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 A COLLECTION OF POEMS 
 
 A. PURINTON. 
 
 LYNK MASS., 1886. 
 
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 OBSERVER BOOK AND JOB PRINT, 
 1886, 
 
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 DEDICATION. 
 
 JULIA ANN BOYCE, 
 
 AND 
 
 Other Dear Friends 
 
 Who have encouraged me in publishing 
 
 Autumn Leaves, 
 
 TN/S BOOK IS DEDICATED 
 
 With the love and best wishes of the Author 
 
^^rcfacc. 
 
 The author begs leave to explain to 
 those who read these pages, that her ad- 
 vanced ao^e of more than " three-score 
 years and ten," found her ^accepting the 
 advice of friends to publish these poems, 
 most of which were written years ago, 
 without the least expectation of putting 
 them before a critical public. She asks 
 all to be charitable in their criticisms, re- 
 membering the book is published with 
 the hope of gaining a competence to 
 help secure a comfortable home during 
 the few days of life which may remain to 
 her. 
 
 Lynn, Mass., Nov. 22, 1886. 
 
TABLE OF CONTENTS. 
 
 Old Lynn, 
 
 Lynn at Present, 
 
 Jessie Lee. 
 
 By-Gones, 
 
 The Poetry in Nature 
 
 Retrospection, 
 
 Tlie Old and the New 
 
 The Fliglit of Time 
 
 Music, 
 
 Winter, 
 
 The Song of Life, 
 
 Lorenzo Dow, 
 
 The Sewing Girl, 
 
 To a Young Student, 
 
 Acrostic, . 
 
 Life, . 
 
 The Young Bride, 
 
 The Empress Catlierine, 
 
 Farewells, 
 
 Improvements of the Age 
 
 The Little Bird, . 
 
 Summer Rambles, 
 
 The Silent Guest, 
 
 Progress, 
 
 Parson Peck's Baby, 
 
 Forest Voices, 
 
 The Wreckers, . 
 
 Spring, 
 
 The Pilgrim Fathers, 
 
 The Human Will, . 
 
 A Shipwreck, 
 
 Dedication of Pine Grove Cemetery 
 
 Fancy Flights, . 
 
 In Memoriam, 
 
 A*v Father, 
 
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 14 
 19 
 30 
 32 
 38 
 41 
 43 
 45 
 4(5 
 47 
 49 
 56 
 57 
 59 
 59 
 61 
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 G5 
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 72 
 75 
 78 
 81 
 83 
 84 
 85 
 87 
 91 
 94 
 98 
 101 
 105 
 111 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 My Brother, . 
 
 Young Mother, 
 
 My Sister 
 
 In Memoriani, 
 
 ToC. A. Hayden, . 
 
 To a Young Friend, 
 
 Clara, . 
 
 Waldo Bradley Russell, 
 
 My Cousin, 
 
 To a Poetess, 
 
 ToH. M. H.,' 
 
 To a Young Lady, 
 
 Jesus at the Well, . 
 
 The Transfiguration, 
 
 Inspiration, . 
 
 Aspirations, 
 
 Misfortune, 
 
 Faith, 
 
 The Young Ruler, 
 
 Friendship, 
 
 A. D. Merrill, 
 
 Egg Rock, 
 
 The Caribou Queen, . 
 
 Sequel to the Caribon Queen, 
 
 Kossuth, 
 
 In Memoriani. 
 
 Rev. Daniel Fillmore, 
 
 Jesus at the Pool, 
 
 An Acrostic, . 
 
 To Sarah, . 
 
 My Rose, 
 
 The 0;»k and the Vine, . 
 
 Louise, 
 
 Weeds, . 
 
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 120 
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 124 
 125 
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OLD LYNN. 
 
 In by-gone days within our reach, - 
 
 A winding path led to the beach. 
 
 I have pleasant memories still 
 
 Of the Salt Works, and old Wind Mill. 
 
 And now, it might seem rather harsh 
 To pick our way over the old salt marsh ; 
 Carefully stepping o'er hillock and stones, 
 At the fearful risk of breaking our bones. 
 
 Or making a detour tar and wide. 
 Lest we slip in the slime pools left by the tide ; 
 And our mothers, we'd not dare to meet, 
 With muddy frocks and dripping feet. 
 
 But all these dangers safely passed. 
 And our crowning wish secured at last, 
 We went rejoicing on our way, 
 To '' Sagamore Hill " around by the bay. 
 
 And we climbed up the green hill's brow, 
 Where there's nothing but streets and houses now ; 
 And where the hill was dug away 
 Are found the houses of to-day. 
 
lO AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 But grazing on the sides so green, 
 The cows in pastures might be seen. 
 While a few old houses brown and gray, 
 Were sprinkled all along the way. 
 
 What would some of the old folk say, 
 Could thry see the city of to-day ! 
 Flaming in colors gay and bright, 
 Glowing in the electric light. 
 
 One sweet June day, I was beguiled 
 Into fresh pastures green and wild, 
 And up the steep hills sloping side, 
 Where tangled vines the mosses hide, 
 
 Our footsteps turned to that famed spot 
 In the deep woods, Old Dungeon Rock ; 
 Scarce tempted by the bright array 
 Of flowers upspringing on our wa}'. 
 
 We hastened on, up the wild slopes. 
 To the crowning Mecca of our hopes ; 
 And feeling ourselves greatly blessed. 
 Reaching at last that place of rest. 
 
 Tradition says that Captain Kid 
 His immense treasure here had hid : 
 And it was said an earthquake's shock 
 Had shattered and disturbed the rock. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I I 
 
 And it may be we held our cosy chat 
 In the very same place the robber sat 
 And counted his ill-gotten gains, 
 Ere burying them with so much pains. 
 
 And repeated the story old, 
 By my grandmother so often told, 
 As with garrulous and dulcet tones 
 She talked of the old ancestral homes. 
 
 It was in the good old times he went, 
 In Salem's earlier settlement, 
 And, as I judge from her report, 
 Great uncle, or something of that sort. 
 
 And left one heart so true and tried 
 Who sought in vain her grief to hide ; 
 And hope and faith alike grew dim, 
 As she never heard one word from him. 
 
 Her bounding heart its hopes renew, 
 Whene'er a ship's sail caught her view ; 
 But no tidings came of any sort. 
 From any ship that came in port. 
 
 So time went on ; after some years 
 Strange rumors aggravate her fears ; 
 Her hopes deferred and feverish grown. 
 She to an early grave went down. 
 
12 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 While his ship, the sport of every breeze, 
 At last the cruel Pirates seize; 
 And powerless with this bandit horde 
 xire murdered and thrown overboard. 
 
 But he, of all the crew was left, 
 And into useful service pressed ; 
 Roving the seas from clime to clime, 
 And never joining them in crime. 
 
 As their chances of escape grew less, 
 And sick of this life of wretchedness. 
 They conned among themselves the pl^^Ji 
 Whether to kill or save the man. 
 
 They drew from him such solemn oaths. 
 Never their secret to disclose ; 
 Directing him to a secret spot 
 Where buried treasures might be got. 
 
 And for his life's sake he must say 
 No other one should learn the way. 
 In the meanest lives of sin and shame, 
 Some thoughts of justice will remain. 
 
 Finding on his returning home, 
 That love and joy for him were gone ; 
 He lived alone, and while others slept, 
 From prjn'ng eyes his secret kept. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 And how he went, or when he came, 
 Must ever be to them the same. 
 And when the fogs hung thick and h)w. 
 Off in his little boat lie'd go. 
 
 And it may be, came round the bay, 
 And through the thickets found his way. 
 On through the woods to this same spot, 
 And here his buried treasures sought. 
 
 With no one but himself to please, 
 He could like Indians mark the tiees. 
 And this acc^ounts for his odd ways. 
 Oft being gone for several days. 
 
 The Marbles thought by the spirits' aid 
 That they could find where it was laid. 
 And here they du": an immense cave, 
 About which all the people rave. 
 
 They dug by night, they dug by day, 
 But from their digging came no pay ; 
 For all the money which they got, 
 Was from the crowd that thronged the spot. 
 
14 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 LVNX AT PRESENT. 
 
 Its sunny hills and rustic vales 
 
 Are open to the sea, 
 Upon whose beach the crested waves 
 
 Roll grandly wild and free. 
 
 And hundreds make it a resort 
 In sunshine and in showers, 
 
 Liking, with the wild waves, to sport 
 Away their leisure hours, 
 
 Or, by an eager wish spurred on, 
 In spite of wind and wave. 
 
 Some visit the old " Spouting Horn," 
 And view the "Swallows' Cave." 
 
 There one may take such airy flights. 
 On fancy's sportive wings, 
 
 And revel in the pure delight 
 Imagination brings. 
 
 And would you settle down in Lynn, 
 Resolved to take your chance. 
 
 You'll find along with rush and din. 
 They steadily advance. 
 
 There may be found the opulent. 
 The learned, and the wise ; 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 5 
 
 Some of inore active temperament, 
 And those who seek to rise. 
 
 The merchant and mechanic, 
 
 Prohfic streams from whence 
 The nation draws her tonic, 
 
 Giving health and strength. 
 
 And there are open to the wise, 
 
 Who find them, more or less. 
 With energy and enterprise. 
 
 Roads leading to success. 
 
 For with this close alliance 
 
 Of steam and telegram, 
 They have every appliance, 
 
 Which does not prove a sham. 
 
 And as I looked around. 
 
 This inference I drew, 
 That where so man^^ do abound, 
 
 There must be suftering too. 
 
 Standing aloof, yet not apart, 
 
 In numbers not a few. 
 Are those who seek with all their heart. 
 
 The Muster's work to do. 
 
 No matter where you do belong, 
 So many churches wait, 
 
1 6 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Ready to take you right along-, 
 E'en up to Heaven's gate. 
 
 And you must ever bear in mind, 
 If your way is not quite clear, 
 
 That all the isms with their kind. 
 Are getting less severe. 
 
 And 'neath the temples sanctified 
 
 By penitence and prayer, 
 The noble charities reside, 
 
 And raise their altars there. 
 
 The Sunday schools and libraries, 
 
 Like magic, diffuse peace, 
 And the humane societies 
 
 Are ever on the increase. 
 
 The mighty import of a thought, 
 
 That struggles into life, 
 May coming destinies involve, > 
 
 With future interests rife. 
 
 Pity to fling away a thought 
 
 In eager search for gold, 
 Since all its purchased pleasures soon 
 
 Must leave the heart so cold. 
 
 Granted it is the talisman 
 
 Without which all soon fails ; 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 7 
 
 There needs must be a steady hand 
 To balance well the scales. 
 
 The hospitals are open wide 
 
 To all whose wants appeal ; 
 The antidotes are well supplied, 
 
 With soothing balm to heal. 
 
 If you go down North Common street, 
 
 I'll readily engage 
 You'll find a safe and sure retreat 
 
 For poverty and age. 
 
 Where want and sorrow pressing sore 
 
 Gave no respite to care ; 
 Their burdens dropping at the door, 
 
 They find a refuge there. 
 
 And there are others, not a few, 
 
 By the highest instincts led ; 
 Their ministries distil like dew. 
 
 Rich blessings on their head. 
 
 The fair for the Old Ladies' Home, 
 
 Which seems to be their forte, 
 Was thought by those who go and come, 
 
 A triumph of high art. 
 
 It was viewed with admiration, 
 As a wonder of its kind. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 A perfect inspiration 
 Of the creative mind. 
 
 While offerings, so freely showered, 
 
 A halo o'er them flings, 
 So like the precious ointment poured, 
 
 A savor of good things. 
 
 May blessings spring in their pathway, 
 With roseate hues be fraught, 
 
 That sparkle like the diamonds ray, 
 With the rich gems of thought. 
 
 God bless the men and women too. 
 Who in these charities engage. 
 
 And may both loving hearts and true 
 Reward them in old age 
 
 To some I am sure my story 
 Were more than half forgot, 
 
 AVithout its crowning glory, 
 The eminence High Rock. 
 
 Who that has climbed its dizzy height 
 And viewed the prospect over, 
 
 Be filled with pleasure and delight 
 At the ocean and the shore. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 1 9 
 
 How grandly with each changing hue 
 
 Does the rich landscape gleam 
 With its wondrous far stretching view 
 
 Of forest, hill and stream. 
 
 Or in the highlands overlook 
 
 Those beautiful abodes 
 That on shady hill or sunny nook 
 
 Seemed clad in gala robes. 
 
 While coming forth on every hand, 
 
 Fresh as the morning dew, 
 There little ones, a smiling band, 
 
 In charming beauty grew. 
 
 JESSIE LEE. 
 
 Our fathers sought for freedom. 
 But they often turned aside, 
 
 F'or with election and probation 
 Their hearts were sorely tried. 
 
20 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 The vicious and debased 
 Alike were tempest-tossed ; 
 
 For how could any one be saved 
 That was destined to be lost ? 
 
 And one disheartiiing feature 
 About which the fathers raved, 
 
 Was, that our poor human nature 
 Seemed so utterly depraved. 
 
 This led to much dissension — 
 
 Doubting-, fear and strife, 
 Poisoning the very atmosphere 
 
 Of a true and higher life. 
 
 That they wrestled with traiisgressionj 
 And sought for peace and rest, 
 
 Is but a dim suggestion, 
 
 Of their highest, noblest, best. 
 
 With vengeful spirit underneath, 
 Quakers were hunted down to death, 
 And it may be that all too soon 
 Persistence hastened on their doom. 
 
 For who would ever dare intrude 
 Upon his self-sought solitude ; 
 Or mar by any social strife, 
 The promptings of his inner life. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 2 1 
 
 And could such violeuce be done 
 
 Had they kept meditating- on ? 
 
 They felt expedients so rash, 
 
 The hangman's cord, the whip, and lash. 
 
 Still further adding to their woes, 
 By Rawson shipped to Barbadoes ; 
 Drawn on by passions so irate 
 To give expression to their hate. 
 
 Close wedded to their forms and creeds, 
 They seemed unconscious of their deeds. 
 And mammon with his lordly pride, 
 And pomp, and stute, were deified. 
 
 The great need of that trying hour 
 Was kind help from a higher power. 
 From doubt and darkness into light. 
 To redeem them from their sorry plight. 
 
 Already there was in the field 
 A torch from Wesley and Whitfield. 
 An Angel of mercy we shall see, 
 Came in the person of Jessie Lee. 
 
 And the scoffers' laugh and priestly sneers 
 Fell like chaff on believers' ears. 
 And the thorns and briars which good seed choke, 
 Vanished at once in fire and smoke. 
 
2 2 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 And fired with the flames of a new advent, 
 On to Boston the Preacher went. 
 Fearing naught in his holy que«t, 
 No one to trouble or molest. 
 
 And still whate'er his going forth, 
 Or living evidence of worth, 
 Or work lor souls he had in mind, 
 To no church, entrance could he find. 
 
 No altar waited him to bring 
 A message from the Great High King ; 
 No roof above but the translucent sky, 
 And its star-spangled canop3^ 
 
 But He who calls them eai'h by name, 
 His garment spreads o'er all the same, 
 While they obeying His command 
 Rest in the hollow of His hand. 
 
 The Master being at the helm. 
 He straightway went to the old Elm ; 
 And, being drawn by the sweet sounds, 
 A goodly number gathered round. 
 
 They lingered near to hear him tell 
 
 Of Jesus at Samaria's well. 
 
 The old, old story, ever new 
 
 For those who thirst and hunger too. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 23 
 
 And, seeing many by the waj^ 
 Continued there to sing and pray, 
 On the common, a sweet, lovely spot, 
 Where all who chose could go or not. 
 
 And while they lingered as if spell-bound. 
 A feeling of distrust went round. 
 And not a soul among them dared 
 To offer him a shelter unprepared. 
 
 While some waxed warm with good intent, 
 Still others were on mischief bent. 
 And dfuibtless much good seed was sown, 
 Where wheat and tares had together grown. 
 
 Sadly he turned himself about'; 
 Hungry and cold, he was left out ; 
 0, what could more his feelings rasp 
 Than this disdain, thus o'er him cast ! 
 
 He searched his pocket, and from thence 
 Took only thirty-seven cents, 
 And saw \vith this he must contrive 
 To keep both man and horse alive. 
 
 And can we wonder if he doubt 
 The mission which had called him out '/ 
 It must be so ; here was no cheat, 
 Satan was sifting him like wheat. 
 
24 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 And would he, could he stand the test, 
 Like doubting Thomas at the best ? 
 'Twas but one moment, only one, 
 No real mischief could be done. 
 
 If self be nailed unto the cross, 
 Could he not suffer pain and loss ? 
 And this mi.scht only be the test ; 
 He would follow on to know the rest. 
 
 But as the night was setting in 
 An invitation came from Lynn, 
 Which Satan's forces set to route, 
 And man and horse at once set out. 
 
 The wild waves rushed with deafening roar 
 O'er the salt marsh along the shore. 
 The road being rough and incomplete, 
 Scarred in passing, the horse's feet. 
 
 A rift of light, one glimmering ray, 
 Shot IVom the light-house o'er the bay, 
 And snow and hail with blinding force 
 An impetus gave to man and horse. 
 
 On he drove through the keen, cold air; 
 His soul uplifted in praise and prayer, 
 For in himself he was a host 
 Moved by th(^ power of the Holy Ghost. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 25 
 
 It may have been from tongues of flame, 
 That into his soul the Spirit came ; 
 And gave him that foretaste of heaven, 
 Which Paul and Silas had in prison. 
 
 He hastened on ; an hour or more 
 Brought him to Mr. Johnson's door, 
 And, filled with joy, he found at last, 
 Glad welcome and the warm hand-clasp. 
 
 The light, the warmth, the genial glow 
 Of Christian fellowship below ; 
 And such a feast ! it might have been 
 Enough to satisfy a king. 
 
 And then, as if the feast to crown, 
 The Master's blessing is called down. 
 And 0, with what supreme delight 
 He held a meeting that#very night. 
 
 And the next day in the forenoon, 
 Another in the great front room. 
 And how, as if by magic sent 
 So many people came and went. 
 
 For the preacher, now being housed, 
 To special efforts was aroused, 
 And ministered in words and deeds 
 To all their spiritual needs. 
 
 4 
 
2 6 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 And as if the emergency to meet, 
 
 His zeal was kindled to white heat. 
 
 Until it seemed to him almost 
 
 There was camping round a mighty host. 
 
 Pilgrim and stranger though he came, 
 Known only to them by his name, 
 Yet of such wondrouvS power possessed, 
 He captured all that he addressed. 
 
 His eyes so mild, with fire seemed lit 
 As he proclaimed from holy writ ; 
 lie awakened such a faith in some, 
 Persuading them to Christ to come. 
 
 There were some who drank life's bitter cup 
 Who, with faith renewed, looked calmly up. 
 And some poor wrecks of shame and sin, 
 From ways of darkness, were drawn in. 
 
 And some poor victims of the fall, 
 Came readily and gave up all. 
 The oneness of his end and aim. 
 Their close attention seemed to gain. 
 
 The fruits of this new sensation 
 
 Were seen in a little church 
 Which after two weeks in building-. 
 
 Was finished even to the porch. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 27 
 
 Their hearts with joy elate, 
 
 Broke forth in f^ladsome song, 
 And burst the bonds of fate 
 
 That had fettered them so long. 
 
 No organ lent its thrilling tones 
 
 To the trained choir above, 
 ihit none the less did praise ascend 
 
 From hearts attuned by love. 
 
 The summer airs were laden 
 
 With sweet scents from fields. 
 With the song of birds, and matins 
 
 Which bounteous nature yields. 
 
 But there were the gleam of sunshine ; 
 
 And the gentle stir of the breeze ; 
 The waving of the branches ; 
 
 And the rustling of the leaves. 
 
 What need of paint or fresco, 
 When in the sun's bright shine 
 
 Could be clearly traced the pattern 
 Of flower and leaf and vine ? 
 
 xind for the work hereafter, 
 
 A pastor must be found ; 
 Willing to plant and water. 
 
 And it might be, till the ground. 
 
28 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 And filled with love for the master, 
 
 Which kindled to a flame, 
 While looking to the fature, 
 
 On Bishop Asbury came. 
 
 Although small the little church, 
 
 And smaller yet the fee, 
 Yet all the same the edifice 
 
 Must dedicated be. 
 
 His fervent Apostolic zeal. 
 Merging in plans so broad, 
 
 All emanated from a life 
 
 Hidden with Christ in God. 
 
 Deep calling unto deep, 
 
 In his Prophetic soul ; 
 Before him as on a sea of glass 
 
 The future lies unrolled. 
 
 He said that from that hour 
 An influence should go forth, 
 
 That, reaching out from east to west, 
 Should rouse the South and North. 
 
 He fathomed the abyss 
 
 Of wretchedness and sin, 
 Which, serpent-like, had coiled round, 
 
 And was dragging them within 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 29 
 
 And as his ravished soul 
 
 The vision passed before, 
 He saw a countless throng arise 
 
 Like sands on the sea-shore ; 
 
 Struggling- as if for life, 
 
 On the incoming wave. 
 Freighted with souls of priceless worth 
 
 Which Christ alone could save. 
 
 And by the tragic wail 
 
 Fi'om this prison-liDUse of sin, 
 He saw the soil was ready 
 
 To put the ploughshare in. 
 
 And seeing eye to eye. 
 
 From the beginning to the close, 
 He felt the tangled wilderness 
 
 Would blossom like the rose. 
 
 And from the whitened fields, 
 
 Would float upon the breeze, 
 The sound of reapers coming home, 
 
 Bearing along their sheaves. 
 
30 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 BY-GONES. 
 
 As, by soft winds are gently stirred 
 
 The ripples on a lake, 
 So even a slight or careless word, 
 
 The silent memories wake. 
 
 And if the hidden memories start, 
 
 So long ia silence lain, 
 To lacerate the aching heart. 
 
 With all their torturing pain ; 
 
 'Twere better far to heave the sigh 
 
 O'er thoughts of long ago, 
 Than 'neath their shattered casement lie, 
 
 Of apathy and woe. 
 
 Those shattered chords may ne'er respond 
 
 To love's sweet dream again, 
 Or listen to those accents fond, 
 
 Whose utterances were vain. 
 
 Quite vain were words to liken 
 This new joy which o'er me broke 
 
 When, to the measure of its bliss, 
 The heart responsive woke; 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 And joyful thrills ecstatic, did o'er 
 
 My heart strings play, 
 Like a beautiful strain of music, 
 
 That softly steals away. 
 
 So like the gold and amber hues, 
 That gild the clouds of even ; 
 
 As bright and evanescent too, 
 Just on the verge of heaven. 
 
 In sighs the fond heart sought relief; 
 
 Its tears in secret wept ; 
 And o'er the ashes of its grief. 
 
 Its nightly vigils ke})t. 
 
 Upspringing from the smouldering heap, 
 
 That now in ruin lies, 
 Where love and grief their vigils keep, 
 
 Shall faith and hope arise. 
 
 For angels with their spotless wings, 
 
 Are fanning into life 
 That evidence of unseen things, 
 
 With wondrous power, so rife. 
 
 The disenchanted soul looks up 
 With eager, longing eyes ; 
 
 The angel of the golden cup 
 It readily descrys. 
 
32 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 The golden nectar it distills 
 Is full and sparkling o'er 
 
 And thou mayst even drink thy fill 
 And yet there still is more. 
 
 THE POETBY fX NATIVE, 
 
 'Tis said, somewhere, a mighty spirit broods 
 
 In secret haunts among the grand old woods ; 
 
 Pierces the sod, strikes at the hidden roots, 
 
 And pushes into life the little shoots. 
 
 In endless changes, its transforming power 
 
 Produces stem and leaf, then bud and flower. 
 
 in all the earth, the sky, the sea, the air, 
 
 An unseen spirit dwelleth everywhere. 
 
 In heights sublime, in forms of perfect grace, 
 
 In storms and calms, upon the ocean's face ; 
 
 A subtle essence without form or name. 
 
 That shines in light and glows in living flame ; 
 
 That reappears in forms, forever strange and new; 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 33 
 
 And jrives to color its transcendent hue : 
 
 Blendinji; in forms and shapes of every size, 
 
 Tlie finer shades with those of deeper dyes. 
 
 1 fain would seek amons: the woodland shades, 
 
 In sunny slopes, or on the rocky g-lades ; 
 
 Tt may be lin.a:erino: in some g-rassy dell, 
 
 Among: those scenes that shepherds love so well. 
 
 Or is the tang-led jo^reenwood its retreat, 
 
 Where gay wood-nymphs and fairies ofttimes meet ? 
 
 Or, in the mountains' bold and craggy steeps, 
 
 While lesser sprites along with lichens creep ? 
 
 The little ant showeth her instincts well, 
 
 And babbling brooks woidd fain these secrets tell. 
 
 Of warbling birds, it may be thou art king, 
 
 Whose sweet vocation is to soar and sing. 
 
 Say, dost thou people all the earth and air, 
 
 And now art here, and art thou everywhere .''* 
 
 In sparry caves, the sea-nym])hs love to rove ; 
 
 Or deeper yet among the coral groves, 
 
 Where sparklf^ g-ems, that niock the sun's bright ray, 
 
 And glittering diamonds pave the floorless way. 
 
 Mayhap in fairy grot or sylvan glen, 
 
 Or caverned depths ne'er visited by men; 
 
 In whos'3 recess no ray of sunlight falls, 
 
 Or slumbering echoes answer to the calls ; 
 
 Whose spacious halls formed in the solid rock. 
 
 And vaulted roof by heavy columns propped. 
 
34 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 In vastness, grandeur, and stupendous plan, 
 The work of ages, were it done by man. 
 On every hand, by kindly nature reared, 
 Fantastic forms of birds and flowers appeared ; 
 While living founts send forth their cooling spray. 
 And soft cascades go murmuring on their way. 
 While the rich pendants hanging from the wall, 
 In crystal drops from icy globules fall ; 
 And grotesque fig'iires crested o'er with spray, 
 In mailed coats seem starting on their way. 
 It maybe that awhile all nature slept ; 
 Forth from those caves, the giant mountains leapt. 
 And lifting up their solemn heads on high, 
 N'er rested till their summits reached the sky. 
 Their patient heads wrapped in a snowy shroud. 
 Girded by sunbeams, draped in snowy clouds ; 
 While sailing slowly round their craggy steep, 
 The lowering clouds in teary raindrops weep ; 
 And when the fearful elements assail. 
 Folding their heads within a misty veil, 
 Yet firm, undaunted, braving every shock, 
 Themselves unmoved while dread convulsions rock ; 
 Dumb, voiceless orators, ye silent stand, 
 Raised monuments, by an Almighty Hand. ' 
 Speechless, yet speaking ever to the eye 
 Of the majestic grandeur throned on high. 
 No small fatigue, no danger mean, or light. 
 
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 AUTUMN LEAVES. 35 
 
 Attendtj the traveller up that dizzy height. 
 Fairly equipped, with guide and wholesome fare, 
 Choosing the safest route with proper care ; 
 The first ascent always so pleasant made, 
 By spicy gales wafted from flowery glade, 
 While mountain nymphs, or bolder huntsman's horn. 
 The mirthful echoes wilder yet prolong. 
 As now the traveller leaves the dewy vales, 
 A more invigorating atmosphere inhales. 
 Ascending up the bold and rugged steep. 
 His mule abandoned, oft obliged to creep 
 Around a precipice, whose lofty brow 
 Hangs o'er the yawning abyss, deep below ; 
 And yet such frightful chasms must be passed. 
 At the bare thought of which, wo stand aghast. 
 A down whose depths, seeming extended wide, 
 No slanting rays of sunbeams ever glide. 
 Where reptile forms of giant monsters brood, 
 Alike the scourge and terror of the good, 
 He ventures on ; his safety ne'er consults ; 
 Each fresh endeavor bringing good results ; 
 Until at last, emboldened by success. 
 The task seems lighter and the danger lies. 
 Yet even a fragment loosed, or rolling stone. 
 Would hurl him downward into depths unknown. 
 He glances upward ; every nerve is strained ; 
 With aching limbs, and swollen-to-bursting veins, 
 
36 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 His practised eye, by no weak fears assailed, 
 
 A foothold gains, where timorous ones have lailed ; 
 
 Worn with fatigue, itnd daylight near its close, 
 
 He yields at last to quiet and repose. 
 
 Midst purple tints and gold and amber hues, 
 
 The God of day slowly retiring views; 
 
 Admiring from that eminence so high, 
 
 The brilliancy ol the translucent sky ; 
 
 Viewing with, strange and marvelous delight 
 
 The wondrous hangings of the curtained night. 
 
 His soul goes forth in deep research alone, 
 
 in intense longings for the great unknown. 
 
 Among the stars he revels m his tiight. 
 
 And basks in the effulgence of their light, 
 
 in reverence, listens to that voice divine, 
 
 The sacred presence of the inner shrine : 
 
 The infant seer that oft in silence waits 
 
 Upon the Priestess that devines our fate ; 
 
 That nestles in behind each fear and doubt,. 
 
 And dares to hunt the lurking demons out ; 
 
 Those petted minions ol our love and hate. 
 
 That in disguise upon the passions wait. 
 
 A deeper consciousness within is born, 
 
 intensely glowing as that radiant morn. 
 
 The misty haze that round the mountain sails,. 
 
 Is slowly lifting its transparent veils. 
 
 And sylph-like forms, seem graceful, bending low. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 2>7 
 
 To cruwii with garlands its majestic brow. 
 He reaches heigiits iinineasurably grdiid ; 
 Beyond is stretcliiiig vast extents of land, 
 Whoie cities, watered by lull many a stream, 
 Like miniatures upon the landscape gleam. 
 Across the valley's gorge, from left to right, 
 is stretched a solid hoor ol dazzling white. 
 On either hand, the lofty glaciers rise. 
 Their form and number, various as their size. 
 Their silent, calm, and yet continuous liow, 
 Freshens and beautities the vales below. 
 The gelid mass to such consistence glued. 
 Midst tine clad hills, and flowery slopes protrude. 
 The snow-clad gorges, wreathed in glittering white, 
 Dazzles to blindness the strained and achiui;- siixht. 
 The Heavens are bowed, and seem so very near ; 
 The rose-tint clouds like seraph forms appear. 
 Their softened hues together sweetly blend, 
 xlnd all the magic of enchantment lend. 
 What sudden transports seize the enraptured mind, 
 While gazing from these alpine heights sublime. 
 The woodland hilis, each soft and dewy plain, 
 Seem to recede and then advance again. 
 Ecstatic wonder looks from out his face, 
 Viewing the vast immensity of space. 
 And mightier still the ocean's rolling flood, 
 The vaulted heavens, and over all is God. 
 
2,S AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 BETFi OSFECTION. 
 
 Come back, come back, my youthful hours ! 
 
 Why flee away so fast '/ 
 Bring out from memory's hidden cells, 
 
 Sweet visions of the past. 
 
 When roaming on the sandy beach, 
 
 I watched the heaving sea, 
 Or liked the winged sea-bird, with 
 
 The wild waves sported free. 
 
 Who would not wish to cherish 
 
 The joys too pure to last ? 
 Or linger o'er the ashes 
 
 Of those blossoms of the past? 
 
 AVhen entering on life's flowery vales 
 
 Fresh with the dew of youth, 
 With all its joyous freedom, 
 
 Its innocence and truth. 
 
 0, happy days of gay romance, 
 
 Ye never seemed too long ! 
 For then the joyous soul went forth 
 
 In melody and song. 
 
 All gushing o'er with happiness, 
 
 And full of careless glee, 
 I asked or knew not why it was; 
 
 It was joy enough to be. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 39 
 
 I little dreamed the fevered flosli, 
 
 The bright illusive g"low, 
 Was but the prelude to a life 
 
 Of sorrow and of woe. 
 
 No shadow of the coming years 
 
 A sadness o'er us cast ; 
 I only knew my present joys 
 
 Were fleeing all too fast. 
 
 But later still the heart has learned, 
 What some may sooner see, 
 
 That every added cup of joy 
 Must drugged with poison be. 
 
 And vain must be the cherished hope, 
 
 So fondly pondered o'er, 
 That fate may have a sunnier spot, 
 
 Than those we hold in store. 
 
 For scarcely could we spare an hour 
 
 To win the solt control, 
 Or feel the renovating power. 
 
 That elevates the soul, 
 
 Kestling within their quiet depths, 
 
 The hidden memories lie, 
 Ready to start at the slightest touch 
 
 Of the rude passer-by. 
 
40 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 THE SJYOir. 
 
 Faiiylike fleeting, thou fallest from above, 
 Emblem of inriocence, beaut}^ and love. 
 Ridino^ tlie winds, in all thy mad mirth, 
 Wildl}^ careering o'er all the fair earth. 
 
 Crystal and dewdrop come huryring past, 
 Driven along by the dark mountain blast. 
 Gracefully eddying, whirling around, 
 Falling so gently all over the ground. 
 
 Stranirc are the thouo-Jits our bosoms now fill, 
 Watching the storm king pass by at his will, 
 Robing the valley and decking the heath, 
 Crowning the trees with a bright, snowy wreath. 
 
 Beautiful snowflake. in all thy wild mirth, 
 Emblem of innocence, purity, mirth. 
 Why hast thou come from the place of thy birth 
 To tarnish thy beauty by contact with earth. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 4 1 
 
 THE OLD AND THE NEW. 
 
 What if the devotee of rites monastic, 
 
 Her gorgeous scenes parade before our eyes, 
 Midst the improvements of the age scholastic, 
 
 From burning censors, fumes of incense rise. 
 No longer now, as in the time of olden, 
 
 1^0 border minstrels pipe their lofty strains 
 Of castle, hall, or tower^ or palace golden ; 
 
 Naught but the crumbling ruin now remains. 
 
 Yet in the forests of those old dominions, 
 
 The solitary night bird sings alone, 
 The snowy swan with smooth, unruffled pinion, 
 
 On the calm waters of the lake moves down. 
 Where slumbering lie the hords of memories an- 
 tique, 
 
 The gathered heaps of legendary lore. 
 Unroll the volume of an age pedantic, 
 
 With fragmentary truth all scattered o'er. 
 
 kjQ with a pen dipped as with living fire, 
 
 Oil from the crucible upon it turn, 
 And as the lambent flames rise higher, higher. 
 
 Let thoughts that live, upon its surface burn. 
 The lettered word upon its pages glowing, 
 
 As stars gleam out upon a dusky night, 
 A clear and bright illumined pathway showing, 
 
 Tlie way worn wanderer leading to the liglit. 
 
42 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 The holier fragments of mediaeval culture, 
 
 The fainter echoes of a far oft" day, 
 Are the foreshadowings of a glorious future, 
 
 Whose morn is brightened by its dawning ray. 
 If now beneath their lofty shadows glooming, 
 
 Of gothic aisle in dim cathedral vast, 
 Do organ tones in solemn anthem swelling, 
 
 A sombre shadow o'er the spirit cast. 
 
 No longer are the gentle airs of heaven, 
 
 Disturbed by Autumn's low gutterial wail, 
 Now with the hymn are sweeter strains inwoven, 
 
 In solemn pauses dying on the gale. 
 Those heavenly tones hushed to a deeper stillness, 
 
 Broken by wintry gusts come sweeping past 
 In sadder strains, leaving an icy chill ness, 
 
 Into a deeper silence hushed at last. 
 
 The soul prepared, a higher bliss partaking, 
 
 To midnight chants succeeds the sono^ of praise, 
 Responsively new melodies awakening, 
 
 In rapturous notes, or choral hymn of praise. 
 Joy to the soul, that gazes from the headland, 
 
 Upon the golden city bathed in light, 
 In the dim distance glances at the inland. 
 
 Slowly receding from its eager sight. 
 
 As near the footstool of the cross approaching, 
 It views the grandeur of the sacrifice, 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 43 
 
 The new-born soul in paeans of rejoicing, 
 Flow ceaseless forth in music harmonies, 
 
 Of summer airs, there was a breath so vernal, 
 The springing- buds into existence haste, 
 
 Giving a promise of a growth perennial, 
 
 Of flowers upspringing in the wintry waste. 
 
 THE FLIGHT OF TIME. 
 
 Another year has come and gone, 
 Bearing us silently along, 
 The winged Angel in his flight. 
 Sped like an arrow from our sight. 
 
 And where are all our hopes and fears, 
 And visions of tlie coming years, 
 Our sorrows, joys, and wishes gone, 
 111 the swift current borne along ? 
 
 And oh ! how many a smile and tear, 
 Have mingled with the by-gone year, 
 And sighs that rend the heart in twain, 
 Have mingled in one clustering train. 
 
44 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Ah ! smiling spring, and leafy June, 
 And summer flowers fade all too soon, 
 Blossoms so bright, beyond compare. 
 Leave naught but fragrance on the air. 
 
 And gone with the departing year, 
 Are sounds of music, mirth, and cheer, 
 And dance, and revelry, and songs, 
 Have led their votaries along. 
 
 And mingled with its music tones 
 Are solemn, hushed, and deep, low moans 
 For youth and beauty in its bloom, 
 Low gathered to the silent tomb. 
 
 Those soft, low tones, so sweet and clear. 
 Still linger on the listening ear. 
 The last mild, tender, sad farewell ; 
 The sable hearse, and funeral knell, 
 
 So mournfully sweep o'er the soul. 
 Like lava tides that onward roll, 
 The recollections light and clear, 
 As scenes long vanished, reappear. 
 
 Stay, winged time I 0, why so fast. 
 Our record bearing of the past, 
 The mighty past, 'tis gone, v^here. 
 And echo answers, where, Oh ! where. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 45 
 
 The past, the past, the vanished past, 
 A dim foreboding o'er us cast, 
 Its fleeting glories seem to say, 
 So surely you must pass away. 
 
 MUSIC. 
 
 Aye, strike thy harp, yes, strike once again, 
 And let it breathe a soul-subduing strain, 
 As rising clear it softly steals along, 
 Swelling into a cadence rich and strong. 
 
 At closing day the sun recedes from sight 
 Millions of dew-drops flashing back the light, 
 O'er verdant hill and mead the insect throng 
 Pour a rich flood of melody along. 
 
 In the dim distance on its shadowy way, 
 'Tis floating past, a sweet and plaintive lay. 
 On the winged air by mortals never trod. 
 It bears the soul up to the throne of God. 
 
46 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 WINTER 
 
 The earth a chilly aspect wears, 
 
 All carpeted with snow, 
 And yet it warms and giveth life 
 
 To the sweet buds below. 
 For scarcely has it taken 
 
 Its departure from the earth, 
 Ere all the tender nurslings 
 
 Come springing into birth. 
 At the chill wind and biting frost. 
 
 We hastily exclaim, 
 Yet how it sends the warm life blood, 
 
 On tingling through the veins. 
 Behold upon the window panes, 
 
 What myriad forms are seen, 
 In countless swarms of birds, and flowers, 
 
 Forming an icy screen. 
 How fearless are the elements, 
 
 When riding on the blast. 
 With the majesty of conquest, 
 
 The storm king rushes past. 
 We gather near the loved ones. 
 
 With pale and anxious look, 
 And doubly blessed is the charm 
 
 Of music or of book. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 47 
 
 THE SONG OF LIFE. 
 
 Ah whether it be of care or pleasure, 
 Life is set to tuneful measure ; 
 Some it may be fast or slow, 
 Set to a key too high or low ; 
 Whether it be of care or pleasure, 
 Life is set to tuneful measure. 
 
 Some on whom the fates have smiled 
 Dance through life a joyous child. 
 Others a long and mournful train, 
 Step to a sadder, milder strain ; 
 Yet whether it be of high or low, 
 Swift or strong or soft or slow, 
 Whether it be of pain or pleasure. 
 Life is set to tuneful measure. 
 
 Some 'neath this load of care and woe 
 Walk to measures painfully slow, 
 Others again, and many there be, 
 Step to a nobler strain and free ; 
 Some there are of the merry throng-, 
 Whose gay young life is a summer song, 
 They flutter about for a few short hours. 
 Then fade away like the summer flowers. 
 
48 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Sad, alas ! yet all too true, 
 
 Causing discords not a few, 
 
 Are the broken strings that oft are wrung, 
 
 From shattered chords that are all unstrung ; 
 
 Oh! the thoughtless, reckless, wild, 
 
 With youth and truth and virtue soiled. 
 
 Dancing without fear or strife, 
 O'er the precipices of life, 
 Those to truth and honor false. 
 Along in the giddy waltz ; 
 Theirs the swift and airy flights. 
 O'er folly's mazy heights. 
 
 Since their steps have downward led, 
 All their fair young promise fled, 
 Dashing thoughtlessly along, 
 See them join the merry throng ; 
 Dancing, prancing, on they go, 
 Down the path that leads to woe, 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 49 
 
 On reading in the Zion's Herald, a requeat for recolltciionfi 
 of the early ministers. 
 
 LORENZO DOW. 
 
 I cannot tell you if I would, 
 All their exploits by field and flood, 
 But I may venture to rehearse 
 All that I know, in simple verse. 
 And well do I remember now, 
 That good old saint, Lorenzo Dow ; 
 What ere we call him, saint or sage, 
 He was the marvel of the age. 
 
 0, liovv can 1 depict his face, 
 
 Or try his lineaments to trace, 
 
 Since 1 must draw from memorys store. 
 
 To say the least, uf years three score. 
 
 And yet it seems to me to-day, 
 
 As if it were but yesterday, 
 
 And I ma}^ venture to define, 
 
 The picture found within my mind. 
 
 A man with wondrous power possessed, 
 One the master owned and blessed, 
 If I might venture so to speak, 
 He was both tragic and unique. 
 
50 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 His hair and beard so long and straight, 
 Extended downward to the waist, 
 His wrinkled face that frowned e're while, 
 Was seldom lighted by a smile. 
 
 As o'er the pulpit bending low, 
 His arms extending too and fro, 
 His finger pointing, and fixed eye, 
 Seemed the plague-spot to descry ; 
 And made the sinner shrink within, 
 As he portraj'ed their secret sin, 
 And one poor soul was in such a lurch. 
 That he quickly rose and left the church. 
 
 And when as a victim of God's wrath, 
 The fire and flame, before him passed, 
 'Neath the stormy gust of passions swell, 
 0, then he was invincible ! 
 With an emphatic beck and nod. 
 He conjured up the man of God, 
 Who in his wandering over night. 
 Took lodgings with the Shunammite. 
 
 And she, his wishes to forestall, 
 Built him a chamber in the wall, 
 And furnished it as she was able, 
 With a bed, a candlestick and table. 
 And he the type of the holy one 
 Foretold the coming of a son, 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 5 I 
 
 According to the sacred page, 
 To be the comfort of her age. 
 
 And she, unwilling to believe, 
 Fearing the prophet might deceive, 
 Yet when the time foretold had come, 
 She found in her embrace a son. 
 And all at once and all too soon, 
 The bud had withered ere high noon, 
 P'or being led by childish sport 
 Among the reapers to resort. 
 
 He, rushing to his father said, 
 Crying aloud, ''my head, my head," 
 His father sent him from the field. 
 His illness did to nothing yield. 
 With a fond mother's sympathy, 
 She tended him upon her knee ; 
 And in his intervals of pain 
 Would press him to her heart again. 
 
 And ne'er her eye from off him took, 
 
 And yet received no answering look ; 
 
 And though her heart might well have quailed, 
 
 Her faith and courage never failed. 
 
 And when her soft endearments press. 
 
 Received no answering caress, 
 
 And his closed lips to her revealed 
 
 That unto her his lips were sealed, 
 
52 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 She saw her remedies had failed 
 And nothing had her care availed, 
 And as by inspiration led 
 She laid him on the prophet's bed. 
 For she who had his blessing shared, 
 And so carefully his room prepared, 
 Xow felt that if it could be done, 
 The prophet would restore her son. 
 
 And to her husband straightway said, 
 "Saddle the ass, our child is dead." 
 "But wherefore go away so soon ? 
 'Tis not the Sabbath or high noon." 
 "Nay tarry not, for it must be so 
 That to the prophet 1 must go." 
 Her husband hastened to obey 
 And sent a servant by the way. 
 
 Her accents on his ear that fell 
 Were — "forward drive, it shall be well ;" 
 And forth she went as it was meet. 
 That she the prophet might entreat. 
 She might have breathed among the hills 
 Airs that had kissed a thousand rills, 
 Or have inhaled the healing balm 
 That nestled in their groves of palm. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 53 
 
 Crnsliiiig beneath her Iiasty tread, 
 
 The frfigrant lily in its bed ; 
 
 But on she drove o'er hill and dell, 
 
 Ne'er haltino- till she reached Carmel. 
 
 And Elisha saw, beins; keen of si^ht. 
 
 The coming of the Shunammite, 
 
 He, seeing her so much perplexed, 
 
 Thought something must her soul have vexed. 
 
 Pointing to his servant Gehazi, 
 He said unto the woman "hie ;" 
 The point on which Dow loved to dwell 
 Was this one's answer, "It is well." 
 "Well, with the husband and the child 
 It is well" she said in accents mild, 
 And, bending forward, she inclined 
 To reverence as to the divine. 
 
 But Gehazi could not refrain 
 This simple homage to restrain ; 
 Hinder her not ; my God forbid, 
 For he this thing from me hath hid. 
 Then by a kindly impulse led. 
 He sent his servant on ahead, 
 Reaching forth Gehazi his staff. 
 Saying ''greet no one as you piss." 
 
54 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Roused by the tone in which he spoke, 
 The mother's heart in her awoke, 
 Nay as the Lord and my soul live, 
 P'aith in no other can I receive. 
 Seeing- her faith persistent still, 
 lie arose and followed at her will, 
 For now, alas ! he must be there, 
 To offer heaven such fervent prayer. 
 
 lie knew in vain was staff or rod, 
 
 The breath of life must come from God, 
 
 And filled with this divine intent. 
 
 Up to his room the prophet went. 
 
 And by a special gift of grace 
 
 He threw himself on the young child's face, 
 
 And breathed upon the lifeless clay, 
 
 Taking himself by turns away. 
 
 Then bending o'er the cold, still form, 
 He felt the life-blood pulsing warm, 
 And that which had been dead before, 
 The hue of life and feeling wore. 
 And with a faith that death disarms. 
 It seemed but to renew his charms; 
 And pacing backward too and fro. 
 He said unto the woman "q-q." 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 55 
 
 When she into his presence run, 
 He said to her "take up tliy son."' 
 Knowing in whom she had believed, 
 She thought no more of being deceived. 
 But in an ecstasy so sweet, 
 She fell in raptures at his I'eet, 
 Ere clasping his dear form around, 
 She bowed herself unto tlie ground. 
 
 Of her no more is said about, 
 But that she took him, and went out, 
 We see she drank life's bitter cup, 
 And had the faith that held her up. 
 And of her sufferings who can tell, 
 Since she affirmed " it was all well, 
 It is all well" she said, for so it must, 
 But it was all through faith and trust. 
 
 Oh how can I describe the spell 
 
 That like magic on the audience fell. 
 
 And midst gestui'es wild, and beck, iind nod, 
 
 We felt he was the man of God. 
 
 Now lifting us above our fears, 
 
 And then dissolving us in tears. 
 
 Enough that he portrayed a faith 
 
 That will sustain us until death. 
 
56 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 THE SEWING GIBL. 
 
 1 am weary, wear}' of the world, 
 
 With all its care and strife, 
 I am weary of the aching toil, 
 
 That's wearing out my life. 
 For from the very eai-Jiest dawn 
 
 Of daylight, to its close, 
 I have nougiit to do but sit and sew 
 
 And ponder o'er my woes. 
 
 Vainly have I combated my hopes 
 
 With doubts and fears. 
 The shadows of a life time, 
 
 Are closing round my j'ears ; 
 If with an equal courage, 
 
 I look them in the face, 
 The moment 1 have conquered one, 
 
 Another takes its place ; 
 For dark misfortunes sable train. 
 
 Attend where'er I go, 
 The phantoms thicken on my brain, 
 
 And shape the coming woe. 
 
 When midst dark vicissitudes. 
 We see the hand of God, 
 
 How patiently can we submit, 
 And humbly kiss the rod ; 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 57 
 
 Yet tliere may be an added cup 
 
 To this our Father sends : 
 Tlie coldness and ingratitude, 
 
 And treachery of friends. 
 
 This opens an unsightly wound, 
 
 And deeper yet the stings, 
 In that it sends no soothing balm, 
 
 No healing'in its wings ; 
 Yet even from this may faith look up 
 
 To brighter worlds above, 
 And revel in the glorious hope, 
 
 01 God's aboundino' love. 
 
 TO A YOUNG STUDENT. 
 
 Just merging from thy boyhood, free from all care 
 and strife, 
 
 Upon the threshold standing of a young and vig- 
 orous life ; 
 
 Look calmly on the brilliant hopes that gild the 
 coming years, 
 8 ' 
 
58 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Imploring heav^en's assistance in dispersing cares 
 
 and fears. 
 Upon tho stormy sea of life thou shalt embark ere 
 
 long, 
 Stemming withhold and fearless heart a current 
 
 deep apd strong. 
 Swift sailing o'er the swelling flood, securely if 
 
 thou will, 
 
 Enough of danger lurks beneath for a ready pilot's 
 skill. 
 
 Deep hidden neath those sparry caves, far from all 
 
 human eye, 
 Growing within their coral beds the gems of ocean 
 
 lie. 
 Would'st have a treasure richer far than gold, or 
 
 gems ere bought ? 
 It lies in grandeur of the soul; in majesty of 
 
 thought. 
 Conception of the beautiful a higher joy impart ; 
 Kindles a rapture in the soul, and elevates the 
 
 heart. 
 How skilful should'sL thou steer thy bark o'er this 
 
 tempestuous sea. 
 Oft seeking wisdom from a source superior to thee. 
 Or diving neath the sparkling wave bring out the 
 
 pearls of thought, 
 Deep hidden 'neath the surface there, nor found if 
 
 never sought. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 59 
 
 ACROHTIC. 
 
 How thy pure soul to deeds of mercy glow ! 
 Each hig-h resolve is written on thy brow. 
 Revered by all who chance to know thy worth, 
 Moving among the gayer scenes of earth. 
 In thee indeed a model may be found, 
 Of all the virtues clustering round. 
 'Neath all the charm of intellect I trace, 
 Enhanced by simple elegance and grace. 
 Honored in all the varied walks of life, 
 Of mother, daughter, sister, friend or wife, 
 0, may no cloud of sadness lingering near, 
 Disturb the evening of thy blissful year. 
 
 LIFE. 
 
 glorious thought, with wonder strife. 
 The earth teems with a hidden life, 
 And whereisoe'er we glance the eye. 
 What infinite variety. 
 
6o AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Stretch thought into its utmost rauge, 
 Nothing is lost though all be changed. 
 All living things, all timcv^, each place 
 Bear marks of change upon its face. 
 
 Ask the philosopher and sage, 
 The wit and wisdom of the age, 
 To explain the hidden mystery, 
 How out of chaos all could be. 
 
 To be by that one little word, 
 The fountains of the soul are stirred; 
 To feel a life within so fraught, 
 With power of action and of thought. 
 
 From our existence first we claim, 
 A being without end or aim ; 
 Our first instinct, a sorrowing wail 
 For all the wants that life entail. 
 
 Dependent helplessness at best, 
 Unconscious that it is so blest, 
 With sense and intellect refined, 
 The God-like attributes of mind. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 6l 
 
 THE YOUNG BBIDE. 
 
 So young and lovely, with thy fond, true heart, 
 Thou hast been called thus early to depart. 
 With gentle patience thou didst smile on pain, 
 While love and hope wooed thee to life again. 
 \e who watched her sadly day by day. 
 Knew every symptom of her slow decay ; 
 Ye saw the hectic fever's mantling glow, 
 The sure precursor of the insidious foe. 
 
 Ah, vain the patient skill so true and kind ! 
 Even mighty love her spirit could not bind. 
 And when you ge,ntly hinted of your fears, 
 It but unsealed the fountain of her tears. 
 Then o'er her face a holy calmness stole, 
 And fortitude again possessed her soul. 
 And when she heard the summons of her God 
 She meekly bowed and passed beneath the rod. 
 
 At that hushed liour — the holy sabbath morn. 
 When song of bird on softest breeze is borne, 
 Just as the eastern sky was tinged with light, 
 Her angel spirit took its heavenward flight. 
 'Tis scarce two summers since her bridal day, 
 And scarcel}' has she lain her robes away, 
 Ere amid summer flowers, and song- and bloom. 
 Another bridal waits her in the tomb. 
 
62 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Oh ! marvel not that in the tomb she's laid. 
 The fairest flowers are those that soonest fade. 
 So transient is their beauty and their bloom, 
 They wither ere they scarce have reached their noon. 
 Why should j^on shed o'er her the bitter tear, 
 Since she has joined a liigher, holier sphere ? 
 And if her earthly ties have here been riven, * 
 0, how much purer is the bliss of heaven ! 
 
 TIIK EMPRESS CATHERINE. 
 
 Proud Empress of a mighty race. 
 Caring not whom she might debase ; 
 She only felt that from her grasp 
 Some portion of her power had passed. 
 
 For a change had come. Fate threatened 
 To snatch the Diadem from her brow ; 
 And what would be her queenly dower 
 Of golden gems, if robbed of power? 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 63 
 
 And now behold her going forth, 
 Glittering- with gems of priceless worth. 
 On the round and polished arm alone, 
 The light of glittering diamonds shone. 
 
 And lent their brilliance to a face 
 Of matchless and surpassing grace, 
 Whose witching elegance combined 
 To dazzle the beholder's mind. 
 
 In stately grandeur on she went, 
 Unto the vizier's royal tent. 
 With suppliant air, and look so sweet, 
 She laid her jewels at his feet. 
 
 And he, bewildered by ihe blaze 
 And fascination of her gaze, 
 And pleased perhaps with such a task, 
 Gave all that she presumed to ask. 
 
 And now of all her power possessed. 
 Does no sad thought disturb her breast, 
 That she some day may come to rue 
 The mercy she has pleased to sue. 
 
 For with her power once more regained, 
 Tighter she draws her victim's chains. 
 What if just heaven avenge the deed 
 That caused so many hearts to bleed ! , 
 
64 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 FAKEWELLS. 
 
 How vain, alas I were words to tell 
 The anguish of that last farewell. 
 It was bliss to feel that thou wert nigh, 
 And pain to hear the i)arting sigh. 
 
 How oft at dewy eve we strayed 
 Down to some lovely woodland shade ; 
 Or, lingering near some grassy dell, 
 Gathered the flowers we loved so well ; 
 
 Or striving, as we strolled the beach, 
 Its hidden mj^steries to reach ; 
 Or listening to the sea-shells roar, 
 We sought to know its mystic lore. 
 
 It were better far to understand 
 Him who wrote upon the sand ; 
 And tn!-n our glance unto that shore. 
 Where such sad partings are no more. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 65 
 
 IMPROVEMENTS OF THE AOE. 
 
 Not now as when Pegasus soared, 
 
 With a rider on his back ; 
 Upon his winged pathway 
 
 He left no shining track. 
 Great truths in their development, 
 
 May not be clearly seen ; 
 But by their shining footprints, 
 
 We know where they have been. 
 
 As thought, on her elastic spring, 
 
 Goes on from stage to stage, 
 How slowly does she garner up 
 
 The wisdom of the age. 
 For with her wdld ambitions, 
 
 And speculative dreams, 
 The present is the summing up 
 
 Of what the past hath been. 
 
 And self-sufficient as she seems, 
 
 While hurrying on so fast. 
 She pours into her ample lap, 
 
 The gleanings of the past. 
 For now, as in the ages past, 
 
 We hear it said of some — 
 If thought is written on the brow, 
 
 " We see a dreamer come." 
 
66 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Ill his research for hidden truths, 
 
 He leaves the written page, 
 Advances from well-travelled ground, 
 
 Into the coming age. 
 Now seizing at the slightest clue, 
 
 Which science's aid imparts. 
 He compasses with steady view, 
 
 The end for which he starts. 
 
 He even doubts realities, 
 
 And does not seem content 
 Until he yields, as if compelled, 
 
 A wondering assent. 
 And when the world has ceased to doubt, 
 
 And all their fears have fled, 
 Acknowledsre the simplicity 
 
 That to such wonders led. 
 
 He steals away from men awhile 
 
 In quiet haunts to rove, 
 And listen to the wooing voice, 
 
 Of nature in her grove. 
 In sounds, like many voices. 
 
 Come answers to his soul, 
 An utterance responsive, 
 
 To the harmonious whole. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 67 
 
 He reads the music of the spheres, 
 
 Their range however far, 
 Together with the name and use 
 
 And distance of each star. 
 Pale watchers when the curtained night, 
 
 Droppeth her mantel o'er, 
 Ye sentinel, the entrance port 
 
 To the eternal shore. 
 
 The splendor of whose radiance 
 
 With glory floods the soul, 
 So harmonize the beauty 
 
 And order of the whole. 
 As with a prophet's ready ken, 
 
 He reads their mystic lore, 
 Plis very soul is stirred within 
 
 By seeing things before. 
 
 He gathers wisdom from the stones, 
 
 By giving them a face ; 
 And simple types of the Divine, 
 
 Are all the human race. 
 He sees the All-creative Power 
 
 In the minutest things. 
 And draws his inspiration 
 
 From these fresh and living springs. 
 
68 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 He looks into the minds of meti, 
 
 And their designs can trace ; 
 And seeing their capacity, 
 
 Assigns to each his place. 
 Giving to many-sided themes 
 
 A meaning, simply true, 
 And clothes the old and hacknied thought 
 
 With drapery anew. 
 
 The spirit of research demands 
 
 A large and wider scope, 
 And all the treasures of the earth 
 
 Their hidden sources ope, 
 The flood-gates of industrial life 
 
 Pour forth a steady stream, 
 While many streets and thoroughfares 
 
 Hiss forth the power of steam. 
 
 The monster does not puffin vain 
 
 But in his power is worth ; 
 He boldly threatens, in his rage 
 
 To girdle all the earth. 
 The vast resources of the time 
 
 Keep on their steady yjace. 
 And thus we see the elements 
 
 Are harnessed in the race. 
 
' AUTUMN LEAVES. 69 
 
 Since intellect and nature now 
 
 Are joined by wedlock's band, 
 The offspring of their teeming brain, 
 
 Come readily to hand. 
 While genie of the earth and air, 
 
 Their magic influence lend, 
 And e'en the flashing fires of heaven, 
 
 Their aid to srenius lend. 
 
 For swift MS even winged thought, 
 
 Or magic of wild fire, 
 Annihilating time and space, 
 
 Words fly along the wire. 
 For scarcely is the embryo thought 
 
 Conceived within the brain, 
 Ere with this lightning speed tis caught, 
 
 And eclioed round the main. 
 
 While art and science do their best 
 
 To elevate the mind, 
 Immense establishments arise 
 
 To benefit mankind. 
 Here thousands toil from morn till night, 
 
 Their fellow-men to bless, 
 And patient industry is crowned 
 
 With something like success. 
 
70 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Learning content from their employ 
 They have no more to dread, 
 
 For virtue finds its own reward 
 And hauntino; fears have fled. 
 
 Brooding o'er all, an angel flings 
 The shadow of his broad-cast wings. 
 Help ns to magnify thy power, 
 Presiding genius of the hour, 
 Embodiment of truth and grace, 
 Guarding illimitable space, 
 Infinity of atoms fast 
 Centre of the eternal past. 
 
 THE LITTLE BIRD. 
 
 A little bird shoots forth 
 With lightning speed, 
 
 Bearing within his mouth 
 The tiniest of seed. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 7 1 
 
 He wings his upward flight, 
 
 O'er mount, and stream and tree, 
 
 To summer's far off climes, 
 Or islands of the sea. 
 
 The little seed has dropped 
 
 Upon a fertile soil ; 
 Springs up without the aid 
 
 Of culture or of toil. 
 The germ of life puts forth, 
 
 In numerous little shoots, 
 Extending far and wide, 
 
 Its many fibrous roots. 
 
 A foothold readily gained. 
 
 It springs aloft and stands 
 A glorious, wide-spread tree, 
 
 Magnificently grand. 
 Its lopping branches have 
 ' A fi;ie protection made ; 
 And the tenderest of vows 
 
 Are plighted 'neath its shade. 
 
 And in a few more years 
 
 Where the very first arose, 
 Has sprung up into life, 
 
 A beauteous sylvan crrove. 
 
72 
 
 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 That little bird upon the wing 
 Scattering the seed behind, 
 
 Has raised a charming, leafy grove, 
 For hundreds of its kind. 
 
 SUMMER B AMBLES. 
 
 I. 
 A hi well do I remember 
 
 The patlis we wandered o'er ; 
 Down tlirough a green and tangled wood 
 
 That led us to the shore. 
 
 And many a little flowery nook 
 
 We turned aside to greet, 
 And rest our weary limbs awhile 
 
 Upon a grassy seat. 
 
 Sometimes we sauntered 'mong the pines, 
 
 And traced the little rills, 
 That wnth a gentle, murmuring sound 
 
 Came running down the hills. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 And when we reached the fragrant grove, 
 
 We listened to the winds, 
 That with their own sweet melody 
 
 Came sighing through the pines. 
 
 And never was the air perfumed 
 
 With odor half so sweet, 
 As from this carpet that we trod, 
 
 Of flowers 'neath our feet. 
 
 We loitered on the shady banks. 
 
 Till hearts were well attune 
 With every wild, sweet melody, 
 
 And glowing life of June. 
 
 Then up again and off to seek 
 The shady vine-clad bowers, 
 Where, in such rich abundance. 
 
 Grew the level}'' wildwood flowers. 
 
 And down the deepest valleys 
 
 Half-hid from human view. 
 The mayflowers and the violets 
 
 Luxuriantly grew. 
 
 IT. 
 
 Again have 1 revisited 
 
 The dear, remembered spot, 
 Enhanced by recollections 
 
 Which can never be forgot. 
 
74 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 All nature wore the same glad look 
 
 Of gay and smiling ease, 
 And the holly, lor a brighter shade, 
 
 Had changed her soft, green leaves. 
 
 The flowering locust still sent forth 
 
 Its fragrance on the air. 
 And mingled with the song of lile 
 
 Resounding everywhere. 
 
 And at the silent hush of eve, 
 When song of bird was done, 
 
 Old ocean took the anthem up. 
 And kept it sounding on. 
 
 For, since the first sweet bridal morn 
 
 Was ushered in by time, 
 Those surging billows have rolled on 
 
 To the music of their chime. 
 
 Dashing majestically along. 
 With white foam beaded o'er. 
 
 Or, hushed to an unquiet rest. 
 Rippling along the shore. 
 
 The sunshine dancing on the wave, 
 Flashed out a golden light, 
 
 Reflecting in its thousand rays, 
 A wealth of diamonds bright. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 75 
 
 But lovelier when the calm, pale moon 
 
 A slivery flood outpours 
 On the wavy crest, the ocean's breast, 
 
 To the dipping- of the oars. 
 
 0, if there is a rest for us, 
 
 When heaven to earth comes down, 
 'Tis when the soul in harmony 
 
 With such loved scenes is found. 
 
 We feel the Omnipresent 
 
 His seal on all has set, 
 And tuned our hearts to melody 
 
 With all that we have met. 
 
 THE SILEXT (J TEST. 
 
 In ancient times a traveler 
 Returning' from the East, 
 
 Among the nobles of the land, 
 Was bidden to a feast. 
 
76 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 A gay and numerous company 
 In gorgeous robes were dressed, 
 
 And every succeeding one 
 Seemed gayer than the rest. 
 
 And there, while wit and mirth went round, 
 
 And music filled the room, 
 The very air seemed laden 
 
 With the costliest perfume. 
 The tnble groaned beneath the weig^ht 
 
 Of that delicious cliirie ; 
 While sparkled forth from jeweled cups, 
 
 The rich, red, glowing wine. 
 
 But there was one among the throng 
 
 Sat silent, stern and pale, 
 A flowery garland wreathed his brow, 
 
 And over all a veil. 
 And of the richest viands there, 
 
 He deigned not to partake, 
 But still reclining at the board. 
 
 He neither laughed nor spake. 
 
 A feeling of mysterious awe 
 Crept o'er the wondering guest. 
 
 Prompting the strange inquiry 
 He dared not to express. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 77 
 
 And turned he from the merry group, 
 
 All joyous as they seemed, 
 To gaze upon the silent form, 
 
 Of sad and solemn mein. 
 
 The feast was ended, and the guests 
 
 Departed, all save one ; 
 Still fixed and motionless he sat. 
 
 Dejected and alone. 
 That shrouded form had still retained 
 
 Its dignified repose, 
 Its same unchanging attitude. 
 
 Up to the banquet's close. 
 
 The ardent Greek with stealthy step, 
 
 Fearing his strength might fail. 
 Returned unto the banquet hall, 
 
 And threw aside the veil. 
 And lo! beneath those splendid robes, 
 
 And flowers so fresh and fair, 
 A dim, unsightly skeleton 
 
 Had been concealed with care. 
 
 It was an eloquent device 
 
 Of men renowned and high. 
 To teach them in their hours of mirth. 
 
 That death is ever nigh. 
 
yS AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 The certain, yet uncertain end 
 
 Of mortal joy and care ; 
 The end of all their hopes and fears, 
 
 For this they must prepare. 
 
 For though the worn and weary soul 
 
 That longs to be at rest, 
 Is sometimes called to wing its way 
 
 To the mansions of the blest. 
 Yet full as oft the joyous soul 
 
 That fain would longer stay, 
 In the dewey morning of its youth 
 
 Is soonest called away. 
 
 PJiiXrBESS. 
 
 Ever keep open to thy view 
 
 The point that thou wouldst gain 
 
 Some bright ideal of the soul. 
 To which thou must attain. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 79 
 
 What if at first the summit, 
 
 Should cloud-capped seem to be ; 
 
 Look onward to the opening-, 
 The golden tops thou'lt see. 
 
 Nay, murmur not, nor falter ; 
 
 Why think il all in vain, 
 ]f thou shouldst fall far shorter 
 
 Thau is th}^ highest aim '( 
 
 The conflict may be sharpened 
 By toil and pains and care, 
 
 And lurking evils all unseen 
 May prove to thee a snare. 
 
 'Tis not by hurrying madly on, 
 Like rash, expectant youth. 
 
 That thou may^st ever hope to reach 
 The higher plains of truth. 
 
 If groping darkly in the maze 
 
 Of error or of doubt, 
 Let faith point to the glimmering star. 
 
 If faintly it shines out. 
 
 Say : — if each hidden moment 
 The future brings to light, 
 
 Shall it bear a blotted record. 
 Or shall the page be white ? 
 
So AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 The present may be witness 
 To thy firm and high resolve, 
 
 Thus steadily advancing, 
 
 Life's problems thou may'st solve. 
 
 0, would thou be persuaded ? 
 
 It is no empty sound ; 
 The soul that once has struggled 
 
 Can ne'er be losing ground. 
 
 By seeking, cometh knowledge ; 
 
 And after toil, comes rest ; 
 And only thus by striving, 
 
 Can the true soul be blest. 
 
 Yet, earnest soul, look onward, 
 
 O'er the mental strife. 
 List to the silent prompting 
 
 Of thy true, inner life. 
 
 Uncertain is th}^ progress, 
 Whate'er may be thy needs. 
 
 Unless the record of each day, 
 Bear witness to thy deeds. 
 
 Why dost thou waste in doing 
 That which may ne'er be done ; 
 
 If idly thus pursuing 
 
 Life's great momentous sum ? 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 8 1 
 
 By trifliDg at the onset, 
 
 And turning from the race, 
 
 Sure ne'er was feat accomplished 
 By such uncertain pace. 
 
 For he who trod the wine-press. 
 Has onward gone before, 
 
 And opened up a pathway 
 To the eternal shore. 
 
 And those who reach the portal 
 Must pass beneath the rod, 
 
 Ere they receive admission 
 To the paradise of God. 
 
 PARSON FECKS BABY. 
 
 Our pastor's folks had scarcely settled down, 
 When a new baby carae to town : 
 The sickly wife was getting worse, 
 So mother took the babe to nurse. 
 
82 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Pie was a wee, small little speck. 
 Although his name was Baby Peck ; 
 The measure was indeed quite short, 
 He scarce would fill a comrnon quart. 
 We take to gems and curious tossils, 
 And any dainty little morsels. 
 And so it came, as time went round, 
 The child a good, kind home had found. 
 The mother, on life's downward road, 
 Was lightened of one-half her load ; 
 But we could scarc^e repress a frown 
 At baby's dark blue cotton gown. 
 Worn u'er a yellow flannel skirt, 
 Made to seem innocent of dirt. 
 We were not rich, but none the less 
 Did we dislike that funny dress. 
 As it sometimes happens among the poor 
 Of baby clothes we'd quite a store ; 
 And so of course the little mite, 
 On company days appeared in white. 
 In after years ii was well known 
 That baby was to a bishop grown. 
 We scarcely could conceal our joy 
 When thinking of that little boy. 
 This simple tale the lesson brings 
 To ne'er despise the smallest things. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 83 
 
 FOREST VOICES. 
 
 Through the towering cedars 
 
 And dark pine trees, 
 List ! hear the soft murmur, 
 
 And catch the fresh breeze, 
 As their many-toned voices 
 
 Sweep over the soul ; 
 0, hushed are its murmurs, 
 
 And sweet its control. 
 
 For nature speaks to sorrowing minds, 
 
 In strange, weird tones, 
 Through the whispering pines, 
 
 With their low moans ; 
 Conveying in language 
 
 Solemn and new, * 
 Rich lessons of wisdom, 
 
 Earnest and true. 
 
 Yes ; nature's voices 
 
 Are sweeter to none 
 Than the stricken heart. 
 
 That is sorrowing alone. 
 Alone with its God, 
 
 'Midst the deep stillness there. 
 Come the still, small voices, 
 
 In answer to prayer. 
 
84 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 THE WRECKERS. 
 
 The wreckers, as usual eng-ag-ed in o'ertiirninp^ 
 Whatever belonged to their honest employ, 
 Were startled at what on more closely discerning, 
 Had proved the remains of a beautiful boy. 
 'Midst the billows roar. 
 Tossed on the shore. 
 
 There was all the charm of childhood. 
 
 In that beautiful, upturned face, 
 And the damp dews on his forehead, 
 Could not rob it of its grace ; 
 
 Tossed on the crest 
 Of the ocean's breast. 
 
 Where were his father and mother 
 
 Whose christian name4ie bore ? 
 Where were the sister and brother '.' 
 Had they all gone on before? 
 Did the cruel wave 
 Their limp forms lave ? 
 
 There was no sign of the trouble 
 
 Or anguish, that they could trace, 
 Of his wild and fearful strugg-le 
 In the cold, dark waves embrace. 
 All alone 
 With the sad sea's moan. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 85 
 
 The naiads g-atbered around him 
 
 'And his slumbering- eyelids pressed, 
 O'er the lustrous orbs forever dim ; 
 And the seal on his lips had set, 
 No more to wake 
 Till the morning break. 
 
 The damp seaweed his cold limbs dressed. 
 
 And wrapped him as in a shroud, 
 And on the heaving billows breast, 
 He was borne as in a cloud, 
 
 To the spirits' home, 
 No more to roam. 
 
 SPBING. 
 
 The very thought of thee, spring 
 A joy unto the soul dost bring ; 
 Thou breakest the icy monarchs chain, 
 And crystalled streams leap forth again. 
 
86 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Bell old the thou sand little rills 
 Come running" over rocks and hills, 
 Their playful eddies seem to hush, 
 Then gather force and onward rush. 
 
 Rejoicino' o'er their onward w^y, 
 They sparkle in the sun's bri2:ht ray, 
 While coursing- downward to the sea, 
 With rippling murmurs we are free. 
 
 The winding stream with grasses twin'd, 
 And gold and emerald, interlined. 
 Glides on so noiseless all the day, 
 And gathers force along its way. 
 
 genial sound with rapture heard 
 Of purling brook, and singing bird, 
 Of budding leuf, and flowering tree, 
 All, all are beautiful to see. 
 
 Each tiny bud that bursts the sod, 
 Unfolds to view a thought of God, 
 And as the little flowers expand, 
 They tell us of a Father's hand. 
 
 There's not a little flower or leaf. 
 Its fragile life however brief, 
 But ere it withers, and departs, 
 Conveys its lesson to our hearts. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. ^"J 
 
 THE PILGRIM FATHERS. 
 
 They stemmed the ocean's wrath 
 
 With a spirit stern and brave, 
 And left no track on the ocean's path, 
 
 But the foam of the surging" wave. 
 They bade farewell to home. 
 
 Its luxuries and ease, 
 And sought this wilderness alone, 
 
 Their conscience to appease. 
 
 And when they reached the land. 
 
 The rock on which we rest, 
 The first of all the pilgrim band 
 
 By woman's foot was pressed. 
 Yes, foremost in the race 
 
 Among that little band, 
 Came woman, with angelic grace. 
 
 To lend a helping hand. 
 
 They caught a dim foretaste 
 
 Of blessings to the free, 
 Before them stretched the wintry waste, 
 
 And onward rolled the sea. 
 Finn and unmoved they stood, 
 
 With souls serene and clear. 
 Their joy flowed forth in gratitude 
 
 Exalted and sincere. 
 
88 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 And foremost in the place, 
 
 Soon as they reached the land, 
 They met a wild and dusky race, 
 
 And took them by the hand. 
 With hearts devoid of fear, 
 
 They ranged the hills and slopes, 
 And laid upon this alter here 
 
 The offering of their hopes. 
 
 Oh, what a train of woes 
 
 Beset that little band, 
 By treacherous, hostile foes, 
 
 Beseiged on every hand ; 
 See now with patient toil 
 
 Their faces jieavenward set, 
 The coward soul with fears recoil 
 
 From the dangers that they met. 
 
 Whence came their hardihood. 
 
 No inch or jot to bate. 
 But the incoming of the good, 
 
 The shaping hand of fate. 
 No cheerful cottage light. 
 
 No ruddy fireside blaze. 
 Shone out upon the wintry night, 
 
 To meet their longing gaze. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 89 
 
 But the mighty axe descends, 
 
 And the pliant saplings bow, 
 And the curling wreaths of smoke ascend 
 
 Where camp-fires blazed e're now. 
 Before their patient toil, 
 
 The redman must recede, 
 And their assumptions of the soil, 
 
 Succumb to title deed. 
 
 They braved the tempest's wrath, 
 
 And felled the ponderous trees. 
 And when they crossed the redman's path, 
 
 His anger must appease. 
 A foe forever at hand, 
 
 Nimble and swift of feet ; 
 They, the possessors of the land. 
 
 To whom revenge was sweet. 
 
 For sacred were the mounds. 
 
 Above their fathers' bones. 
 And every f jrest tree around 
 
 Had its familiar tones. 
 And now the dread war-whoop 
 
 Is borne upon the breeze. 
 And dusky forms come skulking round 
 
 Among the forest trees. 
 
90 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 A dark and bloody strife, 
 
 A contest hand to hand, 
 With tomahawk and scalping- knife. 
 
 The fire and smoking brand, 
 The course which they pursued, 
 
 Must be ordained of heaven, 
 For all their sad vicissitudes 
 
 Seemed but the gospel leaven. 
 
 To them the happiest day 
 
 In all life's busy round, 
 Was when the Indian tramped away 
 
 Off to his hunting ground. 
 Her forests and the woods 
 
 With verdure overran, 
 And her primeval solitudes 
 
 Waited the coming man. 
 
 As it must be with the weak 
 
 AVhen struggling for the wrong, 
 Their subjugation was complete, 
 
 And victor}^ with the strong. 
 They took their onward march, 
 
 Where the Great Spirit led ; 
 Through the dense woods triumphal arch, 
 
 Bearing along their dead. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 9 1 
 
 And many a cheek grew pale, 
 
 At those unearthly tones, 
 That mingled with the forest wail 
 
 And the low surges moans. 
 The dirge-like strain so wild and free 
 
 With natures voices blent. 
 And the sounding caverns of the sea 
 
 Echoed the wild lament. 
 As the warriors of a savage race 
 
 With measured steps moved on, 
 Firm and erect a steady pace 
 
 Toward the setting sun. 
 
 THE HUMAN WILL. 
 
 Say, who, if they should look about, 
 
 Would honestly engage 
 In their own self to carry out 
 
 The folh'es of the age. 
 For rank weeds find in such a soil 
 
 Plenty of room to thrive ; 
 Hot beds without care or toil. 
 
 Keep the roots alive. 
 
92 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Here first of all his office to fulfil, 
 Enthroned all powerful, is the human will. 
 Where ia dread umpire sitting side by side, 
 Sybil and priest their oracles divide. 
 Clothed in the royal trappings of a state. 
 They wait upon and thus decide our fate ; 
 Seeking alike to judge and to preside. 
 Sole arbiter of both our loss and pride. 
 
 Kept in subjection, it will be most true ; 
 But blindly yielding, it will conquer you. 
 Its slightest wish in clam'rous tones are heard, 
 And urging oft the hasty deed and word. 
 Say what you will, obtain what you will have. 
 Lord of creation, you are still the slave. 
 Its lightest mandates quick 3^ou must obey ; 
 It brooks no rival, suffers no delay ; 
 
 But hurries on its victim to his final doom. 
 As the fated vessel to the dread monsoon. 
 As may be seen, by such fierce passions led. 
 The rank rebellion reared its hydra head. 
 The north, convulsed, uttered the deepest groans, 
 While southern despots spoke in thunder tones. 
 A nation, roused amid its hopes and fears, 
 Hushed to a conflict ending not for years. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 93 
 
 For tyranny, oppression, and for wrong;, 
 The day of reckoning had surely come. 
 The sword of justice, flaming red, 
 Scourge-hke, is hanging overhead. 
 A subtile essence all unseen is rife. 
 Pervading ever}' avenue of life ; 
 Nearing the citadel, attacks each part. 
 Enters at once into its deepest heart. 
 
 Within the very shadow of their home, 
 
 The patriot martyrs in their dungeons groan, 
 
 Or water with their very blood, the soil 
 
 On which the slave has spent his life in toil. 
 
 Shame on the souls that listened to their moans! 
 
 Why were not voices given to the stones, 
 
 That they might cry the utterance of their shame — 
 
 Kindling men's hearts into a living flame? 
 
 Millions of sufterers feel that they have naught to 
 
 lose, 
 So dark their fate, so heavy are their woes ; 
 Imploring heaven with heartfelt, earnest prayer, 
 They bide their time in calmness of despair. 
 Led by the immortal Grant, there fell stroke after 
 
 stroke, 
 Until, by an o'erwhelnling force, they broke the 
 
 galling yoke. 
 
94 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Then a glad nation's voice rang out in shouts of 
 
 victory, 
 And the martyred Lincoln's pen soon set the 
 
 bondsmen free. 
 
 The nation raised for each a funeral pyre ; 
 AVhih3 liilltops and the valleys gleamed with fire. 
 Like those rich draughts which kindly nature 
 
 jaelds 
 In rich abundance, from her spicy fields, 
 Love welled from hearts, the lowliest and the great. 
 While praises rang from north to southern state. 
 How loud and joyous echoed heaven's high dome, 
 When their great souls b}' angels were borne 
 
 home. 
 
 A SHIPWRECK. 
 
 As I strolled by the beach one beautiful morning^ 
 With its rosetinted shells and bright weeds 
 strewn o'er. 
 
 Which the saucy wild waves so playfully scorning, 
 Had carelessly thrown up in heaps on the shore. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 95 
 
 Nowhere on the earth could a place be imag-iried 
 
 More I'ecklessly wild or luxuriantly free, 
 Where the trees of the forest all in concert united 
 With the murmuring sounds of the dark, heav- 
 ing sea. 
 We sat on the rocks and looked out on the ocean, 
 At a little dark speck a few leagues from the 
 shore, 
 Where an emigrant ship with her passengers laden? 
 Had sunk on that rock just a few days before. 
 With the wildbird's winged motion. 
 
 Pier homeward course did take. 
 Leaving no track on the ocean. 
 
 But the beaded foam in her wake. 
 Their hearts bounding so lightly, 
 With bliss quite brimming o'er. 
 Sent up their offering nightl3^ 
 As they neared the distant shore. 
 Full oft in fleeting visions their vagrant fancies 
 roved, 
 And clasped in dreams elysian the forms of their 
 beloved. 
 The bounding ship came dashing onward ; 
 
 She hailed the land and struck her lights, 
 And the blissful dreams tliat lured them forward, 
 With fairy visions mocked their longing sight. 
 
g6 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 What fearful intimation roll on that heaving^ sea, 
 As vast and boundless in its scope, as is eter- 
 nity! 
 No shadowy future met their glancing ; 
 
 The winged hours seem draped in white, 
 And joyfully given to song and dancing — 
 In mirthful pleasures thej^ passed the night. 
 There was gay, expectant youth. 
 
 And age serene and mild. 
 From the gentle girl with heart of truth, 
 Down to the little child. 
 How wildly fearful dawned the morning, 
 
 When lashed to fury in their wrath, 
 The fearful elements gave warning 
 
 Of the storm king thundering on his path. 
 And now she stands aloft with a bearing wild and 
 free. 
 Then plunging down, seems wholly lost beneath 
 the angry sea. 
 Wilder and wnlder grew the storm; 
 
 Swift and more swift she neai'ed the shore ; 
 And rude rocks reared their threatening forms, 
 
 And billows dashed the proud ship o'er. 
 They see all hope is gone, for the mountain bil- 
 lows roll. 
 And the fated ship is plunging on, freighted 
 with human souls. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 97 
 
 With a lightning speed she dashed upon that 
 
 treacherous rock, 
 And her lower decks are parted by that first sud- 
 den shock. 
 But a still nriore fearful crash, a wilder shriek of 
 
 woe, 
 As the breakers o'er them dash and the cabins fill 
 below. 
 Once more, it is the last, 
 
 An agonizing wail 
 Has mingled with the angry blast, 
 
 And flesh and spirit fail. 
 For a home in the glad, new world. 
 
 They had come o'e-r the bounding wave. 
 And as they neared its threshold, 
 
 Thej^ found a watery grave. 
 For the yawning gulf opes wide, 
 
 And their resting place must be 
 Where mermaids fair their treasures hide 
 In the chambers of the sea. 
 
98 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 DEDICATION OF FINE GROVE 
 CEMETERY. 
 
 And is that all, that little spot of earth, 
 Where lighter green grows the turf, 
 The gently raised, the grassy mound, 
 With taller monuments around ; 
 
 All that remains of that fair form 
 Glowing with rich affections warm, 
 Flushed with the joy of loves young dream, 
 As transient as a meteors gleam ? 
 
 Ah, yes, the truth upon us broke, 
 Upon the hillside's sunny slope 
 She sleeps, who late in all her pride, 
 Appeared so fresh a blooming bride. 
 
 I met her first where pine trees wave 
 In murmurs o'er the silent grave, 
 'Twas in a shady woodland grove, 
 A resting place for all who chose. 
 
 Where altogether now had come, 
 To consecrate their final home ; 
 The song of birds the flowers and trees 
 The rustling of the soft green leaves : — 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 99 
 
 All lent their influence to the hour, 
 Made sacred by the spirit's power ; 
 Invoked by one whose voice and mien, 
 'Twixt man and heaven might come between. 
 
 For even his tone, his looks, his air, 
 All breathed the eloquence of prayer, 
 And from his lips such accents fell 
 Upon the ear and heart as well. 
 
 Glowing with faith and hope sublime, 
 Just suited to the place and time. 
 The heavenly import of his words 
 In strict accordance with our Lord's, 
 All hallowed ever by that sign, 
 Thy will be done on earth, not mine. 
 
 And here we have the final test, 
 
 He giveth his beloved rest ; 
 
 Even then I think we had our fears 
 
 She ne'er would count her life by years, 
 
 But there are some in deeds they say. 
 
 Gain what they lose another way. 
 
 And glancing down life's fiowery slope, 
 Love beckoned on with joy and hope. 
 And the angels fanned her with their wings, 
 And whispered bright and beautiful things. 
 
OO AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 With one glad bound she met, it seemed 
 Her all of life in that brip^ht gleam ; 
 Ah hapless fate, ah woe betide, 
 Earth's promise to a fair young bride. 
 
 For now her friends were wont to say, 
 
 Death had been cheated of its prey, 
 
 It must be so, for she meanwhile 
 
 Had gained her strength and wonted smile. 
 
 But surely we must know full well 
 The angel death alone can tell, 
 Not caring if we are ready quite. 
 It is his to aim the blow, and strike. 
 No matter whether late or soon 
 All sharers of the same great doom. 
 Parting the seen from the unseen, 
 A turbid river rolls between. 
 
 A golden bridge the river spans. 
 Together crossing they clasp hands; 
 He the beloved her own heart's pride. 
 Chosen from all the world beside. 
 
 As two glad streams together run 
 
 Have met and mingled into one, 
 
 And having once joined company 
 
 Can never separated be, though seeming 
 
 Lost in that dark sea, 
 
 Preserving their identity. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. lOI 
 
 FANCY FLIGHTS. 
 
 Thy plaintive tones in their shadowy way 
 Like airy nothings seem melting away, 
 Ye have touched a chord, a tremulous tone, 
 That thrills with sadness deep and lone. 
 
 On balmy zephyrs floating past, 
 Ye awaken feelings too pure to last ; 
 And the fairy visions fade from our grasp 
 Like flickering moonbeams on our path. 
 
 Or borne aloft at the hush of even, 
 Like incense offered up to heaven, 
 And thus they go, the dearly loved 
 And cherished, to their home above. 
 
 Swift as a thought or even a breath, 
 Is hurried past the mission of death, 
 The idol of some, the joy of the crowd, 
 Lies buried 'neath the coffined shroud ; 
 The father of all in goodness and love 
 Has gathered them in to the home above. 
 
In )HpinQriani> anb otl^pr Eopms. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. IO5 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 JAMES P. BOYCE. 
 
 After we had talked of our prospects, 
 
 And of him so late removed, 
 The dear wife read from the Prophets, 
 
 The themes he so much loved. 
 I listened with close attention 
 
 To the grand and lofty strains, 
 Until they came to mention 
 
 The Name above all names. 
 
 As she read of the scene so tragic, 
 
 Of Him, the Life, the Way, 
 We were touched as if by magic. 
 
 With the Prophet's simple lay. 
 We turned our gaze up yonder, 
 
 Our hearts were all. aflame, 
 As we heard with joy and wonder 
 
 Of his exceeding fame. 
 
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I06 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 For we felt in the early dawning, 
 
 When the mists were cleared away, 
 She might meet him in the morning 
 
 Of a bright and glorious day. 
 And she saw that 'neath the shadow 
 
 Of his wings she might find rest, 
 And find her missing treasures 
 
 In the mansions of the blest. 
 
 How she must miss him, who can say ? 
 
 Since words have ne'er expressed 
 The depths of sorrow, that find way 
 
 Within the human breast. 
 We miss him in our social life ; 
 
 His hopeful words of cheer 
 Urging us onward in the strife 
 
 With good and evil here. 
 
 So large a share of wedded bliss 
 
 It was their lotto gain. 
 As few in such a world as this 
 
 May hope to e'er attain. 
 At tVagrant morn or dewy eve, 
 
 When book or work was done, 
 She could such pleasant fancies weave 
 
 Of his returning home. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I07 
 
 Seeing him reading in his chair, 
 
 Or writing at his desk, 
 When he an essay would prepare 
 
 With his accustomed zest. 
 Or to see him at the table there — 
 
 Each in their proper place — 
 Preside with his familiar air 
 
 Of dignity and grace. 
 
 At last there came a change to them 
 
 In an intervening hour ; 
 A tender bud upon the stem, 
 
 That blossomed into flower. 
 With the sweet instincts of the dove, 
 
 As tender and as true, 
 Fordi oti her ministry of love. 
 
 Into their arms she flew, 
 
 And nestled down into their hearts. 
 
 Whose tender, brooding care 
 Must surely be the angel's part, 
 
 Who watch the entrance there. 
 She scarce had reached the border land, 
 
 Where youth and girlhood meet. 
 Ere she perceived life's golden sands 
 
 Were slipping 'neath her feet. 
 
I08 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 She has taken her upward tiight. 
 
 On through death's portal, 
 To bloom in realms of light, 
 
 A flower immortal. 
 Smarting beneath the shock, 
 
 How the frail hearts languish ! 
 Clinging unto the Rock 
 
 Must heal such anguish. 
 
 Submitting to his will, 
 
 While passing 'neath the rod, 
 They heard the voice, " Be still 
 
 And know that I am God ;" 
 As through the clouds of mists 
 
 That sometimes intervene, 
 Through blinding gusts and parting rifts, 
 
 The sunshine may be seen. 
 
 Where in the haunts of sin and vice, 
 
 The dangers multiplied, 
 He must raise the warning voice. 
 
 Or ne'er be satisfied. 
 And with clear perception 
 
 Of the master's work in view. 
 He saw as in a vision 
 
 God's sunlight shining through. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. lOQ 
 
 That he walked by faith and not by sight, 
 
 It was evident to see ; 
 His witness of the inner light, was 
 
 The truth had made him free. 
 He was among the first to reach 
 
 The oppressed a helping hand ; 
 His energies of thought and speech 
 
 Went broadcast o'er the land. 
 
 Rousing the dormant mind. 
 
 Until the final stroke. 
 When the united nation joined 
 
 To break the oppressor's j^oke, 
 Intemperance in him 
 
 Had an inveterate foe, 
 And he exhausted all his vim 
 
 To lay the monster low. 
 
 Out from the wilderness of sin, 
 
 His efforts were untold, 
 The weak and wandering to win 
 
 To the good Shepherd's fold. 
 And they must be persuaded 
 
 Of his earnestness and zeal, • 
 Who were thus privileged 
 
 To hear his eloquent appeal. 
 
no AUTUMN EEAVES. 
 
 His gentle, calm benificence 
 
 Shows in a clearer ray, 
 In deeds of pure benevolence 
 
 Gilding life's dim pathwa3^ 
 It was a fresh and living spring, 
 
 Whose waters still and clear, 
 Quickened to life the hidden things, 
 
 The sweet buds growing near. 
 
 While life still held for him a charm. 
 
 Obedient to His will, 
 He leaned on the Almighty Arm, 
 
 Calm, resolute and still. 
 And if his steadfastness be proved. 
 
 Or faith put to the test, 
 He would, like him, the best Beloved, 
 
 Have leaned^upon his breast. 
 
 He seemed upon the wings of faith 
 
 Triumphantly to ride. 
 And said that the celestial gate 
 
 To him had opened wide. 
 Up in his Father's blest abode. 
 
 Unspeakably bright, 
 He should appear in pure, white robes, 
 
 And spotless, in His sight. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I I I 
 
 MY FATHER. 
 
 I think there must be on the whole, 
 
 A lack of saving grace, 
 When in the poet's genial soul, 
 
 His Father finds no place. 
 Musing upon the strange event, 
 
 In the soft firelight's glow, 
 A hearing to my ear was lent, 
 
 Of some one breathing low. 
 Away the phantom seemed to roil. 
 
 From my bewildered sight; 
 While sweetly o'er my senses stole 
 
 A vision of delight. 
 It may have been a transient gleam 
 
 From out the firelight shine, 
 I was so sure that eyes that beamed. 
 
 Were looking into mine. 
 The spirit I so longed to meet 
 
 Was readily defined; 
 A form so perfect and complete, 
 
 It seemed almost divine. 
 0, had the disembodied soul 
 
 Come back to visit me? 
 I shouted, lost beyond control, 
 
 ''My father ! it is he !'' 
 
112 AUTUMN LEAVES, 
 
 The softened outlines of a face 
 
 Of one so true and kind, 
 That nothing ever could efface 
 
 The impress from my mind. 
 In his dear lineaments to trace 
 
 Our venerable head; 
 In the sweet expression of a face 
 
 That for forbearance plead. 
 He had the principle within, 
 
 Which to the souls belong, 
 Of whom it always may be said 
 
 They would do nothing wrong. 
 And wheresoe'er his footsteps led 
 
 Whether by field or flood, 
 It must be with the same intent, 
 
 Of doing someone good. 
 And with such reverence profound, 
 
 He read the sacred page 
 With grandchildren gathered round, 
 
 The crown of his old age. 
 The racket of this little band, 
 
 So frolicsome and bright, 
 Were ever to this aged pair 
 
 A source of great delight. 
 They had their joys and sorrows, 
 
 Yet ever on the way, 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 13 
 
 The promise of the morrow 
 
 Was realized to-day. 
 They did not lose their happiness 
 
 As they in turn grew old. 
 They realized a blessedness 
 
 Repaying them tenfold. 
 Hope glided evermore 
 
 Their darker hours between, 
 And vanished joys lived fondly o'er, 
 
 Still kept the memory green. 
 At length the heaving sigh 
 
 Gave token as it ought, 
 With the uplifting of the eye, 
 
 That God was in their thought. 
 It was he who girded them at length; 
 
 He was their staff and stay, 
 And he who led them by his strength 
 
 Upon the shining way. 
 And they must be well satisfied 
 
 When thro' His dear name's sake, 
 With loved among the glorified 
 
 In his likeness they awake. 
 
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114 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 MV BIIOTHEB,. 
 
 Beloved, where art thou, whither fled ? 
 
 Since thou wert taken from thy lowly bed, 
 
 Where with an aspect of exceeding peace, 
 
 Thy soul in patience waited its release, 
 
 Amidst tlie silence and the gloom, 
 
 An unseen presence filled the room. 
 
 A solemn awe upon our spirits fell, 
 
 Knowing "He doeth all things well." 
 
 For by his chill and icy breath 
 
 We knew this messenger was death, 
 
 Whose hoary lot^ks and solemn mein 
 
 Ourselves nnd loved ones came between. 
 
 And loosed the fetters that wrapped him round. 
 
 In a clay tenement, like prisoner bound; 
 
 In durance held, till on some fairer day 
 
 In all completeness thou should soar away. 
 
 With the wrapped host, say, dost thou soar atid 
 
 sing ? 
 In all this beauty hast thou seen the king ? 
 In fields elysian does thy spirit roam, 
 And in the many mansions find a home? 
 For aught we know swift messenger of love, 
 Among the innumerable courts above. 
 Of wisdom fathoming the height and length. 
 Ere going on from strength to strength; 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I I 5 
 
 Or, take a wider range from sun to sun, 
 
 In endless cycles ever, ever on; 
 
 Or, swiftly borne aloft on Angel's wing-, 
 
 Up where the stars forever sing; 
 
 Or does thy soul in silent rapture wait 
 
 With souls redeemed at the golden gate ? 
 
 Or far beyond the ken of human scope, 
 
 Do founts of knowledge to thy vision ope ? 
 
 Or higher yjet, to mortals ne'er allowed, 
 
 Float on the amber curtains of a cloud 'i > 
 
 Back to ihy Father's bosom didst thou fly, 
 
 Ecstatic glory seeking eye to eye ? 
 
 No longer darkly now, but face to face, 
 
 With ransomed ones from every clime and place; 
 
 The white robed throng who all with one accord 
 
 In adoration bow before their Lord; 
 
 Or grasp the meaning of that sacred word, 
 
 "Eye hatli not seen and ear hath never heard." 
 
 The joys sublime, unspeakably great. 
 
 Only reserved for those who watch and wait. 
 
 In vain I sound the fathomless abyss; 
 
 From that dread bourne, no answer comes to this. 
 
 Vainly our hopes take council of our fears, 
 
 And seek relief in sighs and moans and tears. 
 
 He opes to those the mysteries of grace, 
 
 In storm and calm, who see a father's face. 
 
 The darkest night to him is perfect day; 
 
 Before the light the darkness flees away. 
 
Il6 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 YOUNG MOTHER. 
 
 Mother with chastened brow, thoughtful and mild. 
 Why gaze so earnest on thy darling child, 
 This tender bud to thy fond wishes given 
 It seems to be a precious gift from Heaven. 
 
 This tiny bud entrusted to thy care 
 Is wondrous bright and oh how passing fair, 
 So fairy like and full of witching wiles 
 Its little face all dimpled o'er with smiles. 
 
 How beautiful it looks as there it lies, 
 The love light slumbering in its dewy eyes, 
 While on its sunny brow so pure and fair, 
 Lie clustering ringlets of its golden hair. 
 
 Thy yearning heart mayhap seeks to divine 
 The bright immortal spirit there enshrined, 
 Who, all unconscious of th}^ mother's part. 
 Is twined so lovingly around thy heart. 
 
 Thou seekest methinks to read the hidden page 
 Which ne'er has been revealed to saint or sage, 
 What is its future promise, what may be 
 The unfolding of its higher destiny. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 MY SISTER. 
 
 "I am going ; I am going," 
 
 My sister said one day, 
 "1 feel that I must lea^^e you, 
 
 For 1 can no longer stay. 
 I have heard a voice you cannot hear," 
 
 She still went on to say, 
 "And see a hand you cannot see 
 
 Which beckons me away." 
 The silver cord might loosened be ; 
 
 And we could only pray 
 That He who. rules the wind and wave, 
 
 The tempest might allny ; 
 And on the weak and stricken heart, 
 
 The hand of healing lay. 
 "I cannot bear to leave you, 
 
 And fain my grief would hide, 
 But 1 see my loved ones waiting 
 
 For me on the other side." 
 0, could we but encourage her 
 
 To bury the dead past. 
 And look onward to the future 
 
 That seemed within her grasp ! 
 She hut needed a suggestion 
 
 Of any kimi or sort, 
 To strengthen her endeavor 
 
 For any Christian work. 
 
Il8 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Day ill and out hereafter 
 
 We saw her growing slim, 
 And while we sought to flatter, 
 
 Our hopes grew very dim. 
 Her nerves, like an Aeolian harp, 
 
 Seemed all too finely strung 
 For the sorrow and the anguish 
 
 With which her heart was wrung, 
 At the very thought of parting 
 
 With her dearest, best loved one. 
 "1 never could outlive them ! 
 
 1 fear 1 should go wild ! 
 1 never could be parted 
 
 From my husband, and my child !" 
 And, yielding to a burst of grief, 
 
 Her voice would often fail, — 
 "But I see my loved ones waiting 
 
 Just beyond the vale." 
 Then, gathering comfort, she would speak 
 
 Of those she'd tried to bless. 
 And for her children sowed the seed. 
 
 Of truth and righteousness. 
 And as she spoke, her face 
 
 Was bright with glory in her soul ; 
 A glow so luminous and bright, 
 
 That o'er her features stole. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
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 It long" had been her chief delight 
 
 Among the mighty throngs 
 To raise her voice in praise, 
 
 To whom all praise belongs. 
 The inspiration of her soul 
 
 Seemed welling from that fount 
 Which Moses' did at Pisg-ah's heigrht, 
 
 Upon the holy mount. 
 "I am going ; I am going." 
 
 We feared she could not last; — 
 Alas ! we saw life's golden sands 
 
 Were running down so fast! 
 And while we watched and soothed her, 
 
 Still waiting by her side, 
 Her life went out so gently 
 
 We knew not when she died. 
 Her voice on earth has ceased, 
 
 But with the white-robed throng 
 We knew she'd e'er be singing, 
 
 The sweet and grand "new song.'^ 
 
I20 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 TN' ME MORI AM. 
 
 Farewell, dear friend, farewell to life, 
 Thy sufferings here are o'er, 
 
 Its haunting shadows, cares and strife, 
 Can trouble thee no more. 
 
 Full of compassion to the last, 
 
 For all, both far and near. 
 Not looking back'ward o'er the past, 
 
 But onward, without fear. 
 Looking for wisdom from above. 
 
 Ignoring sects or creeds ; 
 Giving her thought to works of love, 
 
 And the sweet ministry of deeds. 
 
 Unmindful of herself at best 
 If aught of suffering she knew, 
 
 Then forth upon her eager quest 
 Instinctively she flew. 
 
 Vain were entreaties to arrest 
 
 Iler silent going forth, 
 For all who knew her, must attest, 
 
 Her excellence and worth. 
 The lessons that experience brought, 
 
 AVere silently obeyed, 
 And never in her inmost thought, 
 
 From their wise precepts strayed, 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 121 
 
 Her friendship was beyond this life ; 
 
 Tier love a tie that binds; 
 As mother, daughter, sister, wife, 
 
 She left no one behind. 
 She yielded to the winsome grace 
 
 Of childhood's tender years, 
 And the pattering of little feet 
 
 Was music to her ears. 
 
 No tender bud of beauty rare 
 
 E'er blossomed on that hearth, 
 But owed its fostering love and care 
 
 To her who gave it birth. 
 With a patience more than mortal 
 
 And a faith that was sublime, 
 She wailed at the portal. 
 
 To hear the heavenly chime. 
 
 And, as her listening ear 
 
 Caught the angelic strain 
 Of seraph voices bright and clear, 
 
 She joined the celestial train. 
 
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122 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 TO C. A. HAY DEN 
 
 Come out from thy solitude, 
 And fearless go forth, 
 
 As the eagle spreads out her 
 Briirht wino-s for the north. 
 
 'Jd' 
 
 So proudly careering- 
 
 O'er mountain and dome, 
 
 Thy genius uiitiririg', 
 Shall usher thee on. 
 
 Unfurl thy bright pinions 
 To the favoring breeze : 
 
 Thy flight shall be onward, 
 O'er oceans and seas. 
 
 How splendid and gU)rions 
 Thy pathway appears ; 
 
 Triumphantly^ soaring 
 O'er all thy compeers. 
 
 As upward and onward 
 Thy spirit soars on, 
 
 What soul-stirring melotly 
 Floats in thy song! 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 23 
 
 In raptures, while soaring* 
 
 The higli heavens o'er, 
 Thy keen searching gaze, 
 
 Eeads their deep, mystic lore. 
 
 Aye fix thy rapt gaze on that 
 
 Glorious abode, 
 That beautiful city, 
 
 The temple of God. 
 
 On, on, through deep azure. 
 
 Unceasing!}' on, 
 Allured by the brightness, 
 
 So dazzling it shone. 
 
 Thou mayst bask in the light 
 
 Of an undying fame ; 
 Unscorched by its radiance 
 
 Thou firm shalt remain. 
 
 Till thy spu-it disrobed. 
 
 And transported above, 
 Shall bathe in a fount 
 
 Of ineffable love. 
 
124 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 TO A YOUNG FRIEND. 
 
 He calleth thee to pastures fair, 
 By the still waters, calm and clear, 
 And through the mists that intervene, 
 His hand of leading may be seen. 
 
 He leadeth thee, He leadeth thee ; 
 
 By His own hand, He leadeth thee. 
 
 He to the earnest soul doth say — 
 " See that ye faint not by the way ; 
 Go slake your thirst from that supply 
 Of living springs that never dr}'. 
 
 He leadeth thee, He leadeth thee ; 
 
 By His own hand, He leadeth thee. 
 
 And to the hungry soul hath said, 
 
 " V\\ feed thee with the living bread;" 
 
 It gives a power of self-control 
 
 That strengthens and restores the soul. 
 
 He leadeth thee, He leadeth- thee ; 
 
 By His own hand, He leadeth thee. 
 
 It is thy privilege most sweet 
 To lay thy burdens at His feet, 
 Of whom it truly hath been said, 
 " No waiting soul need be afraid." 
 And faint and weary tho' thou be, 
 He leadeth thee, He leadeth thee. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 25 
 
 CLARA, 
 
 She slept within a darkened room 
 Wrapt id tlie draper}^ of the tomb ; 
 And slowly g-athering- one by one, 
 Mourners and friends together come. 
 
 They g-nzed upon the marble brow, 
 Where deaih has se.t its signet now. 
 T he look she wore was sweet and mild ; 
 Her lips seemed parted in a smile. 
 
 Her form was pulseless, cold and chill ; 
 And yet the gazer felt no thrill, 
 Such was the sw^eetness and the grace 
 That rested on the calm, pale face. 
 
 It spoke of gentleness and love, 
 And peace that cometh from above, 
 And of a pure and holy faith, 
 That givetli victory over death. 
 
 For she had caught the heavenly gleam 
 Of light that o'er her vision beamed. 
 Bright and effulgent as the ray 
 That heralds in the new-born da3^ 
 
126 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 They wiped the death-clew frorc her brow 
 Where resteth sucli a halo now ; 
 For when her spirit caught the ray, 
 It left its impress on the clay. 
 
 WALDO BRADLEY RUSSELL. 
 
 Why is it, in this active life of sorrow and of woe, 
 The loved and dearly cherislied are oft the first to 
 
 go? 
 That the very soul of honor with its high and holy 
 
 trust. 
 The crown of early manhood, should be buried in 
 
 the dust. 
 
 One whose highest aspirations, such a halo o'er him 
 
 shed, 
 As seldom clusters round the name when one is 
 
 with the dead. 
 That must have been a fruitful soil, and seasoned 
 
 well with prayer, 
 So to repay the tillers' toil, and reap a harvest 
 
 there. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 27 
 
 As 'neath the venial blessings of a shower, 
 Fruit-laden branches blossom forth in flower, 
 So his pure life, thus early snatched so soon, 
 Blossomed to fruitage ere manhood's noon. 
 
 His fortitude increased by suffering long ; 
 
 Jn faith's assurance growing yet more strong ; 
 
 Untiring in devotedness and zeal ; 
 
 His death, a loss which all must deeply feel. 
 
 How much more to her who was his brightest, best, 
 The sweet companion of his hours of rest, 
 Tlie chosen one, with whom she hoped to glide 
 On tlirough life's journey, gladly, side by side. 
 
 And such the promise in that blissful state, 
 It would seem on earth a happiness too great. 
 Her joy may be complete in that blest land ; 
 God knoweth best ; "- Our times are in His hand.'' 
 
 How was that stricken mother's heart opprrst, 
 
 That pillowed him so fondly on her breast. 
 
 He, round whom bright hopes were clustering 
 
 high. 
 With dreams of happiness ; why must he die ! 
 
128 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 And the fond father, who with her divided 
 The deep solicitude, the joy and'pride, 
 So largely shared in the kind, loving heart 
 Of the dear grandma, who must do her part; 
 
 Soothing his sufferings day by day, 
 And bidding him look to " The Life, the Way." 
 A loving son, a brother, kind and true, 
 Disclosing traits, equalled by very few. 
 
 How happily they saw him going forth, 
 So proudly conscious of his sterling worth ; 
 Those very traits, endearing him to them, 
 Would rank him high among the best of men. 
 
 He might have figured in the roll of fame, 
 And to posterity have left a name. 
 No h)nger suffering on his bed of pain, 
 Th(? loss to you, for him is so much gain. 
 
 What greater blessedness could he desire, 
 Than hear the Master's summons " Come up high- 
 er ? " 
 In vestments white, before the throne to bow, 
 And have the " New Name " written on his brow. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 29 
 
 MY COUSIN 
 
 How is it that thy hours glide 
 
 So peacefully along ? 
 Thou hast no sorrow in thy heart, 
 
 iS'o sadness in thy song. 
 Knowing so little of the world, 
 
 Its trials, cares and woes, 
 Thou art resting in a holy calm, 
 
 A beautiful repose. 
 Thine is the sweet and touching charm 
 
 That seeks no aid of art ; 
 A simple elegance and grace, 
 
 So sure to win the heart. 
 Within thy soul lie hidden depths 
 
 Of love and sympathy, 
 Like those rich pearls embedded 
 
 'Neath the caverns in the sea. 
 With feelings kind and tender, 
 
 As pure, and warmly bright. 
 As is the diamond glowing 
 
 With ever varying light. 
 
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130 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 TO A POETESS. 
 
 Can aught we say or think of thee 
 
 Proclaim tli^' matchless worth ? 
 Among the bright celestial throng 
 
 Thy spirit claims its birth. 
 Eedeemed from sin by that pure blood's 
 
 Atoning sacrifice, 
 0, may thy spirit's offering 
 
 Up to His throne arise : 
 Like incense on the altar poured, 
 
 A pure and hallowed flame, 
 Its deep-toned music gushing fortli 
 
 In pure angelic strain. 
 No more earth's fetters clog thy soul, 
 
 Its aspirations be 
 E'en higher, holier, happier, 
 
 Than we could ask for thee. 
 A gift is tliine, a priceless gift, 
 
 To mount on poet's wings, 
 Like a bird, that takes its upward flight 
 
 To soar o'er earthly things. 
 Behold, with what a magic power 
 
 In fancy's colors dressed, 
 Each treasured thought thou bring'st to light 
 
 Which some could ne'er express. 
 Revealing oft the hidden source 
 
 Of sorrow's secret stino:, 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I3I 
 
 ,That from our withered hopes, alas, 
 
 Our dearest joys may sjjring. 
 If such thy power, 0, greater far 
 
 Must be thy spirit's need, 
 Now from the ashes of the past 
 
 Let hope and jo}^ proceed. 
 E'en though earth's shadows, thou 
 
 Must pass, on to the eternal shore ; 
 How fearfull}^ life's pilgrimage 
 
 Is stretching on before! 
 Along thy path the clouds disperse. 
 
 The shadows onward flee. 
 Yea; sweetly looking from above 
 
 Thy Father smiling see. 
 Deep sorrows purify the heart, 
 
 Meekly accept His grace ; 
 E'en smiling through the darkest cloud, 
 
 Thou'lt see an angel's face, 
 Now helping thee to bear earth's ills 
 
 With calm and patient grace. 
 
132 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 TO H. M. H. 
 
 Marie we love thy gentle gracp, 
 
 So free from pride or art, 
 Uniting alLthose lovelier traits, 
 
 So sure to win the heart. 
 
 Life hath its joys and sorrows, too, 
 
 For spirits snch as tliine ; 
 Its highest, holiest purposes, 
 
 Its sweetest hopes are thine. 
 
 With a clear perception of the good, 
 
 The l)eautiful and true, 
 Invigorates the thirsting soul, 
 
 As flowers inhale the dew. 
 
 Now, looking o'er the sunny past. 
 
 Or onward as thou will, 
 Strong in thy conscious rectitude, 
 
 Thou'lt rise above all ill. 
 
 While ministering kindly to the wants 
 
 Of sickness or of age. 
 Or with a keen, inquiring glance, 
 
 Scanning life's hidden page ; 
 
 Kemernbering, if the tempest lower. 
 And earthly hopes are riven, 
 
 Enough, enough for thee to know 
 Thy path leads up to heaven. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 33 
 
 TO A YOUNG LADY. 
 
 So gayly commeiiciiig' thy brilliant career, 
 Allured by the pleasures, which youth make so 
 
 dear, 
 Rare blending of" charms in thy features I trace, 
 A rare emanation ofbeaut}^ and grace. 
 How joyous thy prospects ! tiiy spirits how light ! 
 Each newly-sought pleasure so fraught with de- 
 light ! 
 Life's glittering attractions, realities seem ; 
 Love's witchery enhancing thy spirit's young 
 
 dream. 
 Each one in their turn, may thy spirit enthrall. 
 Not a dread of the luture does thy happiness pall. 
 Ah ! vain the illusion to shackle a mind 
 Richly treasured with knowledge ; a spirit so kind 
 Can scarcely glide on, 'should it face the rude 
 
 blast. 
 But shrink from the sorrows through which it must 
 
 pass: — 
 Go cherish those virtues, the charm of thy youth, 
 The lovely enchantment of goodness and truth ; 
 Of the rich garlands thy bright fancy weaves, 
 No flower of them all, such rich fragrance leaves. 
 
134 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 JESUS AT THE WELL. 
 
 He was not without the humcn ; 
 
 As He came to the cool well's brink, 
 And seeing there a woman 
 
 He asked her to give Him a drink. 
 
 And she, in her light, bantering tone, 
 
 Asks for a reason wiiy ; 
 While he sits on the ohl ciirb-stoue, 
 
 Waiting for a reply. 
 
 " How is it that thou being a Jq\y 
 
 Come asking drink of me, 
 A woman of Samaria who 
 
 No dealings have with thee," 
 
 "0, didst thou but know the gift of God, 
 And who is speaking thus to thee, 
 
 Then wouldst thou of thine own accord, 
 Come asking drink of me." 
 
 Then glancing down the well so steep, 
 
 This trouble she foresaw : 
 " The well is deep, so very deep, 
 
 And you can nothing draw. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 35 
 
 Our Father Jacob du^ this well, 
 
 And watered his flocks here, 
 And it is said the Prophet's tell 
 
 Messiah shall appear. 
 
 It must have been a joy methinks, 
 
 To hear Him then exclaim : 
 That ''whoso of this water drinks 
 
 Will never thirst again." 
 
 Willing- to act the better part 
 
 And ready to receive, 
 She murmured g-ently, " Sir, thou art 
 
 A Prophet I perceive." 
 
 He ofTered drink from no choice cup, 
 
 Of new or rare device, 
 But a fount of water springing up 
 
 luto everlasting life. 
 
 '' Give me to drink," the woman cried 
 
 With interest brinmiing o'er 
 '' That all my wants may be supplied, 
 
 And I may thirst no more." 
 
 Back to the city hastened she, 
 Saying to the people " come and see 
 A man from whom nothing is hid, 
 For he told me all I ever did." 
 
136 AUTUMN LEAVES, 
 
 THE TBANSFIGUBATION. 
 
 That will be the grandest story 
 Told in the ages yet to come, 
 
 Of the three caught up in glory 
 With our Christ, the holy One. 
 
 How great was their amazement, 
 When, brighter than the sun, 
 
 They saw those holy Ancients, 
 With their shining armor on. 
 
 What did the mystic splendor, 
 And the dazzling show betide, 
 
 Had the pearly gates up yonder 
 Opened then their portals wide ? 
 
 And was this visitation, 
 
 So radiant to the sight, 
 The Heralds of Salvation 
 
 From Him who dwells in light ? 
 
 All with their mission glowing, 
 Forth from the Courts above, 
 
 A luminous outpouring 
 Of God's redeeming love. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 37 
 
 And then the three together, 
 
 In converse did appear, 
 As if strengthening each other 
 
 With words of hope and cheer. 
 
 Filled with the regal splendor, 
 
 We hear them now exclaim, 
 Lost in delight and wonder, 
 
 "Oh, let ns here remain ! " 
 
 Then said Peter unto Jesus 
 
 " WeHl build us tabernacles three, 
 
 One for Moses, and Elias, 
 And another one for Thee." 
 
 In this joyous reunion 
 
 Of the old time and the new, 
 They forgot their earthly mission 
 
 And the work they had to do. 
 
 Instantly we see what followed — 
 That which made them so rejoice. 
 
 They were by a cloud o'ershadowed 
 And they heard from Heaven a voice. 
 
 Saying, "This is my beloved 
 
 Son in whom I am well pleased." 
 
 He the Chosen One, and Loved, 
 
 One in whom ye have believed. 
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138 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Did Angelic Hosts of Heaven 
 Now their endless praise begin, 
 
 When they heard ihe mandate given 
 '' My Beloved, hear y(? Him ? " 
 
 The intense fervor of their sonis 
 
 To fearful n ess gave place, 
 And startled out of all control, 
 
 They fell upon their face. 
 
 Then after his own fashion. 
 
 When he would the lambs have fed, 
 
 With the tenderest compassion 
 He said " Be ye not afraid." 
 
 Wholly lost in admiration 
 
 Of this glorious retreat, 
 They must need some confirmation, 
 
 Coming from the Mercy Seat. 
 
 When the visitants had vanished, 
 
 And the light that round them shone, 
 They were equally astonished, 
 
 Finding Jesus all alone. 
 
 When awakened from the vision, 
 A new light upon them broke ; 
 
 They remembered He had spoken 
 '' As before man never spoke." 
 
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 Thus we see the special fitness 
 
 For a work so aptly done ; 
 They must be the special witness 
 
 When tlie Father owned his Son. 
 
 Far beyond their comprehension 
 
 Was the consciousness of loss, 
 From the mysteries of redemption. 
 
 Or the glories of the Cross. 
 
 He had checked their vain ambition, 
 
 Fraught with dreams of fame and wealth, 
 
 Pointing them to such conditions 
 Wholly lifting out of self. 
 
 They saw not, that to consummate 
 
 The end He had in view, 
 Of blood and flame, the trackless waste 
 
 That he must travel through. 
 
 When our hearts are filled with rapture, 
 
 In the ecstacy of bliss. 
 O'er the prospects of the future 
 
 Even we may ask amiss. 
 
 The glowing visitants they met. 
 
 Shed lustre on the name, 
 Of him who led them step by step 
 
 Up to a higher plain. 
 
140 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 At Calvary and Gethsemane 
 
 Their hearts with grief were riven, 
 
 But lo, the stone is rolled away, 
 And Christ their Lord is risen. 
 
 INSPIRATION. 
 
 As in life's rugged pathway 
 
 On some high purpose bent, 
 When nerved to vigorous action, 
 
 We dare the rough ascent. 
 When we attempt a conquest 
 
 The victory is half won, 
 Since virtue owes her vigor 
 
 To obstacles o'er come. 
 The warfare is not suffered, 
 
 To engender fear and strife. 
 But to waken into action 
 
 The dormant powers of life. 
 How often do we see 
 
 The dull and plodding mind. 
 
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 When roused to CLergy 
 
 With vigorous action joined. 
 Progressing slow but surely 
 
 Onward step by step 
 Hisawakened soul on higli 
 
 Attainments set. 
 While pressing iorward to the maik, 
 
 Ne'er wearied nor grown faint, 
 But so determined, buists his bonds 
 
 And soars beyond constraint. 
 So wonderful the perfect trust he feehs. , 
 
 His greatest thought too simple to reveal, 
 O'er passion's raging gulf, 
 
 Or threatening clouds that lower, 
 Faith throws her rainbow bridge 
 
 Entwined with many a flower. 
 The soul exulting soars on self-poised wings 
 And bows in reverence to the King of Kings. 
 Enclosed within a rough and prickly shell, 
 We find concealed the nut we love so well. 
 It needs the keen, cold, biting, frosty air, 
 To crack the bur and leave the kernel bare. 
 For ought we know a rougli exterior may 
 Contain a soul, whose oft illumined ray 
 Will light the future of life's hidden page, 
 And prove at once, the landmarks of the age. 
 
142 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 ASPIRATIONS. 
 
 Wearily no longer linger, 
 
 Earnest soul, go take thy rest, 
 
 Upward, onward, through soft azure, 
 Soar to mansions of the blest. 
 
 Longing soul, why shouldst thou tarry, 
 Now thy wings are plumed for fliglit ? 
 
 Upward, onward, soar triumphant. 
 On to realms of endless light. 
 
 Panting soul, no longer tarry, 
 
 Earth would dim thy longings quite, 
 
 O'er the rosy tints of even 
 
 Spreads the darker wing of night. 
 
 Fainting soul, no longer tarry, 
 
 High attainments wouldst thou win ? 
 
 Wouldst thou grasp thy bright ideal, 
 Instantly thy work begin. 
 
 See, ah see ! what dazzling splendor 
 Streams along the milk}^ way ! 
 
 And the morning stars together 
 Hymning their triumphant lay. 
 
 Wouldst thou up and join the chorus ? 
 
 O'er the stars wouldst thou have scope 
 Bow adoring ; upward soaring, 
 
 Evermore rejoice and hope. 
 
AUTUiMN LEAVES. 
 
 MISFORTUNE. 
 
 When smitten bv the first <>Teat blow, 
 
 The anguished soul lies prostrate, bleeding-, 
 
 We think no other heart can know 
 The anguish that our own is feeling. 
 
 In deep, iinpenetrablti woe, 
 
 'Neath the mighty conflict bending, 
 
 A pressure crushing us so low, 
 will there never be an ending ^ 
 
 Some show in wild and iitful mood 
 The waves of anguish tossing there, 
 
 While calmer souls, by grace subdued, 
 Wrestle in patience with despair. 
 
 The stricken soul awakes at last 
 
 From its dull, leaden weight of sorrow, 
 
 And, sighing o'er its struggles past. 
 Clings to the promise of the morrow. 
 
 For hope, tho' dimmed, is never gone. 
 Her angel wing is hovering o'er us. 
 
 And still alluring furthur on, 
 Is ever ready to enfold us. 
 
144 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 A higher bliss the soul receives, 
 
 When looking from its earthly prison. 
 
 Through clouds and darkness, it perceives 
 A shining pathway up to heaven. 
 
 There surging sorrows sweetly rest, 
 Hushed in the breathings of a prayer ; 
 
 Hope enters, a delightful guest, 
 
 And, joyous, takes possession there. 
 
 The soothing virtue it imparts. 
 
 The canker worm of grief destroys, 
 And opens up within the heart 
 
 A well-spring of perpetual joys. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 1 45 
 
 FAITH. 
 
 Can we doubt of a hereafter 
 When we cry in accents wild, 
 
 Father hear me, oh my Father ! 
 He will own and bless his child. 
 
 Loss or gain for nothing counting, 
 Gone the fear of care and strife, 
 
 For the soul is upward mounting, 
 Soaring upward into life. 
 
 Fount of love, the living essence. 
 Peace and joy to us impart, 
 
 Filling with thy living presence 
 Every nook of this poor heart. 
 
 the joy of this indwelling. 
 
 To the heart that's cleansed from sin, 
 All the mysteries revealing 
 
 Of the hidden life within. 
 
 THE YOUNG RULER. 
 
 We read that on a certain day, 
 There was among the throng 
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146 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Of followers that passed that way, 
 
 As Jesus came along, 
 A suppliant with ability, 
 
 Who, kneeling at His feet, 
 In tones of deep humility, 
 
 His mercy did entreat. 
 
 He was a noble, rich, young jew 
 
 Who sought the pearl of price ; 
 '' Good master, pray what shall I do 
 
 To inherit eternal life? " 
 '' Why callest thou me good ? 
 
 But One good thou may'st call, 
 And He is God, our Father, 
 
 Creator of us all." 
 
 " Thou knowest the commands, 
 
 And how they must be kept, 
 Including all the law demands, 
 
 Owe no man any debt." 
 He answered "1 have loved the truth. 
 
 And honored each precept. 
 All the commandments from my youth 
 
 1 zealously have kept." 
 
 To an approving mind 
 
 His highest aims were reached, 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I47 
 
 But from this interview we find 
 
 His troubles were increased. 
 But in his heart far out of sight, 
 
 Was many a little shoot, 
 Which, never having seen the light, 
 
 As yet had borne no fruit. 
 
 Discerning in this hidden graft, 
 
 The thing that he must flee, 
 His master said, " sell what thou hast 
 
 And come and follow me." 
 The highest bliss, a joy sublime, 
 
 Could this young ruler see ; 
 This invitation given in time. 
 
 Was for eterriity. 
 
 With spotless record in the past, 
 
 ■ And wealth an ample store, 
 With his possession all so vast. 
 
 He needed one thing more. 
 Christ offered bliss without alloy ; 
 
 His eye on him had shone ; 
 If he would have supernal joy 
 
 The choice must be his own. 
 
 How sorrowful he turned away ! 
 Sighs mingled with regret ; 
 
148 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 When he heard the blessed master say, 
 " One thing thou lackest yet ; 
 
 Let thy heart be the open door, 
 Of all thy goods possessed 
 
 Distribute freel}' to the poor, 
 And thou shalt gain the rest.'" 
 
 What cause was here for mental strife, 
 
 In this which he now must do ! 
 tTpsetting all his plans in life, 
 
 And beginning them anew. 
 He was bidden to surrender 
 
 All his valued earthly means, 
 And become a lowly follower 
 
 Of the hated Nazarene. 
 
 We may learn in the hereafter 
 
 All this suffering denotes. 
 For the wishes of the master 
 
 Were the death knell to his hopes. 
 His selfishness had taken root ; 
 
 And love's diviner ray, 
 Though flooding him from head to foot, 
 
 Could not the mischief stay. 
 
 Plenty and ease enough thro' life 
 His lono-iiio- heart to fill : 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I49 
 
 And he would ease this mental strife, 
 
 By a persistent will. 
 We find not in the written word, 
 
 The depths of his remorse, 
 Or what relentless furies raged 
 
 Over his unkempt hearth. 
 
 We know not if sin held control, 
 
 Or how or M'"hen or where 
 The hidden anguish of his soul 
 
 Yielded to dark despair. 
 Faith gives the assurance that we may 
 
 Lean on his staff and rod, 
 And find that the impossible with man, 
 
 Is possible with God. 
 
 And of the poor lame man, we read, 
 
 Who came and could do no more, 
 So many pressing on ahead, 
 
 And stepping down before. 
 For in his dire extremity 
 
 This lame man it appears, , 
 Suffered from an intirmity, 
 
 Full eight and thirty years. 
 
 That law of nature they obeyed, 
 AYho came in search of health. 
 
I sO AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 And by no hindrances were stayed, 
 
 But each one for himself. 
 The eag-er crowd are hurrying- down 
 
 Impatient of delay, 
 AVlien the despondents wish to crown, 
 
 The Saviour came that way. 
 
 Seeing' this poor man in such a g'uise, 
 
 What pity filled his soul, 
 He spoke to him without disguise 
 
 Saying, wilt thou be made whole ? 
 He manifested no surprise 
 
 As he heard the poor man talk, 
 Then saying unto him, arise. 
 
 Take up thy bed, and walk. ' 
 
 One word has changed the sufferer's lot. 
 
 The stricken limbs are free, 
 As the waters sprang from Marah's rock 
 
 Or healing from the tree. 
 For the instruction of the hour 
 
 Which no man might gainsay 
 He manifested forth his power, 
 
 Then left without delay. 
 
 He knew that on that very day 
 Whatever mic'ht betide, 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I5I 
 
 Levite and Priest were on the way 
 
 To spread dissension wide. 
 As the Saviour hastened from the spot, 
 
 Careless of praise or blame, 
 They railed on him for caring- not 
 
 The Sabbath to profane. 
 
 Then, meeting- Jesus at the porch. 
 
 Where he had gone before, 
 He said to him, beware henceforth 
 
 And go and sin no more. 
 
 FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 1 gave thee in my youth, 
 
 With feelings pure and warm, 
 
 A friendship based on truth, 
 Which nothing might disarm. 
 
 A friendship formed in youth 
 From tastes pure and refined, 
 
 Promised a larger growth 
 
 Than lures the cominon mind. 
 
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 How oft we gathered them, — 
 The rarest flowers we sought, . 
 
 And many a hidden gem 
 
 From the sweet pearls of thought. 
 
 Thy trials but ennobled thee, 
 Thou wast so true and kind. 
 
 In this cold world we rarely see 
 A more exalted mi ad. 
 
 And still the passing years, 
 Found thee enjoying health ; 
 
 And better than thy fears, 
 Possessing joy and wealth. 
 
 Nobly thou stood the test, 
 
 A very little while. 
 And was thj'-self possessed 
 
 With the same glad smile. 
 
 But soon the wary sought 
 Thy faltering steps to guide, 
 
 In fashion's dizzy maze they thought 
 Thou wert all untried. 
 
 Grandly thou stood the restless din 
 With a sad, scornful smile, 
 
 But step by step was hurried in 
 Like a bewildered child. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 53 
 
 For fashion hath her gilded shrine 
 
 Which claims obeisance now, 
 And if her votaries would shine, 
 
 They must before it bow. 
 
 But now thou art so changed, 
 
 One scarce can brook 
 The calm, but cold and strange 
 
 Indiflerence of thy look. 
 
 For as the heart grows cold, 
 
 And gentler thoughts erased. 
 Time will at last unfold 
 
 A pure, warm soul, debased. 
 
 Take back, take back the gift, 
 
 Thou hast so lightly bore, 
 I may not value it 
 
 Since it is prized no more. 
 
 The bitter lesson learned, 
 
 By such sad experience taught, 
 
 Had been too dearly earned. 
 Although so cheaply bought. 
 
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 A. D. MERRILL. 
 
 [Published by request.] 
 
 And when I think of Abraham D., 
 A I'aith-illumined face 1 see ; 
 For even 1, nor was 1 alone, 
 Discerned in him a face that shone. 
 
 Glowing as if some radiant morn 
 
 He caught a glimpse of saints upborne, 
 
 And that sufficed that lurid ray 
 
 To light them on their heavenward way 
 
 Halting at times on sunny heights, 
 Gained only by aerial flights. 
 And seeing oft the rosy flush, 
 As Moses did in the burning bush. 
 
 And deemed not of the afterglow. 
 Whatever from such contacts flow, 
 And he did sing, yes, he did sing 
 Like the rapt bird upon the wing. 
 
 Well known as one faithful and true. 
 Who sought his Master's work to do ; 
 He gladly trod life's rugged road, 
 Cheating its cares of half their load, 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 55 
 
 Strong in the faith, his ear was quick 
 To hear the sufferinp^ of the sick, 
 And by the sweetness of his strain, 
 Soothed the intensity of pain. 
 
 Once there, he would both sing- and pray, 
 And talk of heaven and show the way, 
 Teaching them of a faith snblime 
 That leads the sonl to heavenward clime. 
 
 Leading church service, he would sing 
 
 Like the rapt bird upon the wing. 
 
 Till the voices of the mighty host 
 
 In one grand chorus borne aloft. 
 
 In strains that made the echoes ring, 
 
 With bounrlless praise to heaven's high King. 
 
 EGG ROCK. 
 
 Egg Ro6k, if thou art so lonely now. 
 Uplifting heavenward thy lofty brow, 
 'Neath the warm radiance of a sunny sky, 
 Thy calm, still beauty delights the eye 
 When seemingly, as if in sportive play. 
 
156 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 The sparkling wave throws up its foamy spray, 
 Or creeping on, only to backward flee, 
 Chasing each other in the wildest g-lee, 
 And then in softened murmur's lullaby 
 In mournful cadence, with the sea bird's cry. 
 Firm and erect, thou seem'st to say with pride, 
 Behold me beaming o'er the ocean wide ; 
 But if beneath a summer's smiling sky 
 Thy charming scenery so delights the eye, 
 When all the waiting isles, the sea, the air, 
 Is wafting to Heaven, the incense of prayer, 
 And in low monotones old ocean sings. 
 Her deef) toned anthem to the King of kings ; 
 Who holds the helm, and who alone presides. 
 Who rules the storms, and on the ocean rides, 
 how majestic, when the raging sea 
 Its threat'ning billows, rashes upon thee, 
 And wildly dashing on, shock after shock, 
 Repelled by thee, thou adamantine rock, 
 Vainly the billows, rear their lofty crest 
 Like angry demons driven to unrest. 
 In thundering gusts, along thy rocky strand 
 Its deafening roar so fearful to withstand. 
 Thou like a monarch on his natal day, 
 Obedient onl}^ to the Almighty sway, 
 Undaunted stand, holding aloft thy light — 
 Guiding the mariner on his way aright. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 57 
 
 Thro' storms and (iarkness send thy cheering ray 
 A beacon light for ships that pass that way, 
 Their sole dependence on His sovereign will, 
 Who to the angry waves, said, "Peace be still." 
 
 THE CAB IB ON QUEEN. 
 
 Now there came nnto a region wild 
 A father with his only child ; 
 Standing aloof from all— you could see 
 In his bearing some dark mystery. 
 
 He took up a grant, and staked off his claim 
 Without so much as giving his name, 
 And he was so reticent, no one dared 
 To intrude upon him unawares. 
 
 Without introduction of some sort — 
 Fearing there might be a sharp retort, — 
 His child, a girl of sweet sixteen, 
 Preserved the same cold, haughty mien. 
 
158 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 But the lithe damsel on her part 
 Seemed to be one of the pure in heart; 
 Modest and retiring to that degree 
 That for them she would be no company. 
 
 He built his cabin on the lot 
 
 In a little more secluded spot, 
 
 Where the wealth of nature could impart 
 
 What they mia^ht never gain from art. 
 
 Where, with his child, he would reside 
 Shut out from all the world beside. 
 Sometimes in a little shady nook 
 She was seen with her pencil or a book ; 
 
 For she was one whose chief deligjht, 
 Was from reveling in fancy's flight ; 
 Here culture left, with talents rare, 
 Resources now beyond compare. 
 
 What else could o'er her life's calm flow 
 In roseate hues, its colors glow. 
 Investing all tlie hills and wood, 
 With a charm that to her mind is food. 
 
 And it was soon whispered round his claim 
 That from America he came ; 
 And from his indifference he won 
 The sobriquet of "old Caribou." 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 59 
 
 Now it SO happens in the range 
 
 There is always something for a change ; — 
 
 A bird, a flower, or a little child, 
 
 Would almost set the maiden wild. 
 
 Such little ones she'd gather round, — 
 As in the camp are sometimes found — 
 And from her kindness won, it would seem. 
 The title of " The Caribou Queen." 
 
 With no diversion of any sort, 
 
 He kept steadily on his routine of work, 
 
 Deeper and deeper delving on, 
 
 With what success was never known. 
 
 And now there happened something strange, 
 A rich young nobleman came to the range, 
 Seeking rather abroad to roam 
 Than to stay in his palatial home. 
 
 It was this young man's happy fate 
 To be sole heir of a great estate ; 
 His mother dying when he was young, 
 Sir Charles left all to his only son. 
 
 Sir Charles possessed with winning grace, 
 A noble form, and faultless face. 
 And withal a charm of mind. 
 With ease and dignity combined. 
 
l60 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Now it happened in this family of theirs, 
 They were singularly destitute of heirs, 
 But the few remaining with high birth, 
 Were blest with culture and mental worth. 
 
 His title, estates, and family pride, 
 With all the distinction which it implied ; 
 Were I to attempt, my pen would fail 
 To describe the splendor of "Heathdale. " 
 
 The imposing mansion, stood on ground 
 For many acres stretched around, 
 The landscape gardening in device : — 
 It was called a perfect paradise. 
 
 And when his ancestors did there reside. 
 The name was symbolic of honor and pride ; 
 And he with a perfect form and face 
 Had all the intelligence of his race. 
 
 Honors at Oxford, creditably won. 
 Precedence given to his lather's son ; 
 But scarcely had his honors been received. 
 E'er by his father's death he was bereaved. 
 
 Now, reinstated master of " Heathdale'' 
 According to the order of entail, 
 From this time forth, as we can say, 
 Sir Charles had it his own way. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES, l6l 
 
 For hail'd with acclamations, on every side, 
 Not long with any party to preside, 
 For when professors have done their best, 
 tlien, society must do the rest. 
 
 When the precedence is given to the upper ten 
 Of beautiful women and polished men ; 
 When at the banquet and the ball. 
 And stately dames, at fashion's call 
 
 Came to the concert and the play, 
 And dance and sing the night away ; 
 When celebrities all give their shout 
 And the " reigning stars are trotted out." 
 
 For here society, it would seem. 
 
 Was found the *' creme de la C7^eme.'^ 
 
 Sir Charles being of a nature rare and fine ; 
 
 Held his honors by right divine. 
 
 Being so thoughtful, it was his fate 
 To be received everywhere with joy elate ; 
 And scheming mothers were sorely tried, 
 When they saw their snares all set aside. 
 
 Tired of the banquets, and the balls, 
 Given in his old ancestral halls, 
 Tired of the revels and the feast, 
 Which never satifies in the least ; 
 
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 Tired of the concert and the phiy, 
 And the trivial pleasures of the day, 
 Tired of emulation, and the strife 
 That emanates from such a life, — 
 
 Where men of letters and of fame, 
 And all the other celebrities came ; 
 Some to bolster their family pride 
 By securing at once, a wealthy bride. 
 
 For many a gay young millionaire 
 Is taken by the thoughtless debonair, 
 Caring more for such foolish trifles 
 That are attached to empty titles. 
 
 But young Sir Charles shut up the old hall, 
 And closed his doors to one and all. 
 The next we hear, has started on his way 
 Across the ocean, to America. 
 
 And after that, going at the us^ual rates 
 Of travelh'ng, all over the States, 
 lie joined the hunting party roving round, 
 Next we find him on the Selkirk ground. 
 
 Sir Charles dropped his titles and identity. 
 Joining this jovial young company, 
 Neglecting the claims of home and friend — 
 Not a word of his whereabouts did he send. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 1 63 
 
 But the camp-fires blazed up every night, 
 With such happy faces glowing- in their light ; 
 While they relate such thrilling wild tales 
 To secure the interest which never fails. 
 
 Showing their ow^n peculiar knack 
 Of taking the buffalo herds in their track ; 
 Or the trappings used in pretense to snare 
 The cunning beaver out from his lair. 
 
 The mirth and song, with the festal cheer, 
 And the saddle, kept him about three years; 
 Then eschewing the bolder huntsman's horn, 
 He awoke at the Caribou range one morn. 
 
 Our hero like many an one of his kind, 
 Needed something to settle his mind, 
 And hears with an interest we have foreseen 
 The story of the young Caribou queen. 
 
 That her father severely taxed his strength ; 
 Nor suffering his child to go her length, 
 And she so gentle, true and good, 
 Did up the work and prepared his food. 
 
 And they spoke of her as one supreme, — 
 Beautiful as a poet's dream, 
 Whose golden ringlets like a veil 
 Over her shapely shoulders fell. 
 
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 There was bat one since she came to the west, 
 And he seemed to her the noblest, the best, 
 And he had taxed his wits the whik). 
 To gain from her a passing smile. 
 
 Offering his sympathy to this poor, old man, 
 And such meagre excuses as he could plan, 
 To gain an entrance to that little home. 
 Where no one was ever allowed to come. 
 
 Still more alluring- was his charm of mind. 
 With dignity of manner so combined. 
 His elegance and wondrous power to please, 
 So engaging when combined with social ease. 
 
 That old Caribou at last was f^iirly won, 
 
 Not only he, for it was not he alone, 
 
 A rarer flush stole o'er her cheek, 
 
 And seldom could she trust her voice to speak. 
 
 Blanched to whiter hue his once brown hair ; 
 Tugged at his heart the vulture of despair. 
 His nerves seemed to be hung on wires, 
 The lightning flash of internal fires. 
 
 Must he leave this dearly loved, innocent child 
 
 Alone in this drear and rugged wild, 
 
 Xo one to love her, and to protect. 
 
 Or from whom she could a ray of comfort get ? 
 
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 From her social position and liig-h birth, 
 He had dragged her down almost to earth, 
 Even now her footsteps gently glide 
 Away from his bed, her grief to hide. 
 
 Had she not caught a heavenly ray 
 From her mother on her dying day, 
 Pointing her upward to the sky 
 Where she would meet her by and by. 
 
 As age grew on apace, tempering his desire, 
 And quenching at its source the fire 
 Of youth, which, like a rushing tide, 
 Urges its victim on in hasty stride. 
 
 So this strange man, in agony and shame 
 Writhed over the dishonor to liis name, 
 A vain ambition lured him to the verge 
 Where avarice ceased not her claim to urge. 
 
 And now death was staring him in the face. 
 With the endless torment of his disgrace. 
 Without the power to make amends, 
 He was driven out from home and friends. 
 
 Her father thinking over in his mind, 
 Seeming at last to grow resigned : 
 Bade them come in manner so brief 
 That it really seemed to be a relief. 
 
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 Seeing what in the event was proved, 
 That by his presence she was moved ; 
 And at the mention of his name 
 A change over her spirit came. 
 
 As he struggles for returning peace, 
 Her filial piety and tenderness increase ; 
 And so increase his reverence and love 
 That angels might look on from above. 
 
 Yet even now every wit was taxed 
 Ere to a smile her features would relax, 
 But even this his love could not disarm, 
 It drew him on and so increased the charm. 
 
 Old Caribou feeling the end must come. 
 And that by penitence heaven might be won, 
 No longer o'er past splendors sighed, 
 But sought the peace of the sanctified. 
 
 Of grasping minions he had been the tool, 
 
 And while aping the excess of fools, 
 
 The demons of his fate each nobler purpose 
 
 dodged, 
 And petted minions sat in state where angels 
 
 might have lodged. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 1 67 
 
 And now before him such visions glide ; 
 The wife who was once his joy and pride, 
 And his splendid mansion was all ablaze 
 With music and light of other days. 
 
 Again whirled on in the ceaseless rounds 
 Where false ambition knows no bounds, 
 Till, as in a glass he saw it was all ; 
 Like a species of madness his senses fall. 
 
 The winter daily growing more severe 
 Offered no hope this old man's heart tt^ cheer, 
 His hardships had so worn upon his frame, 
 That o'er him a childlike weakness came. 
 
 Fever set in : — fearing it might be the end, 
 She sent to Sir Charles as to their only friend ; 
 He found her kneeling at the old man's side, 
 Striving in vain her o'ermastering grief to hide. 
 
 Sir Charles seeing there must be no delay 
 Offered to marry her that very day. 
 And with a noble bearing firm and free 
 Frankly disclosing his identity. 
 
 And motioning her aside, too weak to call, 
 Her father said to her, tell him all. 
 He was president of a San Francisco bank, 
 One of the wealthiest companies extant. 
 
1 68 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Going beyond the laws of life's social walks, 
 Unwisely led to speculate in stocks, 
 And downward, step by step, was foolishly led, 
 Until as a defaulter he had lied. 
 
 Lost his integrity and betrayed his trust, 
 Lured by temptation for the golden dust. 
 The gathering mist had onward rolled 
 Till he was quite enveloped in its folds. 
 
 When forced his infamy there to explain, 
 A sudden trembling seized her frame, 
 Seeing, lie clasped her in a warm embrace 
 Saying the grave would bury the disgrace. 
 
 A missionary in the camp being notified, 
 Straightway the nuptial knot is tied. 
 Her father feeling heaven at last had smiled 
 By bestowing this protector on his child. 
 
 He had not married a dowerless bride, 
 Succeeding revelations verified 
 His treasure bags were filled to excess 
 A¥ith golden nuggets more or less. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 69 
 
 SEQUEL TO THE CARIBON QUEEN. 
 
 Now it seems proper lo relate 
 
 The sequel to Sir Charles's fate, 
 
 How, that finding enough to do in the main, 
 
 He concluded to stay and settle the claim. 
 
 Within the week the old gentleman died, 
 Clinging to the faith of ihe crucified ; 
 They buried him there in a shady dell, 
 And over him a vail of silence fell. 
 
 He built a house where he might reside 
 In comfort with his beautiful bride, 
 She, believing in hinj with her whole soul, 
 Left everything to his control. 
 
 Now we read the miners seeking more gain, 
 Resolved on selling out at the range. 
 A year had passed ere he made the sale, 
 And a little heir was born to " Heathdale." 
 
 We see a life of faith and trust, 
 
 Exert an influence as it must, 
 
 There has never been such rejoicing since, 
 
 As hailed the birth of the little prince. 
 
170 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 As she stood with her beautiful babe in her anui 
 Softened grace enhanced her charms ; 
 An expression, it seems lent IVom above 
 To show the depths of a mother's love. 
 
 Sir Charles hud gone down into the mine 
 To settle things lor the last time, 
 When to their horror and surprise 
 The mine caved in and buried him alive. 
 
 Down so deep under the ground, 
 That his poor body never was found ; 
 Seemed almost too sad to relate. 
 This passage in his mournful fate. 
 
 Now picture the anguish that on her fell, 
 As they go to her and the story tell, 
 Or Saw when the fearful tidings came, 
 The distress and sorrow that shook her frame. 
 
 How terrible to the young wife, 
 
 Crushing out all her hopes of life, 
 
 No longer wishing abroad to roam. 
 
 He had made up his mind to take her home. 
 
 For hope in future there is no room, 
 And all is shroudei ia sadness and gloom, 
 Left in the world friendless and alone, 
 But for this babe, her heart was stone. 
 
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 How many were the hours to memory given, 
 Recalling joys ere now that seemed like heaven ; 
 Now what we read does not seem strange, 
 She with her babe has left the range. 
 
 The agents having got some clue, 
 
 Are out searching the region through, 
 
 For the mother and child, who without fail 
 
 Are the rightful heirs of the^state of "Heathdale." 
 
 KOSSUTH. 
 
 Lo ! on a pilgrimage to our blest land, 
 
 For tlie oppressed, a Kossuth bravely stands, 
 
 A wandering exile o'er life's rough sea ; 
 
 From home and friends and country forced to flee. 
 
 Borne on the heaving billows' surging breast, 
 To freedom's shore, a welcome, honored guest. 
 All hail to thee, thou wise and mighty chief; 
 Noble in all, but greater in thy grief. 
 
172 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Still on thy God, most humbly dost thou wait ; 
 Thy soul unconquered by its mournful fate ; 
 As much superior in thy strength of mind, 
 As the forest tree, that towers above its kind. 
 
 Rising from stern oppression's iron heel, 
 Thy cruel wrongs our people deeply feel. 
 O'er all the earth the mighty evils brood, 
 Which must be counteracted by the good. 
 
 In souls content, ambition finds no home, 
 Driven from the cot^ it lurks behind the throne. 
 Add throne to throne ; extend the vast empire ; 
 Tlie thirst increases with enlarged desire. 
 
 In proof of this, what greater would ye have 
 Than all the mighty masters of the age ? 
 Napoleon, who in his triumphal hour, 
 Stood forth a giant of colossal power. 
 
 At once the pride and glory of all lands ; 
 More conquered yet than conquerors he stands, 
 Since that lone exile to his sea-girt rock, 
 Relieved the nations of a sudden shock. 
 
 Their tired energies have sought repose. 
 Proud of their triumph o'er tlieir haughty foes. 
 And since the fearful menaces have ceased, 
 Wealth and prosperity have much increased. 
 
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 Self-satisfied perhaps, but not forsooth, 
 
 For any love of justice and of truth ; 
 
 But as the fierce tiger coolly licks each wound, 
 
 Ere making- ready for another hound, 
 
 Just so this seeming- quiet all the while, 
 Produced an issue very dark and vile. 
 Portentious is the coming of that night. 
 Whose gathering clouds so much obscure the light. 
 
 While lurid flashes lighten all the sky, 
 Showing the frightful tempest is so nigh. ' 
 While rain, and hail, in fitful gusts rush past, 
 Like maddened furies driven by the blast. 
 
 And muttering thunders growing yet more loud. 
 Discharge the contents of the angry cloud. 
 And when the elemental strife shall cease, 
 A heavenly calm broods o'er ; and all is peace. 
 
 And when at last the blissful change appears, 
 It raises hope, and scatters all our fears. 
 The rich abundance of the soil 
 Amplj^ repays the laborer for his toil. 
 
 Much has been done within the shortest space, 
 Toward -lifting up the fallen of our race. 
 And earnest efforts must be ever made, 
 To raise man's aims to a higher grade. 
 
174 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Wliy so much evil lurks amidst the good, 
 Is easier to be seen than can be understood. 
 While science for her part, no light upon it throws, 
 And genius isn't able the answer to disclose. 
 
 But all the myst'ries which are so concealed, 
 
 In coming time, to us will be revealed, 
 
 In sunshine of God's smile, the truth will then have 
 
 birth ; 
 Wliile knowledge of our Lord shall cover all the 
 
 earth. 
 
 IX MEMOEIAM. 
 [B. F. Alley.] 
 
 It was but a few short days, 
 We scarce had turned about, 
 
 Since last we saw him, 
 Passing in and out. 
 
 Glowing so fair and fresh. 
 With every living grace 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 175 
 
 His soul's best attributes. 
 
 Seen on his speaking face. 
 His grand and noble form, 
 
 His majesty of mien, 
 Commanding reverence 
 
 Wherever he was seen. 
 His seeming strength, 
 
 His firm, elastic tread, 
 To years of usefulness 
 Our teeming fancy led. 
 If life be measured by the amount 
 Of duties entered in account. 
 And strength of purpose to fulfil, 
 In obedience to our Father's will, 
 Then he was standing on safe ground, 
 And always at his post was found 
 Engaged in all that was good and true, 
 Ready his Master's work to do. 
 He must have been one of God's own^ 
 On whom the star of Bethlehem shone 
 A ray divine out from the heavenly zone, 
 By faith illumined on his pathway shone. 
 Leading him on to mansions of the blest, 
 To him who giveth his beloved rest. 
 
176 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 IIEV. DANIEL FILMOBE. 
 
 [By request.] 
 
 Now Mr. Filmore as a, man 
 Impressed me, as no other can ; 
 His words so gentle, kind and trne, 
 Fell from his lips distilled like dew. 
 lie looked like one who unawares 
 Had wrestled on invisible stairs, 
 Or by the touch of angel's wings. 
 Gave evidence of unseen things. 
 
 And ever after, bore the trait 
 Of having seen an angel's face; 
 This inspiration from above 
 Was seen in nameless acts of love. 
 Urging them even to accord, 
 That reverence to his holy word, 
 Who sits like a refiner's fire 
 Purging from every low desire. 
 
 He lived for God, not for a name, 
 And never dreamed of empty fame ; 
 He taught a faith whose crystal r;iy 
 Transmutes the darkness into day. 
 The faith which led the Patriarch on 
 When Abram offered up his son; 
 The faith in which their souls were tried; 
 The faith in which they lived and died. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 77 
 
 JESUS AT THE POOL. 
 
 From o'er Judea's rugged hills, 
 And down its sunny slopes, 
 
 There came the voice of one that thrills 
 And elevates man's hopes. 
 
 Capernaum in thy borders round, 
 What lessons there were taught, 
 
 Within thy very sight and sound, 
 What mighty wonders wrought. 
 
 The waves were stilled at his command. 
 
 While devils onward flee. 
 And just as safely as on land 
 
 He walks upon the sea. 
 
 Then Jesus came unto the pool. 
 Its waters oft so calm and cool. 
 Where by a special act of grace, 
 An angel moved upon its face ; 
 Healing disease of every kind : — 
 The lame, the impotent and blind. 
 Who would its efficacy prove. 
 Must step in when the waters move. 
 
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'jS AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 AX ACROSTIC. 
 
 Let your thoughts ever turn to that 
 
 Final goal, 
 Upward and onward the home 
 
 Of the soul. 
 Each bright aspiration serves but 
 
 To increase 
 Love's shining attendants, Faith, Hope, 
 
 Jo\' and Peace. 
 Like the incense of praise to the fond 
 
 Mother's heart, 
 A glow with a fervor that will 
 
 Never depart ; 
 Giving no room for error or doubt 
 
 On thy part. 
 Each day bears a record of goodness 
 
 And truth, 
 Riclily laden with sheaves, garnered 
 
 Up in thy j'outh. 
 Rich lessons of wisdom, unliolding 
 
 Li love, 
 Your faith looking up to the 
 
 Mansions above. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I 79 
 
 TO SARAH. 
 
 So fair in life's first opening morn, 
 
 A flower thou seemest without a thorn, 
 
 Rapt in its folds, who would suppose 
 
 An opening bud the worm enclosed. 
 
 How cunningly it lies concealed, 
 
 Kindly the sunbeams warmth revealed. 
 
 In vain the tender flowers thou '11 nurse, 
 
 No more it will thrive, but droops to earth. 
 
 Gaily before thee in their pride. 
 
 Mere phantoms of beauty will often glide, 
 
 And flattering smile, if not too late, 
 
 Now think sweet love, of the rosebud's fate. 
 
 How, carelessly flinging in all their worth 
 
 And richness, thy young affections forth, 
 
 Yea, trust not too fondly, nor think it strange, 
 
 Does a passing breath, their fresh hues change. 
 
 Earth's fleeting joys too soon you'll find 
 
 Ne'er satisfied the immortal mind. 
 
l8o AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 3fY ROSE. 
 
 It was a modest plant ; 
 
 It had both sun and shade, 
 No care it seem'd to want 
 
 In the sweet soil, where it laid. 
 A fine and healthy shrub, 
 
 Quite rapidly it grew, 
 All rich in clustering buds, 
 
 And blossoms not a few. 
 
 I said of buds and flowers, 
 
 There surely will be some, 
 To cheer the wintry hours ; 
 
 When brighter ones are gone. 
 Nourished by the fresh dews. 
 
 And the soft, cooling showers, 
 \t promises to outdo 
 
 All the rich snmmer flowers. 
 
 But soon my little plant, 
 
 Sunshine and showers defied ; 
 And while no care it seemed to want, 
 
 Withered away and died. 
 And while I watched each leaf 
 
 And every little shoot, 
 Had nev^er thought that underneath 
 
 A worm was at the root. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. l8l 
 
 And, when I looked about 
 
 This world so bright and fair, 
 What evils might be rooted out 
 
 If each one did their share : 
 By seeking out the hidden germ 
 
 That lurks in secret nooks, 
 And help the unwary ones to learn 
 
 This mischief at the roots. 
 
 Within the haunts of sin and vice, 
 
 What miser}^ and woe, 
 Avoided by the warning voice 
 
 Ere they descend so low. 
 Could they be brought to feel, 
 
 And their downward path to trace, 
 And see that right upon the heel 
 
 Death stares them in the face. 
 
 THE OAK AND THE VINE. 
 
 More than all the rest combined 
 I wondered at those climbing vines, 
 That creeping on from tree to tree 
 Had twined them in, so carelessly. 
 
I 82 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 And not contented yet, we find 
 Had fastened on an aged pine, 
 Ah vainly mayest thou sigh and fret, 
 For thou art fairly taken in my net. 
 
 Then bounding o'er a brave old oak 
 It never a vine or tendril broke, 
 Ah vain thy struggles to be free. 
 Henceforth my prisoner thou must be. 
 
 But here we must not linger long, 
 For still the vine is creeping on, 
 Securely swinging at its ease 
 And rocked by every passing breeze. 
 
 Showing that youth and ageentwin'd 
 Life's rough ascents may safely climb. 
 And meeting oft, shake hands at last, 
 O'er the frightful gulfs that they have passed, 
 
 While rich in fruits they thus recline. 
 The aged oak and youthful vine. 
 The weaker saplings, as they ought 
 Fling out their tendrils for support. 
 
 And vine and limb together droop, 
 So heavily laden with their fruit. 
 Well ripened now, the eye to win 
 And ready to be gathered in. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. I S3 
 
 LOUISE. 
 
 Not quite a year since she had taken 
 The bridal wreath from off her brow, 
 
 Then at its final consummation 
 She breathed the marriage vow. 
 
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 For love and joy had left such traces 
 Of gladness on a brow so fair, 
 
 I doubted not that all the graces 
 Had met in conclave there. 
 
 Leaving such a heavenly impress, 
 On her sweet, angelic face, 
 
 Being in herself loves witness, 
 That time can ne'er efface. 
 
 And I doubted not, the angels 
 Watching o'er her from above, 
 
 iVlust approve the sweet evangel 
 Of such innocence and love. 
 
 It had been her sweet vocation, 
 To care for such dear little ones, 
 
 As engaged the approbation 
 Of Him who bade them come. 
 
1 84 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 So faitlifully she did her part 
 To the little ones enrolled, 
 
 Drawing them gently to her heart 
 With such a sweet control. 
 
 And she, so rich in happiness, 
 With a wealth of love, had come 
 
 To endow with all this tenderness 
 And grace, another's home. 
 
 So endeared by this relation. 
 Of a wife to the one she loved, 
 
 And secure in his affection, 
 Her constancy she proved. 
 
 In the dawning of the morning, 
 Ere she was summoned to depart. 
 
 She did press a tender life bud. 
 Pressed it to her quivering heart. 
 
 Precious babe, the last sweet token, 
 Of a full heart's overflow, 
 
 Ne'er thy name by her be spoken, 
 Ne'er a mother's love to know. 
 
 She had lavished love on others. 
 Soothing them to peaceful rest. 
 
 Now it must be by another, 
 Iler own little one is blest. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 185 
 
 Never to feel the sweet reliance, 
 
 In a mother's love possessed, 
 Never in love's gentle dalliance. 
 
 Will her lips to thine be pressed. 
 
 Never to see the beaming love light, 
 
 Shining in her soft dark eye. 
 When the happy little sprite. 
 
 Springs to papa, standing by. 
 
 say, dear friend, is it not better 
 
 For you to meet her in the home above ? 
 
 Would you the immortal spirit fetter, 
 
 With this frail blossom of an earthly love ? 
 
 No, rather follow on to those bright mansions, 
 The place the Saviour promised to prepare. 
 
 Where seraph-like in glorious expansion, 
 She is waiting to receive you there. 
 
 Farewell, Louise, a light breaks o'er the gloom. 
 An arm of strength has borne thy spirit up, 
 
 Illumining thy pathway to the tomb. 
 
 How else could you have tasted of death's bit- 
 ter cup. 
 
 No gathering mist can ever intervene. 
 
 To dim the brilliance of thy cloudless sky ; 
 
 For up, far up, beyond this earthly scene, 
 Swings ope the pearly gates of paradise. 
 
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1 86 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Thy g^entle voice, whose flute like tones 
 To silence hushed life's fears and strife, 
 
 Makes melody in that blest zone, 
 With saints around the tree of life. 
 
 And as dust to dust is reunited, 
 
 And life and immortality is thine. 
 May this pure ray that was on the altar lig-hted 
 
 Shed its hallowed influence on fond memory's 
 
 ♦ shrine. 
 
 WEEDS. 
 
 These liaes were sugj^ested by reading an article on the peculiari- 
 ty of weeds by Dr. McMillan in the Magazine. 
 
 Say, is it not a very carious tiling 
 
 That from man's toil the weeds do spring 'i 
 
 That which makes it even worse. 
 
 Is that it springs from Adam's curse. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 1 87 
 
 God said to Adam wliile in Parudiso, 
 Because thou hast harkened to thy wife, 
 And instead of listening unto rae, 
 Hast eaten of the forbidden tree. 
 
 Now cursed is the ground all for thy sake, 
 In sorrow of thy bread thou shalt partake, 
 Thorns and thistles it shall bring forth to thee, 
 Because thou hast eaten of the forbidden tree. 
 
 Weeds never have been found on virgin soil, 
 Where with the plough, man does not toil, 
 For it seems where're the ground is broke. 
 The weeds spring forth at every stroke. 
 
 They never seem to be in haste, 
 On the wild uncultivated waste; 
 On the high slopcvS are never seen, 
 Though mosses carpet them with green. 
 
 Where'er you see a rich corn field, 
 The thistle an abundance yields ; 
 Sheep's sorrel is found in the potato-plot 
 And around every barnyard lot. 
 
 And when you plant the garden seed. 
 
 Forth comes the groundsel and chickweed ; 
 
 In vain you'll try the unwelcome gaest to dodge 
 
 They are sure to find a place somewhere to lodge. 
 
1 88 AUTUMN LEAVES. 
 
 Down to the meadow hie for flag or dock 
 For winter hiying up a little stock. 
 The dandelion springs where man resides, 
 Spotting with golden blossoms, the waysides. 
 
 Its light and downy seeds float on the air. 
 Alight and germinating, spring up there ; 
 And ragwort is found in many a spot 
 With heartsease, tansy and burdock, 
 
 Mustard springs up so wild and free, 
 Its spoken of in scripture as a tree. 
 We think of them as troublesome weeds, 
 Forgetting the virtue of their seeds. 
 
 xA.nd if with thistles overgrown. 
 Who would the prickly weeds disown. 
 That has ever seen its downy ball. 
 With milkweed and dried grasses all ; 
 
 Or ever give up the flushy plume 
 That from the dried milkpods exhume. 
 The whip with nine lashes or cat-o'nine-tails, 
 To attract the attention, never fails. 
 
 It might seem folly, so to speak 
 Of Aaron's rod, or the house leek. 
 And if horseradish seems to invite, 
 You may always test it by the bite. 
 
AUTUMN LEAVES. 1 89 
 
 In the Arctic, and Antartic zone, 
 
 Such things as weeds are never known ; 
 
 In Australia or America they were not found, 
 
 Now in abundance they abound. 
 
 For in no case can it be true, 
 That man can nothing find to do ; 
 So long as in the world around, 
 He can cultivate and till the ground. 
 

 
 
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