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 J«^HlBBEJ\T-f!AHE 
 

 A SERIES OF 
 
 POEMS 
 
 BY 
 
 VO; Bibbert-VV)ape. 
 
 TKEXT()N, N. J. 
 
 5-1^72 
 
 1-K.\NK Smith, I'kintkr, 16 K. Stati-; St. 
 
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 Hntert-d accorfliiitj Id act of Congress, in the year iSg,^, 
 
 HY \V. HI1?BHRT-\VAKF., 
 
 Ill tlie office of the I^ibrariaii of Congress, at Washington, I). C. 
 
Preface. 
 
 ^ ND let this be a word tor thee, little book, by 
 
 ^^^ one who wrote thee not, but yet does wish thee 
 
 well. Among the multitude 'of thy fellows, find a 
 
 place in some poetic heart, which, ever seeking, may 
 
 draw a goodly inspiration. Find a fair corner by the 
 
 fireside; for there, amid the flickering shadows, thou, 
 
 too, mayst burn with fire, warming the soul within as 
 
 the flame does the body without. Live on, into the 
 
 vears, to breathe a spirit of present hopes and future 
 
 realizations. Carry to those whom thou mayst meet. 
 
 well wishing, peace and content, such as thou hast 
 
 given to thv friends who see thee 3'oung and full of 
 
 promise. 
 
 FR.A.NCIS B. Lee. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
yiriae and Vice. 
 
 rrl HE sombre twilight shades were creeping on, 
 
 I The spiral heights with paleness were o'ercast 
 Upon horizon's shore the western waves 
 Flashed back the setting sun's effulgent rays ; 
 The moon rose o'er the great cathredral dome 
 And all the stars held serenade above. 
 'Twas hoh- hour, when silent spirits roamed, 
 When jocund day was lost in mystic calm ! 
 Blest time, when goodness should alone be queen 
 And virtue in unsullied garments reign ; 
 When vice should keep its portals closed to all, 
 Yea, hide its face abashed before the world. 
 
 Upon a couch, "neath humble cottage roof, 
 Virtue reclined, unmindful of the sins 
 That then were dragging thousands to despair. 
 In honor's garb she nightly robed herself. 
 While angels rocked her virgin-soul to sleep 
 And spread their silver pinions round her form, 
 Enraptured by her fadeless beauty-face ! 
 By day she wandered on in sinless paths, 
 Untrod by sinful feet of sinning men. 
 No heart was purer and no mind more free 
 
8 GOIvDEN RODS. 
 
 Than that of this fair uiaid unseared, unstained ! 
 
 Her spotlcssuess did blush at impure deeds 
 
 And taught mankind to well respect her sex. 
 
 Her virtues did ascend as incense pure 
 
 While she held liol\- intercouse with God. 
 
 The lilies drooped their heads when she passed by 
 
 And roses caught the flush from her red cheeks ; 
 
 While nettles lost their sting beneath her touch 
 
 And serpents slunk away from her soft tread. 
 
 The world was young and beautiful to her, 
 
 Who knew no tears save those of joy and love I 
 
 The very doves did coo above her head, 
 
 O'ercrowned with golden tresses, ringlets fair. 
 
 The brooks and rivulets did babble forth 
 
 Their morning welcome and their evening psalm. 
 
 As she collected pebbles by the way. 
 
 God kept her as the apple of his eye ; 
 
 For without her, goodness would lose its poise 
 
 And all the earth jar with the clang of sin. 
 
 I'pon a damask lounge, 'neath palace dome, 
 
 ViCK lay, and all his monstrous mien was stamped 
 
 With sin and misery and wasted youth. 
 
 Unmindful of the happiness that ruled 
 
 O'er X'irlue's followers, he blindly slept. 
 
 In Satan's unkempt, sin-stained garment drest. 
 
 His burning brow was lined with furrows deep — 
 
GOI,DRN RODS. 
 
 Death lent the ploughshare, lust the work performed- 
 And sunken orbs revealed their maddened glare, 
 While fiendish and sepulchral sounds gasped forth, 
 Enough to freeze the ghostl}^ forms of those 
 Who swell the saddest dirge of direst Hell ! 
 Upon the floor was strewn the broken glass 
 That, in his drunken furj', he had dashed 
 With a vile oath against the mirror bright ; 
 And the red wine had stained his coverlet, 
 As if the hand of Death had robbed his heart- 
 Sure sign that vice doth leave its mark behind. 
 E'en though it be in palace of the rich. 
 Some day when Reapers, with their sickles keen, 
 Commence to bind the golden sheaves of corn 
 And winnow forth the chaiT and garbage vile. 
 No shock of wheat they'll find, but stubble dry. 
 Rude tares, rank weeds, enough to raise a pyre 
 Which, when 'tis kindled, shall leave nought but dross ; 
 No gold no gains but bitter, galling tears ! 
 
 Thus X'iRTPK binds the soul of man to God 
 
 And sounds the clarion of victorv ! 
 
 While ViCR doth forge strong chains to keep us down 
 
 Until we rattle manacles in Hell ! 
 
lome BeHer part of j^afure. 
 
 rplHOSE dormant sensibilities, that lie 
 
 I Deep down within the heart's pathetic well, 
 Watered with tears and pruned by little pangs, 
 
 Some day will blossom and with goodness swell ! 
 
 'Neath blackest heart, choked by depravity, 
 There lies the tenderest chord susceptible, 
 
 Which, if but reached and gently exercised, 
 
 Will ope the flood-gates of the heart's deep well ! 
 
 I care not if the heart be e'er so hard. 
 
 The soul be e'er so far depraved or bad. 
 
 There lies some quantity of sense that's good, 
 vSome tender spot that's full of pathos sad ! 
 
 Of every tear that flows adown the cheek, 
 
 Of every pang that rends the human heart. 
 
 There comes an after-melting influence. 
 That ushers into life some better part ! 
 
J^GWrnan's ^^mn. 
 
 1 KNELT before the chancel of a vast cathedral 
 oldeu, 
 And through the window streamed bright rays of sun- 
 set grand and golden ; 
 And as I clasped uiy hands in prayer, from the great 
 
 organ's sacred shrine 
 Came the voice of a girl that touched my soul, as she 
 sang a song divine ! 
 
 ■ Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom ; lead 
 
 thou me on ' ' — 
 This was the song the maiden sang, a song that I 
 
 dwelt upon. 
 Sweeter and sweeter the echo rang through the blest 
 
 cathedral shrine. 
 The echoing voice of that minstrel fair, as she sang a 
 
 song divine ! 
 
 'Tis many years since I heard those words that changed 
 
 my woe to weal, 
 And heard the singer singing to the grand organ's 
 
 swelling peal. 
 But when I join the sacred choir, I'll ask for the fair 
 
 minstrel's shrine, 
 To tell her the change she wrought in me by singing 
 
 that song divine ! 
 
oAn ©de to bo\)e. 
 
 O PREAD, gentle Love, thy influence fore'er ; 
 V^ Live nobly on and let them love, who dare 
 Whate'er the troth thon plightest, plight it well, 
 And thus enthrall nie by thy magic spell. 
 Thy sceptre sways as queen and lord of all, 
 While we, thy vassals, throng thy mystic hall. 
 Oft, infant-like, upon thy wooing breast. 
 The heavy heart and fevered brow find rest ; 
 For thou art heaven-born and heaven's dower. 
 Enchanting all who own thy melting power. 
 Thou art man's conqueror ! Ride gaily on ! 
 Thou hast no compeer and no paragon ! 
 Fill up the golden chalice, pure and clear. 
 That we ma}' sip th}' milk-white nectar here, 
 As we sit round thy festive board to-night. 
 .\dd thou love's lustre to these orbs of light ; 
 Drink in each fond desire that fires the eye ; 
 Feel thou each pulse or bosom heaving high. 
 List to my throbs, that tell how fond I yearn 
 For my fair one, and be not slow to learn. 
 Tell her, in accents sweet, my fervent love ; 
 Attune her silent tongue, thou cooing dove ! 
 Go, bring a nuptial niessage to this ear. 
 And crown with wedlock joys the union dear ; 
 Thus shall another vassal own thv sway. 
 And Hymen celebrate the festal dav ! 
 
1^\}Q MocRin^ Bird. 
 
 I'^OWN ill a verdant vallc}-, where the purest lilies 
 •'-^ grow, 
 
 With running, rippling rills, in sweet, melodious flow. 
 Where buttercups and daisies 'niid golden rods entwine. 
 And catch the whisp'ring winds as the}- rustle leaf and 
 vine ; 
 
 Down in this verdant valley I sought a shady place, 
 Ere Phoebus and his chariot had run the western race, 
 Reposed I there enchanted, till floral hill and dale 
 Were flooded with a ruby flush, that floated o'er the 
 vale ! 
 
 'Twas there I heard the anthem the mocking l)ird did 
 sing. 
 
 As from its lungs, full-throated, a melody would ring ; 
 
 And through the vale, o'er hill and plain, until twi- 
 light's calm, 
 
 Well borne upon the balmy breeze, I heard this song- 
 ster's psalm ! 
 
^l7G eAufumn of bife. 
 
 f .CjHEN childhood and youth shall vanish for a3'e, 
 V V And age takes their gladsome shrine ; 
 When dies the fair flush, that so beautifully lay 
 
 On our cheek in manhood's prime ; 
 When joys are all gone, no more to return ; 
 
 When the charms that endeared life have fled — 
 I'or Heaven we long, for Heaven we yearn ; 
 
 Yea, we sigh to lie down with the Dead ! 
 
 When chords that were strung and tuned by Love's bow 
 
 Have snapped through Time's usage rough ; 
 When the soul is bowed down with the weight of its woe, 
 
 And grief has tried us enough ; 
 When dear dream-faces we've loved and long missed 
 
 Shall once more appear and bid us to come ; 
 When the pulse is stilled and by Death we're kissed — 
 
 Then we silently pass to our home ! 
 
 We fade and we droop away as a leaf. 
 
 When comes the Autumn of Life ! 
 And our way may seem sad, but our time is too brief 
 
 On earth to notice each strife. 
 Our sun will fast set, no more to arise — 
 
 We've each made a foe, we've each lost a friend — 
 Life's sunlight will fade away from our eyes. 
 
 And we'll grope darkly on to the end ! 
 
GiGrniiy. 
 
 rrl HE stars still shine with radiant glow 
 I Throughout the ever circling years, 
 And countless worlds on worlds, I trow, 
 Are rolling in predestined spheres. 
 
 The seasons come and go at will 
 
 Of Him who rules the human race. 
 
 And suns and moons are shedding still 
 
 A glorious light through boundless space. 
 
 The thronging mass of souls divine 
 
 That take their flight to some vast bourne, 
 
 Still swell the ranks that stand in line 
 And wait the Resurrection morn ! 
 
 Thus Death is but the usher dark 
 
 That makes an end of painful strife ; 
 
 God gave to man his vital spark 
 
 And bade it live beyond this life. 
 
 It lives, therefore, through endless time, 
 
 The ceaseless life that springs from dcatli ; 
 
 .A.nd funeral dirge is joyful chime, 
 
 That tells of life's fresh-given breath. 
 
l6 GOI.DEN RODS. 
 
 A bulb found In the lifeless hand 
 Of an Egyptian mummy old, 
 
 Was planted in a sunny land 
 
 And beauteous blossoms did unfold. 
 
 Come, Plato, visit me awhile ; 
 
 Bring with thee skull and butterfly ; 
 And tell me by what ghostly wile 
 
 Thoii'st learned the Truth, men call a lie- 
 
 The Truth of Immortality ; 
 
 That Death is lost in Life again ! 
 And teach me the philosophy 
 
 Tliou'st taught upon the (rrecian main. 
 
6arfl7's Vernal DaWn. 
 
 •V TOW is earth's fairest morn, and Aurora, 
 I ^ The queenly goddess of the roseate dawn. 
 Enrobed in silver beaut)-, like the moon. 
 Steps forth, and with her ruby finger-tips. 
 Rolls back the sombre curtain of the night. 
 Revealing Twilight's meek and gentle face ! 
 Now Phcebus wakes, refreshed with balnn- sleep. 
 Greeting the morning Star-queen with a smile 
 And gilding all horizon's purple plain 
 With aureolas «nd chariots of fire ! 
 Starts he again on his diurnal race. 
 Till, weary of his march, he reins his steeds, 
 Hids us good-night, then sinks into the west. 
 
 But, hark ! what dulcet chorus fills the air? 
 'Tis Nature's merry songsters that unite 
 In cheering welcome to propitious Spring ! 
 The grottoes and the meadows, woods and dells 
 Peal with the blithesome laughter of the nymphs, 
 And fountains, rivers, lakes and streams are graced 
 With fairy forms of naiad goddesses. 
 The dancing billows of the boundless sea 
 A merry ripple make and keep in tune 
 
l8 GOl,T)EN RODS. 
 
 With ocean's mighty anthem, as it rolls 
 
 In deafening plunge upon the pebbled shore. 
 
 Now great Poseidon keeps his holiday, 
 
 And, trident in his hand, he calms all storms. 
 
 O, softly moaning zephyrs, that inhale 
 
 The aromatic odors of the flowers 
 
 And waft them over meadowland and vale. 
 
 O'er hill and hillock, making this glad world 
 
 One bright and blessed bower, one wedding realm, 
 
 Wherein mankind can trace His glorious hand 
 
 And therein read the wholesome truth divine ! — 
 
 That, as in springtime we behold Earth break 
 
 From wintry thraldom and in beauty bud, 
 
 So we shall one day quit enthralling shades 
 
 And greet eternal springday from on high ! 
 
^a+ure's Mirror. 
 
 rn HOU peaceful, placid lake, that silent rests ; 
 I Sweet image of that lasting lull which broods 
 fore'er 
 O'er those Elysian fields bereft of sin and care. 
 Which Time cannot impair. 
 
 Thou glassy image of Eternity ! 
 Our sinful forms are oft reflected on thy face, 
 Like deeds of evil on the conscience stricken race. 
 Which Time cannot displace. 
 
 Thy waves are like the troubled, surging mass 
 Of human souls, whenever lashed by stormy wind, 
 Who roll and toss against a Providence unkind. 
 Because they're inly blind. 
 
 Thy face did once reflect thy Maker's form ; 
 
 When He did tread thy billowy deep, thou hushed tin- 
 roar ; 
 
 And thy wild waves did gently blush, to think they 
 bore 
 
 A sinless soul to shore ! 
 
W\}Qr\ en|land Makes ^Amends. 
 
 PAR away, across the ocean, 
 Girded by the deep blue sea ; 
 Througed by souls of true devotion, 
 
 I/ies an isle, as fair can be ! 
 There, sad hearts are ever longing 
 
 For the warmth of freedom's rays ; 
 And fond memories ceaseless thronging, 
 Of the pride of other days ! 
 
 From among each moss-grown ruin 
 
 Strewn along her emerald shore, 
 Comes a smile upon old Erin, 
 
 As the moonbeams linger o'er ! 
 Though her harp seems dead forever. 
 
 Stained with rust of bitter tears ; 
 Though the foe its chords dissever. 
 
 Love for native land adheres ! 
 
 O those flames of anguish burning 
 
 'Gainst a tyrant's cruel force ; 
 O those tears of grief and yearning 
 
 Down her pallid cheeks that course ! 
 
GOLDEN RODS. 
 
 Hilt, methinks, I see her smiling, 
 
 When old England makes amends 
 F"or the wrongs, the crnel reviling, 
 'Gainst which Erin now contends ! 
 
 Dawns a fnture that shall brighten 
 
 As the circling ^-ears roll by ; 
 When each heavy heart shall lighten 
 
 And the captive cease his cry. 
 Hark to harps now softly blending, 
 
 As in Celtic days of yore ; 
 See ! a golden age nnending 
 
 Casts its splendor on her shore ! 
 
^Wili|l?t. 
 
 JTlHERE is a calming influence at Twilight gra}-, 
 I When Sol has gently kissed the western sky ; 
 There is a touching pathos in the close of day ; 
 Labor is o'er and rest, sweet rest, is nigh ! 
 
 Tliere is a happy quietness that's sweetly rife ; 
 
 A sacred hush that stills the turbid swell 
 Of the unruly day — so fraught with busy strife — 
 
 And quells all niurnuirs by its magic spell. 
 
 And there are kindly virtues that bestir the mind 
 And melt the heart, in moments such as this ; 
 
 And steeled must he the breast and sadly unrefined 
 The soul, unnios^ed by Twilight's hour of bliss ! 
 
 'Tis thus, my soul with sweetest thoughts has oft been 
 filled ; 
 
 And I have loved the hour when I have stood 
 And watched the setting sun's last rays of glory gild 
 
 The russet leaves that strewed the Autumn wood ! 
 
 At such an honr I oft have heard the nightingale. 
 Sheltered in sylvan shade, her anthem sing ; 
 
 And I have wandered slowly on through dell and dale. 
 In love with Nature and with Nature's King ! 
 
bife's ®TQdi\ pu+ure. 
 
 /^OULD we but rend the ominous clouds 
 \ That round our pathway lower ; 
 Could we but read the tale that's writ, 
 
 In life's uncertain hour, 
 We should be none the happier 
 
 By knowing what's in store. 
 For we should worry how to meet 
 
 Fresh troubles at our door. 
 
 Could we but stand on some high mount, 
 
 As Moses did of yore, 
 And range o'er all the paths of life 
 
 The future has in store, 
 We never should desire to stoop 
 
 To earth's inferior plain ; 
 For, knowing what was thus in store, 
 
 W^e always should complain. 
 
 And if the eternal hand should draw 
 
 Aside the curtain frail, 
 Revealing to our sight the woe 
 
 In life's most tearful vale, 
 
24 (VOr.DEN RODS. 
 
 \Vc then should know the reason why 
 The Saviour's heart did melt ; 
 
 Wc then should feel with greater depth 
 The sorrows that He felt ! 
 
 He wept o'er Judah's capital. 
 
 He wept for Zion's gloom, 
 Because His great, eternal mind 
 
 Foresaw a nation's doom ; 
 His eyes surveyed with visual jjovver, 
 
 Throughout all coming time, 
 And viewed the direful Jewish curse 
 
 That came on Calvary's crime. 
 
 And so, (yod wills we shall not rend 
 
 The veil that hides from view 
 The future evil and the good 
 
 That loometh up anew ; 
 It would not do to thus reveal 
 The curtained mysteries. 
 Those archives of the upper spheres, 
 Time's fateful histories. 
 
W\iQn \\iQ Da^ Breafo. 
 
 O UNRISE and vernal morn, 
 ^-^ And one clear, choral chant ; 
 And may there be no bitter, mournful sigh 
 When I am called to die ! 
 
 Sunset and vesper hymn, 
 And then comes Eventide ; 
 And may there be no Vjroken hearts to bind 
 Of those I leave behind ! 
 
 Midnight and vigil hour, 
 And then comes balmy sleep ; 
 And may the angels ring their vesper chime 
 When I shall leave this clime ! 
 
 Angels and spirits blest, 
 And then comes Paradise ; 
 
 And maj- we join the throng, both you and I, 
 When we are called to die ! 
 
^0 a Dau^l^fer of Venus. 
 
 Do you think that I value little and light 
 A woman's constancy true ? 
 Do you think that I'd take a careless delight 
 
 In the love that's apparent in you ? 
 If you do, you sadly mis-read my heart 
 
 And under-value its worth ; 
 For the love I profess is a counterpart 
 And an earnest of Love in its birth ! 
 
 Ho you think I estimate low and poor 
 
 The kiss you implanted fond ? 
 Do you think I laughed in my sleeve at your door 
 
 When Love's token cemented the bond ? 
 Remember, my love, that life is too short. 
 
 Too short to harbor thought ill ; 
 But one favor I ask— it cannot be bought 
 
 And maybe you can never fulfill — 
 
 Yes, I only ask you one day to unfold 
 
 A constant, enduring love ! 
 I only repeat the sweet story oft told 
 
 By the angels of Heaven above ! 
 'Tis a story pictured in Eden's prime, 
 
 A " Tale of Love " in its birth, 
 'Twixt a woman and man, ere Sin touched this 
 clime 
 
 And brought sadness and woe on the earth. 
 
^l7e §>\\^ev billing. 
 
 r iCjHAT though the darkness gathers 
 
 And billows roar and roll ; 
 What though our life's a burden ? 
 Hope shineth over all ! 
 
 What though unkindness maketh 
 
 The face oft sad and wet 
 With nature's dewy teardrops? 
 
 There's balm in Gilead yet ! 
 
 What though the tongue of slander 
 Would rob us of all good? 
 
 There is the gentle whisper 
 
 Of conscience that doth brood ! 
 
 What though some evil spirit 
 
 Would steal from us our rest ? 
 
 There still is peace in Heaven 
 If we but do our best ! 
 
 What though the world's against us 
 When we uphold the right ? 
 
 Wrong will not triumph ever ; 
 The good will come to light ! 
 
(f^\}Q Ia)ri|f]f pafure. 
 
 < ,QHEN lowering clouds of Provideuce, 
 ^^ That seem to us unkind, 
 vShall vanish from our feeble sense, 
 
 Leaving no trace behind ; 
 The weary hours, with trials fraught, 
 
 The tears we shed in vain. 
 Shall be forgot in sweetest thought — 
 
 Banished all bitter pain ! 
 
 As waves that die along the strand. 
 
 Die with a soft cadence. 
 Rolling upon the golden sand 
 
 With lulling, pleasing sense ; 
 So shall each dark vicissitude 
 
 Of our eventful life 
 Fade in the Day of Rectitude — 
 
 Ended all earthly strife ! 
 
 As summer clouds that swiftly flee 
 Towards some unknown sphere, 
 
 Reflecting in the deep blue sea 
 Their snowy image mere ; 
 
GOI^DEN RODS. 2y 
 
 So Life's dark storms shall quickly pass 
 
 When dawns the endless day, 
 Reflecting in Time's ancient glass 
 
 Lining of silver ray ! 
 
 As shines Aurora's ruby light 
 
 When day begins to break ! 
 As flee the shadows of the night 
 
 When Phoebus doth awake ! 
 So gleam the gates of Paradise, 
 
 When heavenly life doth dawn ; 
 So dies each doubt, each sad surmise. 
 
 Upon that endless morn ! 
 
lf^\}Q baffice. 
 
 I STOOD at the open lattice, 
 And the sun's declining rays 
 Fell brightly on the palace, 
 
 The home of my childhood days ! 
 
 The clouds with their snowy fleeces 
 Drifted quickly out of sight ; 
 
 The air was fanned with breezes ; 
 The west was a flood of light. 
 
 The river had caught the splendor 
 From the palace walls at last, 
 
 And shone with crimson gi andeur 
 As swiftly it glided past. 
 
 It borrowed some silver wavelets 
 From the glory in the west ; 
 
 And many golden ringlets 
 
 Oft danced on its heaving breast. 
 
 The dell and the dale were ringing 
 With the carol of the birds. 
 
 And bells were sweelly tinkling 
 
 As homeward returned the herds. 
 
 I thought not of pleasure dying. 
 
 And I dreamt not then of j-ears. 
 
 When singing would be sighing. 
 And laughter a flood of tears ! 
 
GOLDEN RODS. T,l 
 
 And how often have I pondered 
 Ou that happy evening scene, 
 
 When not a sorrow burdened, 
 And never a grief, I ween. 
 
 I stand again at that lattice, 
 
 And the sun's declining rays 
 Fall softer on the palace. 
 
 An earnest of better days. 
 
 The clouds with their snowy fleeces 
 
 Seem to bear my grief away ; 
 I hear a song in the breezes. 
 
 That speaks of a brighter day ! 
 
 And the river still is flowing 
 
 Calm and limpid as of old. 
 The sunset still is glowing 
 
 With ra\'s of silver and gold. 
 
 And as long as life hath gloaming, 
 And as long as life hath tears. 
 
 The vision of that evening 
 
 Shall imparadise my years ! 
 
^f]G basf bon^ Sleep. 
 
 rn IME'S bitter tears we sow, 
 I Sow iu full joy to reap ; 
 Reap peace in place of woe, 
 
 When comes the last long sleep ! 
 Life's but a dream at best ; 
 
 A riddle still unread, 
 And we shall gain no perfect rest, 
 
 Till in that dreamless bed ! 
 
 We die to live again, 
 
 Live nevermore to die ! 
 Freed from each smarting pain 
 
 And every bitter sigh. 
 We shall ascend above 
 
 With perfect sense and sight ; 
 Responsive to our Father's love 
 
 And bathed iu purer light ! 
 
 We sleep to wake one morn, 
 
 Wake nevermore to sleep ! 
 When the Eternal Dawn 
 
 The harvest great shall reap. 
 Myriads shall line Time's strand 
 
 In garb immortal drest ; 
 Some for the dark Plutonian land, 
 
 Some for the shores of Rest ! 
 
(;yn+l7ia. 
 
 ^YNTHIA, fair virgin of the night, 
 \^ Stepped forth wtth courtly train 
 Of stellar galaxies most bright, 
 That ranged o'er Juno's plain. 
 
 She cast upon each glittering star 
 A pale and queenly smile, 
 
 And shed her silvery beams afar 
 Adowu the nebulous aisle. 
 
 She peered with pale, enchanting face 
 Through ivy-clustered nook ; 
 
 And at the pauper's burial place 
 She gave a pitying look ! 
 
 Upon the churchyard graves beneath 
 
 She cast a ghostly ray ; 
 And paused awhile o'er floral wreath, 
 
 That on some tombstone lay ! 
 
 She oft admired her imagery, 
 Mirrored in ocean caves ; 
 
 She held a midnight revelr\' 
 
 And wavered with the waves. 
 
 And ever as the planets roll 
 
 In glittering parade, 
 This virgin queen doth nightly stroll 
 
 Midst starlit serenade. 
 
§)i ValGntine! 
 
 UNLATCH the door which encloses, 
 Love's sprite this Valentine's day ! 
 How 1 wonder whether the roses 
 
 Of Cupid nn^ thoughts will betray. 
 That flush of a fadeless beauty, 
 
 That reddens the cheek of youth, 
 When the lover fulfilleth his duty 
 
 Bv a heartfelt confession of truth ! 
 
 Unlock the door of Love's palace ! 
 
 Shut up the prison of woe. 
 How I wonder whether the chalice 
 
 Of Hymen with nectar will flow ? 
 Let lips of a ruby brilliance 
 
 Drink in the whispers of Love ; 
 And troths be plighted by milliuiis 
 
 On the earth as in Heaven above ! 
 
 Saint Valentine I giver of pleasure ! 
 
 Open Love's portal to-day, 
 And O ! take nie captive at leisure ; 
 
 Thy tryst let nie ever obey. 
 Let thrills of the purest emotion 
 
 My high-heaving bosom pulsate ; 
 Let my heart-beats prove mj' devotion 
 
 And my lover their language translate I 
 
PATRIOTIC. 
 
(;olumbas. 
 
 ©RULER of the earth and sky and sea ! 
 As 3'et no signs of land — and trouble weighs 
 Upon my spirits like a heavy cloud 
 That threatens soon to burst in mighty force 
 And, like a rushing torrent, sweep me on, 
 To split upon the rocks of ill-sticcess. 
 The world is all against me, and the kings 
 And princes of this earth now laugh to scorn 
 My fond ambition. Yea, all potentates 
 Save one — O, King of Heaven — Thou alone 
 Doth smile upon my fainting soul and bidst 
 Me trust in Thy strong arm, to make a way 
 For me in ocean's pathless realm of blue. 
 O, Lord of Hosts ! Thou, in Thy word, hast tauglit 
 That dire extremity in darkest hour 
 Is time for opportunity of God ! 
 ' Master, carest Thou not that we perish ? ' 
 Seems borne upon the chillj' air to-night, 
 As echo of a faithless, raging crew. 
 But Thou, O, Christ, canst dissipate all storms. 
 As Thou once didst on waves of Gallilee ! " 
 
 Such was the conflict that took place within 
 The soul of that brave mariner of fame. 
 You know the rest — how mists were lifted from 
 The water's face, where blue Atlantic roars 
 
K COI^DEN RODS. 
 
 Its everlasting syinphouy sublime, 
 
 And surges plunge upon this Western strand ; 
 
 How he Columbus, who through sleepless night 
 
 Lay supplicating at the Throne on high, 
 
 Next morn with conquest wreathed around his brow 
 
 Stood proudly listening with majestic grace 
 
 To the remorseful pleas of shame-faced men — 
 
 An humbled crew that crouching, yet rejoiced, 
 
 Begged at his feet for pardon from his lips. 
 
 You know the end of that eventful search 
 Across the trackless main of billows fierce ; 
 How laud was reached, aye, watered and bedewed 
 With tears of joy and gratitude to Him 
 For all His mercies in the darksome days ! 
 
 Thy royal banner, Lord, the holy cross. 
 Soon floated in its glory to the breeze ; 
 And since that morn Columbia has grown 
 To grand repute 'mong nations of the earth. 
 Peerless and incomparable she lies 
 Upon the sea just like a fairy realm. 
 In verdure clad and jewelled o'er by Thee 
 With splendors, which no other land can boast. 
 
 Columbia ! we love thy l)lissful shore ! 
 Our fathers fought for thee, and stars and stripes 
 Shall wave o'er stately dome and cottage roof ! 
 And long as Time shall last and tides shall flow, 
 We'll praise Columbus and extol his fame ! 
 
C/9es+Ward, \\q\ 
 
 Jt NIGHT of anguish and distress had fled — 
 ^-^^ That morn Columbus sighted land ahead ! 
 The mists were quick absorbed by solar ray 
 That kissed the billows and their dancing spray. 
 The curtain lifted — lo ! a realm of light 
 Now bursts upon each sailor's ravished sight ! 
 Just like a fairy isle, behold her rise 
 From out the sea ; a star from out the skies ; 
 A sparkling jewel from His crown let fall, 
 Its dazzling lustre far outshining all ! 
 Such was the dawn of this great Western strand, 
 So fair and famed, surpassing every land ! 
 E'er since that morn — four hundred years ago — 
 She's been a faithful friend, a fearless foe ; 
 Upholding right, compelling wrong to kneel. 
 To bend the knee subservient to weal. 
 Unfurl her proud banner, long may it wave 
 O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! 
 
§)l7erman— In Memoriam. 
 
 1 ONG as the sad sea waves 
 k^ Roll on Columbia's shore ; 
 Long as the blue Atlantic laves 
 
 With music in its roar; 
 Long as the Oregon 
 
 Rolls in her fullest pride ; 
 Thy fame, like that of Washington, 
 
 Shall evermore abide. 
 
 Long as Columbia's sons 
 
 Enjoy fair Freedom's sway ; 
 Long as the Mississippi runs 
 
 Her unimpeded way ; 
 Long as sweet Memory 
 
 Holds fast her ancient throne ; 
 So long thy martial bravery 
 
 Shall speak, from zone to zone. 
 
 Though monuments decay 
 
 With ravages of time; 
 And dynasties e'en pass away, 
 
 Yet, in this Western clime. 
 In lowly cottages 
 
 And palaces of pride, 
 Far into the unseen ages, 
 
 Thy name shall e'er abide ! 
 
l£)ibGr+\;'s Siaiue! 
 
 f T AIL Goddess, Queen of Liberty- ! 
 T '^ Thou bright, hicernal light ; 
 Emblem of truth aud equity, 
 
 Upholding Freedom's right. 
 Thy womanly, majestic form 
 
 O'ershades our harbor well. 
 And weathers each tempestuous storm 
 With lulling, magic spell. 
 
 The merchant vessels outward bound, 
 
 Toward some foreign shore, 
 vSalute thee as they dip their prow 
 
 And thank thee for thy store. 
 And ships incoming every day — 
 
 With homesick hearts, I ween — 
 Baptize thee with their dashing spray 
 
 And name thee Freedom's queen ! 
 
 Thou guardest well and gallantly 
 Our harbor's grand highway ; 
 
 Thou posest fair and gracefully 
 
 While round thee billows pluy. 
 
42 GOr^DRN RODS. 
 
 No sun e'er sets that doth not gild 
 Thy calm, expansive brow ; 
 
 No twinkling star that hath not smiled 
 On thee with heavenly glow ! 
 
 And long as New York harbor laves 
 
 Thy feet with briny tears ; 
 And long as vessels plough the waves, 
 
 L,ong as the rolling years — 
 Thy form shall stand as silent guard 
 
 To keep our page unstained, 
 Our flag unsullied and unmarred 
 
 When other flags have waned ! 
 
Idg! Os {+aOe Peace. 
 
 rplHE tents have silently drifted away, 
 I Like the clonds on a summer day ; 
 And Peace has dropped her olive spray 
 On the scene of our Civil fray ! 
 Now clamor and struggle is over, for aye, 
 
 'Twixt the Blue and the Gray — 
 Let them each forgive and forget ! 
 
 The sword is sheathed in its scabbard again, 
 
 Hiding gladly its bloody stain ; 
 
 The bugler's horn aside is lain. 
 
 And the guns, that ushered in pain. 
 
 Are silent with grief, for the men that were slain 
 
 Of the Blue and the Gray- 
 Let them each forgive and forget ! 
 
 The tents have silently waned from sight ; 
 
 But there lives in this land of light, 
 
 The reumant of that martial fight — 
 
 The battle-scarred on Fame's great height — 
 
 And rest is well earned, when cometh the niglil. 
 
 For the Blue and the Gray — 
 Let them each forgive and forget ! 
 
fpl7G )<afion's Idol. 
 
 I.SAW him start on his glorious inarch — 
 A march adorned by no triumphal arch — 
 I saw him step to music's martial strain, 
 Fearless of foe he passed through Georgia's main- 
 'Twas Sherman ! 
 
 I saw him deal the great decisive blow 
 Which laid the cohorts of the rebels low ; 
 His voice was firm, his eye was keen and bright ; 
 Nothing could daunt him in the fiercest fight — 
 'Twas Sherman ! 
 
 He marched two thousand miles or more to save 
 The I'nion ; to free the wretched slave ; 
 To help our Lincoln in his darkest hour ; 
 Hravest of brave, he crushed the rel)el power — 
 'Twas Sherman ! 
 
 (), soldier brave ! thou need'st no monument. 
 No storied urn ; thy life, so nobly spent, 
 Is worthier than monnniential fame 
 Or elevated bust, to tell thy name — 
 O Sherman ! 
 
^ren+on ISat+le Monumenf. 
 
 I ONG as the Delaware shall glide, 
 "^ With grace her 'customed waj' ; 
 I^ong as the moon shall swav the tide 
 
 And gild its dancing spray, 
 So long. New Jersey's sons, I wccn, 
 
 Shall hold in mcmor}-, — 
 And Trenton's Monument keej) green,— 
 
 Our martial victory 1 
 
 Long as the sunlit splendor falls 
 
 On i)alaces and domes ; 
 Long as Columbia's nuirblc halls 
 
 rroclaiin her wealthy homes, 
 So long the Stars and Stripes shall wave 
 
 O'er all this ])leasant land ; 
 For all are free — there is no slave — 
 
 Upon Columbia's strand ! 
 
 Long as one gallant heart shall burn 
 
 With patriotic flame ; 
 Long as our rising children learn 
 
 George Washington's fair fame. 
 
46 COI.DRN RODS. 
 
 So long the lamp of liberty 
 
 Shall burn as beacon light, 
 
 So guide us on to victory 
 In everv martial fight ! 
 
 We dedicate this nionurient, 
 
 Memorial of our fame, 
 In honor of the lives once spent 
 
 To save our country's name ! 
 (), Lord of Hosts, we here invoke 
 
 Thy blessing in this cause, 
 l'*or Thou didst loose a tyrant's yoke 
 
 And gave us freer laws. 
 
(\^\}Q Battle pield of (§ett\;sbar^. 
 
 O TAY ! just look ^-onder ! where tlie solemn veil 
 ^-^ Of awful mystery' shrouds with sorrow pale 
 The battle field of Gettysburg's last fray, 
 Which tells how well they fought — the Blue and (irav 
 
 There ! martial myriads in lone grandeur lie, 
 Lulled by the requiem of the winds that sigh ! 
 'Twas there they fell beneath the belching smoke 
 Of cannon cruel ! Many the hearts that broke, 
 And many, too. the sorrows that did swell 
 The gory wave, which rose and fiercely fell 
 Upon our Sons ! Many the groans and sighs 
 Which through that awful carnage then did rise ! 
 
 And in some humble, wayside cottage lone, 
 Was heard the widow's agonizing groan ! 
 And oft some anxious mother's face would gaze 
 With tearful eyes ! One trembling hand would raise 
 And point towards some awful barrack door, • 
 From which her boj' would issue — nevermore — 
 To see another sun rise on this short. 
 No more to feel the curse of Civil War ! 
 
48 GOLDEN ROUS. 
 
 Men and women who had nobly striven 
 'Gainst despair, by anguish then were riven, 
 As the loud peal of cannon's bursting rage 
 Broke on their ear — wail of a dying age 
 Which, as it there received its sorest wound, 
 Blood-stained the soil to make it Freedom's ground ! 
 
 Let I/Cthe rain upon this drama cruel ! 
 
 The fire that once was fiercely fed by fuel 
 
 Of contention has mouldered, and this soil 
 
 Is yearly harvested with other spoil — 
 
 A Nation's tears ; that evermore shall flow 
 
 To bless the silent, lonesome grave of friend and foe ! 
 
^t]anfe^i\}ir\^ Da^. 
 
 r^ RIGHT festal morn ! With what a tender s^race 
 ^^ Thou, yearl\', doth encircle and cnil>racc 
 Each cottage home, each mansion and cacli shrine- 
 Girdling this land with benison benign. 
 Thou spcakest peace ! while all the world beholds 
 On this glad day our flag unfurl its folds 
 And float its well-earned glory o'er the earth, 
 Firing each gallant heart of native worth. 
 Our legates in the foreign courts demand 
 Its recognition at this season grand ! 
 Thou lendest to the zephyrs music sweet, 
 Stilling all murmurs on the busy street, 
 Hushing to harmony discordcnt strife, 
 And breathing in this Nation newer life ! 
 On this fair morn a thousand tongues out])our, 
 On bended knees, " Thanksgiving, evermore ! " 
 For all Thy mercies through the past long year : 
 And angels step from out their higher sphere 
 To catch the strain and take it up above. 
 That it may reach His kingly heart of love! 
 The wanderer, returning home once more, 
 In argosy of richly laden store, 
 
50 GOLDEN RODS. 
 
 Stands with expectant gaze upon the deck — 
 For on the lighthouse tower he sees a speck. 
 He waits, as nearer, clearer to his sight 
 Appears a flag that fills him with delight ; 
 To him it means all that this earth can say 
 In welcome on this glad Thanksgiving Day ! 
 
"Via Dolorosa." 
 
 OR 
 
 Lincoln's Isast journey. 
 
 PROM the realms Imparadisal, from Elyseum's 
 happy sphere, 
 
 Wafted by Aeolian zepyhrs murmuring, moaning soft 
 and clear, 
 
 Mew a winged seraph bright, decked with silver sheen 
 of light. 
 
 Pausing never till arriving at the shores of Acheron ! 
 
 Where there dwells the wretched, aged ruthless ferry- 
 man of yore, 
 
 Hver counting o'er his coffers, ever gloating o'er his 
 store. 
 
 "Avaricious Charon, pause ye from thy greedy, morbid 
 
 gain," 
 Thus exclaimed the winged seraph, " Oviit thy boat 
 
 and quit this main. 
 One is coming hither soon, fair and pale as yon bright 
 
 moon. 
 
52 GOLDEN RODS. 
 
 Stav not, wait not but depart ye at command of 
 
 Augelo ; 
 For Columbia's martyr-captain, ABRA'M LINCOI^N, 
 
 conies this way ; 
 Blood has paid a ransom costly ! Angels row thy 
 
 boat to-day ! " 
 
 Swiftly moving, rushing past me, angel pinions on- 
 ward sweep ; 
 
 Feathered by seraphic measure, oars keep time upon 
 the deep. 
 
 O'er the blacksome, I)ittcr Styx, hear I faintly mellow 
 clicks ; 
 
 Now the other side their Hearing, now they've gained 
 the other shore. 
 
 Where there dwells the martj-r-army clad in robes o^ 
 snowy white ; 
 
 Where angelic music charmeth ; where our faith is 
 lost in sight ! 
 
 Tearful cascades I sobbing, falling from a nation's 
 
 fountain source ; 
 Bubl)ling with a rippling pathos, unimpeded in their 
 
 course. 
 Duskv, twilight millions mourn ! Heat of battle 
 
 bravely borne ! 
 
GOLDEN RODS. 53 
 
 In the /.cnilli of his glory called to leave the land he 
 loved ! 
 
 Tears will lose themselves in Lethe never to be fonnd 
 
 again, 
 Save when angels gather jiearlcts on the everlasting 
 
 main ! 
 
 In llie distance softlv ])caling, hear I melody sublime ; 
 
 Faintly stealing comes an echo — earnest of serener 
 time! 
 
 Thus a nation stronger grows, purified bv fiery woes ; 
 
 Thus a marytr's pure example speaks and lives for- 
 ever on ! 
 
 Sound he sleeps, the sympathetic, gentle patriot of 
 vore, 
 
 Lulled to rest by peace unending — on a better, brighter 
 shore ! 
 
^l7e Blue and \\iq Qra^. 
 
 /C^ THAT this voice conld bid the dead arise ; 
 ^-^J Briug back the rosy color to the faces white ; 
 Restore the brilliant lustre to the vacant eyes 
 
 That beamed erstwhile so true and bravely bright ! 
 
 What if those dormant ranks of blue and gray — 
 
 The friend and foeman — worthy of the steel they 
 bore, 
 Could now come forth to life and view each blossom 
 spray 
 That decorates their mound of valor o'er ! 
 
 Hcyond the threshold of that blessed Home, 
 
 One roll-call now suflficeth for the friend and foe — 
 
 I'or all are friends who mingle 'yond the azure dome — 
 There, hearts now reign supreme without a throe ! 
 
 They crowd the martial sod of vale and height ! 
 
 They sleep on sea-girt shore and on the river bank ; 
 And soon the last brave hero, clad in armor bright, 
 
 Shall take his place and mend the broken rank! 
 
(J^olumbia's pia( 
 
 f IVES there a man who ne'er doth feel 
 k^ Affection o'er him fondly steal, 
 When waving 'neath a clear blue sky, 
 His country's ensign meets his eye? 
 Breathes there a soul in this wide laud. 
 Who would not zealous raise his hand 
 To keep unstained Columbia's name. 
 Preserve undimmed her lustrous fame? 
 Who never feels this pleasing sense 
 Ne'er knows the patriot's recompense — 
 That peace of mind that doth entwine 
 The brow of him who doth enshrine 
 His country's flag, who firm defends 
 His colors and for right contends. 
 O, stars and stripes ! O, ensign fair ! 
 Wave on o'er land and sea fore'er. 
 Speak freedom to the distant isles ; 
 Bid haughty nations cease all wiles 
 That would emtrammel and repeal 
 The liberties of public weal. 
 Columbia, we love thy shore ! 
 O'er us, o'er us for evermore ; 
 On massive dome and thatched home, 
 Wherever we may distant roam, 
 Thj' flag shall wave, memorial grand. 
 For us who love this western land ! 
 
rpf^e 09l7iiG l+ousG. 
 
 r QITHIN Columbia's district fair, 
 N'V Firm stands a mansion bright !! 
 No tyranny finds access there, 
 
 To dim those halls of light ; 
 No throne of gold, no ermine robe, 
 
 Adorns those precincts grand ; 
 No diadem the master crowns ; 
 
 No sceptre in his hand ! 
 
 Throughout its corridors a calm 
 
 Broods like a peaceful dove ! 
 There, freedom rules with healing IkiIui 
 
 And guards with jealous love ! 
 No stain hath marred that princely couch. 
 
 Save martyrdom's red blush ; 
 No moon, but palest radiance shed 
 
 In grief for life's last gush ! / ~~ 
 
 And over all a banner floats — 
 
 The Stars and Stripes toehold — 
 Unfurling to the isles remote 
 
 From out each silken fold, 
 A tale of triumph, conquests won I 
 
 And trammeled souls set free ! 
 O, fairest morn, when rose the sun 
 
 On Halls of Libertv ! 
 
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