PS 
 
 
 NIGHT 
 MAGIC 
 
 AND 
 OTHER 
 POEMS 
 
 RUTH ELLIOT 
 
Class _IPS_3^^Q ^ 
 Book 'L 5-6 T.A /,?' 
 
Night Magic 
 
 and Other Poems 
 
 BY 
 
 Ruth Elliot 
 
 BOSTON 
 
 The Stratford Co., Publishers 
 1919 
 

 Copyright 1919 
 
 The STRATFORD CO., Publishers 
 
 Boston, Mass. 
 
 The Alpine Press, Boston, Mass., U. S. A. 
 
 MAY 12|yi9 
 
 IGI.A515492 
 
 h* 
 
Contents 
 
 Songs op the Out o' Doors „.„„ 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Night Magic 1 
 
 The Song of the Roving Foot ... 2 
 
 Retreat 3 
 
 The Call of Spring 5 
 
 The Herd Girl 6 
 
 NightfaU 7 
 
 The Storm . 8 
 
 A Blind Man's Thanksgiving ... 10 
 
 Living 12 
 
 The Storm 13 
 
 The Conqueror 14 
 
 His Trail 17 
 
 Hope 19 
 
 Tramping 20 
 
 Morning 21 
 
 Spring 22 
 
 Love Ltbics 
 
 Rebirth 25 
 
 Homage 27 
 
 To a Soldier 28 
 
 '*! Love You StiU" 30 
 
 iii 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Come Back Love 31 
 
 Praise 32 
 
 A Man's Man 33 
 
 A Woman's Prayer 34 
 
 I Love Him 35 
 
 Consolation 36 
 
 Prayer 37 
 
 Flood 38 
 
 Enlightment 39 
 
 Disillusion 40 
 
 To You 41 
 
 Child Poems 
 
 The Potato Bug 45 
 
 Falling Down 46 
 
 The Deer Head 47 
 
 Relief • . . 48 
 
 LuQaby 49 
 
 Little Boy Blue 50 
 
 Lullaby 51 
 
 Miscellaneous 
 
 Messengers of Peace 55 
 
 Christmas Morn 56 
 
 Christmas Hymn 57 
 
 Prayer .59 
 
 Just Smile! 60 
 
 iv 
 
Night Magic 
 
 WHEN the wail of the swamps and the 
 marsh -hen's call, 
 And the moan of the southern pine 
 All meet 'neath the rays of a yellow moon, 
 And the charm of a hoot-owl's whine 
 In the magic sway of a southern night. 
 And the call of the southern sea, 
 There's a thrill to life and a rush of joy 
 That's a breath of eternity. 
 
 [1] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 The Song of the Roving Foot 
 
 WHEN you hear the call of the Roving 
 Foot, 
 It's up and it's far away; 
 When you follow where roads wind over the 
 plain, 
 From dawn 'til set of day. 
 
 For the Song of the Roving Foot is loud, 
 
 And it sings with a siren call. 
 Though the lure of the home and the heart is 
 strong 
 
 'Tis a song that can still them all. 
 
 So at the call of the Roving Foot, 
 
 It's up and it's far away, 
 'Tis the call of Life leads over the road, 
 
 From dawn 'til the set of day. 
 
 [2] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 Retreat 
 
 THERE where the sea-gull dips his wing, 
 There where the passing breezes sing, 
 Their lullaby of rest, 
 
 There where the blue-fringed gentians vie 
 With deeper blue of wave and sky- 
 Is Nature wholly blest. 
 
 High o'er the lily's flaming lips. 
 Light as he darts, the hummer dips. 
 
 Or butterfly awing; 
 Past where the blue-bell nods its head. 
 
 Past where the berries cluster red. 
 The pines and the waters sing. 
 
 Late when the moon is swinging low, 
 Sending its path o'er the waters, slow 
 
 On the heels of the dancing wave, 
 Swings a canoe, and its paddle's dip 
 
 Silently vies with the slip-slap-slip 
 Of the water's listless lave. 
 
 [3] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 There where the night sends out its peace, 
 There where the day brings quick release 
 From fretting cares that bind, 
 There where the world seems far away, 
 There where we may have faith for aye. 
 Soul-happiness we find. 
 
 L4 
 
OTHEE POEMS 
 
 The Call of Spring 
 
 THE winds call over the plains, my lass, 
 The green spreads over the hills, 
 The birds are calling to us, my lass. 
 To go where the spirit wills. 
 
 The air is filled with a thrill, my lass. 
 
 The world is beginning to wake. 
 For Spring's in the earth and the air, my lass, 
 
 And it's over the moor and lake. 
 
 Then up with a joy and a hope, my lass, 
 
 We'll travel the king's highway, 
 We'll start with the birds and the spring, my 
 lass. 
 
 And frolic the live-long day. 
 
 For the way of life is broad, my lass, 
 And the springtime zeal is strong, 
 
 Then up with a joy and a hope, my lass, 
 And brighten my way with song. 
 
 [5] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 The Herd Girl 
 
 A PASTURE land, the evening calm 
 Falls misty over all. 
 Across the deep'ning silver gloom 
 Rings low the herd girl's call. 
 
 She flings aside the pasture bars, 
 The while she dreams pursues, 
 
 And softly with her whistle sweet 
 Her fancies bright renews. 
 
 There, still and dark against the sky, 
 Where night-fall waits above, 
 
 She hears the challenge cry of youth, 
 The call to life and love. 
 
 [6] 
 
 I 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 Night-Fall 
 
 ORANGE and gold all flung across 
 And here and there, a tinge 
 Of purple into yellow melts, 
 Beneath — the trees, a fringe. 
 
 The graying twilight settles down. 
 The birds have ceased, but hark! 
 
 A growing chorus of night things, 
 And after that — the dark! 
 
 [7] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 The Storm 
 
 THE rising winds the raindrops lash, 
 The mighty moan and crick-crack-crash 
 Of tree on tree beneath! 
 The frothing waves with thundering roar, 
 Break wild upon the rock strewn shore 
 Where hard the breakers seeth. 
 
 All green and blue, all gray and black, 
 The waves hurled fiercely up and back 
 
 Show dark against the sky. 
 The ever-leadening heavens blend 
 The purple glow, where lightnings rend, 
 
 With angry red on high. 
 
 But up and over all the blast 
 
 Of wave and foamings heavenward cast, 
 
 Peals loud the thunder's squall. 
 And wilder, shriller, as they fling 
 Their gray-white bodies on the wing. 
 
 Shrieks high the sea-gulls call. 
 
 [8] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 As crack and crash, as moan and roar 
 Rise high on the resounding shore 
 
 And clouds in thunder form, 
 Up, whirling, raging as it pants 
 The unmeasured tumult to enhance, 
 
 Maddened, comes the storm. 
 
 [9] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 A Blind Man's Thanksgiving 
 
 I THINK I see the bright sunshine, 
 And too, the flicker of the leaves, 
 The dancing shadows of the tree, — 
 The shifting patterns that it weaves. 
 
 I see the softness of the grass, 
 
 The hazy blue of open sky, 
 The clouds that, white across the blue, 
 
 Make sport as they go drifting by, 
 
 I see the shimmer of the lake, 
 The whiteness of the lovely sand, 
 
 The blue green thickness of the pines 
 That, dark, behind the waters stand. 
 
 I see the flashing glint and spark 
 
 Of all the living things awing 
 As over pool, or fern, or flow'r, 
 
 They poise, and hang, and dart, and swing. 
 
 [10] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 Long years have left me visionless; 
 
 And when the deepening darkness preys 
 Upon the vision of my soul, 
 
 And its enduring brightness grays, 
 
 I humbly thank my Maker then 
 
 That I had vision once to see 
 "What sunshine on a rushing wave, 
 
 Or forests deep with shade might be. 
 
 [IIJ 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 Living 
 
 TO be alive! to smell the scent of burning 
 leaves, 
 To revel in the gusts of wind 
 That send the blood careening through your 
 
 veins, 
 To see the sky all blue, then purple-gold, 
 And hear the music of a thousand living things, 
 That's to be alive! 
 
 [12] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 The Storm 
 
 HOW black the barren trunks of lofty pines, 
 Which weave a stately pattern 'gainst the 
 
 sky, 
 Where dull gray spreads too dead to hold the 
 
 sun 
 Which like an orange disk is trembling hung in 
 
 space ! 
 The frogs full chorus from the bayou's depths! 
 Then quickly from the blackening northern sky, 
 Comes up with rush and roar the rising wind. 
 The stiff tall pines stand straight, then lean, and 
 
 lean, 
 Then right themselves, and lean, and lean again, 
 Like some advancing host they downward crash, 
 The victims of the furious battling storm ; 
 With rising force it crashes on its way, 
 Its wake — a chaos, silent with despair, 
 Then like a frightened beast its sullen roar 
 Falls silent, and a softly sighing wind 
 Steals through the trees to watch the moon arise. 
 
 [13] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 The Conqueror 
 
 THE pines, how still, how bare ! 
 And out on brilliant ice and jagged snow 
 Where blackened sky waits breathless overhead. 
 The moonbeams rest in rose and purple gleam, 
 The air hangs cold — ^the moon is shot with red. 
 
 What form is this to dare 
 
 To break the stillness, thwart the moonbeams' 
 
 sport, 
 To send those ringing notes so glad and gay 
 To heaven, and defy the brilliant moon, 
 To mock the winter and its demons stay? 
 
 A shadow blots the moon. 
 
 The wind begins to stir the breathless air. 
 
 In quick 'ning gasps it shakes the lifeless pines. 
 
 The brilliant ice has changed to deadly gray, 
 
 Which here and there a jagged hole defines. 
 
 [14] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 That merry voice ! too soon 
 
 The wind 'gins lash him as he bends, 
 
 And graceful moves to stride the broad expanse, 
 
 The blackness settles down ; with deadly moan 
 
 The pines now rock, the tumult to enhance. 
 
 And still he carols on; 
 
 And still the echoes muffled make reply, 
 
 And still his strides the rushing wind would 
 
 break, 
 Past jagged hole or ice-clump's deadly snare 
 Still struggling on, he gains the outer lake. 
 
 And so the night is gone ! 
 At last when morning 's purple rays outburst 
 O'er-shot with red the wondrous dawn disclose, 
 The silence broods again o'er crystal ice, 
 And vanquished now are man's demonic foes. 
 
 How now ! he falls, is down ! 
 
 Why yields he when his way at last is free. 
 
 Why strives he not to conquer pain and cold ? 
 
 But ah! he rises, battles, and is on 
 
 With lagging steps which struggle to be bold. 
 
 [15] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 But sleep appalls ! 
 
 With lurching steps he makes his painful way, 
 And dragging slowly staggers to his door ; 
 He stiffens now, and "Conqueror," he cries — 
 Then sinks to deathly sleep, his vigil o'er. 
 
 IIG] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 His Trail 
 
 HE reeled and swayed from the camp that 
 night, 
 He left his trail of red on the white 
 Of the snow, as he scourged his tired dogs 
 'er the jagged ice and the frozen logs. 
 
 He left his trail on the frozen air 
 
 Of crashing scourging and ravings, where 
 
 He cursed the dead dark stillness past 
 Where the breadth of snow meets the sky at 
 . last. 
 
 And back at the end of the trail he 'd run 
 A woman had given her life for his son. 
 
 At thought of the dead his brain grew wild 
 And mad, he cursed the new-born child. 
 
 And still back there at the end of the trail 
 
 An infant voice sent up its wail 
 Another being born to cry 
 
 And curse in time at the northern sky. 
 
 [17] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 He reeled and staggered and swayed and swung, 
 Into the night where the stillness hung; 
 
 But the treacherous ice demanded prey, 
 And the red dawn found him stiff and gray. 
 
 [18] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 Hope 
 
 THE days seems dark, 
 The wind is high, 
 And rages loud 
 Through the darkened sky, 
 But hark to the robin's note! 
 
 The raindrops fall. 
 
 And the shifting mass 
 
 Of threatening clouds 
 
 O'er the dull sky pass, 
 
 But see! there is blue afloat. 
 
 The world seems dark, 
 But hear the song, 
 And the rift of blue 
 Sends our hearts along 
 With trills from robin 's throat. 
 
 [19] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 TRAMPING 
 
 WE'RE off for a tramp thro' woodlands 
 and swamps, 
 "We'll swing on our way with the lightest of 
 feet, 
 While we thrill with the joy of a life on the 
 road, 
 And our hearts sing a song thro' the noon- 
 tide heat. 
 
 We've comrades aplenty to liven the way; 
 There's the call of the birds and the nod of 
 the flow'rs, 
 There's the song of the wind and the scent of 
 the pine. 
 If we wish joy in life, for the asking it's ours. 
 
 So we'll tramp from the dawn till the set of the 
 sun 
 And we'll glory in life, and we'll revel at 
 sight 
 Of the beautiful things by the side of the way 
 Till tramping days end in the Great Journey's 
 night. 
 
 [20] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 Morning 
 
 HEIGHO, 'tis morning ! come over the hills, 
 Drink in the sunshine the morning air 
 thrills, 
 Breezes are blowing the flowerets' plume, 
 Follow the brook past the bluebell's full bloom. 
 
 Come tread the fern and the moss as you go, 
 See where the grasses and wild flowers grow, 
 
 Follow the footpath 'neath widespreading trees 
 Past where the marsh reed bends low with the 
 breeze. 
 
 Heigho, awaken ! leave sleep on the wing ! 
 
 List while the robins their morning lays sing. 
 Up now, be merry! ere care's on its way, 
 
 Laugh hale and hearty, its high holiday! 
 
 [21] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 Spring 
 
 THE birds have come winging and singing 
 their way 
 Up from the southland in brilliant array, 
 Have come singing and swinging o'er woodland 
 
 and glen, 
 Their piercing note ringing thro' moor and 
 thro' fen. 
 
 Their songs have come wailing and flailing the 
 
 air, 
 With the gladness and sadness of joy and of 
 
 care, 
 Have come sailing and hailing the springtide 
 
 anew, 
 Have come with the paling of wintertide's hue. 
 
 Come, list to the lilting and tilting so gay. 
 And hear the bright message that spring's on 
 
 the way, 
 How the wilting and melting of winter is o'er, 
 And joy's in the music of God's out-o'-door. 
 
 [22] 
 
Love Lyrics 
 
Rebirth 
 
 HARK ! how the song of rapture 
 Sinks to a moaning gray, 
 While my love's once throbbing life-beats 
 Flutter and die away. 
 
 Silence, the great gray silence, 
 Of a sudden deep despair, 
 While I seek the cool deep woodlands 
 Plunging I know not where. 
 
 I only know that the sad wind 
 Is telling the brook its tale. 
 That the somber fir-tree shudders 
 Wrapped in a mourning veil. 
 
 I only know that the sunshine 
 Has fled from my glad dream-hills ; 
 That the scent of the blown rose-petals 
 My soul with madness fills. 
 
 [25] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 And I pray to my God in anguish, 
 That the veil of gray may lift 
 That the cry of my heart be lightened, 
 That the leaded hours be swift. 
 
 And down in the depths of the woodland 
 
 Alone with the soul of the earth, 
 
 I witness the great Creator 
 
 Give my tortured soul new birth. 
 
 126] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 Homage 
 
 WHEN the morn gleams fresh with the 
 dew, love, 
 And the winds blow soft from the sea. 
 The thought of you into my soul, love, 
 Comes creeping with day's high glee. 
 
 Comes from the wind-swept mountains, 
 From the breath of the new-waked plain, 
 Comes from the sunshine that hovers 
 O'er fields agleam with the rain. 
 
 When the night has come up from the sea, love, 
 And the air is so softly still. 
 Thoughts of you linger near, love, 
 My longing soul sweetly fill. 
 
 And then from the plain and the mountain 
 The shadows, the moon, and the dew, 
 Come visions of you, loved and loving, 
 And the whole world pays tribute to you. 
 
 27] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 To a Soldier 
 
 DIDN'T you know when you stood on the 
 hill 
 With your hand in mine, 
 With your hair wreath-twined, and your child 
 face flushed, 
 That I was thine ? 
 You were merely a laddie then 
 
 And I but nine, 
 But didn 't you know ? 
 
 Didn't you know as the years went by 
 
 In their onward sweep, 
 And your love quick drew responding love, 
 
 From my heart's deep? 
 You were so very eager then 
 
 Reward to reap; 
 And didn 't you know ? 
 
 [28] 
 
 4 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 Didn't you know when you met your fate 
 
 With the ebbing tide, 
 With the ship of death went up and on 
 
 That my heart died? 
 But I had not said I loved you dear, 
 
 Just for fearful pride, 
 God grant that you knew! 
 
 [29] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 "1 Love You Stiir* 
 
 IF you should marvel that I love you still, 
 And loving, have no hope that you my love 
 return, 
 (Nor ever in the leaden years to come) — 
 My only answer to the pain your words would 
 
 bring 
 Could be to falter with my heart gone dead, — 
 "I love you still!" 
 
 But if from down the dreary waste of years, 
 Which echo dully with the world's harsh dim, 
 Perchance I hear your name, perchance your 
 
 voice, 
 'Twill in some measure help to fill the void 
 That echoes only with the words, 
 ''Hove you still!" 
 
 [30] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 Come Back Love 
 
 THE sun lacks warmth; the wind spring's 
 cold, 
 And my soul with scorn is rife, 
 For the op'ning flower and the greening grass 
 Fail in their call to life ; 
 My soul gone dead for a thousand years, 
 (So it seems in the leadened hours) 
 Heeds not the call of the wooing spring, 
 Nor the luring scent of flowers ; 
 Come back, love, with your quickening pulse, 
 With your mad desire to thrill. 
 Come with the warmth of thy soul's deep fires. 
 And the call to life, until 
 My soul shall burn with a newfound life. 
 And my heart's new hopes shall rise 
 Till I taste again the glorious joy 
 Of love that is Paradise ! 
 
 [31] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 Praise 
 
 IF once thro 'out the endless chain of years 
 Which flow unceasing on their onward way, 
 A stranger ask in some more serious strain, 
 ' ' Who was your inspiration and your life ? ' ' 
 So full my heart has been, so long unop 'ed, 
 'Twould take but that to make my praises flood 
 Upon you, like an ocean at high tide, 
 To urge my tongue to utter words so high, 
 'Twould show you glorious, mighty, likened to 
 a god! 
 
 [32] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 H 
 
 A Man's Man 
 
 E'S a man, a man's man, 
 And he dips his paddle with a mighty 
 swing, 
 And his voice can make the echoes ring, 
 And his heart's all gold. 
 
 He's a man, a man's man, 
 And he carries his hopes so high, come weal 
 Or woe, he's ablaze with light and zeal, 
 And he makes the soul of his comrade feel 
 He's a man — all told. 
 
 [33] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 A Woman's Prayer 
 
 DEAR God ! oh give me strength and inward 
 sight 
 To guide with wisdom all my lowly deeds, 
 That thought and act may be so fraught with 
 
 right, 
 'Twill help him in his daily work and needs ! 
 Oh ! help me, God, to give him all I should. 
 To be to him companion, friend and wife, 
 A mother to his children, brave and good, 
 That I may strengthen till I be his life. 
 
 [34] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 I Love Him 
 
 I LOVE him, I love him, 
 And above him in the bine. 
 Birds always seem to trill with joy, 
 With happiness anew. 
 
 I love him, and the sunshine 
 Glows brighter every day, 
 The sorrows of a life time 
 Grow faint and fade away. 
 
 I love him, and oh fortune 
 Be gracious as before! 
 Grant me a thousand ages 
 That I may love him more ! 
 
 [35] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 Consolation 
 
 IF 1 should never see him more 
 Should never feel anew 
 The wonder of his two strong hands, 
 His spirit tried and true, 
 The sunshine in his stirring soul, 
 Despair's most sombre hue 
 Would fade before the wondrous thought 
 That I had learned to love. 
 That all the world was sunshine now 
 The sky all blue above ; 
 Since I had learned his presence filled 
 The splendor of the air, 
 Since he had come, and made me feel 
 That God is everywhere. 
 
 [36] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 Prayer 
 
 GOD grant that in the long years thro ' 
 I may find work so hard to do 
 To make me deep enough of soul 
 To cherish that which is my goal 
 In only holy light and true. 
 
 Grant me, thou God, who gracious art, 
 True sight to see the better part 
 Of life, that I may learn to be 
 Worthy of him who loveth Thee 
 "Worthy to reach his inmost heart. 
 
 [37] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 Flood 
 
 LIKE the tidal wave of great desire 
 Quenching a hidden inner fire, 
 That, flooding our souls with its swish and swirl, 
 Drifts us on with its endless whirl, 
 The raging, beating, force of love 
 Rises our former life above. 
 And rushing us up on the crest of its wave, 
 Carries us on. 
 
 [38] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 Enlightment 
 
 THAT we might see the glint of sunshine on 
 the leaves; 
 The glory of the gold autumnal haze, 
 The beauty of the wooing winds of spring, 
 The witchery of summer's changeful ways, 
 God gave us love. 
 
 [39] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 Disillusion 
 
 WE love and dream, and oh how fair 
 The moments passing seem, 
 Then all too soon we startled wake 
 To find it but a dream. 
 
 At shattered happiness we snatch, 
 Our hopes, how drear, how few ! 
 
 When grim reality has dawned 
 And lovers prove untrue ! 
 
 [40] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 To You 
 
 WHEN the sky glows with, the dawn- 
 ing, 
 And the world is passing fair, 
 A cave man to his cave miss, 
 I haste to find thee there. 
 
 Ah! I search the wooded places, 
 And I hunt the vine-grown hills. 
 But my longing finds no outlet 
 For the hurt of pain that thrills. 
 
 E'er illusive through the ages, 
 While I as of old pursue, 
 You will ever be the cave miss 
 I the cave man, after you ! 
 
 [41] 
 
Child Poems 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 The Potato Bug 
 
 I DIDN'T know it wasn't good, 
 It looked so nice and fat, and stood 
 So small on that potato vine. 
 
 It was so pretty and so round, 
 
 With black spots on an orange ground, 
 Looked as if 'twould taste just fine. 
 
 So then, I bit it — but you see 
 
 Potato bugs aren't good for me, 
 And — ain 't it awful to be nine ! 
 
 [45] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 Falling Down 
 
 ONCE when I fell down the stairs 
 I hurt myself, and mother, she 
 Just kissed me without seolding me, 
 
 And daddy hugged like everything, 
 Until it made my heart just sing, 
 
 But my ! 'twould take a half a town 
 To tell how I felt falling down ! 
 
 [46] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 The Deer-head 
 
 THEY always said I was a-scared 
 To pass the deer-head in the hall, 
 But I just couldn't be afraid — 
 They said it wouldn't bite at all. 
 
 "Why, I just couldn't be afraid. 
 Because its fur was soft and fine, 
 And all its horns were shiny hard, 
 But oh! the way big eyes can shine! 
 
 [47] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 Relief 
 
 WHEN I was very, very small, 
 And couldn't stay up late at all, 
 Oh, once I dreamed an awful way 
 That made me feel like — I can't say! 
 
 I dreamed my mother was a-float 
 
 And sailing in a little boat, 
 And then when I began to cry 
 
 I woke — and she was there, — and my! 
 
 [48] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 Lullaby 
 
 SLEEP, my little baby dear, 
 oh, sleep, sleep, sleep. 
 While the shadows drift and scatter 
 
 on the deep, deep, deep. 
 And goblins all are fearful 
 
 as they creep, creep, creep. 
 Round my love. 
 
 Rest, my little honey, while 
 
 I croon, croon, croon. 
 
 And the vapors shift and hover 
 
 round the moon, moon, moon, 
 
 Your eyelids close in slumber 
 
 to the droon, droon, droon 
 
 Of my love. 
 
 [49] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 Little Boy Blue 
 
 LITTLE Boy Blue with the tangled curls, 
 Come in the meadow with me and play, 
 Tell me now why the brooklet purls. 
 Ask again why I sing so gay ! 
 
 Little Boy Blue with the sleepy cries 
 Come to my arms while I sing to you, 
 
 Where have you vanished. Drowsy Eyes? 
 Were you a dream, my little Boy Blue ? 
 
 Who comes a-striding up thro' the gloom, 
 
 Who sings as only a lover can. 
 Is it a stranger lad come home? 
 
 'Tis little Boy Blue become a man. 
 
 [60] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 Lullaby 
 
 THE wind is crooning low, my honey, 
 The birdling soar now swift now slow, 
 The sky is black with clouds, my honey, 
 Sleep, my little honey — oh. 
 
 The leaves are whirling down, mj honey. 
 The trees are bending to and fro, 
 The rain is hurling hard, my honey, 
 Sleep, my little honey — oh. 
 
 So sleep and dream, my little honey. 
 Mother watching, holds you so, 
 All her dreams about you hover, 
 Sleep, my little honey — oh. 
 
 [51] 
 
Miscellaneous 
 
Messengers of Peace 
 
 THE song of a voice from far away 
 Flushing the world a sunset rose, 
 A lovely note on the stUlness gray 
 And deep in the soul a great repose. 
 
 A radiant flash in the darken 'd sky, 
 A stir of life through the still night air, 
 The lilt of a laugh that forbids a sigh, 
 And the soul 's deep joy comes full and fair. 
 
 Thus to the soul so deeply sad. 
 
 In a rosy mist and the dawn 's release, 
 
 In words from the heart that is gay and glad, 
 
 Steal forth the messengers of peace. 
 
 [55] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 Christmas Morn 
 
 THE snow glows crimson with flush of dawn, 
 The morning breathless waits beyond the 
 hills, 
 Life, life with its exaltation bears us on, 
 'Tis Christmas, Christmas morn! 
 
 Another day to live a lifetime full, 
 
 To revel in exultant joy and hope. 
 
 To know that Christ the Saviour reigns supreme, 
 
 Love glorifies the morn. 
 
 [56] 
 
OTHER POEMS 
 
 Christmas H5ann 
 
 I 
 
 EXULT, exult, lift high your heads, 
 And glad your voices heavenward fling, 
 Afar 'neath Bethlehem's shining skies, 
 Is born this day Creation's King. 
 
 Refrain : 
 
 Lift high your heads, your voices raise. 
 Exult, exult, be glad and sing. 
 Let high and low alike proclaim 
 Jesus the Son of God our King. 
 
 II 
 
 The eastern skies are flushed with day 
 Where late the darkened heav'ns fair 
 With bright and radiant glory flamed. 
 All glowing 'neath that wondrous star. 
 
 Refrain : 
 
 [57] 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 III 
 
 Through every land this Christmas day 
 Will surge anew glad hope, that sings 
 In hearts that bow before Thy throne; 
 Jesus, thou Lord, the King of kings ! 
 
 Refrain : 
 
 58J 
 
OTHBE POEMS 
 
 Prayer 
 
 LOED, when the tempest rages 
 Bid me to learn 
 Strength then to calm my passion ; 
 Bid me to yearn, 
 High for the things Thou lovest, 
 Scorning the low, 
 Glad for the strength Thou givest, 
 Yearning to know ! 
 
 169J 
 
NIGHT MAGIC 
 
 Just Smile! 
 
 IF the works don't pay, 
 Just smile ! 
 If the sky looks gray 
 
 For a while, 
 Keep a grin on your face, 
 Keep abreast the merry pace. 
 And if then you lose your place. 
 Just smile! 
 
 [60] 
 
Deacidified using the Bookkeeper process. 
 Neutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide 
 Treatment Date: Oct. 2009 
 
 PreservationTechnologies 
 
 A WORLD LEADER IN COLLECTIONS PRESERVATION 
 
 111 Thomson Park Drive 
 Cranberry Township, PA 16066 
 (724) 779-2111