\s • •<• «*>^* ** ** v W .9^ JT % V"V° •;•■••**""" ^Isa^."*^, «*>^ & % A %*. "* • • • A w %*» <> "'7-..' <0 T "o. *».»- A <. -.. V 1^ % ST • •••• "> "a* -yew*? *j> r «* v • •© «&.*<_ AciKz-% <**.*&k.>*_ A^na^ ^^ - 9 »^ e **«* -'Jill 9 - ^^ **% Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2011 with funding from The Library of Congress http://www.archive.org/details/poemsofsentimentOOharm cents * of * Senti HARMAN PUBLISHING CO. Vauex Falls asb Oskixoosa, Kan. Copyright bx Cole-ax Bvegoixe Hasmam, 1005 LIBRARY of CONGRESS Two Copies Received FEB 9 1906 47 Copyright Entry CUSS <£. 'XXc. No, ' COPY B. TS3fiC DEDICATION To the Sacred Memory of My Kind and Noble Parents NOAH HARMAN HARMAN EMILY BUEGOYNE HARMAN Who Lovingly Imbued me With the Inspiration and the Determination to do What- ever op Good I Max Ever Be Able to Accomplish I Most Devotedly Inscribe This Volume COLFAX BURGOYNE HARMAN To Oar First BorT2 — flngj© G. He\rroaT2 There is a sweeter, richer joy to me In one dear, precious life which truly loves me, Than in a world of glitter and of gold, Or kingdom of stale honor and vain glory. COLFAX BUKGOYNE HAKMAN Bi ©gfr a.p"Bi ©a.1° Biogr^pBieed? Noah Harman Harman, eldest of eleven childreo of Solomon and Elizabeth Harman, was born in Pendleton county, West Virginia, January 24th, 1829, married Miss Emily Jane Burgoyne November 19th 1853 and emigrated to Kansas in 1857, traveling by steamboat from St. Louis to Leavenworth, and from there to a spot 3* miles west of Valley Falls, where he occupied a claim, which he increased to a farm of 1440 acres. Here he lived until his death, .November 16, 1897. Altho there were few schools in West Virginia N. H. Harman qualified himself to teach, principally by indi- vidual study at night, using a pine torch for a light, passed examinations in West Virginia, Ohio and Kan- sas, and taught school 17 years, being the leading spirit in the erection of "Harman" or "Peter's Creek" school house on his farm. September 9th, 1890, the Farmers' Vindicator was founded by him and the last ten years of his life were devoted to editing that weekly and increasing its circu- lation to nearly 2,000 He never aspired to office but for many years was called upon to act as justice of the peace and school director. Four brothers of N. H. Harman were ministers but his convictions were those of the Agnostic, or Liberal- confessing his inability to grasp the infinite. Of his character we quote from the pen of S R. Shepherd, a lifelong associate and friend: "His mind was stored with the knowledge which is gathered from a life time of thoughtful investigation in the fields of science, religion, philosophy, history and classic, literature. In the observance of the moral code of conduct, in the exercise of charity in the practice of Si ogr ap "Bi ca.~P the cardinal virtues of private life and in all those traits of character which give men standing among their fel- lows, he was the peer of .the highest and best in the community. "His religion was as broad as the universe. It was the religion of humanity. He ever sought to widen the boundaries of human thought, to exalt the conceptions of human aspiration and to make the earth a sweeter, grander home for man. "He believed in the religion of good deeds, of hon- esty, of cheerful hope and tender sympathy, in the re- ligion of love and liberty, of human kindness, of charity and of intellectual hospitality. And as he lived so he died. "His genial courtesy, his sterling integrity and his faithfulness to his convictions of right and duty will keep his memory forever green in the hearts of all who knew him." Emily Jane Burgoyne was a daughter of an English navigator, a cousin of the British General. "General" Burgoyne, as he was also called, married Miss Burnett, a French woman, became active in West Virginia poli- tics and held office nearly a score of years, but lost nearly all his possessions during the civil war. Mrs. N. H. Harman was a woman of unlimited energy and tireless industry, a fitting help meet for a hardy pioneer who left his mountain home to make Kansas a free state. The mother of nine children, thru drouth and famine and the perils of war, she was ever the unswerving main-stay of the home. She united with the church at an early asre, and two of her brothers were ministers, but in maturer years, her faith rested in humanity and her religion was to do good. Intellectual, thoughtful, sincere — she was kind, ever patient, forgiving, loving, devoting her life-effort to duty and to the welfare of those she loved. In the fall of 1897 Mrs. Harman sus- tained a fall from a carriage which caused her death, after lingering two years. Bi ograp'Bi ©a~P Of the nine children — Noah Webster was born in West Virginia, educated in the Kansas State University and the Agricultural College, and taught school eight years. Miss Alice Francis became his wife and four children share their new home a half mile east of the old place. Charles Fourier attended the State University,, taught eight years, was admitted at the bar, patented two elevating devices and was assassinated May 5th 1894, leaving a wife and four children. David Hume and Andrew met death by accident m infancy: (The former fell aerainst a nail which pene- trated the skull.) The latter was struck in the temple by a sharp corn-stalk while playing battle. Miss May Frances was graduated in the State Nor- mal and the Agricultural College, taking post graduate work at the latter place. She has also taken special courses in Harvard University, Chicago University and Chicago Art Institute. She is now Principal of the Art Department of the Kansas City Kansas High School. Mrs. Cynthia Lockhart Zimmerman attended the State Agricultural College four years and taught several terms. She married John A. Zimmerman, also of the Kansas State Agricultural College. They own the Val- ley Falls, Rock Creek and Meriden telephone systems, and have two children. John Bright Harman was graduated in the K. S. A. C, class of 1896 and has devoted his attention to farming and raising thoroughbred livestock. He also owns irri- gated farms near Colorado City, Colorado, where he re- sides, with his wife, formerly Miss Sarah Evans, also a student of the K. S. A. C. They have one child. Mrs. Emma Hortecsia Patten took a business college course after leaving hi^h school and was also graduated in the K. S. A. C. in 1896. Sue married John V. Patten, a member of the same class. They are operating a fac- tory in Chicago and have one child. Si ©grr&.p'Bi ©a.f Colfax Burgoyne Harman was born November 24th, 1869, Si miles from Valley Falls, Kansas. He worked on his father's farm till the age of 18 aud completed the Valley Falls High School course in 1880 and the State Normal regular course in 1894, also the military course and special work in Higher Criticism. Hard work, learned on the farm, applied to his studies, enabled him to pass as many as seven branches in a term and secure an average grade of 94 on all studies in the State Nor- mal course. When a boy literature, history biography and theology were his favorite topics, and many spare moments were spent in the orchard or woods reading, speaking, or writing in verse. In both schools he was chosen class poet. Owing to parental iufluence the sub- ject of this sketch, totally abstaiued from the use of alcohol and narcotics and refrained from profanity and making a wager of any kind. In 1890 a pamphlet," Shylock's Judgment" was issued and sold, and later ".Redeemed by Love," a temperance play was printed. C. B. Harman entered the newspaper business on leaving the Normal, and for three years, with J. A. Zimmerman, issued an anti-trust ready print for about thirty papers. This partnership also constructed Anti- trust, Independent telephone exchanges in Valley Falls, Rock Creek, Meriden, Baldwin aDd Bridgeport, Okla- homa, and founded the Jefferson County Tribune at Oskaloosa, also bought the Meriden Tribune and the Daily Patriot plant at Atchison. Selling the telephone exchanges to Zimmerman, C. B. Harman ran the Tribune and Vindicator alone till November 1902 when he sold a half interest to Geo. Harman. The Harman Publishing Company now owns a third paper the Oskaloosa Times and publishes a fourth, the Valley Falls New Era. C. B. Harman is secretary of the N. H. Harman Co. and has for eight years been a director, auditor and member of the executive board of The Co-operative In- surance Company of Topeka, of which N. H. Harman was one of the founders. Miss Gertrude Crumb, of Burlingame, also of the State Normal School, became the wife of the subject of this sketch Nov. 19th, 1898 and they have three children, Hugo C. Carol and Crystal. M ex Inele ex A Birthday Prayer 34 A Conundrum 112 A Criticism and A Wish 144 Adieu 316 A Death In The Night 86 A Fizzle 262 Afterwhiles 25 A Gentleman 348 Ah Homeward Go! 66 A Home Beyond 234 Ah Why Not We?, 104 A Hymn 145 A Husband Wanted 200 A Lament— Slander, 303 Alcohol 332 A Little Star 78 Alumni Poem 248 Alumni Poem 87 All is O'er 341 Alumni Reception 265 Ambition 193 A n Old Home 189 A Ruined Rose 77 A Rustic Tragedy 305 A Satire 156 A Sonnet— Forgiven 44 A Sonnet — Mistrust 46 A Sonnet To Summer 38 A Song of Acceptance 270 A Song— Eula Lee 230 A Song of Quivera 113 A Skeptic's Thought 284 Ask Me Not 31» A Simple Love Story ™> A Tale of Love °\ A Tale of Woe ]j* A Winter Evening *™ Betz and Betsey %f£ Birthday of Two Young Ladies ^5 Birthday Surprise Party *** Boating In The Dark *w Bread and Butter x '* Clouds dy M six Come Back 314 Com ing Thru The Aisle 164 Conservatism 41 Constancy 332 Death of A Friend 220 Death of An Aged Woman . . 267 Despondency 328 Despair 315 Devotion 124 Did God Make Satan? 94 Doloris 336 Do You Think of Me? 148 Elopement 295 Enroute 191 Extermination of The Bison 288 Falling Leaves 141 Farewell Old Normal Halls 263 G-entlemen Seniors of 90 and 4 166 Gratitude 143 -Gratitude 107 Hawaii Shall Be Free 273 High School Commencement Poem 221 High School Literary 209 Homely Jake 269 Hop Tea 337 How Kind. 228 Humility Zi ™ Human Sympathy ou If You Were Bv My Side ^5 I Haye Left My Heart Behind 173 I Love You 162 I Miss Thee fl* In Imitation of Don Juan lol Intellect and Love— A Sonnet M Joy 3 g Joy and Sorrow °^ Just Why *■** Kindness 2i Life ; ona Loss of A Dear Friend #& Loss of Friendship *™ Love and Joy . . L °i Love's Dawn -j™ Love's Delirium l °° Love's Endurance ™ Love In Death Di 1723 S>C Lovelorn 331 Love's Rebuke 335 Love's Return 76 Love of Woman , 300 Manilla Bay 345 May I Come Home 172 Misgivings 151 Mortal Destiny 290 Musings 137, 219 and 236 My Pastime 108 My Ship 36 USTo Panacea. 96 Normal Bells 161 Normal Wings 216 Not to Have and to Hold 147 O Can I Wait? 122 O Come To Me 177 Optimism 343 Our Friend Adieu 219 Out In The Street 54 O Windy Day 59 Pnilomathian 258 Phiiomathian Jubilee 286 Proem . • 17 Punishment 321 Purity 159 Rangers 101 Reconciliation 58 Redeemed By Love 178 Refuge 261 Remorse Over Death of Loved One 323 Resignation 135 Respite 152 Rest 232 Retrospective 333 Returned 1"6 Rose 218 Satisfied £ 56 Shylock's Judgment 274 Silence 344 Skating lo*> Sleep 63 Snow ^5 Song— Minnie May l^l Sonnet to a Mountain.. . 109 Sonnet In Return For Flowers 95 Sonnet— To Shakespeare 51 M e:x Sonnet to Sorrow 40 Sowing 271 Speak One Kind Word 287 The Acknowledgment 241 The Holiday 150 Tne House of Stone 285 The Log Book 136 The Parting from Pussy 176 The Past 301 The Silent Kiver 142 Tne Singer— A Sonnet 47 The Soul's Thirst For Solace 291 The Spirit of The Hour . . 194 Time and Eternity 190 To Ella '. 97 To "Washington 32 To Whittier 42 Truth Will Triumph 272 Turn Thy Face to The Sun 35 Two Conflicts 268 The Blossom and Briar 343 The A 1 terglow 346 'Tis Autumn 43 The Aftermath 45 The Conqueror 339 To Woman ... 49 To The Dawn 55 To A Teacher 65 The Answer 70 To The Snow 72 The Blossom and The Maid 75 The Muito-Martyr HO The Skepto-Maniac Ill To Our Soldiers In Blue 120 To A Friend 163 The Ways of Life 215 The Sweetest Thought 322 To My Landlord 3 »4 When Death Comes 57 Why They Went l ft2 Who Is My Friend Tonight? 321 Where Is My Home? 67 Youth and Age 6 l° You Know Why 68 You Love Me *8 You Are Happy Today «» You Hold My Heart Forever *H> ros.T22 17 Pros <^m. ♦ I N hours of gladness and in doleful days QJ Of sorrow, issued forth these little lays. As summer sunbeams in a cloudless sky, Some thrilled my being when hope's sun was high ; Some welled up in my troubled heart and brain, As mighty maelstrom in a stormy main; Some in the glow of love's mellifluent light, And some in gloom of grief and sorrow's night. Judge not too harshly, I no honors claim, Nor yearn to scale the laureled heights of fame. My form is flesh, my mind finite I know; And clumsy fowls fly best by flying low. I would not boast. The ever-during years That drift away, thru mingled joys and tears Have taught me as their changing courses run That, great or small, we count at last but one— That, low or high, God's number is just one. 18 Posi'me, ©J ,Se:T2b'rr2e:T2t' "Of sentiment, and Songs of Vanished Years"! A tender theme, yet one has cause for fears The sentiment be maudlin and the songs But dirges o'er the dead past and its wrongs. Still, if in fond remembrance* jeweled case I add a velvet lining, or efface One blot which might a menace ever be Unto the holy joys of memory, Or give a moment's peace in place of pain, Perhaps that sentiment is not in vain. I would my lines could teach first and above All else truth, justice, sympathy and love. I would they might impress, if anything That hatred is the serpent's deadly sting. Search where you will thru-out the realm of tho't, . Sum up the whole of sin and evil wrought, Explore all fields where dreamers ambulate And you will find no deadlier thing than hate. And prejudice all moral law defies, In baffling truth and blinding justice' eyes. r©SlT72 19 If my poor rhymes impress but these and place A premium on kindness and menace The vile and bad, and if they tend to show That penalties attach where'er we go, That nemesis of wrong comes sure and fast Before life's grand denouement can be passed, That charm of womanhood and manhood's might Depend on virtuous thought and living right, And teach humility and gratitude, That happiness consists in doing good, That sinful thoughts bring evil deeds, and show That folly leads to vice and vice to woe- Should they teach these the cherished aim I prize, My fondest hope, I then would realize. I love my lines, to me they long have been A source of solace. From the noise and din Of business, from the farmers ceaseless strife, Newspaper cares, and "strenuous" college life, I love to disappear an hour — a day — In solitude to dream the time away. 20 Poe-me, ©J S^nftmant Perhaps in shady grot 'mid damasked bowers When nature wears her sweetest springtime flowers; Where breathing zephyrs, harbingers of ease, Waft perfume of the flowers and budding trees; Where-by some purling brook flows to the sea, Alike our lif etide toward eternity. There where, in early dawn, resplendent light Subdues the somber darkness of the night; There when at noon the glorious orb of day To faith and righteousness points out the way^ And in the eve the golden setting-sun Suggests the end — our erring earth-life done. An hour with nature's wondrous works to scan One must return a wiser, better man. 'Mid balmy beauties of a Kansas clime What soul who sees could save himself from rhyme? Such dear diversion is a grand soul-feast, And may my lines be harmless, say the least. Again your clemency, in hopes and fears To dedicate my songs of vanished years. Life 21 Life ♦ I T seems, sometimes, the stern decree of eJ fate- That there shall be no rose without its thorn — No life without its woe— would indicate 'Twere better were we mortals never born. It seems, sometimes, when we have toiled for years To gain some end, yet won but scoffer's frown, That life is full of failure and of tears And one is wisest who would cast it down. The good and ill are ever side by side. There is no day but has succeeding night. Enjoyment goes with grief, what e'er betide. Eternally the wrong pursues the right. We love, but love can change to bitter scorn. We joy, and pay the penalty in tears. Youth, health and hope and love in life's bright morn- Decrepitude— then death, thus end our years. 2S Posrme, ©j 5 Ss.T2tiT22e.T2t" If life is full of profit and of loss— Is fraught alike with pleasure and with pain— Why purchase both the silver and the dross? And, doing so, pray tell where is the gain? With weal and woe life seems a doleful mission. With thorns and roses ever side by side, Why wait and pine for hope's glad sweet frui- tion? Why live with death so painfully allied? Yet rarest blossoms grow close by the thorn, Else ruthless hands would pluck them e'er they bloom; And less of beauty would the fields adorn, And summer lose its freshness and perfume. Yet loveliest lives abide in lasting grief, And purest souls emerge from deepest woe. Long years of suffering, without relief, Refine the noblest characters we know. Were flowers and pleasures easy to obtain Possession might not then be worth the care. Our effort makes much sweeter what we gain, We relish riding after paying fare. Life 23 For apples growing nearest to the sun The small boy -risks the highest, hardest fall; Altho upon the ground there may be one Much larger that he will not touch at all. The aim most difficult is what we crave, The bravest deed is that of which we boast. In fact what e'er we feel we cannot have We mortals seem to ever long for most. Warmth would oppress without the winter's chill, The day be dull, unbroken by the night, And love insipid knew we not the thrill Of disappointment and of sorrow's blight. A paradox it seems, and yet 'tis so— Our sorrows are but blessings in disguise, And life is far, far dearer that we know The loftiest and lowliest creature dies. This life is one great smelter, grief, the fire, Expels the coarser elements and dross And lifts the soul (the metal) standard higher With but apparent, no intrinsic, loss. 524 P©€n22$ of ^5€lT2t'iT22e:T2't' This life is one grand school of discipline. Adversity, the teacher, stern, severe, Has truant laws with no age limit in, And old and young pay penalties most dear. There is a rose for each and every thorn, A glorious day for every night of gloom. Some glad young heart is ushered in life's morn For every soul who sinks into the tomb. There is indeed a balm for those who weep, A rest for those aweary of their care. Long-suffering souls, who constant vigil keep, Some day will hear an answer to their prayer. Aye let us then be gratified to give, Contented, do what good we can to-day. Live and not "let" but help mankind to live: A maxim it is well to keep alway. tfjWw-BitWs 2& ♦ I was borne to the realm of the afterwhiles, Qj In the arms of my muse, thru the dreary miles And mists of the future that lapse and span The mortal now and the goal of man. I was borne to the realm of the future years, Far out of this sorrowful vale of tears And into the cycle that is to be, Where man from the sins of the flesh may be free, Where no wrong prevails, where no sin defiles, j In the beautiful realm of the afterwhiles. the afterwhiles! the afterwhiles! Thru morrow's mists a million miles, Afar from the realm of the minds of men, Beyond the scope of human ken. How little we know of time and space! How soon may time that little efface! 2€^n } C\m.eiT2\l And sickness and sorrow and death were there In the land I had deemed so wondrous fair. And the face of hope's sun which I thought was so bright Had spots on its surface as black as the night. I saw mass upon mass and throng upon throng, A multitude crowding and moving along; And some were rejoicing and some were in tears, And thus were they passing the af terwhile years, And many grew faint as they struggled along But were ruthlessly tramped, neath the feet of the strong. I saw some that I knew to be wicked and vile Were leading their betters on mile after mile; While others of kindness and goodness possessed Were trudging alone far behind all the rest. Some cripples helped others strong-limbed and athletic, While pleasant smiles wreathed faces sadly pathetic. I grew sick at the sight and trembled with fear But I cried with my might— It is as it is here! It is as it is here, so my soul did avow, It is as it is here— it is as it is now! And I saw mid the mass as it struggled along Those I knew to be vile and deceitful and wrong, They were leagued close together in coteries vile Making up the procession long mile after mile: And oft I observed, what I fain would efface, That the vilest and worst had the very best place, While the meek and the lowly the good and the kind, Sad hearted and lonely, strode slowly behind. I grew sick at the sight and I trembled with f tar But I cried with my might— It is as it is here! It is as it is here, so my soul did avow, It is as it is here— it is as it is now! And so I say that the coming years, With their hopes and their dreams of the joy to be, Are as full of sorrow, as fraught with tears, As the wrong- wrought now and its misery. The afterwhiles, the afterwhiles, Trudge, wanderer, thru those weary miles Out into the realm of the is to be, Out into the great eternity -30 P©<£r?2$ ©J ^5€.T2tlT2^€:12't Search thou with the breadth of finite scope, Search thou to the height of infinite hope, Exhaust if thou wilt the power of mind: But vain be ever thy hope to find A higher type, or a loftier goal, Than untarnished flesh — than immaculate soul I 0, the after whiles, the afterwhiles! Thru smiles and tears and tears and smiles! Does life's dull dream last on for aye? From the doleful gloom of sorrow's night Doth there come no gleam of shimmering light? Doth the morrow bring not day? What earthly joy would we not forego In this mortal sphere could we but know? Let the afterwhiles be afterwhiles, Tears will be tears, let smiles be smiles. Let by-gones be in the years agone, Why grope thru the night when there comes a dawn? Why mourn a dead past when the present gives Us beauty and pleasure and joy and lives? Sufficient the evil is unto the day. Do you know of some heart that is pining away? Some mother who mourns for her child which has perished— Some lover who pines for a heart which it cherished— Do you know of a form that is writhing in pain? Do you know of some soul that has struggled in vain? The place is here, the time, today. Drive doubt and sorrow far away. Lend the heart and the hand to the work that we have. There are hearts to cherish and souls to save. Live now, for the present, the good you can do, And thus best prepare for the coming years too: And know, above all, in thine own self lies The weakness to fall or the courage to rise. In the afterwhiles, when death's storm-clouds frown, Life's shadows lengthen, the sun goes down, And the purple gleams of the dying day O'er thy Care-grooved forehead flicker and play, relinquish thy life in the spirit of him, The sacred Child-God of the great Bethlehem, Who relinquished his life as a sacrifice free That our souls might live on to eternity. 3S Posrme, of S^n^im^n^ To Wa5"B"ir2Gjt©T2 l| sainted soul! Thou honored and revered, Vly Above all honored to our nation known, Thou whom, when our dear country's hope had flown, And death and ruin to our hearthstones neared — When dying patriots for their loved ones feared, And prayed deliverance from the cruel crown— thou who struck the direful enemy down — Her haughty hosts from all our harbors veered: From depths of Valley Forge to Yorktown's height, With heavenly justice armed and power divine* Marched on to victory and eternal right — Heaven sing thy praise. It is not mine, Or mortal, to depict the light Thy virtue o'er a world doth make to shine I Love's, D&jwo. 33 ^\_J AVE you seen a Kansas sunrise? How _] I the rich, resplendent light Floods the world and turns away night's dingy scroll! So does love's dawn in one's being doff the veil of sorrow's night; So does happiness' warm sun illume the soul. How the shapeless, frozen rocket, flying far thru barren space, Melts in meteor flash when touched by at- mosphere. So the life that 's lone and loveless, clasped at last in love's embrace, Casts a gleam of joy and love-light far and near. Let the sun-light and the love-light bless each creature of the earth! Peace on earth, good will to men, be every prayer. Let the doleful dirge of sorrow change to song of joy and mirth! Free the world from pain and heart-ache everywhere. -34 POS.T22S, of -Se.T2tlT22S.T2t A Birffiels^/ Pre^/B(9 P(D<2.T?2«, ©j* 5)SlT2tlT22e.T2t M^ Sftip i ^ \n a glad, bright day in life's month of May, Vly Hope whispered along the lea, And I launched my ship for a treasure trip O'er a shining southern sea, And I wait and I wait, but my ship and its freight Have never come back to me. Oh, warm was the wave, and my ship did lave Its sides in the silvery spray. And the wind blew fair and sweet perfumes rare Were waft on the shores of May. I plucked sweet flowers thru the balmy hours And basked in the sun's warm ray. I dreamed on the lea and I dreamed that the sea Was bringing me home my prize, And my life was gay and the month was May And I watched with eager eyes; But the vision fled. Now my hope lies dead, As much that is holy lies. My ship was lost. My treasure tossed Awhile on the stormy main, But a pirate sail soon drew in hail My precious freight to gain. Hope's sun sank low-ah well I know It never can rise again! That sea is life. 'Tis full of strife, By sin and grief engrossed. That ship-my love-a white-winged dove- I cannot count the cost. My priceless freight— my heart's young mate- The love I won and lost. 38 PoeiT^Q, OJ" ^5€lT2tlT22€:T2't' A J5oT2T2e'C to SxA.mm<*v (p\ I ow bright the effulgent beams which / \ cro 1 crown the hills, And flood the world with beauteous, golden light! The earth from sea to sea is beaming bright With dazzling beauty, all the air it fills, And in my saddened heart new hope instills, Which frees it for a moment from its blight. See all around is bloom, the mountain height, And forest glade and banks of rippling rills. summer season, gladdest of the year, Sweet, radiant season, loving, blooming time, To me thy sunlit scenes are ever dear, My heart is filled with the music of thy chime. Thy warm sun soothes like a maiden's kiss the soul And cheers and thrills and beautifies life's whole. G£©a.cLs -j-^ Gfoad^s ,T here are times when the clouds close o'er, J- And the sun disappears from our sight; And the day, tho a moment before All sunshine, is shrouded in night. So sickness and sorrow close down On the sunbeamy days of our life, And we lie in the night of God's frown And pray for relief from our strife. Grief 's shades are as real as those shrouds That darken the world with their forms. Oh were they as light as the clouds, Our lives might know fewer soul storms. But the future will roll all away. Take cheer lonely heart the deep gloom Will break forth and effulgence of May Smile over thy beauty and bloom. 40 Poe-m$ &f S&ntim^nt -Sonnef to Sorrow (^ deep lie our sorrows, so deep in our ^—^^_y souls! So heavily, weigh down the fabric of life! The struggling spirit is vanquished with strife, Yet onward grief's torrent still merciless rolls To crush our frail being, oh nothing condoles The bosom sore pierced by misfortune's sharp knife. The whole world with sorrow unceasing is rife. No solace is soothing, no savior consoles. Go bury thy sorrow, e'en make it a grave In the rent it has made in the depth of thy heart. Go bury thy sorrow, this silently save What grief to another would useless impart. Somewhere, mid the mist of the future afar Tho shrouded in shadow, is shining a star. GoTQ.ssrrv'a.tiSTM 41 Got2 ^.erVevt i sm he seasons fly so fast! JL So soon the lovely flowerets droop away! It seems but one brief day From summer bloom to winter's frozen blast. The years go by so fast! And one by one our loved ones pass away. Life, health and hope today — Tomorrow comes grim death's cold bitter blast. Come while the bloom is on, Store well thy heart with virtue's richest treasure. Conserve life's purest pleasure, Then wear her jewels e'er the lustre 's gone. 42 Poerag, of ^©-retime-rat' To Wftiffier Q^T)est thou in peace, thou immortal mind! 1 A century hast thou spread a flow of light, In beauteous effulgence, pure and bright, To illume the darkness brooding o'er mankind I The chains that slavery forged thou didst unbind, And, groping thru the darkness and the night, Lost souls thou hast redeemed, and given sight. To those whom light of heaven sought to find. None dearer to our nation's heart is known. We have none greater in these shapes of clay. Not nearer to his God has mortal grown, Than thou who hast this moment passed away. Sweet soul, thy robes in heaven now unfurled, Take thou the benediction of a world. "yi is autumn. Gloomy are the skies, -L And drear the rain drops pattering; But when I look in your dear eyes I dream 'tis spring. 'Tis autumn. Damp and chill the air, And sharp and keen the north wind's sting; But gazing in your face so fair It seems 'tis spring. 'Tis autumn and the birds have flown, No more with song the woodlands ring; But when you speak your soft, sweet tone Recalls the spring. 'Tis autumn, yet with all its gloom, If to my heart it could but bring Your love, hope's fragile flower would bloom, And life be spring. 44 Po&t^q, ©J ■Ssmti-menat' 6\fow bright and warm the sunshine seems j\^Jx>day! The sky how clear, how soft and sweet the air, As 'twere ambrosia laden! Blossoms fair Bestrew the meadows stretching far away. And strange indeed, it was but yesterday, My heart was burdened down with grief and care, The world seemed one dull picture of despair, And future skies all gloomy cold and gray. 'Twas one sweet word that wrought the great transition; Just one sweet word, low spoken in my ear, That consummated hope's glad, sweet fruition, Calmed every pulse-beat and allayed my fear. "Forgiven," — and the gloom of night was riven. "Forgiven" — and I knew the peace of heaven. Tfie :flftgr-omt6 4& + \ ot all, like Ruth, may glean 'mid sheaves. OJ \ Those favored rights are rare. The modern Boaz barely leaves The stubbles brown and bare. The modern gleaner gleans and grieves, Till his sinews exhaust and his bosom heaves; Yet no gleanings are found in his weary path But the grainless green of the aftermath. The king that both reaps and gleans today— In this world with business rife, In our hustle and bustle and heedless way Of living — the grain of life, Leaves reaper and gleaner to fall in the fray. The king is unkind to Naomi today. Heart-broken and weary, they droop in the swath, Nor survive till the green of the aftermath. reaper and gleaner, who toil in the fields, king, who controls both the gleaning and reaping, Share, share earth's rich blessings and bountiful yields! No caste and no crime is a maxim worth keeping. Who rule on the throne and who toil in the sun Their rights and their wishes are ever as one: And alike must all fall in the Death-Reaper's swath, For He garners the grain! and the aftermath. 46 P©©.T22e, ©J ^5eT2tlT22€:T2t' il Soiree £, Mi^trcLst eiT2tlT22S.T2t' Yoa LoVe Me Avou love me, you say, JL Precious one, and the day Beams with beauty and bright are the skies; For the light of no sun Whose course is yet run Can compare with the light of your eyes. You love me, you say, And my heart, light and gay, Leaps with joy at the sound of your voice; And the heavens and earth Seem to mingle in mirth And make my whole being rejoice. You love me, you say, then love me for aye! For your love is the light of my life, The crown of my realm, My anchor, my helm, Be ever my dear sweetheart wife. So72T2€:t T© WoT22802 49 To Mfom^u ♦ I he world has had more than one Savior of men. So many, so many, along life's way, Wear thorn-crowns that we may wear roses of May, Bear sorrow that we the more pleasure may gain. Ah, Woman, what height can we hope to attain To rise to thy equal? How can we repay What freely thou givest unto us each day, To drive out earth's sorrow— to banish its bane? Withdraw thy sweet influence, the world is all sin, Restore it, you virtue and honor enthrone. With that deep dream of Eden did pleasure begin. Men were indeed lost, were they doomed to be lone. Crowning act of creation, great gift from above, Least tribute I offer— my holiest love! ^)0 Pos-me, of ^5©T2iTit22e.T2-t' fiuraeoi JSj/rapsJtB^ ♦ | he farmer who has sown his seeds Is much annoyed to find that weeds Have grown in place of golden grain, And so it is with all. No pain Is worse than for a soul to find No sympathy from human kind— To feel that all it does is lost, What e'er its pains, what e'er the cost — That briars of cruelty have grown Instead of seeds of kindness sown — That weeds of selfishness displace Tht grain of God's forgiving grace— And thorns of base ingratitude, The Savior's sweet similitude. The soul in sad humility Still longs for love and sympathy. -So-nmet" to 56a.^espe.ars JS©T2T2e't To Sfiesj^e^pesvre ♦ I mmortal bard! Thou mightiest of men! 0/ Thou myriad-minded muse whose fame has shone Thru-out the ages, and whose name has grown A household word on every tongue and pen, Give voice unto the years, pray speak again, Proclaim thru-out all time, in every zone, The cherished wisdom, which is thine alone, That erring man no more need strive in vain. Proclaim the time when sorrowing will cease; Nor crime nor wrong prevail, nor battle's gore Begrime the spheres, when men shall dwell in peace And harmony and love forever more. Engrossed in all the wisdom of the years, Confirm our faith. Allay our future fears. S2J POS1T72Q, ©j 5 S®:T2'tiT2QeiT2t' 4 ^r ou are happy today, -L At your home far away, Far free from life's cloud and gloom. Where the south wind blows, And the wild flower grows, And bursts into beautiful bloom. You are happy today, So young and so gay, Rejoice in the summer hours; For the north winds blow, And the frost and snow Will wither the tender flowers. Be happy today, Dear one, while you may, Think not of the care and strife. Live in sunshine and spring, Little fortunate thing, We know too much grief in this life. lT2te.f "Pe©t ^T2el LoVe Infef f eet 8vn3 LoVe t I he meteor-flash of intellect oft outshines, J- The mellow light of love's enduring flame, As tender light of stars is put to shame When 'thwart the heavens dash those fiery lines; But love alone in starlight droops and pines, While intellect, in the flooding light of fame, Arises, crowning hopes of joy to claim, And largest riches from earth's treasured mines. Pure love-light burns with calm and ceaseless glow, Eclipsing all emotions less profound. Forever, in its unremitting flow, Sweet solace for the human heart is found. Pure love-light floods the over-flowing soul, Sustains and soothes and consummates life's whole. i)4 Posrms, oj S)7 "Wfiem Deaffi Gome^ ich thy charms, fair dame of fashion, Love-lit eyes and silken hair, Ringlets, pearls and jewels flashing, Many, many hearts ensnare. Joy be with thee in thy folly. Vanity the soul benumbs. Pride must fall and melancholy Mar those features bright and jolly. All must yield to destiny, And bow in low humility, When death comes. Bright thy crown; king of mammon! Great the power thou dost command. Destinies of men and nations Lie within thy mighty hand. May thy reign be filled with glory. To gluttony thy power succumbs. Empires fall and carnage, gory, Ends a many a king's life story. All must yield to destiny, And bow in low humility, When death comes. 1)8 P©£T22^ of ^©T2ti*T22e-T2t Re G OT2G1 f 1 atl 0T2 ♦ I was like a cloud, that cruel altercation -*- That crossed our sky. The light of hope and sweet anticipation Dimmed in my eye. Oh, how I prayed for reconciliation, Dear, precious one! And how my heart beat in its exultation When it was done. 'Twas like a storm, that awful intermission — A storm at sea. Huge billows of remorse and deep contrition Surged high o'er me. I seemed a fragile ship in gale-swept ocean With love my freight, And, foundering in the wave of my emotion Sank by its weight. 'Twas like a pall upon the bier of pleasure; For love seemed dead. There was no sound of joy in tuneful measure; A dirge instead. Oh welcome the resplendent beams from heaven - The calm at sea— Blest be the pining heart at last forgiven! Peace unto thee! Ofi Wir>a^ D^ 59 Oft WlT^ Db^ I 4 1h windy day! ^-^ You blow my heart away. Oh gust and dust! Escape from you I must. Would I were laid In some cool forest glade— No storm molest — In peace to sleep and rest. Oh woeful day! You grieve my soul away. Oh broken trust! Lose faith and hope I must. Would I could lie Me down in peace to die— For aye forget The grief that does beset. 60 Pqetos, oj 5 -Sena'h'msmt' Thou fainting heart, Let courage not depart. The storm and dust, Grief, doubt and broken trust, Will pass away. There dawns a brighter day. God doth design Peace for a soul like thine. K"it29t2<=:,s.s Who has a kind and humble heart Has greater gift bestown Than wealth obtained at honor's mart Or powe r upon the throne. The weary stranger, hungry, cold, With thoughtful, low-bowed head, Is turned from mansions rich in gold And from the cottage fed. Ti a "clsi LoVs: iT2 Derate 61 * f— J good man dying lay. Qj -*- Beside, his loving wife, with bated breath Sat watching while his life ebbed slow away. Her heart with his was linked in sympathy, I spoke no word, but sat in reverie. True love, thought I, it is true love in death. His pallid cheek and brow Foretold to us the end was drawing near. She clasped him closer now, As tho she hoped to hold with her embrace His fragile spirit in its wanton place. The hardest heart could not withhold the tear. True love, tho't I, it is true love in death. 62 Poe.72-23 ©J Seintim&nt Days, weeks passed slowly by, And still his fragile spirit had not flown; Yet ever when the morning sun was high, Or when the moon's pale light at midnight shone, This guardian angel sat close by his side, True to the last, whatever might betide. So much his life into her own had grown: True love, thought I, it is true love in death. Oh, when I come to die, [breath, When God shall bid me breathe my latest Will some dear one be nigh, To give me love and sympathy and power- To soothe my spirit in the dying hour? Hath death for me that which life doth deny? Shall I, too, know true love— true love in death? ££Wp 6% JSfeep YC> ast night I slept all thru a raging storm. I * So deep my sleep, so perfect was my rest. That, tho the household flurried with alarm, I neither woke nor dreamed of what had passed. The raging wind pressed hard upon the pane, The dashing rain-drops beat against the door, The lightning plunged its fiery shafts in vain, And deafening grew the thunder's mighty roar; Yet calmly, soundly sleeping there I lay, As tho impervious to impending harm, The firmament was riven by the storm, 64 Foe-mo, ©f ,S