
 
 But thou didst scorn my humble messenger 
 
 And senst him back to me with bruised wings. 
 
 We spirits only show to the gentle eyes, 
 
 We ever ask an undivided love, 
 
 And he who scorns the least of nature's works 
 
 Is thenceforth exiled and shut out from all. 
 
 Farewell ! for thou canst never see me more." 
 
 Then Rhoecus beat his breast and groaned aloud 
 
 And cried, "Be pitiful ! forgive me yet 
 
 This once and I shall never need it more!" 
 
 "Alas I" the voice retui-ned 'tis thou art blind 
 
 Not I unmerciful ; I can forgive 
 
 But have no skill to heal thy spirits' eyes, 
 
 Only the soul hath power o'er itself." 
 
 With that again there murmured "Nevermore." 
 
 And Rhoecus after heard no other sound 
 
 Except the rattling of the Earth's ( risp leaves, 
 
 Like the long surf upon a distant shore, 
 
 Raking the seaworn pebbles up and down. 
 
 The night had gathered round him o'er the plain 
 
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The city sparkled with its thousands lights, 
 And sounds of revel fell upon his ear 
 Harshly and like a curse, above the sky 
 With all its bright sublimity of stars 
 Deepened on his forehead smote the breeze; 
 Beauty was all around him and delight 
 Eut from that eve he was alone on earth. 
 Physche looking on fair cupid amorously 
 As if he were some great divinity 
 Scarce kept back a cry 
 At what he saw ; for there before her lay 
 The very love brighter than dawn of day ; 
 And as he lay there smiling, her own name 
 His gentle lips in sleep began to frame, 
 And as to touch his face her hands did move 
 O then, indeed, her faint heart swelled for love 
 And she began to sob and tears fell fast. 
 Upon the bed — But as she turned at last 
 To quench the lamp, there happed a little thing 
 That quenched her new delight for flickering 
 The treacherous flame cast on his shoulders fair 
 A burning drop ; he woke, and seeing her there 
 The meaning of that sad sight knew full well, 
 Nor was there need the piteous tale to tell. 
 
 While Cupid swooned in his mother's arm 
 Heartsick, the offspring of thunderstorm 
 Ascended to woo Prince of Palace of Cypeas 
 I'ailed of support of Zephyr, fell down the precipice 
 While Physche, meanwhile wandered day and night 
 Without food or drink beheld the seagull white 
 Which like the zephyrs o'er the waves doth leap 
 On looking down dived into the middle deep 
 And rowing with his glistening wings arrived 
 At Aphrodite's bower beneath the sea. 
 
 But he with garrulous laughing tongue, 
 
 Broke up his news ; how Eros fallen sick 
 
 Lay tossing on his bed, to frenzy stung 
 
 By such a burn as did but barely prick : 
 
 A little belb no bigger than a pease, 
 
 Upon his shoulder 'twas that killed his ease, 
 
 Fevered his heart and made his breathing thick 
 
 "For which disaster hath he not been seen 
 
 This many a day at all in my place: 
 
 And thou, dear mistress, said he hast not been 
 
 Thyself among us now dreary space 
 
 And pining mortals suffer from a dearth 
 
 Of love ; and for this sadness of the Earth 
 
 Thy family is darkened with disgrace — 
 
 '"Tis plain that if thy pleasure longer pause 
 
 Thy mighty rule on earth hath seen its day ; 
 
 The race must come to perish and no cause 
 
 But that thou sittest with thy nymphs at play, 
 
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While on the Cretan hills thy truant boy 
 Has with his pretty mistress turned to toy, 
 And, less for pain than love, now pines away. 
 On Hellenspout, guilty of true Love's blood 
 In view and opposite two cities stood, 
 Seahoarders, disjoin'd by Nephines might 
 The one Abdos, the other Sestos night. 
 At Sestos, Hero dwelt. Hero the fair 
 Whom young Apollo courted for her hair 
 
 And offered as a dower his burning throne, 
 
 Where she should sit for men to gaze upon. 
 
 Some say for her the fairest Cupid pen'd 
 
 And looking in her face was stricken blind. 
 
 But this is true so like was one the other, 
 
 As he imagined Hero was his mother ; 
 
 And oftimes into her bosom flew. 
 
 About her naked neck his bare arms threw, 
 
 And laid her childish head upon her breast 
 
 And, with still panting rockt, there took his rest. 
 
 On this feast day, — O cursed day and hour! 
 
 Went Hero through Sestos from her tower, 
 
 To Venus' temple, where unhappily 
 
 As after chanc'd they did each other spy. 
 
 So fair a church as this had Venus none. 
 
 And in the midst a silver altar stood 
 
 The walls were of discolored jasper stone — 
 
 There Hero sacrificing turtles blood 
 
 Vail'd to the ground veiling her eyelids close: 
 
 And moftestly they opened as she rose : 
 
 Then flew Love's arrow with the golden head ; 
 
 And thus Leander was enamoured. 
 
 Stone-still he stood and evermore he gazed, 
 
 'Till with the fii'e from his countenance blazd 
 
 Relenting Hero's gentle heart was struck 
 
 Such power and virtue hath an amorous look. 
 
 It lies not in our power to love or hate, 
 
 For will in us is overruled by fate. 
 
 When two are stript long ere the case begin, 
 
 We wish that one should lose the other win ; 
 
 And one especially do we affect 
 
 Of two gold ingots, like each respect : 
 
 The reason no man knows let it suffice, 
 
 What we beheld is censur'd by our eyes. 
 
 Where both deliberate the love is slight. 
 
 Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? 
 
 He kneel'd but unto her devoutly prayed : 
 
 Chaste hero to herself thus softly said, 
 
 "Were I the saint he worships, I would hear him" 
 
 And, as she spoke these words, came somewhat near him, 
 
 He started up she blushed as one ashamed 
 
 Wherewith Leander much more was inflam'd ; 
 
 He touched her hand, in touching it she trembled: 
 
 Love deeply grounded hardly is dismissed.... 
 
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These arguments he us'cl and many more 
 Wherewith she yielded, that was won before. 
 Hero's look she yielded but her words made war: 
 Women are won when they begin to jar, 
 rims having swallow'd cupid's golden hook 
 The more she strived the deeper was she struck : 
 Yet, evilly feigning anger, she strove still, 
 And would be thought to grant against her will. 
 So having paus'd awhile at last she said, 
 "Who taught thee rhetoric to deceive a maid? 
 Ay me! such words as these should I abhor. 
 And yet I like them for the orator." 
 With that Leander stoop'd to have embraced her 
 But from his spreading arms away she cast her, 
 And bespake him: gentle youth forbear 
 To touch the sacred garments which I wear. 
 
 "Come thither" as she spake thus her tongue tripp'd. 
 
 For unawares, "Come thither" from her slipped. 
 
 And suddenly her former color chang'd, 
 
 And here and there thru anger rang'd 
 
 And like a planet moving several ways 
 
 At one self instant, she, poor soul, assays. 
 
 Loving, not to love at all, and every part 
 
 Strove to resist the notions of her heart : 
 
 And hands, so pure so innocent, nay such 
 
 As might have made heaven stoop to have a touch, 
 
 Did she uphold to Venus, and again 
 
 Vow'd spotless chastity : but all in vain 
 
 Cupid beats down her prayers with his wings" . . . . ' 
 
 Come hither all sweet maidens soberly 
 
 Down looking, aye, and with a chastened light, 
 
 Hid in the fringe of your eyelids white, 
 
 And meekly let your fair hands joined be. 
 
 (See Museum of Alexander, De Armore Heros et Leander) 
 
 Keats Sonnet on Picture of Leander. 
 As if so gentle that ye could not see, 
 Untouched a victim of your beauty bright, 
 Sinking away to the young spirits night 
 Sinking bewilder'd mid the dreary sea : 
 'Tis young Leander toiling to his death ; 
 Nigh swooning he doth purse his weary lips, 
 For hero's cheek and smile against her smile 
 A hoorid dream ! see how his body dips, 
 Dead-heavy ; arms and shoulders gleam awhile 
 He's gone ; up bubbles all his amorous breath. 
 
 Mortals are scarcely given breathing space, 
 
 As they viewHippomenes and fleet Atlantis race 
 
 They both startled, he, by one stride first, 
 
 For she half pitied him so beautiful 
 
 Running to meet his death, yet she was resolved 
 
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To conquer ; soon she neared him and he felt 
 The rapid and repeated gush of breath 
 Bihind liis shoukler. 
 
 ^-rom his liand now dropped 
 ^ golden apple ; she looked down and saw 
 A glitter on the grass, yet on she ran 
 He dropped a second ; now she seemed to stoop : 
 He dropped a third, and now she stooped indeed ; 
 Yet swifter than a wren picks a grain 
 Of millet rais'd her head ; it was too late. 
 Hippomenes had touched the maple goal 
 With but two fingers, leaning proudly forth, 
 Xow each walked slowly forward, both so tirea 
 When he turn'd round to her, she lowered her face. 
 Cover'd the blushes and held out her hand 
 The golden apple in it 
 
 " Leave me now" 
 Said she, "I must walk homeward." 
 He did take 
 The apple and the hand. 
 
 ■'Both I detain" 
 Said he "the other two I dedicate 
 To the two powers that soften virgin hearts, 
 Eros and Aphrodite ; and this one 
 To her who ratifies the nuptial vow" 
 She would have wept to see her father weep ; 
 But some god pitied her and purple wines 
 (What gods were they?) hovered and interposed. 
 
 Fauns with youthful Bacims follow ; 
 Ivy crowns that brow, supernal 
 As the forehead of Appollo 
 As possessing eternal. 
 
 Round about him fair Bacchantes, 
 Bearing cymbals, flutes and thyrses 
 Wild from maxian groves or Zantes 
 ^ inyards sing delirons verses. 
 
 Behold, behold ! the granite gates unclose 
 And down the vales a lyric people flows ; 
 Dancing to music, in their dance they fling 
 Their frantic robes to every wind that blows ; 
 And deathless praises to the winegod sing. 
 
 Nearer they press and nearer still in sight. 
 Still dancing blithely in a seemly choir ; 
 x'ossing on high the symbol of their riglit 
 The cane-tipped thyrsus of a god's desire ; 
 Nearer they come, tall damsels flushed and fair, 
 With ivy circling their abundant hair; 
 Onward with even pace in stately rows. 
 With eye that flashes, and with cheek that glows. 
 And all the while their tribute songs they bring, 
 
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And newer glories of the past disclose, 
 And deathless praises to the winegod sing. 
 
 Arcadian Atlanta, snowy souled. 
 
 Fair as the snow and footed as the wind. 
 
 For thy name's sake and awe toward thy chaste head, 
 
 O. holiest Atlanta ! no man dares 
 
 Praise thee, though fairer than whom all men praise. 
 
 And godlike for thy grace of hallowed hair. 
 
 And holy habit of thine eyes and feet, 
 
 That make the blown foam neither swift nor white, 
 
 Gods found because of thee adorable 
 
 And for thy sake praise also thee as these 
 
 Pure and the light lit at the hands of gods. 
 
 Then all abode save one. 
 
 The Arcadian Atlanta from her side 
 
 Sprang her hounds laboring at the leash and slipped 
 
 And splashed ear-deep with plunging feet ; but she 
 
 Saying "Speed it as I send it for thy sake 
 
 Goddess" drew bow and loosed the saddened string. 
 
 Eang and sprang inward and the waterish air 
 
 Hiss'd and the moist plumes of the songless reeds. 
 
 Moved as a wave which the wind moves no more. 
 
 But the boar heaved half out of ooze and slime 
 
 His tense flank trembling the barbed wound, 
 
 Bateful and fiery with evasive eyes 
 
 .And bristling with intolerant hair 
 
 Plunged and the hounds, and green flowers and white 
 
 Reddened and broke all around them where they came. 
 
 liock-rooted. Fair \^'ith fierce and fastened lips. 
 Clear eyes and springing muscle and shortening limb. 
 With chin aslant indrawn to a tightening throat. 
 Grave and with gathered sinews, like a god 
 Aimed in the left side his well handled ispear, 
 Grasped where the ash was knottiest hewn and smote 
 i^ncl with no missle wound, the montrous boar 
 Ivight in the hairiest hollow of his hide, 
 Under the last rib, sheer thru bulk and bone 
 Deep in and deeply smitten unto and to death. 
 The heavy horror with his hanging shafts 
 Leapt, and fell furiously, and from raging lips, 
 
 THE FATFFUL ICARNS. 
 
 "\' ith melting wax and loosened strings 
 Sunk hapless Icarn on unfaithful wings. 
 Headlong he rushed thru the affrighted air. 
 With limbs distorted and disheveled hair; 
 His scattered plumage danced upon the wave. 
 And sorrowing Nareids decked his watery graves. 
 O'er his pale coi-ps their pearly sea flowers shed. 
 And strewed with crimson moss his marble bed; 
 
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struck in tlieiv coral towers the passing bell, 
 And wide in ocean tolled his echoing knell. 
 
 From every region of Eageas shore 
 The brave assembled, those illustrioiis twins 
 Castor and Pollux ; Orpheus tuneful bard. 
 Zetes and Caltais, as the wind in speed ; 
 Strong Herciiles and many a chief renowned 
 On deep lolcas, sandy shore they thronged, 
 Gleaming in armor ardent of exploits, .... 
 And soon the laurel chord and the huge stone 
 Uplifting to the bark ; 
 
 Whose keel of wondrous length the skillful hand 
 Of Argos fashioned for the proud attempt; 
 And in the extended keel a lofty mast 
 Upraised and sails full swelling ; to the chiefs 
 I'nwonted object, not flrst now they learned. 
 Their bolder steerage over ocean wave. 
 Led by golden stars, as chirons art 
 Had marked the sphere celestial. 
 
 One speaks 
 
 Oh, happy seafarers are ye 
 And surely all your ills are past ; 
 And toil upon the land and sea, 
 Since ye are brought to us at last ; 
 But now, but when we have Iain 
 Asleep with us a little while 
 L'tneath the washing of the main 
 How calm shall be your waking smile! 
 
 A little more, a little more 
 
 < » carriers of the golden fleece ! 
 
 A little labor with the oar. 
 
 Before we reach the land of Greece. 
 
 E'en now, perchance, faint rumors reach, 
 
 Men's ears of this our victory. 
 
 And draw them down upon the beach 
 
 To gaze upon the empty sea, 
 
 Alas ! and will ye stop your ears, 
 
 111 vain desii-e to do aught. 
 
 And wish to live mid cares and fears, 
 
 T'ntil the last fear makes you naught? 
 
 Is not the May-time now on Earth 
 When close against the city wall 
 The folks are singing in their mirth, 
 Wliile on their heads the May flowers fall. 
 
 To please the will of Heaven's fair godhead 
 
 Upon a day were Peleas and Thetis wed 
 
 Now on a day foreset, Aurora forsaking the ocean 
 
 Crimsons the orient sky : all Thessaly, seeking the palace 
 
 Fares to the royal seat, in populous muster exultant, 
 
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Heavy of hand with gifts but blithsome of cheer for the 
 
 joyance 
 Cranuou's glittering domes and to battlements of Laris- 
 
 sean, 
 Cumber, Pharsalia, throng the abodes and the streets of 
 
 Pliarsalus. 
 Fields meanwhile are untilled, grow tender the necks of 
 
 oxen, 
 None with the curving teeth of the harrow cleareth the 
 
 vineyard. 
 None upturneth the glebe with bull and the furrowing plow 
 
 share, 
 None with garden knife lets light thru the branches un- 
 
 brageous ; 
 Senalid the rust creeps, up over plows forgotten of plow- 
 men 
 
 Bright is the palace, ay, thru far retreating recesses 
 Blazing for sheenbenigh of the opulent gold and the silver : 
 Ivory gleams on the thrones, great gobulets glint on the 
 
 tables 
 Glitters the spacious home made glad with imperial splen- 
 dor 
 Ay, but most, in the hall midmost, .is the couch of the god- 
 dess. 
 Glorious, made of the tusks of the Indian elephant polished. 
 Spread with a wonder of guilt empurpled with dye of the 
 sea shell. 
 
 Then when Thessalay's youth long had of the wonder 
 Their content, they can give place to the lords of Olympia, 
 As when zephyr awakes the recumbent billows of ocean. 
 Roughens the placid deep with eager breath of the morning, 
 Urges the waves and impels, to the thresh-hold of journey- 
 ing Pheobus, 
 They at first blown outward unroughly when dawn is aris- 
 ing 
 Lamb slow footed and loiter with loiter with laughter, 
 
 lightly splash 
 Till on horizon they flow refulgent of luminous purple. 
 So from the portal with draw-ing the palm Thessalian de- 
 parted 
 Faring in world wide ways to the far-off of their father. 
 Now when they were aloof drew nigh from Pelion's summit 
 Chiron bearing gifts from the copses and glades of the 
 
 woodland. 
 Gifts that the meadows yield: what flowers on Thessalis 
 
 mountains 
 Warming woos to the day, all such in bunches assorted, 
 Bore he: flattened with odors the whole house break into 
 
 laughter. 
 Come there next Peneus, abandoning verdurous temple 
 Temple embowered deep mid superimpendent forests. 
 
 Where now the gode had reclined limbs on ivory couches, 
 
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Viands many and rare were heaped on the banqueters 
 tables, 
 
 Whilst the decrepit sisters of Fate, their tottering bodies 
 
 Solemnly swayed and rehearsed their soothfast vaticina- 
 tion. 
 
 Lo each tremulous frame was wrapped in a robe of a 
 whiteness. 
 
 While on ambrosial brows there rested fillets like snow- 
 flakes. 
 
 They, at a task eternal their hands religiously plying, 
 
 Held in the left high, with wool enfolded a distaff. 
 
 Delicate fibres wherefrom, drawn down, were shaped by 
 the right hand. 
 
 Shaped by fingers upturned, but the down turned thumb 
 set awhirling. 
 
 Poised with perfected whorl, the industrious shaft of the 
 spindle 
 
 Still as they span, as they span, was the tooth kept nipping 
 and smoothing 
 
 And to the withered lips clung morsels of wool as they 
 smoothed it. 
 
 Fil aments erstwhile that stood from the twist of the sur- 
 face. 
 Close at their feet meantime were woven baskets of wicker 
 Guarding the soft white balls of the wool resplendent with- 
 in them. 
 Thus then parting the strands these three with resonant 
 
 voices 
 Uttered in chant divine predestined sooth of the future 
 Prophecy neither in time, nor yet in eternity shaken. 
 
 Thou that exaltest renown of thy name with the name of 
 
 valor 
 Bulwark Emathecen, blest above sires in the offspring 
 
 of promise. 
 Hear with thine ears this day what oracle falls from the 
 
 sisters 
 Chanting the facts for thee ; but you your destiny drawing 
 Spindles ; hasten the threads of the destinies for the 
 
 future. 
 
 Rideth the orb upon high that heralds boon unto bride- 
 grooms .... 
 
 Hesperus cometh anon with propitious the virgin, 
 
 Speedeth thy soul to subdue-submerge with love at the 
 floodtide. 
 
 Hasten, ye spindles and run, yea gallop, ye thread running 
 spindles. 
 
 (Foot note Avid Metam 11,221-265-Calullua, 
 LVIV Hygimus Feb. 14 ; Apollonus Rhodus Argon, 
 1,558, Valerus Flaceus, Argon, Slatens Ashillerd. 
 
 (2) Catallua LXIY Charles Miley Gayleys transla- 
 tion) 
 
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And of the life wliicli neroes lead 
 In such a glen on such a day, 
 On Pelion, on the grassy ground. 
 Chiron the aged centaur lay, 
 The Young Achilles standing by 
 The centaur taught him to explore 
 The mountains, where the glens are dry, 
 And the tired centaurs come to rest, 
 And where the soaking springs abound 
 And the straight ashes grow for spears. 
 And where the hill goats come to ffpfl 
 And the sea eagles build their nests, 
 He showed him Phthia far away. 
 And said, "O boy I taught this lore 
 To Peleus, in the long distant years !" 
 
 He told him of the gods, the stars, 
 'iiie tides, and then of mortal wars. 
 Before they reach the Elysian place, 
 And rest in the immortal mead ; 
 And all the wisdom of his race. 
 
 xVt length I saw a lady within call 
 Stiller than chisl'd marble standing there 
 A daughter of the gods divinely tall. 
 And most divinely fair. 
 
 Her lovliness with shame and with surprise 
 Froze my swift speech : she turning on my face 
 The starlike sorrow of immortal eyes. 
 Spoke slowly in her place. 
 
 "1 had great beauty ; ask thou not my name 
 No one can be more wise than Destiny. 
 Many drew swords and died where I came 
 I brought calamity." 
 
 Of Paris Spenks Euore. 
 
 White breasted like a star 
 
 Fronting the dawn he moved a leopar skin 
 
 Dropped from his shoulders, but his sunny hair 
 
 Clustered about his temples like a god's. 
 
 And his cheek brighten'd as the foam bow brightens. 
 
 When the wind blows the foam, and all my heart 
 
 Went forth to brace him coming ere he came. 
 
 And at their feet the crocus break like fire 
 
 Violet amaracus, and asphodd, 
 
 Lotos and lilies ; and a wind arose, 
 
 And ovei'heard the wandering ivy and vine 
 
 This way and that in many a wild festoon. 
 
 Ran riot garlanding the gnarled boughs 
 
 With bunch and berry and flowers thru and thru. 
 
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Great bard of Greece, whose ever during verse 
 
 All ages venerate, all tongues rehearse 
 
 Could blind idolatry be justly paid 
 
 To aught of mental power by man display'd, 
 
 To thee, thou sire of soul exalting song, 
 
 That boundless worship might to the belong. 
 
 Jove said and nodded with his shadowy brows ; 
 
 Waved on the immortal head the ambrosia Ic^ks - 
 
 And all Olympus trembled at his nod. 
 
 His sumptuous palace halls were built 
 
 Deep down in ocean, golden glittering proof 
 
 Against decay of time. 
 
 He whose all conscious eyes the world behold. 
 
 The eternal thunderer sat enthroned in gold 
 
 High heaven, the footstool of his feet he makes, 
 
 And wide beneath him all Olympus shakes. 
 
 *'0 Father Jove, who rulest from the top 
 Of Ida, mightiest one and most august 
 Whichever of these twain have done thee wrong 
 Grant that the pass to Pluto's dwelling slain 
 While friendship and a faithful leagiie are ours. 
 
 "O Jupiter, most mighty and august 
 AYhomever first shall break these solemn oaths 
 So may their bi-ains flow down upon the earth 
 Theirs and their children." 
 
 Jove was the father cloud compelling Jove, 
 Of Dardamus, by whom Dardanus first 
 Was peopled ere our sacred boy was built 
 On the great plain a populous town for men 
 Dwelt still upon the roots of Ida fresh. 
 With many springs. 
 
 For in the elder times, when truth and worth 
 Were stU revered and cherished here on earth 
 The tenants of the sky would oft descend 
 To heroes spotless homes as friend to friend 
 There meet them face o face, and freely share 
 In all that stirred the hearts of mortals there. 
 
 Eris held within her hand contemptuously 
 
 The fruit of pure Hesperian gold that smelt ambroiaslly 
 
 So wishing Jupiter to ensnare 
 
 Proffered golden apple for the fairest of the fair. 
 
 This was cast upon the board 
 When all the full faced presence of the gods 
 Ranged in the halls of Peleus, whereupon 
 Rose fend, with question unto whom twere due. 
 
 Jove dared to choose lest he encourage strife 
 In fair Olympus — spoiled innocent shepard's life 
 
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By requiring of Paris husband of Chaste Enone, 
 To master the duty— which were once his own. 
 Said June, "Power and riches will I give 
 Thee Paris, if you let my beauty live 
 Minerva promised glory and renown in w^ar 
 Paris smiling looked at Venus his prize star. 
 Said Venus, "Serve pompous goddess of love 
 And win in Greece the fairest dame that moves. 
 
 He consigned 
 To her fair hand the fruit, of burnished land ; 
 And foam-born Venus gras'd the gracel'al meed. 
 Of war, of evil war, the quickening seed. 
 
 Thus speaks Enroe 
 "O happy heaven, how canst thou see my face? 
 O happy earth how canst thou bear my weight? 
 
 death, death, death, thou ever-floating cloud, 
 There are enough unhappy on this earth. 
 Pass by the happy souls, that love to live : 
 
 1 pray thee pass before my light of life, 
 And shadow all my soul that I may die. 
 Thou weihest heavy on the heart within, 
 "Weigh heavy on my eyelids: let me die." 
 
 From Ids heights she saw the fleet depart 
 WhWhicli bore toward Greece the idol of her heart 
 Toward parting fleet Enore still did stare 
 I'ntil she at last sent up this final prayer. 
 
 "O heavens, let thy jewel'd gun 
 
 Cease shining on my brow 
 
 Cause its resplendent rays to run 
 
 To other lands right now 
 
 Its rays tend to bring merriment 
 
 And fill sad hearts with glee. 
 
 But I am so filled with discontent 
 
 That naught brings joy to me. 
 
 Send them to the land o men 
 
 Where bliss and peace abide 
 
 Where damsels gambol now and then 
 
 Upon the mountain side. 
 
 A fairer dame with lighter heart 
 
 Than mine doth bid them there 
 
 So make them in a sudden dart 
 
 Answer in full my prayer. 
 
 I cannot face old horrid death 
 
 When iipon my brow they shine 
 
 Nay, I can't taste the woeful breath 
 
 Until the rays recline. 
 
 Unknown I stand to half the world 
 Why should I stand without a pearl 
 Unlearned as well as poor 
 And hardships still endure. 
 
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TENNYSON'S DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN 
 
 I saw a lady withiu call 
 Stiller than chiselld marble staudlng there 
 A daughter of the gods divinely tall 
 And most divinely fair. 
 
 Helen were tempted o'e the ocean foam 
 
 By sti'anger whom she sheltered in her home, 
 
 Thus spak" a shade. 
 "I was cut off from the hope in that said place 
 Wliich men call Aulis in those iron years 
 My father held his hand upon his face 
 I blinded with my tears. 
 
 "Still strove to speak, my voice was thick with sighs 
 As in a dream, dimly I could descry 
 The stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes 
 Waiting to see me die. 
 
 "The high masts flicker'd as they lay afloat 
 
 The clouds the temples wavered and the shores, 
 
 The bright death quivered at the victims throat 
 
 Touch'd and I knew no more, 
 
 "The wish'd for wind was given then revolv'd 
 
 The Oracle upon the silent sea 
 
 And if no worthier led the way resolved 
 
 That of a thousand vessels mine should be 
 
 The foremost prow in pressing to the strand, 
 
 Mine the first blood that tinged the trojan sand. 
 
 "Yet bitter, oft-times bitter, was the pang 
 
 When of thy loss I thought, beloved wife 
 
 On thee too fondly did my memory hang, 
 
 And on the -joys we shared in mortal life. 
 
 The paths which we had trod — these fountains, flowers 
 
 My new-planned cities, and unfinished towers. 
 
 "But should suspense permit the foe to cry, 
 'Behold they tremble :^haughty their array 
 Yet, of their mimber no one dares to die? 
 In soul I swept the indignity away. 
 Old frailties then recurred : but lofty thought, 
 In act embodied, my deliverance wrought. 
 
 Upon the side 
 Of Hellespoint (such faith was entertained) 
 A knot of spiry trees for ages grew 
 From out the tomb of him for she died ; 
 That illumine walls were subject to their view 
 The trees tall summits withered at the sight 
 A constant interchange of growth and blight. 
 
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KEATS ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPEL HOMES 
 
 Much have I traveled in realms of gold 
 
 And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ; 
 
 Round many western island have I been 
 
 Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold, 
 
 Oft of one wide expanse have I been told. 
 
 That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne : 
 
 Yet did I never breathe it pure serene, 
 
 'Til I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : 
 
 Then felt I like some watcher of the sky 
 
 When a new planet swims into his ken ; 
 
 Or like stout Cortes when with eagles eyes 
 
 He stared at the Pacific and all his men 
 
 Look'd at each other in a wild surmise 
 
 Silent upon a peak in Darian. 
 
 Helen, Grecian princess to Menelus wed 
 Among a thousand suitors his kingdom fled 
 To the fair plains of sweet Illyrium 
 Where abode the illustrious sons of Illium. 
 
 (Bryant [Iliad ) 
 To Anterior minister of Trojan covenant 
 
 (W. C. W. Supplement) 
 Were Diomede and the wuse Ulysses sent 
 By Menelaus that thru peace might restore 
 That matchless beauty of the Grecian shore. 
 For a thousand suitors for her hand had sworn 
 Such vengeance on the land where she was borne. 
 If dared to seize and bare her off 
 All would unite in arms' and lay his town 
 Level with the ground. 
 Wlien they to Trojan capital were come 
 Was theirs the hospitality of Illyrium. 
 
 "But when Ulysses rose in thought profound 
 
 (Pope Jlliad Bk. 3) 
 His modest eyes he fixed upon the ground, 
 As one unskilled or dumb he seemed to stand. 
 Nor raised his head, nor stretched his scepter'd hand : 
 Eut when he speaks, what elocution flows. 
 Soft as the fleeces of dscending snows. 
 The copious accent fall with easy art 
 Rltlting they fall and sink into the heart." 
 
 Hellenic ambassadors for home must sail (W. C. W. Sup- 
 plemented) 
 I^lysses eloquence was of no avail. 
 To King Priam, who loved his son. 
 The princely PJaris who had folly won 
 The fair Helen whose beauty fair did light 
 The chisell'd statue of fair Aphrodite, 
 Brave chiefs of Greece secretly rejoice 
 To know their vows have given them no choice. 
 Palamedes did the wisdom of Ulysses match 
 
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Who sprinkled salt within his garden patch 
 Dressed with new garb seized from peddlers box 
 Ploughed in his field with horse yoked with ox 
 Til Palamedes before him dropped the babe 
 Which quietly in arms of its mother laid 
 Within the very pathway of ploughshare 
 Which mad Achilles used to escape war. 
 
 Calchas the wise, the Grecian priest and guide 
 
 That sacred seer, whose comprehensiA-e view 
 
 The past, the present and the future kncr^'. 
 
 In Lycomedes Court dwells the Achilles faa- 
 
 W^ith face of maiden tall and debonair 
 
 When perfumes were shown, with half ursheath.c^d sword 
 
 I'eddlers viewing him announced his name 
 
 And told him quietly of why they came. 
 
 Learning their mission did he at once consent 
 
 To coin his countrymen charms, in heights of merriment. 
 
 Fully fifty ships beneath Achilles care 
 The Achains Myrmidons, Hellenians bear ; 
 The same their motion and the chief the same. 
 Great Agamemnon rules the numerous band 
 A hundred vessels in long order stand 
 And crowded nations wait his dread command, 
 High on the deck the king of men appears. 
 And his refulgent arms in triumph wears ; 
 Proud of his host, unrivall'd in his reign, 
 In silent pomp he moves along the main. 
 His brother follows and to vengeance warms 
 The hardy Spartans exercised in arms ; 
 These o'er the bending ocean, Helen's cause 
 In sixty ships with Menelaus draws. 
 
 In ninety sail from Pylos' coast 
 Nestor the sage conducts his chosen host. 
 Experienced Nestor, in persuasion skiUed 
 Words, sweet as honey from lips dispelVd 
 Iwo generations now had passed away, 
 V-'ise by his rules and happy by his sway, 
 Two ages over his native land he reigned 
 And now the example of the third remaMied. 
 
 V\^ith these appear the Salamanian bands 
 
 (Pope Illiad Bk. 2) 
 Whom the gigantic Telamon commands 
 In twelve black ships to troy they steer their course 
 And with the great Athenians join their force. 
 
 Fierce Ajax led the Locrian squadrons on, 
 Ajax, the less, Oileus' valiant son ; 
 Skill'd to direct the flying dart aright ; 
 Swift in pursuit and active in the fight. 
 
 Cretes hundred cities pour forth all her sons, 
 
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These marched, Idomeneus, beneath thy care. 
 
 Telemachus went up 
 The vessels side, but Pallas first embarked, 
 And at the stern sat down, while next to her 
 Telemachus was seated. Then the crew 
 Cast loose the fastenings and went all on board 
 And took their places on he lower seats. 
 While blue-eyed Pallas sent a favoring breeze, 
 A fresh wind from the West, that murmuring swept. 
 
 The dark blue main, Telemachus sent forth, 
 The word to wield the tackle ; they obeyed 
 And raised the flr-tree mast and fitting it 
 Into its socket, bound it fast with cords. 
 And drew and spread with firmly twisted ropes 
 The shining sails on high. The steady wind 
 Swelled out the canvass in the midst ; the ship 
 Moved on the dark sea roaring round the kneel. 
 And swiftly through the waves she cleft her way. 
 My diamonds are the streaming tears 
 That poureth down like rain 
 My wishes are the rugged piers 
 That bear the bridge of pain. 
 
 Toward thee I lift my trembling hands 
 
 I vow to thee I pray 
 
 To die before I make a stand 
 
 In life another day. 
 
 O heaven let thy jewel'd sun 
 
 Upon me shine no more 
 
 For I have lost the happy one 
 
 Whom I do now adore. 
 
 O heaven hear my earnest prayer 
 
 Sun, hide behind a cloud 
 
 Until this dagger reaps its share 
 
 And in my breast has plough'd. 
 
 Enore in grief on Idas fair mountain stood 
 
 And as she wept the Sun seemed filled with blood. 
 
 PROLESILAUS THE BRAE 
 
 Who now lay silent in the gloomy grave: 
 The first who bodly touched the Trojan shore 
 And died a Phrydian lance with Grecian gore. 
 There lies, far distant from his native plain. 
 And her sad consort beats her breast in vain. 
 
 "Thou knowst the Delphis oracle foretold 
 
 That the first Greek who toucht the Trojan strand 
 
 Should die, but me the throat could not withhold, 
 
 A generous cause a victim did demand, 
 
 And forth I leaped upon the sandy plain, 
 
 A self -devoted chief — by Hector slain. 
 
 Upon the side 
 Of Hellespont (such fort was entertained) 
 A knot of spiry trees for ages grew 
 
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From out the tree of him for whom she died, 
 And ever, when such stature tliey had gained. 
 That Illiums walls were subject to their view, 
 The trees tall summits withered at the sight. 
 
 Divine Aeneas brings the Darden race, 
 Archilochus and Achains divide 
 The warriors toils and combat by his side, 
 The Lycian forces were led by Sarpedon 
 A chief who let to Troy's beleagured wall 
 A host of heroes and outshines them all. 
 
 Ye sons of Greece in triumph bring 
 
 The corpse of Hector, and your paeans sing 
 
 Hector is dead and Illion is no more." 
 
 For was Hector 
 The boast of Natsons the defense of Troy ! 
 To whom her safety and her fame she owed 
 Her chief, her hero and almost her god. 
 
 And from the strand of Darden where they fought, 
 
 To Simois' reedy banks the red blood ran. 
 
 Whose waves to imitate the battle sought 
 
 With swelling ridges ; and heir ranks began 
 
 To break upon the galled shore and then 
 
 Retire again to meet greater ranks. 
 
 They join and shoot their foam at Simois bank^. 
 
 The tenth year of the war captured Chryses 
 Brought pestilence upon the sons of Greece. 
 
 Her father pleads 
 Ye kings and warriors ! may your vows be crowned 
 And Troy's poud walls lie level with the ground. 
 May Jove restore you when your toils areo'er 
 Safe to the plasure of your native shore, 
 But Oh ! relieve a wretched parents pain. 
 And give Chryses to these arms again." 
 The aged Trojan with a heart of pain 
 Thus pleaded to Agamennon in vain 
 With brow declining lige suns evening arys 
 li.^ivenword he loos and to Apollo pvays. 
 
 "O Smintheus ! if I ever helped to deck 
 
 Thy glorious temple, if I ever burned 
 
 Upon thy alter the fat thighs of goats 
 
 And bullocks, grant my prayer, and let thy shafts 
 
 Avenge upon the Greeks the tears I shed. 
 
 Achilles bades Calcheas speak the final 
 Of oracle, to chief of grecian Lords. 
 
 "Thus in turt 
 1 threaten thee, since Pheobus takes away 
 Chryses I will send her in my ships 
 And with my friends and coming to thy tent 
 Will bear away the fair cheeked maid, thy prize. 
 
Brises, that thou kuow how far I stand 
 
 Above thee, aucl that other Clues may fear 
 
 To measure strength with me and drawing power. 
 
 Thus Achilles speaks.... 
 "Tremendous oath, inviolate to kings 
 By this I swear : when bleeding Greece again 
 Shall call Achilles, she shall call in vain 
 
 The aged Nestor with fast dimming eyes 
 Says when he sees Achilles lose his prize 
 "Forbid it Gods! Acilles should be lost, 
 The pride of Greece, and bulwark of our host." 
 
 Rising from that strife of words the twain 
 Dissolved the assembly at the Greecian fleet, 
 To Eurybates, Talthybius, Agemmon said 
 As if ye were a Hellenic God-head 
 ''Go ye to where Achilles holds his tent 
 And take the fair Brises by the hand, 
 And bring her hither, If he yield her not 
 I shall come forth to claim her with a band 
 Of warriors, and it shall be worse for him. 
 
 Achilles' wrath to Greece the direful spring 
 
 Of woes unnumbered heavenly goddess sing 
 
 Thy wrath which hurled to Pluto's gloomy reign. 
 
 The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain 
 
 Those limbs unburied on thenaked shore. 
 
 Devouring dogs and hungry vulture tore : 
 
 Since great Achilles and Artrides srove 
 
 Such was the soveriegn doom, and such the will of Jove 
 
 Man's first disobedience and the fruit 
 
 Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste 
 
 Brought death into the world and all our woe. 
 
 With loss of Eden, till one greater man 
 
 Restore us and regain the blissful seat 
 
 Sing, heavenly, Muse, that on the secret top 
 
 Of oreb or of Sinai didst inspire 
 
 That shepard who first taught the chosen seed 
 
 Iji the beginning how the heavens and the Eerth 
 
 Rose out of chaos ; or of Zion hill 
 
 Delight thee more, and Siloam's brook that flowed 
 
 Fast by the oracle of God I thence 
 
 Invoke thy aid, to my advent'rous song. 
 
 Thus Thetes plead 
 O Jupiter my father, if among 
 The mortals I have ever given thee aid 
 Honor thy son whose life is doomed to end. 
 So soon, for Agamemmon king of men. 
 Hath done him shameful wrong : 
 Jens that rolls the clouds of heaven 
 Her addressing answers then.. 
 Moonstruck thou art even trowing ; never I escape thy ken 
 
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Afer all it boots thee nothing, leaves me of thy heart the 
 
 less 
 So thou hast the worser bargain, what if I the fact confess? 
 It was done because I willed it, Hold thy place, my word 
 
 obey, 
 Lest if I come near, and on thee these unconquered hands 
 
 I lay. 
 All the gods that hold Olympus naught avail thee here 
 to-day 
 
 Thus the blest gods the genial day prolong 
 
 In feass and ambrosial and celestial song. 
 
 Apollo turned the lyre ; the music round 
 
 With voice alternate aid the silvery sound 
 
 The Sceptered rulers lead ; the following host, 
 
 Poured forth by thousands, darkens all the coast. 
 
 With deeper murmers and more hoarse alarm ; 
 
 Along the region runs the deafening sound 
 
 Beneath their footsteps groans the trembling ground. 
 
 So was the whole assembly swayed ; they ran 
 
 With tumult to the ships ! beneath their feet 
 
 Rose clouds of dust, each exorted each 
 
 To seize the ships and drag them to the deep. 
 
 Says Agamemmon 
 Warriors like you with strength and wisdom blest 
 By brave example should confirm the rest. 
 Back to the assembly roll the thronging train, 
 Desert the ships and pour upon the plain. 
 
 Another day 
 The Trojan host moved on 
 With shouts and clang of arms, as when a cry 
 Of cranes is in the air, that fly South 
 From winter and its mighty breath of rain 
 Wing their way over ocean. 
 
 But silently the Greeks 
 
 Went forward, breathing their valor mindful still 
 
 To aid each other in the coming fray. 
 
 And round him one can only see as far 
 
 As one can hurl a stone, — such was the cloud 
 
 Of dust that from the warrior's trampling feet 
 
 Rose round their rapid march and filled the air. 
 
 Menelaus felt 
 Great joy when Paris of godly form 
 Appeared in sight, for now he thought to wreak 
 His vengeance on the guilty one and straight 
 Sprung from his car to earth with all his arms. 
 
 But Paris : 
 As one who meets within a mountain glade 
 A serpent starts aside with sudden fright 
 And Takes the backward way with trembling limbt. 
 
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Witb Hector's -Just rebuke doth Paris 
 
 "Cause the Trojans and the Greeks 
 
 To pause from battle, while between host, 
 
 I and the warlike Meuelaus strive 
 
 In single fight for Helen and her wealtli. 
 
 Menelaus said : 
 Now hear me also, — -me whose spirit feels 
 The wrong most keenly. I propose that now 
 The Greeks and Trojans separate reconcil'd 
 For greatly have ye suffered for the sake 
 Of this My quarrel, and the original fault 
 Of Paris. Whomsoever fate ordains 
 To perish, let him die ; But let the rest 
 Be from this moment reconcil'd and part. 
 
 And aged Priam viewing 
 Helen standing b.v remarks : 
 "No crime of thine our present suffering draws, 
 Not thou , but heavens disposing will, the cause 
 The gods these armies and this fore employ 
 The hostile gods conspire the fate. 
 
 No wonder such celestial charms 
 For nine long years have set the world at arms ; 
 What winning graces ! What majestic mien 
 She moves a goddes and she looks a queen. 
 Yet hence, O heaven ! convey that fatal face. 
 And from destruction save the Trojan race. 
 
 Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, 
 And burnt the topless towers of Illium? 
 Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss — 
 
 Her lips suck forth my soul ; see where it flies 
 Here will I dwell for heaven is in these lips, 
 And all is dross that is not Helen 
 Oh, thou art finer than evening air 
 Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars ; 
 Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter. 
 When he appeared to hapless Semele : 
 And none but thou shalt be my paramour. 
 
 Priam inquires of her 
 "Who that 
 
 Around whose brow such martial graces shine. 
 So tall, so awful and almost divine? 
 "What is he whose arms lie scattered on the plain? 
 Broad is his breast and shoulders larger spread, 
 Though great Atrides overtops his head. 
 Nor yet appear his care and conduct small 
 From rank to rank he moves and orders all. 
 
 The king then askedas yet the camp he viewed, 
 What chief is that with giant strength endued ; 
 Whose brown shoulders and whose swelling chest, 
 And lofty statue far exceed the rest? 
 
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Paris withdrew 
 To Menelaus Pandoras arrow flew 
 Pallas assists and weakened in its force 
 Diverts the weapon from its destined course. 
 So from her babe when slumber seals his eye 
 The watchful mother wafts the envenomed fly. 
 
 Then Nestor 
 
 The cavalry with steeds and cars replaced 
 
 In front. A vast and valiant multitude 
 
 Of infantry he stationed in the rear, 
 
 To be the bulwark of the war. Between 
 
 He made the faint of spirit take their place, 
 
 To combat with the res. 
 
 Then he said 
 "Let no man too vain of horsemanship, 
 And trusting in his valor dare advance 
 Beyond the rest to attack the men of Troy 
 Nor let him fall behind the rest to make 
 Our ranks the weaker. Whoso from his car 
 Can reach an enemj' let him stand and strike, 
 With his long spear for tis the shewder way. 
 
 Pallas and Tythides Diomede 
 
 Gave strength and courage, that he might appear 
 
 Among the Achains greatly eminent. 
 
 And win a glorious name. 
 
 Father of heaven and earth ! deliver thou 
 Achaias host from darkness ; clear the skies, 
 Give day, and since thy sovereign will is such 
 Destruction with it ; but oh give us day ! 
 
 Eight brazen spokes in radiant order flame 
 
 The circles gold of uncorrupted frame, 
 
 Such as the heavens produce ; and round the gold 
 
 Two brazen rings of work divine were roU'd 
 
 The bossy waves of solid silver shone. 
 
 Braces of gold suspend the moving throne. 
 
 The car, behind an arching figure bore ; 
 
 The bending concaves formed, an arch before. 
 
 Sliver the beam, the extended yoke was gold 
 
 And golden reins the immortal courses hold 
 
 Stentor the strong, endued with brazen fury around 
 
 Diomede tirew^ 
 Whose threat surpassed the force of fifty tongues. 
 
 Said Agamemnon : 
 Now be at least one wish of mine fulfilled. 
 That we may yet escape and get us hence; 
 Nor let the Trojans thus the destroy the Greeks. 
 
 Says famous archer: 
 "In an evil hour 
 
 I took my bow and quiver from the wall 
 And came to lead the Trojans for the sake of Hector. 
 
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Son of Tydeus strikes 
 
 Headlong he falls, his helmet knocks the ground 
 Earth groans beneath him, and his arms resound. 
 And threats aloud the Greeks with longing eyes 
 Behold at distance, but forbear the prize. 
 
 For that day 
 
 Saw many a Trojan slain and many a Greek 
 
 Stretched side by side upon the bloody field. 
 
 Hector is warned : 
 
 He admonished all 
 
 Duly to importune the gods in prayer, 
 
 For woe he said was near to many a one. 
 
 "Inflaming wine, penicious to mankind, 
 Unnerves the limbs and dulls the noble mind 
 Hecuba looking in her fair husband's eyes 
 Deeply immersed in remorse and sorrow cries 
 "O let the earth 
 
 Be heaped above my head in death before 
 I hear thy cries as thou art borne away." 
 
 Hector replies 
 
 "O Jupiter and all ye deities 
 Vouchsafe that this my son may yet become 
 Among the Trojans eminent like me 
 And nobly rule te Illium. 
 
 The chief. 
 Beheld and moved with tender pitysmoothed 
 Her forehead gently with his hand and said 
 "Sorrow not thus beloved one for me. 
 No living man can send me to the shades 
 Before my time ; no man of woman born 
 Coward or brave, can shun his destiny. 
 
 He bore his spear, 
 
 Holding it in the middle and pressed back 
 
 The ranks of Trojans and they all sat down 
 
 And Agamemnon caused the well known greeks, 
 
 To sit down also. 
 
 The mighty Telamon before the Greeks arrayed 
 
 Sent right and left brave Trojans to the shades. 
 
 Alas the herald Idaeas doth command 
 In a loud voice to Greek and Trojan Band, 
 "Cease to contend dear friends in deadly fray 
 Ye both are loved by cloud compelling Jove 
 And both are great in war as all men know 
 The night is come be then the night obeyed. 
 Since then the night extends her gloomy shade, 
 And heaven enjoins it be the night obeyed 
 Between brave ajax to the Grecian friends, 
 And joy the nations, whom his arms defend, 
 
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But let us ou this memorial day, 
 Exchange some gift : thatGreece of Troi'an may say 
 Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend, 
 And each brave foe was in his soul a friend." 
 
 Then they both departed — one 
 
 To join the Grecian host and one to meet 
 
 The Trojan people, who rejoiced to see 
 
 Hecor alive, unwounded and now safe 
 
 From the great might and irresistible arm 
 
 Of Ajax. Straightway to the town they led 
 
 Him for whose life they scarce had dared to hope, 
 
 And Ajax also by the well armed Greeks 
 
 Exulting in his feat of arms was brought 
 
 To noble Agamemnon. 
 
 On the next day these cried : 
 "Send we the argive Helen, back with all 
 Her treasures : let the sons of Alreas lead 
 The dame away ; for now we wage the war 
 After our faith is broken and I deem 
 "We cannot prosper till we make amends." 
 
 All wailing, silently they bore away 
 
 Their slaughtered friends, and heaped them on the pyre, 
 
 With aching hearts, and when they had consumed 
 
 The dead with fire, returned to hallowed Troy, 
 
 The nobly-armed Achians also heaped 
 
 Their slaughtered warriors on the funeral pile 
 
 With aching hearts, and when they had consumed 
 
 Their dead with fire, they sought their hallowed ships. 
 
 Spoke Poesidon. 
 Now will the fame 
 
 Of this their work go forth where-ever shines 
 The light of day and when men will quite forget 
 The wall which once we built, with toiling hands 
 Phoebus, Apollo and myself around 
 The city of renown Laomedon. 
 
 Jove willed. 
 
 This day the gods who dare to interfere with motalg 
 
 Must descend 
 
 Deep, deep in the great gulf below the earth 
 
 With iron gates the threshold forged with brass 
 
 So high in hope they sat the whole night thru 
 
 In warlike lines, and many watchfires blazed. 
 
 Agamemnon on the morn in sorrow spoke 
 
 "I erred and I deny it not 
 
 That man indeed is equal to a host. 
 
 And sent his messengers for the brave Achilles. 
 
 Amused, at ease, the god-like man they found 
 
 Pleased with the harps harmonious sound 
 
 (The well wrought harp from conquered Thebae came, 
 
 Of polish'd silver was its costly frame) 
 
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With this she soothes his soul and sings 
 The immortal deeds of heroes and of kings. 
 
 Said he 
 "Twelve cities have I with my feet laid waste 
 And with my Myrmidons have I o'erthrown 
 Eleven upon this fertile Trojan coast. 
 Full many a precious spoil from these I bore, 
 And to Atrides Agamemnon gave 
 He loitering in his fleet, received them all, 
 Few he distrusted and many kept. 
 
 The God Neptune 
 Yoked his swift and brazen-footed steeds 
 With manes of flowing gold, to draw his car 
 And put on golden mail and took his scourge 
 Wrought of fiine gold, and climbed its chariot seat 
 And rode upon the wavee.. 
 
 Thus Juno speaks: 
 Now, Neptune, give the Greeks thy earnest aid 
 And though it be for a little space 
 While Jupiter yet slumbers let them win 
 the glory of the day for I have wrapt 
 His senses in a general lethargy. 
 
 Hector led 
 
 The van in rapid march, before him walked 
 
 Fhoebus the terrible aegis in his hand 
 
 Dazzling bright within his shaggy fringe 
 
 By vulcan forged the great article 
 
 And given to Jupiter, with which to rout 
 
 Armies of men. With this hand he led 
 
 The assailants on. 
 
 On the blade of that long spear 
 
 The hero took them as they came and slew 
 
 In close encounter twelve before the fleet 
 
 In that scattered conflict of the chiefs 
 
 Each argive slew a warrior. 
 
 One speaks seeing brave Palroclus 
 Achilles friend, in his own armor fall. 
 "Hector thou art pursuing what thy fleet 
 Will never overtake, the steeds which draw 
 The Chariot of Achilles." 
 
 Said Glancus, 
 
 To him who from the field will drag and bring 
 
 The slain Patrochus to the Trojan knights 
 
 Compelling Ajax to give way to him. 
 
 I yield up half the spoil; the other half 
 
 I keep, and let his glory equal mine. 
 
 They of lUium strove 
 
 To drag it to the city, they ofGreece 
 
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To bear it to a fleet. 
 
 Achilles filled with rage and disgust 
 
 Hears he sad news from Nestors' son Antilochus, 
 
 Of his friend Patrochus death, 
 
 And to his goddess mother in one breath 
 
 He sealed the fate of Hector. 
 
 Says he : 
 "No wish 
 
 Have I to live or to concern myself 
 In men's affairs, that Hector first 
 Pierced by my spear, shall yield his life and pay 
 The debt of vengeance for patrochus slain. 
 
 Says Thetus: 
 Goddess mother to her son 
 "Ah hen I see thee dying, see thee dead." 
 When Hector falls, thou diest. 
 Go Ihou to the trench and show thyselr 
 To hem of Troy that haply smit with foar 
 I'hey may desist from battle. 
 
 The hi'a:t.s of all who heard that bra>.'M voice 
 
 "VVere iioubled and their steeds w itn flovving manes 
 
 Turned backward with the chariots, such the dread 
 
 Of coming slaughter. 
 
 Thrice o'er the trenches Achilles shouted : Thrice 
 
 The men of Troy and their allies 
 
 Fell in wild disorder. 
 
 Thetus returns 
 Like a falcon in her flight 
 
 Down plunging from Olympus capped with snow 
 She bore he shining armor Vulcan gave. 
 
 Then Achilles said: 
 "Here then my anger ends ; let war succeed 
 And even as Greece has bleed 
 
 Now call the hosts and ry if in our sight z 
 
 Troy shall dare to camp a scond night.'" 
 
 Xanthus spake 
 "Not thru our crime, or slowness in our chance 
 Fell by Patrochus, but by heavenly force. 
 The bright far-shooting god that guilds the day 
 Coufess'd we saw him, tore his arms away. 
 
 Achilles spoke 
 
 I know my fate to die to see no more 
 
 My much loved parents and my native shore 
 
 Enough — when heaven ordains I sink in night 
 
 Now perish Troy : and rushed to fight. 
 
 On seeing Hector 
 
 Achilles began to shout 
 
 Hound as thou art thou hast once escaped 
 
 Thy death for it was near 
 
 Again the hand 
 
 Of Phoebus rescues thee — I shall meet thee yet 
 
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And end thee utterly if any god 
 Favor me also. I will now pursue 
 And strike the other warrior down. 
 
 Thereafter men : 
 
 So plunged in Xanthus by Achilles force, 
 
 Roars the resounding seige with men and horse. 
 
 So Hector spake 
 
 "If ever I return, return I must 
 
 Glorious my countries fervor laid in dust, 
 
 Or if I perish, let her see me fall 
 
 In field at least, fighting for her wall. 
 
 On field and one pursued — 
 
 A brave man fled, a braA'e followed close 
 
 And swiftly both, not for a common prize 
 
 A victim from the herd a bullock hide 
 
 Such as reward the fleet of foot they ran 
 
 The race was for the knightly Hector's life. 
 
 Whom brave Achilles slew 
 
 And dragged his massive body on the plain 
 
 By the will of Jove is the fair Achilles slain 
 
 By arrow of Paris. 
 
 The noblest Hellenes 
 
 Strove for his arms, 
 
 Ulysses winning the barve Ajax alarms. 
 
 Who falling in attempt to slay Ulysses wise, 
 
 And with these words on his good sword dies. 
 
 Come and look on me 
 
 Death, O Death — and yet in yonder world 
 
 1 shall dwell with thee, speak enough with thee ; 
 And thee I call thy light of golden day, 
 
 Thou sun who drivest on thy glorious car, 
 Thee, for this last time never more again ! 
 O light, O sacred land that was my home 
 O Salamis where stands my father's hearth 
 Thy glorious Athens with thy kindred race ; 
 Ye streams and rivers here and Troy's plains 
 To you that fed my life I bid farewell ; 
 This last, last word does Ajax speak to you. 
 All else I speak in Hades to the dead." 
 
 The Grecian then devise a wooden horse 
 
 Their fleet in Neptune's bosom is carried forth 
 
 The horse is left upon the plains of Troy 
 
 Which did the Trojan Laocoan enjoy 
 
 As he sprangly haply from the Trojan gates 
 
 Struck horse with spear and mocked the angered fate*. 
 
 The troubled Trojans sailed upon the sea 
 
 And then returned to know of Destiny 
 
 What the fate of Illium might be. 
 
 Many yet adhere 
 
 To the ancient distaff to the bosom fixed 
 
 Casting the whirling spindle as they walk. 
 
 This was of old in no inglorious days 
 
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The mode of spinning when the Egyptian prince 
 A golden distaff gave that beautious nymph, 
 Too beauteous, Helen, no uncouthly gift. 
 
 That Nepenthus which the wife of Thine 
 In Egypt gave to Jove born Helena, 
 Is of such power to stir up joy as this 
 Is life so friendly or so cool to thrust. 
 
 Thus Ulysses wanders 
 
 As one for a weary space has lain 
 
 Lulled by the song of Circe and her wine 
 
 In gardens near a pale of Proserpine. 
 
 Calchus desired by Ulysses stategy 
 
 Was left to falsely explain the mystery 
 
 With wooden horse alive with Hellenes 
 
 Who carefully were watched by the divine 
 
 Lacoons children enwraped with snakes 
 
 Bade Troian take wooden horse within their gates 
 
 For sacred omen to the great divines 
 
 And to the fateful nymphs of Proserpine. 
 
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 The struggle; vain against the cuvllug strait, 
 
 And gripe and deepening of the dragons grasp 
 
 The old man's clinch the long envenomed chain 
 
 Rivets the living links — the enormous asp 
 
 Enforces pang on pang and stifles gasp on gasp. 
 
 When wooden horse were carried in yrojan walls 
 
 At once the mighty Trojan city falls 
 
 For Greeks, from out the horses finely fought 
 
 While allied chiefs from returning vessels wrought 
 
 Utter destruction the fateful Troy 
 
 Queen Hecuba and Cassandra to Helen 
 
 Soon in the captive ships of Greece were seen. 
 
 Paris returns unscathed to fair Enore 
 
 And Menelaus takes back Helen his heart's own 
 
 Where that Aean isle forgets the main. 
 
 And only the low lutes of love complain 
 
 And only shadows of war, lovers pine. 
 
 As such an one was glad to know the brine 
 
 Salt on his lips and the large air again 
 
 So, gladly from the songs of modern speech 
 
 Men turn to see the stars and feel the free 
 
 Shrill winds beyond the close of heavy flowers ; 
 
 And through the music of the languid hours 
 
 They hear like ocean on a western beach 
 
 The surge and thunder of the Odyrsey winds 
 
 Sip melodiously the music of Proserpine. 
 
 WANDERS ULSSES ON THE ISLE OF AEAEA 
 
 If swine we be, — if we indeed be swine, 
 Daughter of Perse make us swine indeed. 
 Well pleased on littered straw to lie supine. 
 Well pleased on mast and acorn shales to feed. 
 Stirred by all insticts of the bestial breed; 
 
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But O merciful, O pitiless ! 
 
 Leave us not thus with sick men's hearts to bleed 
 To waste long days in yearning dumb distress 
 And memory of things gone and hoplessness. 
 
 Alas the drift to Calypsos Island. 
 A garden vine, luxuriant on all sides 
 Mantled the spacious cavern, cluster lining 
 Profuse : four fountains of serenest lymph. 
 Their sinuous coiirse pursuing side by side 
 Strayed all around and everywhere appeared. 
 Meadows of softest verdure, purpled o'er, 
 With violets, it was a scene to fill 
 A god from heaven with wonder and delight. 
 
 Ulysses and his men in land of Phoenicians dwells 
 
 Amid her sweet perfumes and flowered dells. 
 
 The languid sunset, mother of roses 
 
 Lingers a light on the magic sea. 
 
 The wide fire flames, as a flower uncloses. 
 
 Heavy with odor and loose to the breeze 
 
 The red rose clouds, without law or leader, 
 
 Gather and float in the airy plain ; 
 
 The nightengale sings to the dewy cedar 
 
 The cedar scatters its scent to the main. 
 
 The strange flower perfume turns to singing, 
 
 Heard afar over the moonlit seas 
 
 The sirens song grown faint in winging 
 
 Falls in scent on the cedar trees. 
 
 Deep in the woods as the twilight darkens 
 Glades are red with the scented fire ; 
 Far in the dell the white maid barkens 
 Songs and sighs to her heart's desire. 
 Oydessey. 
 
 All have heard of the wreck of his raft 
 
 Caused by the dart of Apollo's shaft. 
 
 His escape by swimming, his relief by the princess 
 
 When the sweet melliferous warblings of the Siren* 
 
 commences. 
 The gods have lied to me. 
 When they foretold I should see Ithica. 
 
 Ulysses sees the bard. 
 Dear to the Muse 
 
 Who yet appointed him both good and ill 
 Took from him sight, but gave him strains divine. 
 Then his destiny released , 
 
 Old Argus soon as he had lived to see 
 Ulysses in the twentieth year restored. 
 
 Roman Virgil, thou that singest 
 Illion's lofty temples robed in fire 
 Illions falling, Rome arising. 
 Wars, and filial faith and Didos pyre. 
 
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Landscape lover, lord of language 
 
 More than he who sang the works and days 
 
 All the chosen corn of fancy 
 
 Flashing out from many a golden phrase ; 
 
 Light among the vanish'd ages 
 
 Star that gildest yet this phantom shore : 
 
 Golden branch amid the shadows 
 
 King and realms that pass to rise no more. 
 
 Now the Rome of slaves hath perished 
 And the Rome of freedom holds her place 
 I, from out the Northern Island 
 Sunder'd once from all the human race. 
 I salute the mantavano, 
 I that loved thee since my day began, 
 Wielder of the statliest measure 
 Ever molded by the lips of man. 
 
 SONG OF THE Sff VDES 
 
 Here we come, here we come 
 Though we are a little troublesome 
 We have come but not to stay 
 To christen Ardels wedding day ^ 
 
 With morning tears of silver dew 
 That do assume a golden hue 
 As upon our cheeks they sit 
 Inquirnig are the heavens wet. 
 With earnest tears of joy sublime 
 As into eternity hath flown from time 
 The subject of this little rhyme. 
 
 The hyacynth and vesper bell 
 
 Shed tears of dew for thee Ardel 
 
 The geranium and the rose of heath 
 
 Also weep to know thou wedded death. 
 
 The violet with outstretched arms 
 
 Bestows on thee her velvet charms 
 
 The verdent moss the running vine 
 
 O'er your sodded mausoleum doth climb 
 
 From whose summit doth windows peer, 
 
 Tended by the invidious maidens of the achen spear 
 
 From whose eyelids drippeth golden tears. 
 
 In reverence to thou Nonpareal 
 
 Whom the gods have called Ardel 
 
 The soothing breath of Aura's breeze 
 
 The shady leaves of Daphnes trees 
 
 The gorgeous light of the rising sun 
 
 Wain Bear and the Constellation Arion 
 
 Minerva Juno and fair Aphrodite 
 
 Doth thy pathway to the heavens light 
 
 As gentle Aura guides thee on Arethusas stream 
 
 And the golden rays of the heavens gleam 
 
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Ill thy fair shade in the land of dreams. 
 
 On that eventful day of June 
 The priest stabs her as she swoon 
 But by the will of the destines 
 Dies hero from those coward lines. 
 
 Who views the maidens spirit mute 
 Mid harpies of the mygdauian lute 
 Brewing death in the maiden's eyes, 
 Disdains his cowardly hosts and cries 
 The tires that in my bosom rise 
 Can't be suppressed til death 
 Me earth no longer satisfies 
 Lest God returns her breath. 
 
 Vengeance upon that wicked priest 
 That blamed accursed knave 
 "Who doubly wronged the poor deceased 
 And drove her to her grave. 
 
 Ring out sweet bells of heaven, ring 
 God may this saint be blest 
 Like other saints — as I, O king; 
 With her in heaven rest. 
 
 (Arch Gaus, standing before altar and addressing) 
 (Audience, Virtule lures, vortate securus, virtus sol«) 
 (nobilitat, vincit inardeam incendit vires, arete) 
 (firtior, vivit post funera, est semper vundes) 
 
 Lives here a priest with soul so dumb 
 
 That ne'er into his heart has come, 
 
 This inference virtuous woman born 
 
 To guide aright the step of man 
 
 With both sweet love and friendships hauk. 
 
 Was never made to scorn 
 
 Oh, lives here one with such a soul 
 
 That ne'er within his ear hath stole 
 
 The echo — to virtuous dame is given 
 
 Those qualities pure, true and chaste 
 
 Which tend to share the human race. 
 
 The brotherhood of heaven. 
 
 If such be found within our fold, 
 
 Save he who this dame's honor stole 
 Save he whose trembling sinews tell 
 He well deserves the curse of hell. 
 
 If any save this coward priest 
 Who triply wronged the poor deceased 
 Let him be tortured ,scorned and shamed 
 Let him be accursed, debauched and blamed 
 Though titles entwine his honored name 
 And riches give him endless fame. 
 
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Though he be most profound in law 
 A towering diplomat of awe 
 Though nobly he in battle fought 
 Let him like carrion sink to naught 
 Let him be sneered at and despised. 
 
 Let each foul means which imps devise 
 Drop doubly hard upon his halls 
 And prythe when he to heaven calls 
 May vengeance from the king on high 
 Condemn with wrath the wretch to die 
 But ere the sturdy angel death 
 Comes to choke out his parting breath, 
 May earth refuse, her son a home 
 And when you die the dust a tomb 
 The reed its presence, the Sun its light 
 The Moon's soft rays which gleam at night 
 And prythe faith may a little star 
 Inform thee hell's gate stands ajar 
 To thee the breadt of evil fruit 
 Demured, debauched and destitute. 
 
 GUILTY PRIEST (A PRAYER) 
 
 Prythe all the joy Orpheus tones incited 
 Could not epress the billionth part of -joy 
 My soul received when hers took flight to 
 Heaven, O child, O martyr, Saint, Heavenly angel, 
 Pilgrim in whom exists my aspirations, 
 Priceless, immortal, redeemed lamb of God. 
 
 A pure and noble life to give 
 
 A purer heart a cleaner mind 
 
 Virtue will help ye all to find 
 
 A higher purpose a nobler thought 
 
 Ye all may be led by virtue taught. 
 
 A higher moral, a prouder life 
 
 A truer husband, a purer wife 
 
 A nobler lad, a sweeter lassie, 
 
 A dearer prayer, a greater mass 
 
 A higher priest, a nobler nun 
 
 African, Anglo, Turk or Hun, 
 
 Than thou O virtue, can't be found. 
 
 Banner that ne'er hath swept the ground. 
 
 Priest : 
 
 Eipe wisdom seek O son of man 
 
 Do for education what you can 
 
 For the ripe fruit which wisdom gains 
 
 When gathered once fore'er remains. 
 
 Feast on it sons, with all your heart 
 Learn of its excellence, its art 
 Ah grasp that everlasting power 
 The garb, the trousseau of the hour 
 
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The force your being should employ 
 To assure your soul the fruit of joy 
 To show in boundless reach all good 
 In toils and pains beautitude. 
 
 Whom fate has marked to leave for my salvation thy sacred 
 tears which wash the throne of God, I foster the visage of 
 thy sanctity, in my heart, and hope thru thy tender mer- 
 cies my soul spending its last moment on earth will be wel- 
 come before thee and th celestial angels in the kingdom of 
 of my father. 
 
 Arch Gaus. 
 
 To virtuous and ennobling heights aspire 
 
 As ants let not thy efforts tire 
 
 For only through this wondrous plan 
 
 Can life build the more perfect man 
 
 Can men accomplish and attain 
 
 And tell the priceless worth of gain, 
 
 Measure a way by which to live. 
 
 Let in yoTir darkened soul the light 
 
 Which makes the brightest day of night 
 
 Wisdom and power take forsooth 
 
 Nears cleanliness, godliness and truth. 
 
 So spake the three and to the shade 
 Were sent the eloquent three that played 
 With knaves around the maiden's heart 
 Who perished for the world of art 
 Thus from the historic muses nine 
 Was dropped the tale of Proserpine. 
 THE END 
 
 MARTYR AND MAN 
 
 Empires and kingdoms hail thy name 
 
 America's peerless star 
 
 Mountains and seas thy worth proclaim 
 
 Thou mighty man of war 
 
 The dewy eyes of precious dawn 
 
 Weep for thee Attucks alone 
 
 Thou livest still, though thou art gone, 
 
 To thine eternal home. 
 
 Each morning's breeze whispers its praise 
 
 To thou guardian of Liberty 
 
 The howling winds the heavens raise, 
 
 Crispus Attucks in praise of thee 
 
 Morn's sweet undaunted rising sun 
 
 The rosy tinted dawn 
 
 Resteth their glorious smiles upon 
 
 The pride of America's lawn. 
 
 When happy day bids man farewell 
 Birdies sing to sweet twilight 
 
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The white rose, red rose vesper belle 
 Ah too the lilly white, 
 Shed soft tears of midnight dew 
 P'or thou Nonpariel. 
 
 England itself doth sorely rue 
 
 The day thou said farewell 
 
 In every twinkling star that shines 
 
 Is shown thy peerless fame 
 
 The heavens proclaim the great Di^^ne 
 
 Has written in blood thy name 
 
 For thou wert born to thy country fair 
 
 As well as thy mother dear 
 
 Thou rather sought death's sweet despair, 
 
 Than see reduced the vassalage here 
 
 The only fatherland to thee known, 
 
 Th only one loved and adored by thee. 
 
 The country of thine and mine own. 
 The sweet land of liberty 
 Soft is the muse, sweet the basoon 
 Which flows from heaven's lyre 
 Divine praise from the silver moon 
 Shower on thee like living fire. 
 
 The Isles of Brittany was shaken 
 
 When America thou freed 
 
 Thou Shalt never be forsaken 
 
 For America's liberty first didst thou bleed 
 
 'Twas thou who clipped the only chord 
 
 By which England held us bound. 
 
 'Twas thou who never sheathed thy sword 
 
 'Til America's liberty was found. 
 
 As long as these United States 
 
 Of America, a Republic remain 
 
 So long Shalt the undaunted fates 
 
 Sing the this soothing strain. 
 
 Long maintain old glory 
 Float on to victory 
 Keep thy banners waving 
 Both over land and sea 
 One whom thou wert enslaTing 
 Gave to thee thy liberty 
 Enabled the old glory 
 To float on to victory. 
 
 Float on, float on old glory 
 
 Float on to victory 
 
 He whom thou wert enslaving 
 
 Ts marching on with theee 
 
 With his rich soul craving 
 
 To bleed as Attucks bled for the«, 
 
 Float on, float on old glory, 
 
 Float on to victory. 
 
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Long maintain old glory 
 Float on to victory 
 One who thou wert enslaving 
 Is marching on with thee, 
 On the book of time engraving 
 He loveth his liberty 
 liOng maintain old glory, 
 Float on to victory. 
 
 Float on, float on old glory, 
 Float on to victory 
 He who thou wert enslaving 
 It! marching on with thee 
 Thy pathway of prayers paving 
 As Attucks who died for thee 
 Float on, float on old glory. 
 Float on to victory. 
 
 Float on, float on old glory 
 Banner ne'er fringe the soiled dust. 
 As thou floatest on to victory 
 Let Attucks not in thy memory rust. 
 Ah that noble lad of Boston 
 Who was formerly a slave 
 Trumpet it from every rostrum 
 Enabled thy banner fair to wave. 
 
 REFRAIN 
 
 Wave glory wave 
 
 O'er tomb of the brave 
 
 O'er land of the free 
 
 And the home of the brave. 
 
 Triumphantly unfurl o'er the great ocean wave 
 
 On land and sea wave glory wave. 
 
 SUNSET IN THE WEST 
 
 She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep 
 
 The land where the cattle low. 
 
 The land where plateau rams climb the mountain steep 
 
 And bleet for the lambs below. 
 
 She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep, 
 Where mischevious North winds blow 
 Oft blinding persons, horses, cattle and sheep, 
 With mists of the sand and the snow. 
 
 She dwells inthe land of the sunbright deep. 
 Where Auras soft breezes blow, 
 And the timber wolves thru the forests leap. 
 At the hoofs a frightened roe. 
 
 She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep, 
 Where silvery gardens glow, 
 
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Where preys on the mountain sheep. 
 And the Lampkins sylvan rivnlets flow. 
 
 She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep 
 Where meadows of clover are strewn 
 Where the mourning doves make the willows weep 
 As the giant oaks are hewn. 
 
 She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep 
 
 The laud of the cavern and glen, 
 
 Where innocent women abundantly reap 
 
 The harvests of the noblest of men. 
 
 She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep, 
 
 Where wanders the misses nine, 
 
 Where the silvery clouds that heavenward peep 
 
 Do the towering mounts enshrine. 
 
 She dwells in the landof the sunbright deep, 
 The land of the golden grain 
 The land where the turtle and tortoise creep, 
 The land where the big bear Mose was slain. 
 
 She dwells in the land of the sunbright deep. 
 Where the Angelus ringeth so clear, 
 Tn the song birds notes that cleverly keep 
 The record of each day of the year. 
 
 She dwells in the landof the sunbright deep, 
 
 Where travelers and huntsmen roam, 
 
 Where the shepherd dog bays while the ranchman sleeps 
 
 The vermin that would devastate his home. 
 
 She dwells in the land of the golden beam 
 With countenance like the fair Enone, 
 The land of the shepherd dog's master's dream, 
 The land of the midnight sun. 
 
 MY MOTTO. 
 
 He who from gulf to sea 
 
 Glides thru the endless air with boundless joy 
 Tn his leisure sti'oll has taught me 
 I'erseverance is but the making of a boy. 
 
 BREEZE LAKE 
 
 I like to view the oracle 
 Flit thru the breezes rare, 
 I like to hear the butchers carol 
 Float on the morning air. 
 
 I like to hear canaries dirge, 
 Ee-echo thro the glen, 
 I like to see the little birch 
 Enamored by the wren. 
 
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I like to view the cotton-tail, 
 Bathe in the sylvan pond, 
 I like to hear the nightingale. 
 Sing of her memories fond. 
 
 I like to view the ewe deloused, 
 At the sylvan waters brink, 
 When suddenly he is aroused 
 By the song of the bob-o-link. 
 
 I like to learn the bullfrogs croak. 
 As they dive in thy streams supine, 
 I like to view the giant oak. 
 That thy sylvan waters enshrine. 
 
 I like to view the wild ducks swim, 
 
 On the crest of thy sylvery waves, 
 
 And the mocking bird hopping from limb to limb, 
 
 Sing of Wright Hill cemeteries bemoaned graves. 
 
 I like to see the canvers glide 
 Tranquilly o'er thy pleasant, stream 
 I like to see good swimmers ride. 
 The waves with their loves young dream. 
 
 THE MIND 
 
 What compass hath the wondrous mind. 
 Upon our earthly soil 
 The earth and heavens both combined 
 Afford it ceaseless toil. 
 
 Who dares to e'er try to compass 
 The poles for its boundary. 
 When its immensity doth quite surpass, 
 The vastness of both sky and sea. 
 
 Literature stretchedfrom zone to zone 
 And all earth's history 
 Of deed of nations in days bygone, 
 Cannot serve this mystery. 
 
 Why those who reign with tyranny 
 With wealth and might combined 
 Can neither by bribe nor anarchy. 
 Enslave their humblest subjects' mind. 
 
 THE AWAKENING. 
 
 Aura's sweet breeze on sweet midsummer nights 
 Rises in Africa's torrid clime amid the sprites 
 Of every race who since creation 
 Enslaved a nation. 
 
 And doth enquire of every sprite. 
 The authority of his past right 
 
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To expedite the transportation and freemen to lands beyond 
 
 the sea 
 To be introduced to chattel slavery. 
 
 Lest he seesfit to ravish the native lauds, 
 And disperse the chieftains V)ands 
 To remote quarters and thus enthrone 
 A kingdom of his own. 
 
 Lashing with whips across bare hips, 
 The inuoceut blood of those whose eyelids drip 
 Salt tears each passing day of the year. 
 Thru trembling, pain and fear. 
 
 The Aura rises from mother earth divine. 
 
 And rides the clouds, with lightening for her lines, 
 
 And the four winds her steed 
 
 Bearing the message to the hearts that bleed. 
 
 Children of tribulation diverse arise, 
 To mountain heights and question the skies 
 . .About man's dominion and man's place, 
 Among his brethren of the human race. 
 
 Man may inherit much of the earth's domain, 
 Liberty and riches yet his hopes are vain 
 And the heavens fair he can't appease 
 If humanity he drives on bended knees. 
 
 ION. 
 
 Wandering for years amid the pines. 
 Where the thick underbrush enthrones 
 
 A lad of seven 
 Begged of she whom he saw stand before 
 The threshold of his dear mother's door 
 To be forgiven. 
 
 For wandering to that lonely place 
 AVhere hers the only human face 
 
 Had shown for years 
 Because she chose to be alone 
 In the wilderness where lost Ion, 
 
 Spent seven years. 
 
 Wandering thru the forest wild. 
 With daring eyes, triumphant smile, 
 
 And brow aglow 
 With radiant light of unshorn truth 
 And sweet simplicity of youth 
 
 Mounted on a roe. 
 
 That bounded swiftly o'er the plain 
 Crossed and recrossed mount and lane 
 Valley and swamp, 
 
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Crushed underhoof the fenny snake, 
 Forded the brooklet and the lake 
 
 By the miners camp. 
 Onward thru the forest sped 
 The roe until his ankle bled 
 
 To woods unknown 
 Remember reader til this day 
 Is sung the sweet New England lay 
 
 Of lost Ion. 
 
 To fairyland hath mother fled 
 Tommie the little orphan said 
 
 I'll never Dear 
 To have Ion's mother foster me 
 And with equal affection fondle she 
 
 Her rightful heir. 
 Nearly all my fondest hopes have flown, 
 From me hath little sister gone 
 
 My parents too 
 Come let me be thy mother child 
 O how I love to see thee smile 
 
 My Tommie drew. 
 
 Tears trickled softly o'er Tommie's cheek 
 He tried in vain but could not speak 
 
 The maiden said 
 Thine efforts Tom are not in vain, 
 Sayest thou a thousand times in pain 
 
 Thy mother's dead. 
 
 With sturdy look and mutual sigh 
 One gazed within the others eye 
 
 With discontent 
 The maiden dropped a little shy 
 Lest Tom discover in her eye 
 
 Much merriment 
 Stay let me roam the forest wild 
 I'll bring thee back thy sister child 
 
 Ere many moons. 
 
 With bowie knife of trusty steel 
 Courageous limb and heart of zeal 
 
 Lest she be slain 
 Fair damsel let a lantern burn 
 On yonder shelf until I return 
 
 With great alarms, 
 Your darling sister dear Ion 
 Who wandered into woods alone 
 
 Without fire arms. 
 
 Tom softly lifted up his eyes 
 
 Which seemed to light the azure skies 
 
 Then yelled Ion 
 A lifetime have I hid from thee 
 Now I'll leap into eternity 
 
 For thee alone. 
 
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So the damsel to Terry kiu 
 
 With beaming smile and dimpled chin 
 
 Strolled slowly by 
 Saying may heaven bless thee evermore 
 Who drove me from my mother's door 
 
 Also I die. 
 
 The orphan sighed for lost Ion 
 
 Who to the mirthful shades were gone 
 
 But without surprise recent 
 Doth keenly note in Brooklyn's growth 
 By allegiance to his race, by oath 
 
 Is sworn to rise. 
 
 Jones stands as Brooklyn's beaming light 
 
 By him B. F. Washington, 
 
 Williams, Costly, Terry and Sandford on his right 
 
 Gi-ee, Frizzell, Cork, Dorsey, West and Gaston, 
 
 HoUiday, Baker, Hughes and Edmondson 
 
 Shoulder to shoulder join their array, 
 
 Evans and two other Washingtons 
 
 Follow their leaders gay. 
 
 Dehow, Porter, Haste and Pdice, 
 Flippins, Dr. Arthur and Pap Gates, 
 Rule in the cause of right. 
 
 Thru counsel of this little band 
 Who do the people's will 
 Shall the new school for ages stand 
 In honor to them still. 
 
 They soon the streets of Lovejoy pave 
 By will of the people, counsel and Jones, 
 Whoever leads in panics grave 
 To victory Brooklyn's illustrious son. 
 
 So let us expect a library 
 
 And when the time is come 
 
 A Y. M. C. A., Market and laundry, 
 
 And an bank of our own. 
 
 If by the simple force of will. 
 Of vision of new church steeple, 
 A leader wise, can quickly instill 
 This thought among his people. 
 
 That those who wish and work as well 
 And occassianally dream 
 Can fourteen hundred dollars bring 
 Ono day upon the screen. 
 
 What could some few earnest men, 
 
 Mrs. Arthur, Bolden, Hunter, Tally, Jackson and Speed, 
 
 Toward Brooklyn's progress if all agree. 
 
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A copy of original letter I wrote Walter Speed, a lad then 
 residing at 5615 Harper Street, Chicago, 111. I then resid- 
 ed in Detroit, Mich. An epistle, and answer to a question 
 relative to my heart's affection to some fair dame. 
 
 Did you ever lose a friend and you not why 
 
 Did you ever unexpecetd meet a sad calamity, 
 
 Did you find yourself after the parting of the way 
 
 With a friend who was a friend in your bluest saddest day? 
 
 If ever you have had such experience my friend, 
 
 To me this try sting moment you your experience lend. 
 
 AN EPISTLE. 
 
 From the highlands of Buena Vista 
 
 To the gem of Britain's Isle 
 
 From the silver camp of aspen 
 
 To the fertile vale of Nile 
 
 From the rich fields of Oklohoma 
 
 To avenues of gay Paree 
 
 From the blue fields of Kentucky 
 
 To the lanes of Tennessee. 
 
 From the reaches of Roaring Fort Valley, 
 
 To the gardens of Hegerman Pass 
 
 From the heights of Mt. Sophris 
 
 Where the snowdrifts lie enmass 
 
 From the gateway of Western fortune 
 
 To Michigan's wreath of pines 
 
 From the canyon boulders of the Rockies 
 
 To the rugged Appenines. 
 
 From the gay city of Chicago 
 
 To the historic Mackinaw, 
 
 From the swift town of Grand Rapids 
 
 To busy bustling Saginaw 
 
 From the soft valleys of Brabant 
 
 To the jewel of Germany 
 
 From beautiful Salt Lake City 
 
 To the plains of Hungary. 
 
 From the groves of East St. Louis, 
 
 From Evansvill, Indiana 
 
 To beautiful Glenwood Springs. 
 
 From the quiet town of Windsor 
 
 To this progressive growing town, 
 
 May each a girl of affection 
 
 Some of whom you may know, be found. 
 
 Girls who have made me happy, friend 
 
 Yea, in happy days of yore, 
 
 T answer sir your question then 
 The game of hearts I'll play no more. 
 
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A PLAY JAZZVILLE . (With Violin.) 
 
 Enter Julien of Louis (Julian plays) 
 The foliage of the birch tree, 
 The laced lawn entwines 
 The flowers of the gardtn 
 Are kissed by a love of mine 
 The snow ball and the lilac 
 The red and white rose too, 
 And e'en the proud geranium 
 Bows to the girl in blue. 
 
 That girl whose gallant charger's hoof 
 The laced lawn entwines 
 Who if she hears the lyrist play 
 "Will be a girl of mine. 
 
 Love if you hear this lyrist play 
 
 You'll be a girl of mine 
 
 And love divine will soon combine, 
 
 The etc, 
 
 To blow a tune which oft was blown 
 From quiet quarters the pipers come 
 To where Diana's arrows oft have fiown 
 And caused to bleed both deer and swan. 
 With them is brought sweet chimes of old. 
 
 Good friends list to their rhymes 
 
 For half their hymns great lays unfold 
 
 And teach of former times. 
 
 First are their lays of happy days 
 
 When Russia sang with glee 
 
 Last are their sad infestive lays 
 
 Of Russia's doful lea. 
 
 But good friends aught 
 
 Aught the pipers dare to blow 
 
 Of fortress or of man of war. 
 
 The humblest of mortals may know 
 
 As well as pirate, priest or Czar. 
 
 Our sovereign lord and earthly king 
 
 Quite in his teens, a daring brat 
 
 Ventured into a mystic ring 
 
 And ode was sung for that. 
 
 This daring Czar, then Vick the bold 
 Aroused his friends who many were 
 Sighting all sportsmen to the goal 
 Where oft was felt good Diana's spur 
 Thus while his heart beat wild and fa»t 
 And half his joy was sport 
 A charming belle and queenly lasse 
 Tripped idly in his court. 
 
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The Czar thus pleased with his young grace 
 
 To whom he lent his heart 
 
 To addmore romance to his palace 
 
 Vouched for a human heart. 
 
 To fair Diana oft he prayed 
 
 Alas she heard his cries 
 
 And from the park where Diana stayed 
 
 Leaped Essie before his eyes. 
 
 As all the fates had lent him aid 
 
 As Essie oft he eyed 
 
 He and his pheere to heaven prayed 
 
 And praised her matchless pride. 
 
 At times his royal queen was out 
 
 But on a boating trip 
 
 Till her return without a doubt 
 
 He fed from Essie's lips. 
 
 This spooning thus becoming him 
 
 His servants more became 
 
 And through his jests and jolly whims 
 
 His serf became his dame. 
 
 Hence this happy, young, lustful youth 
 
 So relished o'er his game 
 
 That from the fates to him forsooth 
 
 Was lent the babe of fame 
 
 That babe the likeness of the child 
 
 Which Diana called his dream, 
 
 AVas led by Fates to tame the wild 
 
 And charm the world as queen. 
 
 Friend by this time a clever youth born to a sphere of Tyre 
 Lent favor to the dainty sooth 
 Which l)ld like living tire 
 In time the trusty lasse was baned 
 When taught our sovereign art 
 Then two young chaps alone were deigned 
 To soothe our rulers heart. 
 
 Thus on and on day after day 
 These youths so lent him 
 That custom taught our lord the way 
 To bless their day of birth. 
 
 THE GOLDEN BEAM 
 
 They whom the walls of fame immortalize 
 
 The immortal Lincoln, Sumner, Lovejoy and good John 
 
 Bi'own, 
 And other martyrs to liberty's great antipathies. 
 Like Howard, Wilberforce, not now known to renown 
 And others still like Harriet Beecher Stowe 
 Lowell, and others not known to fame 
 Others whose sacred blood on plain did flow. 
 Who rallied in the cause of freedom's name. 
 
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The illustrions Shermau and the sagacions Grant, 
 With beaming spirits view their paramour 
 Whose jingoistic policies doth taunt 
 Those resistless shades yet wet with freedom's gore 
 Foster the cause of our own liberties. 
 
 Great spirits like that of brave L'Overture, 
 Which still doth move within the hearts of men 
 And other spirits sacred to freedom's cause so pure 
 Like Dunbar, Booker T. Wasington and Dessalines. 
 
 From summits in the sky the nations call 
 To I'udge within the balance the Negroes' fate 
 Who like the spirit of Lord Percival, 
 Towers above the Jingoes polished hate. 
 
 To prove he's pax'amour these sworn doctrines 
 Will be vouchsafed in these uncouth lines 
 As I by faithful oath to truth have sworn 
 That.Lovejoy is the town where I was born. 
 
 Stretched on a nearly level plain 
 Lies the village of Love joy 
 On the south in narrow lane 
 Life, National City doth enjoy. 
 
 There Cahokia creek doth roll 
 From bluffs so high 
 There the nightingale's carol 
 Doth rent the sky. 
 
 There Black Bridge by birds enhanced 
 
 With might and main 
 
 Serves the Tri-cities as transit 
 
 To Brooklyn's plain. 
 
 There the world's richest village lies 
 Mastered by men wise and witty, 
 And no village 'neath the skies, 
 Can beat the boast of National City. 
 
 Three packing houses, stockyards and barns of mules 
 
 Requiring six thousand employees 
 
 Has but one church, one bank twenty-four houses, one echool 
 
 Shepard and Evans are the chosen. 
 
 In their various business lines 
 
 C. T. Jones, Cramer, Lorimer and a dozen. 
 
 In its common destiny combines. 
 
 There often the laughter of Joe Clute, 
 And that of Shepard, Evans and Hunter too 
 Resemble the chimes of Mygdomian flue 
 As they unite with the boys in silent blue. 
 
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Among those few illustrious sons 
 
 Are two Negroes, both Brooklynites, 
 
 The sons of Madam EllenM. Washington, 
 
 Chosen to watch the massive fortunes of the whites. 
 
 They were chosen by men both sagacious 
 Rulers of fortunes great 
 "Within those minds no prejudice lies 
 With hearts too big for hate. 
 
 l>om Black Bridge (National City) doth street car run 
 Into the stately Brooklyn's fair confines. 
 Where character, honor and height of soul 
 With solemn charge of duty doth combine. 
 
 Here the song of Oriole, 
 Resoundeth in the glen 
 And religious rejoicing of the soul 
 Stirs in the hearts of men. 
 
 For as often as storm has come, 
 And O, however so nigh 
 Thru the guidance of the Holy One, 
 Has Brooklyn ever been passed by. 
 
 Prof. C. B. Jones is Brooklyn's Mayor 
 Former Oberlin student, a gifted seer, 
 Politician, educator and born orator, 
 His genius knows no living peer. 
 
 Uur rich Mayor, will be a millionaire 
 Ere another decade passes fi-om his ken 
 If that he is not now, to this genius rare 
 Will pave our street, give us a library — when 
 
 The hour is come, will build Y. M. C. A. , 
 
 Encourage the institution of golf links, 
 
 Basket ball fetes, swimming pools, chautauquas gay, 
 
 Much real estate within our own town he owns 
 
 Wealthy whites pay rent in Urbana at mansion of C.B. Jones 
 
 This same man taught another who has seen 
 
 Same office of the former man save one 
 
 Was thrice Mayor of village twice has been 
 
 Tax collector, too, I think his name is B. F. Washington 
 
 Former teacher here and once the honored guest 
 Of other Mayors at the Jamestown Fair 
 There he addressed an assembly for our race interests 
 And gained the name of silver tongued orator. 
 
 Principal William Terry of Love joy School, 
 A beacon light among the village sons, 
 A politician, who knows the Golden Rule 
 Of politics adds lustre to the former ones. 
 
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Estelle M. Washington, Sanford, president of the choir 
 
 Of the F. C. B. C, is also the church's clerk, 
 
 And the chiefest of her heart's desire 
 
 Is to assist the pastor and church in their work. 
 
 Rev. James Gaines, F. C. B. C, pastor, deacon Sanford 
 
 trustee 
 Entered in counsel with other trustees, George Washington 
 
 and Douglas West 
 To establish a new church for now and posterity. 
 
 Pastor Gains fertile of brain 
 
 Visionary, eloquent speaker and determined leader. 
 
 Of causes right. A man which fame 
 
 Has made of action resolute, a constant reader. 
 
 Tis thru such people as these we honor 
 
 That Brooklyn now scaling mountain heights. 
 
 With true boquets of honest donor. 
 
 Which but reflect their wives lives as beacon lights. 
 
 T.ovejoy, a town of scarcely tHree thousand people 
 With three churches, here deserves to be praised 
 While viewing in their minds new churches and a new 
 
 church steeple 
 One Sunday alone, fourteen hundred-fifty-two dollars raised. 
 
 Snnford's club alone raised six-hundred forty dollars 
 
 Wbnt then might you wish a villnge new 
 
 With lamp posts to illumine all during nocturnal hours, 
 
 Tnstend of swinging lamps. What might ye educators do. 
 
 You students, scholars, laborers nnd you business men 
 
 As well as village citizens who strive 
 
 To banish prejudice among foe and friend 
 
 And cause mankind to ever "Look and livo." 
 
 'l^p immortal saying of Burton B'-acy, who 
 
 Wi^h six other deacons from Antioch wit^luircw, 
 
 Fre T was born, and founded with Caleb Washington and 
 
 Clem Reed 
 Calvin Ross, Norris Williams, Will Payne and Joseph Hart 
 Will Page and others, their wives lilrowj ^e i)i connsel agreed 
 To establish a new church First C. B. B. C , with honest 
 hearts. 
 
 And though those men who were once pillars of Antioch 
 Who aided William West, Senior in its founding ere they 
 
 withdrew, 
 With righteous spirits thru streets of Brooklyn walk. 
 And these sister churches take on life a new. 
 
 The Methodist church also a beacon light 
 
 Reflects the life of Orchards, Speed Cafpers and Vander- 
 
 burgs, 
 Gaston, Haynes and others who have taken to heaven flight, 
 And lights that still strive to Christianize our burg, 
 
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Like those of Rev. Smith tlie pastor of tJniirih A. M E. 
 
 An educator, leader, orator and beacon light 
 A humorist, poetic genius, champion of liberty 
 A mighty worker in the cause of right, 
 With followers like these the Dorseys and HoUidays, 
 The Debows, Frizzels, Speeds, Schulz and Corks, 
 The Springs, the Woods, the lady school teachers, the 
 Hemingways. 
 
 Another product of Lovejoy is William D. West, 
 
 Who has the bearing of a nobleman 
 
 He is civil service clerk, Grand Master of K. P., Supt. of 
 
 C. B. S. S., 
 And always does his duty as best he can. 
 
 Mrs. Anna Dorsey the chorist of the A. M. E., 
 Belongs also to that teachers line. 
 She fosters the cause of right, justice and liberty 
 And is president of Federation of Women's Social Clubs in 
 Brooklyn. 
 
 L. G. Costly, the man of the hour is a politician, 
 A barber, the Chief of Police and the people's friend 
 A student, humorist and a business man, 
 Who does every aid to administration lend. 
 
 We next will view Mrs. Hobson's beautiful home 
 Then we will speak of former citizens of Lovejoy gone, 
 The proprietor of the Poro College, Mrs. Malono, 
 Started her business in our little town. 
 
 Mr. Rhetta, botanist of Sumner High 
 
 Once lived in bliss beneath Lovejoy's skies. 
 
 The Williams of Alton, the Stewards of Edwardsville, 
 
 The Magees of Indianapolis and Myrtle Thomason, 
 
 The Singletons of Detroit and Colliusville, 
 
 The Browns of Pittsburgh, and Mitchell of Akron, 
 
 All business people of our town. 
 
 In other cities have won renown. 
 
 William Bracy and his wife Less, and Samuel Lindsay 
 Mrs. Mattie Butler and family too, Mr. William (iruy. 
 The Jamisons, Lloyds, McDonalds and DelMays, 
 The Martin Lucases and Benjamin Lucases and Holliday. 
 Known to fortune and fame as well. 
 
 The Washington Brothers in bwsiuess in Detroit, Michigan, 
 Martin, Howard, Cole, Smoots, Thomas and Alphonso Hunt, 
 Now business young men, mail clerks in Chicago lived in 
 Lovejoy once. 
 
 Beside the talented youth who yet remain, 
 To en^oy themselves with Brooklyi:. s doburantes 
 The school kids dare not lurk ney;- lo\ers* bovvers. 
 Lest they be taken to school by Mrs. Fannie Gowers. 
 
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Miss Nancy Valley whom you view enshrined with flowers, 
 
 Is a light in church, its most critical liours. 
 
 J. J. Dowling sons, (white), real estate men of Brooklyn, 
 
 Illinois, 
 .St. Louis, Missouri and Kirkwood niiliioiuiires 
 Can trace their nest egg to a little Brooklyn store 
 Ever increasing which existed ere luo wife of Post Dispatch 
 
 photographer 
 Witnessed her sister as Queen of Aeilcd Prophet's Ball in 
 
 Coliseum. 
 
 Imagine the J. J. Dowling, Jr., the 1 ite miUloniare 
 A few years younger fleeing from li!s home 
 Aci'oss the seas almost in despair 
 V'T a single kiss of the Blarney stone. 
 
 Imagine little John at St. Louis, T'nio;! Station, 
 r?oarding a N. Y. Central for New N orii City, 
 Imagine him in the midst of every imtion 
 In that great metropolis, struck with pity. 
 
 While wandering on West Street in New York, 
 Al)out to board a steamer of the White Star Line. 
 Thinking of his father, J J. Dowling busy at work. 
 With the customers which little John left behind. 
 
 Imagine him again thinking of his parents dear, 
 And his many smiling customers and friends, 
 His brother Tom, his family, I can see the tear, 
 Which he dropped for us all in his cabin then. 
 
 I see the steamer down the Hudson glide, 
 By stately towers and Statue of Liberty, 
 Enlightening the universe, the Catskill Mountains hide 
 In distant woods as the steamer puts out to sea. 
 
 Along Staten Island past-famed Sandy Hook, 
 The steamer greets the mists of New Foundland, 
 And travelers who try to read a book 
 ^re terror struck by the fog horn command. 
 
 The shadows of night come crowding on the earth 
 I see with parting lips and prayerful heart 
 Slowly climbing to his nari-ow berth 
 I'ntil his eyes due past the view of earthen art. 
 
 The days pass on 'til alas the early dawn 
 
 With beautiful sushine greets him with a smile, 
 
 The steamer is thru the giant causeway drawn 
 
 To the mainland of the Ireland past the Western Isle. 
 
 We view him next jaunting down St. Patrick Street, 
 In a jaunting car on Emerald Isle, 
 Looking here and there at the business men he meets, 
 After he had viewed the great Cathedral awhile. 
 
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Lovers seek fair lovers bowers, 
 
 Amid the bloom of choicest flowers, 
 
 Basketball players pour the wine, 
 
 To the baseball players with whom they cline. 
 
 The time canoeers o'er lakeside glide, 
 
 Launch canoes and o'er lake bosom slide 
 
 Lovers assemble on the lawn 
 Of some favorite child of dawn. 
 Medicine ball passers award the boquet* 
 To the winning pair in the game of croquet. 
 
 Mothers busy with church affairs. 
 Put tots to bed with earnest prayers, 
 Sisters robed in garments white. 
 Hasten to greet their brothers knight. 
 
 The time Dionysius Club members meet 
 
 And think of enjoying some famous fete, 
 
 The time nymphs of Diana enjoy a ball. 
 
 Given by Jimmie Tickle Breeches or- Johnnie Ov'-alls. 
 
 The time musicians to evening practice go 
 Wiuvcher it be choii, orchestra or no, 
 \<iiing 3 oik assemble on the lawn, 
 To play ihe evening, gjime of pawn. 
 
 Families sit out ou ihih- porches long 
 To view ,i eas" the ;i;i.-«ing throng. 
 Happily trimmed in evening dress 
 Which would befit a school teacher's guest. 
 
 The time merrygirl and happy boy, 
 
 Make playgrounds shriek with outbursts of joy. 
 
 The time business men at banquets boast 
 
 Of politicians whom they toast. 
 
 Tis now we're boozing at the Inn 
 On Rock and Rye and Holland Gin, 
 Kirkwasher punch, brandy and Italian wine ; 
 Favre Pousse, cafe and dry Champagne. 
 
 No thought is given of our home, 
 
 As we speak of the birth of ancient Rome. 
 
 We talk of Rhea Sylvanus life of dread. 
 
 Ere she was to a convent led 
 
 By a brother, a hostile tyrant bold 
 
 In the happy days of old. 
 
 Because he feared her heirs would reign, 
 Alive was she in mausoluem lain 
 And her two heirs, two infants born 
 Objects of hatred and scorn. 
 Alive were in the River Tibre thrown 
 But fate reached out to claim her own. 
 
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And Tibre raisingwith the tide 
 
 The twin babes on her bank did slide 
 
 Thus a female Lupin passing by 
 
 Hears her mate howl and the infants cry 
 
 Defies her mate who bade her come 
 
 And seeks the comfort of the sun. 
 
 The Lupin on her haunches sits, 
 And around her tail she twists. 
 Her eyes and nose point to the moon 
 To which she howls a mournful tune. 
 
 The fateful Lupin's mournful howl 
 
 Is intercepted only by the Panther's growl. 
 
 While other beasts are drawing nigh 
 
 To view their fate within the sky, 
 
 They see reflected in the stars, 
 
 The light of the mighty son of Mars, 
 
 And amid growls and leaps, howls and thrills. 
 
 Fearful flee the seven historic hills, 
 
 Which to this day is known as Rome. 
 
 Wise Cicero, sagacious Plato and brave Caesars home. 
 
 The good she-wolf on her belly crawls 
 And views two infants wrapped in shawls. 
 Fondles the suckling babes with almost human pride. 
 Because her new born babes have died. 
 
 The Lupin her mission with pride fulfills, 
 
 And rears the twins near the seven hills. 
 
 Who master the vulture and the beats, 
 
 And proudly with foster mother feast. 
 
 Til she retreats unseen from the earthly stage 
 
 Decrepid in spirit and bent in age. 
 
 Now Romulus and Rhemus warned by stars 
 
 Build a wall to please their father Mars. 
 
 Rhemus jests Romulus about the city walls 
 
 Romulus strikes and Rhemus falls, 
 
 And to symbolize the mighty warriors home 
 
 To the city he affixes the name of Rome. 
 
 We speak of Cisalpine Gaul trembling with fear 
 Neath C. Marius triumphant flame sword and spear 
 We speak of the Illian chieftian's untimely fall. 
 When Fabius Allobrogicus conquered Transalpine Gaul. 
 We speak of Ceasars tribute to Romulus' father Mars 
 By his conquest of Gaul during the Gallic wars. 
 
 Twixt drinks we pause, a damsel pours our wine 
 Our glasses assay this toast to Proserpine. 
 Let me behold thy laughing eyes. 
 Thy dimpled cheeks and chin,' 
 And in my thirsty soul will rise 
 The best drink I e'er took in 
 
 I plucked thee once a jassamine 
 
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Lost to the world of care 
 Thy finger tips like eglantine 
 Mid sunshine and fresh air, 
 Banished the waning jassmine 
 And baned my feet despair. 
 So oft in solitude I pine 
 For thee my modern Proserpine. 
 
 The soft breeze moves the stately groves, 
 John Barleycorn whispers to those he loves 
 And as we pause twixt drinks of wine, 
 Unc Jno. Dun toasts to Proserpine. 
 
 Either strolling neath Daphnes hazel shade 
 
 Or couched near Bacchus vine 
 
 Either wandering in Diana's forest glade 
 
 Or immersed in a pool of wine. 
 
 Her presence is infinitely felt 
 
 To whom the muses sing 
 
 Whose voice since time beginning dwelt, 
 
 In river, brook and spring. 
 
 In every note the skylark sings 
 We hear her soothing chimes, 
 In stately palaces of the kings, 
 Is heard her memorizing rhymes. 
 
 Mid satellite and twinkling star. 
 
 Her beaming light we see. 
 
 Mid battle whoop and cries of war, 
 
 Is heard her minstrelsy. 
 
 Remember, ever remember youth 
 
 That while we drink this wine 
 
 Good Bacchus earnestly serves in truth 
 
 The fair nymph Proserpine. 
 
 The gods come flitting through the breeze 
 Simply the grace of Proserpine to please. 
 Pomona pours the graces win* 
 That Libre extracts from Dionysius' vine. 
 To Endymions carian cave serene 
 Descends the goddess fair Selene 
 Before Apollo fair Daphne flees 
 And hides herself mid laurel trees. 
 
 The Meriads, pleiades, satrys and fauns. 
 
 Before th e altar of Niobe throng 
 
 Physche and cupid pans delight 
 
 Bade Eurydice muse of Orpheus incite. 
 
 Methinks without the least mistake 
 
 We dreamed these dreams by breeze lake. 
 
 An honest man was Unc Jno Dun 
 Who always felt Pros-pi-medium 
 Says Unc Jno Dun in days bygone 
 I lived a mon revellous life my son. 
 
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I attended church in good religious faith 
 And tried to do what the good book saitli, 
 When within my life entered a dame 
 Profound in music, known to fame, 
 Cultured, educated, loving and refined 
 A wonder to the modern mind. 
 
 The Barney Castle in the groves of Blarney, 
 
 Alas the Brooklyn pilgrim surveys, 
 
 Which King William III destroyed in the Battle of the 
 
 Boyne, 
 In the warlike bygone days. 
 
 Step by step he mounts the dungeon tower, 
 Christened by the ivy stains 
 Haunted by the most verdant flower 
 That yet enshrines Barney Castle remains. 
 
 There he greets a robust guide 
 Who tells him of stone set in the walls below. 
 In which cues to the world's fortune abide 
 And from which kiss good fortune flow. 
 
 With guides and friends holding little John's feet, 
 As he hangs from window above, 
 He kisses the Blarney stone, attracts those he meet 
 Either business, society, politics or love. 
 
 From the groves of Blarney to Bantry Bay, 
 
 From a coach o'er the mounts, "the beautiful lakes of 
 
 Killarney" 
 He visits the Lord Mayor of Dublin and brings his people 
 
 the news. 
 
 To prove the magic of the Blarney stone 
 
 Has given John insight, magic and genius rare, 
 
 With already rich possessions of his own, 
 
 J. J. Dowling, Jr., of St. Louis, Mo., and Brooklyn married 
 
 twice, 
 Girls that were millionaires 
 His father with his financial possessions, 
 And his mother together helped build up our town. 
 
 James Rollins, one of the wealthiest men in our town. 
 Does about one-fourth of Brooklyn own. 
 First Corinthian Baptist Church of Lovejoy. Illinois, 
 Will soon build a church for six-thousand dollais, 
 Antioch Baptist Church members and friends enjoy 
 Fifteen-hundred dollar benches thru her wittiesc scholars. 
 
 The Methodist Church now undergoing repairs. 
 Has a new basement attached and raised floor. 
 Men and women wishing for bright futures are 
 At least occasionally found within some church door. 
 During the service if they live in Lovejoy 
 And wish the bliss of life to enjoy. 
 
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Son Glover, the entertainer at Camp Grant, 
 
 Does again the streets of Brooklyn haunt. 
 
 With his wiercl jokes of times bygone 
 
 Spent in company with Clarence Burroughs and Amos 
 
 Martin, 
 William Allen, Carlos Cole, James Gower, Sip Hawkins 
 
 and Clyde Gaston, 
 John Epps, Smoots, Julian Arthur and Tobe Crittenden. 
 
 Our doctors are Dr. Earl Williams of Chicago U., 
 
 And Dr. W. R. Arthur of Howard University, 
 
 Our business men not mentioned heretofore are E. L. Gates 
 
 Anthony Speed, Harry Shoemaker and Aunt Kate .'Mrs. 
 
 Grider ) 
 Mrs. Fannie Jackson, Rev. Hunter, and Jackson too, 
 Mr. Gambol, Rev. Bolden, Fletcher and Mr. Tobe Tally also. 
 
 The business young men of our town 
 
 Tobias Crittenden, Julian Arhur and Brown, 
 
 Allen Charleston, Glover Rhodes and Bernard HutIs, 
 
 Orlin Gurdon, Alfred Moore, Jim Gower and Emory Morris, 
 
 Amos Martin, William Reynolds, Theodore HoUiday, 
 
 John Epps, Moten, Fox, Henry Baker and Clias. Tredaway. 
 
 Holliday, Arthur, Baker, Cork, Cole, Boatner, Friz/el and 
 
 Sanford 
 Constitute Lovejoy's Schools village board, 
 Judge Jackson, storekeeper, is Police Magistrate 
 The Police Officers of Brooklyn number four 
 Are as records show up to this date. 
 Chief L. G. Costly, John Hoard, Rev. Peco and Marshall 
 
 Moore. 
 
 Wood may be ever found on sale, 
 
 Moten has the leading pressing shop in town 
 
 Fox the tailor's business has lately grown. 
 
 On one bright September morn 
 
 Was child of heaven newly born 
 
 Whose corpse now lay in mute sublimity 
 
 To these houses which bear close proximity 
 
 To the houses of the childi-en of Calhoiin McCoy 
 
 Who whisper musingly while playing lest they aanoy 
 
 The spirit of that happy one. 
 
 Whom gentle spirit had lately moved upon 
 
 And borne beyond the ken of human destiny. 
 
 Into the sweet refreshing breath of eternity 
 The damsel of whom I speak with tears 
 Who spake me lately with voice of cherubim 
 While I toil here in future years, 
 May enjoy sweet companionship of seraphims. 
 
 Hazel Jackson was the name which she bore, 
 And a deathless smile this dame serenly wore. 
 Unmindful of those lines last night newly wr.'iten 
 
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Come Hattie, let's go to the wake of Hazel said 
 
 Little Nephew Caleb who with celestial joy was smitten, 
 
 Cried aloud, O Hattie, I wish that I were dead. 
 
 Across the hallway in another room was hidden 
 
 I, the author of this iintimely lay 
 
 Who divined the heavens had not forbidden 
 
 Me in still night view the splendor of the day. 
 
 As with me her celestial spirit sat 
 
 Young friend of Blanche and all and sister Hat, 
 
 While the moon with sweet content of night 
 
 Rolled in and out the clouds of white to its own. 
 
 'ihen the moon with ^ilre!•v beaiL'< 
 And the sweetly smiling stars 
 With a brighter spirit gleams 
 Thru lighter clouds of silver bars. 
 Til the morn. 
 
 For an instant the azure sun rides 
 Beneath bespangled clouds of dew 
 Then shows in radiance — then it hides 
 Denies the world its purple hue. 
 
 Our pianists are Gaston, Gilliam, Allen, Hampton and West, 
 Miss Camille Washington, Miss McCleney and Miss Fannie 
 
 Speed, our best. 
 You ladies who have never lived in fair France 
 Nor viewed the Parisan Poriet, nor worn the gowns 
 Designed by him, cannot miss the chance 
 Of patronizing Moten, leading cleaning and pressing shop 
 
 in town. 
 
 You men who the best repairs on clothes appreciate 
 Who wish your old clothes to look like new 
 Patronize Moten, one of the finest tailors in the State 
 Who is willing to live, to clean and to dye for you. 
 
 Ere I wrote the muse of Proserpine 
 
 In counsel with a friend I sat 
 
 But when Itouched the money line, 
 
 I found friend in mother and sister Hat. 
 
 My mother is Mrs. Ellen M. Washington, 
 
 Miss Hattie E. Washington is my sister's name. 
 
 Like tlie saintly Helois and the chaste Enore, 
 
 They both to my assistance came. 
 
 When the hours were filled in the midnight gloom, 
 
 And I stood staring at my father's tomb. 
 
 UNC JOHN DUN 
 
 Just about the time of night 
 Widows eat their little mite, 
 
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Misers don the overalls 
 Of farmer lads for evening balls, 
 Good folks attend the evening shows 
 The idle rich cease playing golf 
 Harvester no longer binds, stacks or mows, 
 Toilers seek their favorite bathing pools, 
 Students attend their evening schools. 
 Bachelors take their evening strolls, 
 Youths enoy their evening games of pool, 
 Tennis players end their tournament. 
 Within their private cantonements. 
 Dope fiends smoke their favorite hops. 
 Home folks gossip in barbershops. 
 
 The time most yachting parties most enjoy 
 
 The agencies which Poseidon employs, 
 
 Damsels take their evening drives. 
 
 Past the places where their lovers live. 
 
 The time the young folks assemble at Jazzland, 
 
 To dance to the din of the new jazz band. 
 
 In dress a peerless A per se 
 
 In beauty just the girl for me. 
 
 But lo, one day a traveler came 
 
 And took from me that peerless dame. 
 
 Because he would a model make 
 
 01 she who caused my heart to ache. 
 
 Before she embraced the studio 
 
 Of modern Michael Angelo. 
 
 After that I married Kate 
 
 Of whom casually I mistreat of late. 
 
 By drinking bitter Italian wine 
 
 And quaffing my toast to Proserpine. 
 
 Before I became addicted to drink 
 
 I owned ten villages square I think 
 
 The fastest horses in our town 
 
 "Were but the horses of my own. 
 
 On holidays I might be found 
 
 On Fred Vanderburgs old picnic ground. 
 
 As merry as a lark, 
 
 But now I sit browsing at Eagle's Park, 
 
 As if I lived a life of strife 
 
 Or as if I live a hermit's life. 
 
 These men who look on with shame 
 
 As if to curse my very name, 
 
 Before my abundance of wealth was gone 
 
 I may have given stock and home. 
 
 Son, when of those happy days I think, 
 
 I quaff my wine and begin to drink. 
 
 Love, not drink ; grief, not fate 
 
 Caused line Jno Dun to charge his state. 
 
 He swells his goblet quaffs his wine 
 
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And fails to toast to Proserpine. 
 We speak of the makers of ancient history 
 Of the heroes of Illiad and Oddessy, 
 The travels of Eneas bold, 
 Of Appollo's arrow dipped in gold. 
 And when we to our senses come 
 "We purchase brandy, kimble and rum 
 We witness not, the baseball game 
 For the bleachers are filled with fans of fame. 
 And we are not in a mood to stand 
 When strains like strains from San Susan's band 
 Vibrate untimely thru the breeze. 
 Which pompously blows the surrounding trees, 
 Or sounds like Blue's band martial strains 
 Sumptuously reach in the wooded lanes. 
 
 Where bulldog and monkey fight 
 
 Until monkey sets his club aright. 
 
 The bulldog and monkey both are seen 
 
 To roll upon the bowling green 
 
 Until monkey hath alas his will. 
 
 And bulldog is last seen bounding o'er Wright's Hill, 
 
 With monkey, who like jockey rides 
 
 And spurs the bulldog on his sides. 
 
 The wheel of fortune, the hoopala, 
 
 Add amusement to the Chautauqua, 
 
 Boxing, wrestling, racing in canoes, 
 
 Swimming, dancing and fording sleughs, 
 
 Arching, vaulting and bull fighting, 
 
 To all concerned seemed quite exciting, 
 
 Potato racing, O'Grady and tag-o-war, 
 
 The fame of Brooklyn spreads afar. 
 
 To close the pleasures of the night, 
 
 Two little banty roosters fight. 
 
 The winning rooster with spurs of gold, 
 
 Is to the highest bidder sold. 
 
 And as the wily crowd doth dance 
 
 We homeward take our little jaunt. 
 
 We remember doctrines now of old 
 
 As toward John's faithful nag we stroll. 
 
 Strange sights in the waning night 
 May glare around the tombstone white. 
 As we near the cemetery, old thoughts lull 
 Where lingers yet the whip-poor will, 
 Where owlets hoot and crickets screetch. 
 May quite excite the heart of ach. 
 Lone traveler in the midnight gloom. 
 When shadows form and sprites assume. 
 
 When papers flitting through the air 
 Present to our imaginations a ghostly stare, 
 When oft we find a whitewashed post 
 To be the author of our ghost. 
 
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Tis uow Uuc Jno Dun thinks of home 
 Of the sage advice of Kate his crone 
 Who quarrels with him morn and noon 
 Because he spends his life in the saloon 
 Serving his master John Barleycorn, 
 From dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn. 
 
 Strange as it seems, 'tis true to life 
 For men to defy the wise counsel of true wife, 
 And for a moments joy must suffer an hour's pain 
 And for a day of pleasure lose a decade's gain. 
 
 Approaching showers and lightening gale 
 
 Inform us we'll have a muddy trail 
 
 From Eagle's Park to Dun's abode 
 
 Where I take leave my country road. 
 
 Whistling winds and thunder loud 
 
 Inform us Asmodeus is loosed will all his crowd. 
 
 Twixt Eagle Park and old Wright's Hill 
 
 Stands the haimted old oil mill. 
 
 Where the old mill should have been 
 
 Van's old picnic ground is seen. 
 
 Fiddling Gilbert and blowing Dun 
 
 And Charlie Daniel's old string band, 
 
 With big bass fiddle and big bass horn 
 
 Clarinet, cornet and accordian. 
 
 Trombone, trap drum, small violin. 
 
 Guitar, banjo and mandolin. 
 
 Make music on the bowling green. 
 
 Unc John says I'm a student, son, 
 No common sprites can bother Dun. 
 As Dun speaks the nag leaps on 
 But around us still the spirits throng. 
 
 The string band plays, the spirits prance 
 And Puck recalls the sprites that cease to dance. 
 Monsters and dragons from realms of sleep 
 Hecate dispatches to the briny deep. 
 Olympus appears on mountain high. 
 Which canopies the very day. 
 And with the beaming eye of time. 
 We both toward Mount Olympus climb. 
 
 But as we appoach the mount so steep 
 We're met my Morpheus the god of sleep. 
 Mysteries stranger than mysteries of Robinhood, 
 In the light of the Greek mythological ci'eation stood. 
 
 I 
 
 In addition to the Club list of the National Association 
 of Colored Women, will be added in a few instances the Y. 
 W. C. A., Recreation Centers and Women's Federation of 
 Social Clubs of America. 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 Eixfala Women's Club 
 
 Greensboro Women Mutual Benefit Club 
 
 Montgomery Sojourner Truth Club 
 
 Mt. Meigs Woman's Club 
 
 Tuskegee Woman's Club 
 
 Tuskegee-Notasulga Woman's Club 
 
 Birmingham Sojourner Truth Club 
 
 Ladies' Auxiliary Montgomery Ten tames One 
 
 New Phyllis Wheatley Club under of organization, under 
 
 the caption of Miss Laura Withers of Montgomery, Ala. 
 ARKANSAS 
 Little Rock Branch of National Association of Woman's 
 
 Club 
 Young Ladies' Club under the presidency of Miss Flossie 
 
 Mae Macon, Gurdon, Arkansas 
 Young Girls' Club, under the presidency of Miss Bernice 
 
 Allen, Whelon Springs, Arkansas 
 CALIFORNIA 
 Los Angeles Women's Club 
 Mexico, California Young Ladies' Club, under the captain of 
 
 Mrs. Lucy Dorman, former wife of ex-Chief of Police of 
 
 Brooklyn, (Lovejoy,) Illinois 
 
 NORTH CAROLINA 
 Biddle University Club 
 Women's Federation of Social Clubs 
 
 SOUTH CAROLINA 
 Charleston Woman's League 
 Charleston W. C. T. U. 
 
 COLORADO 
 The Woman's League, Denver 
 The Young Ladies' Club 
 
 CONNETICUT 
 Rose of New England League, Norwich 
 
 DELEWARE 
 
 Ladies' Club, Wilmington, Deleware , 
 
 FLORIDA 
 
 Jacksonville Woman's Christian Industrial and Protective 
 Union 
 
 The Phyllis Wheatley Chautauqua Circle, Jacksonville 
 
 The Afro-American Women's Leagiie, Jacksonville 
 GEORGIA 
 
 Atlanta Woman's Club 
 
 Harriet Beecher Stowe, Macon 
 
 Columbus Douglas Reading Circle 
 
 Augusta Woman's Protective Club 
 
 Women's Club of Athens 
 
 INDIANA 
 
 The Booker T. Washington Club, Logansport 
 
 The Young Ladies' Musical Club of Indianapolis under the 
 caption Misses Kathlyn Bradshaw and Mary Penik of 
 Manuel High. 
 
 The Young Women's Club, institutes by Miss Myrtle Thom- 
 son, formerly of Lovejoy, 111., now residing in Indianapolis 
 
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ILLINOIS 
 Chicago, Ida B. Wells Club 
 Phyllis Wheatley Clubs — Chicago 
 Woman's Civic League, Chicago 
 Woman's Conference, Chicago 
 Wayman Circle, Chicago 
 
 Progressive Circle of King's Daughters, Chicago 
 Hyde Park Women's Club, Chicago 
 Northside Woman's Club, Chicago 
 Chicago Federation of Social Clubs, under the presidency 
 
 of Miss Maud Nevelle of Chicago 
 Peoria Woman's Club 
 
 Alton Federation of Social Clubs, Miss Wilma Moore 
 Lovejoy Federation of Social Clubs, Miss Anna Smoot 
 
 Dorsey 
 Lovejoy Women's Club, Mrs. Bstella M. Sanford, Mrs. Ma- 
 ry Hill, president and secretary ; Mrs. Hattie E. Wash- 
 ington, treasurer 
 Lovejoy Ladies' Club, under the caption of Mrs. Mary Ter- 
 ry, Mrs. Mary Baker and Miss Laura Smith 
 A Young Ladies' Club of Lovejoy also under the caption of 
 Misses Camille Washington, pianist ; Mamie Darling, 
 pianist ; the Chanuing sisters. Miss Fannie Speed, pianist 
 and others 
 Lovejoy Sewing Circle and Club, under caption of Mrs. El- 
 len M. Washington, president, Elizabeth Allison, treasur- 
 er. 
 
 KANSAS 
 Servia Leone Club 
 Woman's Club, Paola 
 
 KENTUCKY 
 Louisville Women's Improvement Club 
 Echstein Daisy Club, Cane Springs 
 LOUISIANA 
 Phyllis Wheatley Wheatley . .imbfg fgw fg fgfgofgaa 
 
 Phyllis Wheatley Club, New Orleans 
 
 MASSACHUSETTS 
 Woman's Era Club, Boston 
 Lend A Hand Club, Boston 
 C. M. Thomas League, Boston 
 Calvary Circle, Boston 
 
 Woman's Loyal Union, New Bedford. 
 
 Women's Protective League, Salem 
 
 Golden Rule Club, Cambridge 
 
 B. T. Tanner Club, Chelsed. 
 
 St. Pierre Fuffiu Club, New Bedford. 
 
 MINNESOTA 
 Ada Sweet Pioneer Club, Minneapolis. 
 Twin City Woman's Era Club, Minneapolis and St. Paul. 
 Woman's Loyal Union and John Brown Industrial ClUb. 
 
 MISSOURI 
 Madame Hale heads activities of Missouri Colored Women. 
 Jefferson City Woman's Club. 
 F. E. W. Harper League, St. Louis. 
 
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F E. W. Harper League, St. Joseph. 
 St. Louis Suffrag Club. 
 St. Louis Marrid Ladies' Thimble Club. 
 Phyllis Wheatley Club— St. Louis. 
 St. Louis Woman's Club. 
 . W. C. A. Recreation Center. 
 Kansas City Club. 
 Self Improvement Club, St. Louis 
 MICHIGAN 
 The Detroit Willing Workers 
 Detroit Phyllis Wheatley Club 
 The Booker T. Washington Club, Lima 
 Gi-and Rapids Married Ladies' 19th Century Club. 
 The Sojourner Triith Improvement Club, Battle Creek 
 The Women's Federation Club, Ann Arbor. 
 
 NEW YORK 
 New York and Brooklyn Woman's Loyal Union. 
 Buffalo Woman's Club. 
 Harlem Women's Sympathetic Club. 
 Rochester Women's Club. 
 N. Y. and Brooklyn W. A. A. U. 
 Miss Esther E. Fulks, of N. Y. City, secretary of Y. W. 
 
 C. A. Recreation Center of East St. Louis, 111., during 
 
 the Pageant and Mahque of the Colored people of East 
 St. Louis to be held on or about October 7. 1919, is doing 
 much for the advancement of humanity itself in her recent 
 work in Southern Illinois and Missouri. 
 
 NEBRASKA 
 Omaha Women's Club 
 AVomen's Improvement Club. 
 
 PENNSYLVANIA 
 Pittsburg and Allegheney T E W. H. League 
 Women's Loyal Union, Pittsburg 
 Washington Young W^oman's 20h Century Club. 
 
 OHIO 
 Toledo Woman's Club A. E. Columbus. 
 Y. W. C. A. Recreation Center, Akron, Secretary Lois Hardy 
 
 wife of Arnett Hardy, a young Brooklynite, who is music 
 
 instructor of orchestra in Akron, Ohio. 
 
 Portland, Oregon Federation of Social Clubs, Agnes I. Has- 
 
 sell. President. 
 The Dunbar Reading Club 
 The Akron Social Institution, is assisted by Mrs. William 
 
 Mitchell, wife of Wm. Mitchell, formerly of Lovejoy. 
 
 Young Ladies' Club, Chestina Owens, president. 
 
 RHODE ISLAND 
 Newport Woman's League 
 Providence Working Women's League 
 Lucy Thurman AV. C. T. U., St. Paul 
 The Dunbar Reading Circle, Cleveland 
 
 TENNESSEE 
 Knoxville Women's Mutual Improvement Club 
 Memphis Coterie Migratory Assembly 
 
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Memphis Hook's School Association 
 Phyllis Wheatley, Nashville 
 Jackson Woman's Club 
 Jackson W. C. T. U. 
 
 TEXAS 
 
 Ft. Worth Phyllis Whatley Club. 
 
 VIRGINIA 
 
 Women's League of Roanoke 
 Richmond Women's League 
 Cappahoosic Gloucester A & L School 
 Urbana Club 
 Lynchburg Women's League 
 
 DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA 
 
 Washington D. C. Ladies Auxiliary Committee 
 
 Washington D. C, Lucy Thurman W. C. T. U. 
 
 Woman's Protective Union 
 
 Mrs. Jessie Evans Jones, wife of B. F. Jones of Lovejoy a 
 government employee of Washington is affiliated with the 
 beneficial work done thru these unions and Mrs. Leaua 
 Frederick Moore, wife of a Mr. John Moore, formerly of 
 this city is also an interested worker in the affairs of these 
 social, protective and beneficient unions. 
 
 Others interested in the Organizations from this locality who 
 are helping to establish Y. W. C. A. centers in Washing- 
 ton as well as aiding in the formation of the Federation 
 of Social Clubs are the Goodloes, former residents of our 
 town, whose son brother Nathan was an honored hero in 
 this recent war. The Adams friends of Debows in Love- 
 joy former Brooklynites and others. 
 WEST VIRGINIA. 
 
 Wheeling Woman's Fortnightly Club, which does a great 
 work through he influence of the Executive head and the 
 brilliant Davis sisters as well as the influence of its bril- 
 liant members. 
 
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 ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 Q. Black Bridge entering Brooklyn limits and approaching 
 City from East St. Louis, Illinois. 
 
 2. Mansion of Prof. C. B. Jones, in Urbana, Ohio former O- 
 berlin student, present Mayor and Supervisor of Brooklyn 
 111., Stites Township, St. Clair County, ex-deputy assessor and 
 former principal of Lovejoy School, and real estate man of 
 Brooklyn 111., and Urbana Ohio. 
 
 (Reading from left to right) Mrs. C. B. Jones, Prof. C. B. 
 Jones, Mr. Wm. Jones and Miss Jones. Prof. B. F. Wash- 
 ington, Ex-Mayor of Brooklyn, ex-assessor, ex-Tax Collector, 
 ex- Village Clerk, former assistant principal of Lovejoy school 
 present pruicipal of School in Marion, 111., real estate agent 
 for Mr. James Rollins, one of the richest Colored men in 
 Southern lUuiois, and possessor of real estate in Marion 111. 
 
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I'.lack r>ridgo. Hrooklyu, Illinois 
 
Author's Home 
 
4. Home of Mrs, Ellen M. Washington, mother of B. F. Wash- 
 ington and family and birth of Wm. C. Washington, author. 
 
 5. Prof. Wm. Terry, principal of Lovejoy School. Former 
 village clerk and very progressive business man of this town 
 
 6. Grand Lodge Knights of Pythias, Loveioy 111. 
 
 7. Home of Edward M. Green, Village Clerk and Notary Pub- 
 lic, and his family. . . Proprietor of Business Men's Exchange 
 Brooklyn, Illinois 
 
 8. Home of Mr. and Mrs. Hobson, Lovejoy 111., and employe 
 of Armour Packing Co. ,National City. 
 
 Lighting the world with eternal bliss 
 
 Bringing joy to struggling men and sorrowing women 
 
 Lessening their burden with her Iviss 
 
 Opening the eyes of mortals ever dimming 
 
 Idas listened as Appollo spoke 
 
 And wistfully he gazed on mountain peak 
 
 Wishing in woman pity to invoke 
 
 As he looked humbly as if he dared to speak 
 
 'Til again he chanc'd to view this beauty rare 
 
 Who amid gods and mortas was fairest of the fair. 
 
 Alas said he was she his early woe 
 For was she courted by infinity. 
 The lyrist of fair heaven his fair foe 
 Wished him an humble mock of destiny 
 Knowing his music dying her bright light 
 Which doth the fleeting hours of day illumine 
 When beauty parted in the silent night 
 In moonbeams will be reflected on his tomb 
 With parted lips she heard his high command. 
 Breathed timidly in the sweet atmosphere 
 Like damsel dreaming alas a human hand 
 Took in her own, the new Apollo Belvedere 
 Saying mortal life were quite devoid of bliss 
 'Mid those sorrows that human sorrows miss 
 
 When she finished speaking did Idas shriek 
 
 With untold joy, embraced her silently 
 
 And fair Apollo failing then to speak 
 
 Angrily joined sweet heaven's minstrelsy 
 
 Then in vain moved slowly, Marpessa's upward gaze 
 
 Surprised Apollo, with minstrelsy unseen 
 
 And from afar some of music plays 
 
 As away they wander into the evening green 
 
 There came a youth upon the earth, 
 Some thousand years ago 
 Whose slender hands were nothing worth 
 Whether to plow qr reap or sow. 
 
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Upon an emptytortoise shell 
 He stretched some cords an d drew 
 Music that made men's bosom swell 
 Fearless, or brimmed their eyes with dew. 
 
 Then King Admetus, one who had 
 Pure taste by right divine, 
 Decreed his singing not too bad 
 To hear between the cups of wine : 
 
 And so, well pleased with being soothed 
 Into a sweet half sleep, 
 Three times his kingly beard he smoothed, 
 And made him viceroy o'er his sheep. 
 
 His words were simple words enough 
 And yet he used them so 
 That what in other mouths was rough 
 In his seemed musical and low. 
 
 Men called him but a shiftless youth. 
 
 In whom no good they saw ; 
 
 And yet unwittingly in truth. 
 
 They made his careles words their law. 
 
 They knew not how he learned at all. 
 For idly hour by hour. 
 He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, 
 Oi mused upon a common flower. 
 
 It seemed the lovliness of things, 
 
 Did teach him all their use 
 
 For in mere weds and stones and springs 
 
 He found a healing power profuse. 
 
 Men granted that his speech were wise. 
 
 But when a glance they caught 
 
 Of his slim grace and woman's eyes, 
 
 They laughed, and called him good-for -naught. 
 
 Yet after he was dead and gone 
 And e'en his memory dim 
 Earth seemed more sweet to live upon 
 More full of love, because of him. 
 
 And day by day more holy grew 
 Each spot where he had trod 
 Till after-poets only knew 
 Their first born brother as a god. 
 
 As maiden sings she meets this destiny 
 In camp of foe near the Aegean sea 
 I'pon a mountain with joy innermost 
 She finds herself with Alien host 
 Who feigning calls the dame a spy 
 
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And tells her lest she amuse the host, she die 
 There (NOW) oriu No Man's Land with Allied Friends 
 Thus to amuse she this endless tale she begins 
 (Hostages demand of her ceaseless lore, 
 Lest she see her home and friends no more. ) 
 To please the host this endless tale begins 
 Which has beginning bu without end. 
 Olympus fair the palace of the gods, 
 Trembles with fear whenever says and nods. 
 With His shadowy brows and the ambrosial locks, 
 Fanned on the Immortal Head the kingdom of Vulcan rocks, 
 And the firmament is martialed by mighty Mars, 
 Lest the gods themselves flee the Kingdom of the Stars, 
 For Jove, the god of lightning and thunderbolt 
 Rumbles his feet amid the lightning volts 
 Sits on Olympus Golden Throne as King of the Gods 
 And rules the universe with meaning Nods 
 The thunderbolt is held in Jove's right hand 
 To enforce the will of his Most High Command, 
 Phoebus Appollo, Jove's most honored son. 
 The great Olympian Divinity of the Sun 
 Watched by the star gilt hours patiently 
 Envii'oned by Luna's moonlight tapestry. 
 Lies on a couch studded by diamonds rare 
 Dreaming of Nymphs adored by maidens fair 
 t'ntil the gray dawn does banish his content 
 With her trumphet calling the children of the Firmament. 
 Advising Apollo that Luna fair has fled, 
 Apollo within the twinkling of an eye 
 Ariseth to charter his sun car in the sky 
 As he becomes master of the firmament 
 Quietly thinks he of those past events 
 The fair Nymph Procris did CephaUis love 
 Throughout the Spring but good Cephalus bent 
 On other things failed to wed Procris til June 
 Fell on tlie happy pair with sweet content. 
 Who danced together in heights of merriment. 
 Til suddenly his heart was torn away. 
 From that fair creature of the Orient, 
 And at the very beginning of the day, 
 Cephalus the huntsman sought in vain to slay. 
 The hart in the remote regions of the Sun, 
 Were Diana's Nymph served her Priestess Nun. 
 The Nymphs of Diana tall and debonair 
 Wear combs of diamonds to beautify their hair 
 And gird their loins with belts like living fire, 
 And when they smile Myriads light. 
 Rivals the majesty of Helicon, 
 Their pearly teeth like guards of Aphrodite, 
 Doth quite enshrine their gifted siren tongue, 
 But out fair damsel of the golden sun 
 Sunkissed, Gifted, adored but unadorned 
 Virtuous innocent by the muses blest. 
 The sweetest damsel that was ever born, 
 Is of sterner metal than contains the mould. 
 Of diamond, opal, malchite pearl or gold. 
 With ebony locks waving in the breeze, 
 
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And panting heart excited by the chease, 
 
 Procris cunningly hides near a liive of bees 
 
 To steal a glimpse of her lover in the race 
 
 ^nth swift heart that bounded on amain, 
 
 Unquered by her almost certain spear 
 
 And the swift arrows thru the vineyard flew, 
 
 All amiss. . . .but lo she bears the voice, 
 
 Of some strange voice, and thus untimely drew. 
 
 His bow let fly in the direction of the noise. 
 
 Of rustling leaves where momentarily enjoys 
 
 A glance of Cephalus, whom he loved true, 
 
 Though morally wounded by the speeded dart, 
 
 AVhich drew the life blood from her swooning heart 
 
 On went Cephalus after the fleeting heart. 
 
 With lean Laconiou hounds quick of pace. 
 
 But mid the hyacinthus his loving heart, 
 
 The fair Nymph Procris, Heavenward turned her face. 
 
 And Petals from the Tyrian flowers falls, 
 
 Upon her bleeding heart thru which blood drips. 
 
 Like soft rain drops which of outer walls, 
 
 Of upper decks of great gigantic ships 
 
 After a shower has graced the foamy lips. 
 
 Of ocean, alas fair Procris dies, 
 
 Lelaps swift hounds alone, view her as she sips 
 
 AVith Ceres and he trembles as he lies 
 
 Mute till the dawn when woodmen do espy. 
 
 He lying mute covered with dewy tears 
 
 Then bending gently o'er graceful form. 
 
 They bear her to a sea upon a bir, 
 
 To be tended by the Invidious maidens of the ashen sphere, 
 
 Then Phoebus Apollo laying on ocean foam. 
 
 His Parnassian robe, charters his flery car. 
 
 Whose spokes casts beams from heaven's Celistial Domes, 
 
 On moiintains near in canyon spread afar. 
 
 His flery car does the snow capped clouds inflame. 
 
 The atmosphere environs his horses'mane. 
 
 The verdant Morrass reflecs the ApoUos smile. 
 
 His chariot wheels casts sunbeams o'er the plain. 
 
 And Oriole sings to him all the while, 
 
 His muse is used to banish mortals' pain 
 
 He guilds the cloud the rainbow, flower and leaf. 
 
 And with bright ray banes the saddest homes of grief. 
 
 To Luna Apollo lends a pleasant smile 
 
 Who invites the stars to banquet with her o' nights, 
 
 Amid the meteors and the Satellites, 
 
 To lights which do Olympians fair alone, 
 
 ILLUME 
 Without The Sun God's aid were lost in midnight gloom. 
 At noon Apollo at the very summit of heaven's dome 
 Looks down on arth then wih a certain poise, 
 Dashes down he mountain steep to Neptune's home, 
 Where Thetis with her Sirens fair rejoice, 
 
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To view Apollo wib his soothing smile, 
 With which he greets them from the western Isle. 
 Son of Jupiter and Juno, the warrior Mars, 
 An Insatiable warrior of the heroic age, 
 Impelled by rage and lust of violence in wars. 
 Untimely leaps up to Olympus with rage. 
 Against Minerva and Juno whom he defies. 
 Who do in turn the hated Mars despise. 
 Offsprings of a fury and the fleet north winds, 
 Ofttimes draw his chariot in most bloody wars. 
 His four sons, terror trembling and fear combine, 
 Againsh common enemy fights for father Mars. 
 The dreadful scourge of mortal, lover of strife, 
 A true admirer of youthful departing life 
 Juno, he fair, wife of mighty Jove 
 Was ever jealous of her husband's love. 
 Venus the goddess, attended by the hours. 
 Forever lingers near some lovers' bowers. 
 From our low earth no Gods have taken wings 
 Even now upon our hills the twain ai'e wandering, 
 Th Medicikiues sly and servile grace. 
 And the Immortal beauty of the race 
 One is the spirit of all short lived 
 And outward earthly loveliness 
 The tremulous rosy morn is her mouths smile. 
 
 The sky her laughing azure eyes above 
 
 And waiting for caresses, 
 
 Lie bare the soft hill slopes the wile 
 
 Her thrilling voice is heard 
 
 In song of wind and wave and every flitting bird, 
 
 Not plainly never quite herself she shows. 
 
 Not swift glance of her illumined smile. 
 
 Along the landscape goes. 
 
 Just a soft hint of singing to beguile, 
 
 A man from all his toils. 
 
 Some banished Glean of beckoning arm to spoil 
 
 A morning's task with longing wild and vain. 
 
 Then if across the parching plain. 
 
 To seek her she with passion burns. 
 
 His heart to fever, and to hear 
 
 The West winds mocking laughter when he turns, 
 
 Shivering in midst of Ocean's sullen tears. 
 
 It is the Medickine well I know. 
 
 The arts her ancient subtility will know. 
 
 The stubble field she turns to ruddy gold. 
 
 The empty distance she will fold — with 
 
 In purple Guaze the warm glow she has kissed, 
 
 Along the chilling mist, 
 
 Cheating and cheated love that grows to hate. 
 
 And ever deeper soon or late. 
 
 Thou too, O fairer Spirit, walkest here upon the lifted hills 
 
 Wherever that still thought within the breast. 
 
 The inuerr beauty of the world hath moved. 
 
 In starlight that the doom of evening fills 
 
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One endless water surrounding to the West, 
 For them at thrub that beauties I have loved 
 The soul of all things beauties I have loved 
 The soul of all things beautiful the best 
 For lying broad awake, long ere the dawn 
 Staring against the dark the blank of space, 
 Opens immeasurably and thy face. 
 Wavers and glimmers there and is withdrawn, 
 And many days when all one's work is vain 
 And life grows stretching on a waste gray plain, 
 With over the short mirage of morning gone. 
 No cool breath anywhere, no shadow nigh. 
 Where a weary man might lay him down, 
 Lo thou art there before me suddenly, 
 With shade as if a Summer cloud did pass 
 And spray of fountains whispering to the grass, 
 
 save me from the haste and moist and heat. 
 That spoils life's music sweet, 
 
 And even from that lesser Aphrodite there 
 
 Even now she stands. 
 
 Close as I turn and O my soul how fair I 
 
 Minerva Goddess of wisdom stood. 
 
 On Mount Olympus and spilled the Typhoon's blood, 
 
 At the sweet beginning of Spring, 
 
 The Nymphs of Proserpine, to sing. 
 
 Within a forest as I strayed, 
 
 Far down a sombre Autumn glade, 
 
 1 found the God of Love. 
 
 His bow and his arrows east aside 
 His lovely arms extended wide, 
 A depth of leaves above. 
 Beneath o'er arching bows he made, 
 A place for sleep in russet shade. 
 His lips more red than any rose. 
 Were like a flower that overflows, 
 With honey pure and sweet. 
 
 And clustering around that holy month. 
 
 The golden bees in eager drouth. 
 
 Plied busy wings and feet, 
 
 All these their mirth and pleasure made 
 
 Within the plain Elysian, 
 
 The fairest meadow that may be 
 
 With all green fragrant trees for shade, 
 
 And every scented wind to fan 
 
 And sweetest flowers to strew the lea. 
 
 The soft winds are their servant's feet 
 
 To fetch them every fruit at will 
 
 And water from the river chill. 
 
 And every bird that singeth sweet. 
 
 Throstle and merle and nightengale. 
 
 Brings blossoms from the dewy vale, 
 
 Lily and rose and Asphodel 
 
 With these do each guest twine his crown. 
 
 And wreathe his cup and lay him down, 
 
 Beside some friend he loveth well." 
 
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From her blissful seat in heaven Esmele, 
 
 Speaks of being courted by Diety. 
 
 What were the garden bowers off thebes to me? 
 
 The Greek out mocked me because I shunned in scorn, 
 
 Them and their praises of my brow and hair, 
 
 The light girls pointed after me who turned 
 
 Soul sick from their unending forgeries. 
 
 There came a chance a glory fell to me, 
 
 New life sprung from the presence of a voice. 
 
 That scarce could curb itself to the cool Greek 
 
 Xow and on swept forth in those deep nights, 
 
 Thrilling my flesh with awe mysterious words, 
 
 I knew not what hints of unearthly things. 
 
 That 1 had felt on solemn Summer noons, 
 
 When sleeing earth dreamed Music and the Heart 
 
 Went crooning a new song it could not learn. 
 
 But wandered over it was one who gropes. 
 
 For a forgotten chord upon the Lyre. 
 
 Yea Jupiter ! "but why this mortal guise, 
 
 Wooing as if he were a milk-faced boy? 
 
 Did I lack lovei-s? Was my beauty dulled. 
 
 The golden hiar turned dross, the lithe limbs shrunk, 
 
 The deathless longing tamed, that I should soothe, 
 
 My soul in love like any shepard girl? 
 
 One night he sware to grant whatever I asked 
 
 And strait, I cried to know thee as thou art, 
 
 To hold me on thy heart as Juno does. 
 
 Come in thy thunder — kill me with one fierce embrace, 
 
 Divine embrace — Thine oath now earth at last. 
 
 The heavens shot one sheet of lurid flames. 
 
 The world crashed from a body scathed and torn, 
 
 The soul leapt thru and found his breast and died, 
 
 Died, so the Theban maidens think, and laugh. 
 
 Saying that had her wish that Semele, 
 
 But sitting here upon Olympus heights, 
 
 I look down thru that oval ring of stars. 
 
 And see the far off earths a twinkling speck. 
 
 Dust note whirled up from the Sun's chariot wheels, 
 
 And pity their small hearts that hold a man 
 
 As if he were a god ; or know the god, 
 
 Or dare to know him only as a man. 
 
 Human love art thou forever blind? 
 
 Europa Princess of Asia Daughter of Agenor, 
 King of Phonecia was blessed with a sweet dream 
 Sent by Cypris who sat gazing in the stars, 
 By whose din lights two continents were seen 
 At strife for her sake, Asia and the farther shore, 
 Both in the shape of women with fierce eyes 
 Of these two one was native of the Moor 
 The other seemed to bear a stranger guise, 
 One softly spoke of how she once did nurse. 
 The happy maidens in happy days by gone, 
 The voice of ages bearing Jove did burst, 
 
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The happy news that her dominion 
 
 O'er the fairest of the fair in his will lis 
 
 She learns Europa was destined to be lier prize, 
 
 But Eunropa from her couch in terror leaped 
 
 With beating heart, for the clear vision she beheld the dream 
 
 And thru the crevice of her cave peeped 
 
 Toward the region of Jupiter with conscience clean, 
 
 And prayed the gods their promise to fulfill, 
 
 Therewith she arose and sought the youtlrful dames, 
 
 Of her own age and told them heaven's will 
 
 A.s they arranged some new Olympic games, 
 
 The youthful damsels thru flowery meadows ran. 
 
 Gathering flowers and singing to Universal Pan. 
 
 The sweet breathed narcissus was plucked by some. 
 
 Others the myacynthus and the rose of heath, 
 
 Some the violet, the creeping tliyme and geranium 
 
 And laurels from the Daphne's favorite trees, 
 
 Were emously gathered mid the fagrant plant. 
 
 Of cinnamon and flowers of sweet perfume. 
 
 That frequently doth the fragrant meadow haunt. 
 
 Which noble sires, themselves the gardens cultivate. 
 
 For their favorite daughters of presumptuous fate. 
 
 Some gather the fragrant tresses of the yellow crocus rare 
 
 Some gather fragrant lilies on the leas, 
 
 Where bathe each morn with maidens the princess fair, 
 
 And the budded Tyrian wliich the Princess chose. 
 
 Shone more resplendent than the crimson rose, 
 
 When tJie Son of Cronus beheld Europa fair. 
 
 The shafts of Cypris did his heart subdue. 
 
 Who like the foam born Goddess of Golden hair. 
 
 Bewitched mighty Jove, who toward Europa drew, 
 
 Bullshaped the favored Princess eager to beguile. 
 
 And to avoid Juno's perceiving eye. 
 
 With concealed godhead and undeceiving smile 
 
 Unto the shadow came the maiden unterrified. 
 
 Said let us journey to the Western Isle, 
 
 On this fair bull whom Europa fair caressed. 
 
 Then he lowed gently and every maiden swore. 
 
 The Mygdonian flute on the isle of the blest. 
 
 Uttered a Dulcett sound from the strange shore. 
 
 Where Zephrus winds continue to chase the boar. 
 
 He bowed himself quite gently before her feet, 
 
 And bending his neck on Europa be gazed. 
 
 And showed her his broad back with velvet seat, 
 
 Were meant for her alone her maidens amazed. 
 
 Were wont to stand aloof but Europa cried, 
 
 Come with us dear playmates, maidens of like age. 
 
 Let us mount the bull here and take a pleasant ride. 
 
 Across the ocean to a lion's cage. 
 
 Whom destiny oft yokes with a fleet boar. 
 
 That did the dieties of Olympus fair enrage. 
 
 As thru the firmament they race o'er and o'er. 
 
 Driven by lesser divinities of arthly shore. 
 
 The princess garbed in lier richest attire, 
 
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Beckoned her maidens but up leaped the bull, 
 
 And sped to the deep — for the Princess of his desire, 
 
 In richest garb did he posses in full. 
 
 The princess to her maidens called in A-ain, 
 
 And stretching out her hands to playmates dear, 
 
 As the swift bull which bounded on again, 
 
 With parting glance could scarce forbear a tear. 
 
 For those for whom she parted on the plain. 
 
 The strand he gained and forward like dolphin sped, 
 
 Faring with unwetted hoofs over the wide sea waves. 
 
 The sea grew smooth as on the swift bull fled. 
 
 And ai'ound Joves' feet, gambled sea monsters of dread. 
 
 The Dolphin rejoiced and rising from the deeps. 
 
 Tumbled on the swell of the sea the Neriads arose. 
 
 Out of salt waters on the backs of beasts, 
 
 In orderly array as thunder shaker of the world bestowed 
 
 On the whole sea a calm made smooth the wave, 
 
 As he appeared above the foamy sea 
 
 Trumpeter of the deep the Triteus brave, 
 
 Blowed from their long couchs a bridal melody. 
 
 Meanwhile Europa riding on back of Bull Divine, 
 
 With one hand clasps the beast's great horn. 
 
 And with the other the purple folds of her gown entwines, 
 
 Around her lest the sea foam newly born 
 
 Which does the infinite fate spray of light enshrine. 
 
 While her deep robe is swelled out by the wind. 
 
 But wlien far off from her own country she saw. 
 
 Neither seat be at the adland nor a hilltop steep 
 
 Nor could she to her sweet attention draw, 
 
 A single creature from the limitless deep. 
 
 Whither bearest thou me bull god? and what art thou? 
 
 How farest thou — Godlike are the deeds of thine. 
 
 The surging waves of the sea do onward flow 
 
 And bare to and fro fleet ships that do traverse the brine, 
 
 What god art thou these marvels to bestow 
 
 Upon the sea a calm at sea where shalt thou find. 
 
 Food and what drink strange god is sweet to thee, 
 
 She spake and horned bull ^aid, maiden mine, 
 
 Speakest thou to the King of the Divine, 
 
 The fair bull's form I took on love for thee. 
 
 For I can put on the semblance of what thing I will, 
 
 In the bull's shape so great a space of salt sea. 
 
 My foster mother's home will I in love grant thee. 
 
 According to tradition from this fair princess of fame, 
 
 The Continent of Europe gladly acquired, 
 
 Phoebus sitting one day in laurel trees shade. 
 
 Was reminded of Daphne of whom it was made, 
 
 lor the god being one day to warm in his wooing 
 
 She took to the tree to escape his pursuing. 
 
 Be the cause what it might from its offerers he shrunk, 
 
 And Geruerva like to shut herself up in a trunk. 
 
 And though twas a step into which he had driven her 
 
 Her memory he nursed as a kind of tonic, 
 
 Something bitter to chew when he played the Byronic, 
 
 And I can't count the obstinate Nymphs that he had brought 
 
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 By a strange kind of smile he put on when lie thought of her» 
 My ease is like Didos he sometimes remarked, 
 "When I first met my love she was fairly embarked, 
 lu laurels as she thought, but ah . how fate 
 She has found in it by this time a very bad box, 
 I>et hunters take from me this saw when they need it — 
 You are not always sure of your game when you have treed 
 
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 Just conceive of a change taking place with one's mistress. 
 What romance would be left? who can flatter or kiss trees? 
 And for mercy sake how could one keep up a dialogue. 
 With a dull wooden thing that will live and will die like a 
 
 log, 
 Not to say that the thoughts would forever intrude. 
 You have the less chcance to win. her the more she is wooed 
 Ah ! it went to my heart and my memory still grieves 
 To see those loved graces all taking their leaves, 
 Those charms beyond speech so enchanting, but now, 
 As they left me forever each making its bough 
 If her tongue had a tangue sometimes more than was right, 
 Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite, 
 
 Phoebus Apollo — do the heavens move 
 
 With Pahos as he plays upon his lyre. 
 
 To fair Marpessa who declines his love. 
 
 With mortal sweetness, with mortal desire, 
 
 Idas, the giant of the universe 
 
 In the winged chariot of Poseidon, 
 
 Carried off Marpess to satisfy his thirst, 
 
 For her love and for her possession, 
 
 I'ather Evenus vainly tried Idas to slay, 
 
 Who with Marpessa fled the Evening ^tar, 
 
 Alas, Apollo found them in happy Messene, 
 
 And Jupiter viewing the combat from afar, 
 
 Saw swift Apollo wrest the maid away, 
 
 Seperated them and bade the three to stay. 
 
 The King of Heaven said she must decide, 
 
 Enwrapt with glory in three together stood. 
 
 In balmy atmosphere on the one side. 
 
 Apollo kissed by the Zephrus in the silent wood. 
 
 And on the other Idas with manly form. 
 
 And fair Marpessa smiling stood between. 
 
 The two after as sweet rose after a thunderstorm. 
 
 Accompanied by rainfall by mother earth so green. 
 
 So from the falling from sweet Felicity, 
 
 Doth her mortal beauty glow. 
 
 As she poses in felicious ecstacy. 
 
 Wounded by Cupid's silver arrow, 
 
 Says Apollo, "Come ! come with me where convention is 
 
 ecstacy 
 Where thrilling dares admit the bumble bee. 
 He tells her ceseless joy above the universe 
 Should she undying never sorrow 
 Never know another curse 
 Dispelling ever shadowy visions of tomorrow. 
 
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