LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. 
 
 UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. 
 
SILVER CLOUD. 
 
SILVER CLOUD. 
 
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 ALICE i;PENNELL. 
 
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 Entered, according; to Act of Congress, in the year 1887, by 
 
 ALICE I. PENNELL, 
 In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washing^toii. 
 
DEDICATION. 
 
 TO THE MANY FRIENJ)S, 
 
 WHOM I HAVE FOUND IN MASSACHUSETTS AND THOSE 
 WHOM I LEFT IN MAINE, 
 
 THIS BOOK 
 AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 A T the request of my friends, I give to the 
 
 public verses which were originally intended 
 
 either for the private pleasure of my friends or 
 
 my own amusement. If any one is cheered or 
 
 entertained thereby, this book will have fulfilled 
 
 its mission. 
 
 Very truly, 
 
 Alice I. Pennei.l. 
 
 SFRiN(iFiEi,D, Mass., September, i<S87. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 Silver Cloud • • • ^ ^ 
 
 To John G. Whittier on his Seventieth Birthday 13 
 
 Whittier's Reply ^4 
 
 Nantucket ^5 
 
 Margie ^^ 
 
 Ruth. '9 
 
 The Bride -^ 
 
 The Christmas Baby— Ivachel -- 
 
 Fanny "4 
 
 Mary "^ 
 
 Ada 30 
 
 Postscript 30 
 
 Jeanie 3- 
 
 At Sea 32 
 
 " My Mary " 3 j 
 
 My Darling 34 
 
 A Valentine 34 
 
8 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 To Baby (xeorge 35 
 
 Harry 37 
 
 Grandmother 39 
 
 The Doctor's Birtliday 41 
 
 Good Wishes 42 
 
 Mv Hammock 43 
 
 Castles in the Air 45 
 
 The Wanderings of a Mosquito 47 
 
 The Whistle of the Bangor Boat 49 
 
 The Voyage of Life 51 
 
 Wait, for the Tide is Coming 53 
 
 Come, Love, Come I 55 
 
 Sea-Grass 56 
 
 The Lawyer 57 
 
 " The SatinT5ound Jacket that Hung on the Wall.", . . 59 
 
 The Cherries 60 
 
 My First Carpet at the Court House 62 
 
 A Vacation I -etter 64 
 
 The North Conway Miller 65 
 
 Mine Hosts at North Conway 65 
 
 My Canoe '. 66 
 
 Sing, Birdie, Sing ! 66 
 
CONTENTS. 9 
 
 Page 
 
 Sunset on the Mountains 67 
 
 To the Moon at Twilight 68 
 
 Freedom 69 
 
 A Christmas Carol for my Niece Minnie 70 
 
 Merry Christmas 72 
 
 Christmas (Greetings 73 
 
 The New Year 74 
 
 To my Brother and his Wife on the Third Anniver- 
 sary of their Marriage 75 
 
 The Wedding Day 77 
 
 The Wedding Anniversary 79 
 
 The Rain So 
 
 " He Doeth all Things Well " 80 
 
 The Shaving Case 81 
 
 Mr. Hillman's Mustache 81 
 
 Five Little Kittens 82 
 
 Horace Greeley in Portland 83 
 
 In Memoriam 84 
 
 Decoration Day 86 
 
 The Dead Sea Captain 88 
 
 Farewell 90 
 
 The Dead Friend 92 
 
lO CONTENTS. 
 
 Pa(;e 
 
 Nelly on the Death of her Brother 93 
 
 Dead 95 
 
 Lonely 97 
 
 Broken Friendships 100 
 
 " Vive TAmerica," 2d loi 
 
 Album Versks : — 
 
 The Senator 105 
 
 Lizzie Marl ro6 
 
 Fanny H 107 
 
 Annie at Sweet Sixteen loS 
 
 Kittie ro8 
 
 Alice ro9 
 
 Miss B 109 
 
 Miss McM 110 
 
 May lie 
 
 Oeneva 111 
 
 F. V. C Ill 
 
 A.M. G 112 
 
 A. A. F 112 
 
SILVER CLOUD. 
 
 SILVER CLOUD an Indian maid was, 
 When the white men came to dwell 
 On the shores where now a State is, — 
 Commonwealth we love so well : 
 
 Stern Miles Standish with his wife, Rose,- 
 Brave John Alden, true and tried, 
 
 Who did win, but not by proxy, 
 Sweet Priscilla for his bride. 
 
 Days those were of peril, famine, 
 Days of sorrow, days of toil. 
 
 Only heroes brave such hardships, 
 
 Would have strength to till the soil. 
 
 Now we share the fruits of labors 
 
 That they wrought, so firm and true. 
 
 May the God of our Forefathers 
 
 Give us hope and strength anew. 
 
SILVER CLOUD. 
 
 While ye honor still the Fathers, 
 
 Hold them bravest, true, and proud. 
 
 Listen to their grandchild's story, 
 Hear the voice of Silver Cloud. 
 
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 TO JOHN G. WHITTIER. 
 
 (On his joth Birthday.) 
 
 Springfield, Nov. 17, 1877. 
 Dear Poet : — 
 
 HO gavest to the world "Snow Bound," 
 Now that life's snows are gathering round 
 Thy pathway as it nears the end, 
 Accept kind message from a friend. 
 If I may use so dear a name, 
 To one whose laurels and whose fame 
 Shall fadeless last through coming time, 
 In every nation, land, and clime ; 
 For men and women love the muse 
 Who favors thee, though she refuse 
 Her gifts to them, low bending at her shrine, 
 While entrance to the inner fane is only thine. 
 
 May many birthdays close for thee. 
 With brain and fancy clear and free ; 
 Rich blessings throng to crown thy head 
 With bounteous gifts before thee spread. 
 
TO JOHN G. WHITTIER. 
 
 And least of all thy joys shall be 
 
 The joy thy verses gave to me. 
 
 May life's long journey end in peaceful rest; 
 
 As thou hast others blest, so be thou blest. 
 
 Very truly, 
 
 Alice I. Pennell, 
 Clerk's Office, Court House. 
 
 [Whittier's Reply.] 
 
 Oak Knoll 
 
 Danvers 
 
 1 2th mo 2 1877 
 My dear friend 
 
 Thanks for thy kind verses. If one is to be con- 
 gratulated at all that he is old, I do not see how it 
 could be better done. With all good wishes, I am 
 
 very truly thy friend, 
 
 John G. Whittier. 
 
NANTUCKET. 
 
 A IT" HEN the liowers bloom so sweetly, 
 ' ' And the summer winds blow free, 
 On Nantucket's shores and waters, 
 There again I long to be. 
 
 Where the yachts are in the harbor, 
 And the ships far out at sea ; 
 
 Where the breakers roar unceasing ; 
 There again I long to be. 
 
 Where the air is warmed by sunshine. 
 Cooled by breezes, clear and free ; 
 
 Full of tonic, calm and soothing, — 
 There again I long to be. 
 
 Where the houses, quaint and ancient, 
 Have their " look-outs " for the sea, 
 
 Ready for each passing vessel, — 
 There again I lono^ to be. 
 
1 6 NANTUCKET. 
 
 Dear Nantucket ! Well I love thee ! 
 
 Keep thy beauties fresh for me ; 
 Summer winds again shall bring me 
 
 To thv home across the sea. 
 
MARGIE. 
 
 I HEARD a sound, 
 What could it be ? 
 I thought I heard a call. 
 No other voice 
 Was ever heard 
 Like Maro:ie's in the hall. 
 
 So free, so clear, 
 
 Doth ring upon the air. 
 
 How lonely then 
 
 Will be the time 
 
 When Margie is not there. 
 
 The days go by 
 And fly apace ; 
 Farewell, if we must part. 
 No other friend 
 Can take the place 
 Of Margie in my heart. 
 
MARGIE. 
 
 She loving is, 
 
 She trusty is, 
 
 I know her ways full well. 
 
 }n summer's heat 
 
 And winter's cold, 
 
 Her value none can tell. 
 
 Farewell, sweet friend ! 
 
 'Tis hard to say 
 
 The word that bids us part. 
 
 We '11 cherish thee 
 
 And love thee well, 
 
 Where'er on earth thou art. 
 
RUTH. 
 
 NOT the " Bright Eyes" of the forest, 
 Wand'ring o'er the mountain stream, 
 But a real and living Bright Eyes, 
 Bright as any artist's dream. 
 
 Young and fair and winning always, 
 
 Rosy as the dawn is she, 
 And the depths within those Bright Eyes 
 
 Speak of sweetest minstrelsy- 
 Can she sing ? She says not, 
 
 But her voice is like a bird ; 
 To a soul that longs for brightness. 
 
 Sweetest carol ever heard. 
 
 For it speaks of youth and pleasure, 
 Home and friends and wealth untold ; 
 
 But its sweetest note is goodness, 
 Better far than lands or gold. 
 
20 RUTH. 
 
 Blessings on thee, lovely maiden ! 
 
 May thy voice ne'er lose its heart, 
 Nor thine eyes grow dim with weeping; 
 
 Life doth have a solemn part. 
 
 But to thee, surrounded always 
 
 By a band of loving friends, 
 Clouds and sunshine pass but lightly, 
 
 Howsoe'er thy journey ends. 
 
 May earth's richest gifts be brought thee, 
 Treasures of the land and sea; 
 
 Nature fitted thee to love them, 
 Love whate'er is good and free. 
 
 When thy Father calls thee homeward. 
 Home upon the other shore. 
 
 May the Bright Eyes turn with longing, 
 There to shine forevermore. 
 
THE BRIDE. 
 
 /^~\ COME, for thy loved one is waiting, 
 ^-^ Waiting to welcome thee, now. 
 A smiling eye, a light bounding step, 
 The queen of all brides, I trow. 
 
 I have heard of " the wealth of Indies," 
 
 Its silver, jewels, and gold ; 
 But what to her now are its wonders, 
 
 Compared to joy never told ? 
 
 O bright, blessed charm of the spring-time 
 Of youth, its hopes and flowers ! 
 
 Its myrtle doth ever seem brightest, 
 Whatever laurels are ours. 
 
 May roses and lilies ne'er wither. 
 
 But scatter along the way, 
 And the heart of thy groom be ever 
 
 Loyal and fond as to-day. 
 
THE CHRISTMAS BABY. 
 
 RACHEL. 
 
 OLESSINGS on thee, little stranger ! 
 '^ Thou didst come on Christmas day. 
 While the angels praise were singing, 
 One bright angel came our way. 
 
 Came to stay, if God shall spare her, 
 Till our pilgrimage be done. 
 
 Holy Father, Son, and Spirit, 
 Bless, we pray, this little one. 
 
 Guide her feet, so tender, gently. 
 Keep her still at thy right hand, 
 
 Let the holy angels guard her, 
 Pure and spotless may she stand. 
 
 Crown her womanhood with honor, 
 Fitting type of grandma dear. 
 
 Mother, child, and aged parent, 
 All united shall appear. 
 
THE CHRISTMAS BABY. 23 
 
 What more to ask ? O little one, 
 
 With love thou art surely blest. 
 If friends should fail around thee here, 
 
 Heaven's care will do the rest. 
 
FANNY. 
 
 "pANNY, I've not forgotten thee, 
 ^ My friend of long years' standing, 
 And as I climb the stairs of life 
 I tarry at this landing. 
 
 An open window greets my view, 
 
 I drop my reverie's care, 
 And see upon the lawn beneath, 
 
 Maiden sweet with auburn hair. 
 
 Her earnest eyes look straight at mine, 
 Her voice is low, persuading; 
 
 "The poem promised long ago 
 Thou still dost seem evading." 
 
 I gaze beyond the maiden now, 
 
 I see the sky and river, 
 The Court House tower looms afar, 
 
 The lights begin to quiver. 
 
FANNY. 25 
 
 The hour, the witching hour of dusk, 
 
 That poets call "the gloaming," 
 When lovers meet and plight their vows, 
 
 Afar the country roaming. 
 
 O maiden fair, with auburn hair, 
 
 A lover true doth wait thee; 
 His eyes are bright as stars of night, 
 
 A prince right royal is he. 
 
 He comes with stately stride and slow. 
 
 To win thee for his own bride ; 
 Thine eyes no longer gaze at me, 
 
 Gallant knight is by thy side. 
 
 I leave them there, those lovers fair, 
 
 And turn me to the river ; 
 All up and down the winding stream, 
 
 The golden sunlights quiver. 
 
 The west is all ablaze with lights, 
 Amber, blue, red, pink, and green ; 
 
 Heaven's rare banners now are shown, 
 For lovers fondest, I ween. 
 
26 FANNY. 
 
 O glorious world we live in ! 
 
 We love this beauteous night ; 
 A radiant dawn God grant us, 
 
 Beyond Heaven's gates of light. 
 
MARY. 
 
 /"^ OME, Mary dear, and list to me, 
 ^-^ I'll sing a little song; 
 Or, better still, I'll read to thee, 
 My tale shall not be long. 
 
 In this great town, not long ago, 
 There dwelt a maiden fair ; 
 
 With eyes that were as black as coals. 
 And oh ! such raven hair. 
 
 Now, this young girl was full of mirth, - 
 Her friends will tell thee so ; — 
 
 No maid of old was e'er more blithe. 
 In the days of long ago. 
 
 And this young lady liked to ride, 
 
 And leave this dusty city ; 
 To spoil such nice, romantic fun, 
 
 Wouldn't it be a pity ? 
 
28 MARY. 
 
 And so it chanced one afternoon, — 
 
 The stories all go so, — 
 A gallant stranger rode down town, 
 
 With steed not white as snow. 
 
 A coal black charger 'twas he rode, 
 Whose steps were fleet and strong ; 
 
 Young Lochinvar must urge his steed, 
 Or lose the race ere long. 
 
 A gallant captain is he, pray ? 
 
 Or some young judge at rest? 
 The saints defend us ! Can he be 
 
 A minister so blest ? 
 
 To judge him by his careful dress. 
 
 He is one or other ; 
 A face so calm must sure belong 
 
 Only to a brother. 
 
 His keen eye glances right and left. 
 
 He takes in all he sees, 
 A face behind the window pane, 
 
 Half hidden by the trees. 
 
MARY. 29 
 
 Alas ! alas ! No longer calm, 
 
 Young man, why tarry so ? 
 His very horse inclines to stop. 
 
 The beast,— he will not go. 
 
 And she ? Her very heart will go 
 
 With this young stranger brave ; 
 The glance he gave from those dark eyes 
 
 She'll carry to her grave. 
 
 He's gone ! He's gone ! Will he return ? 
 
 Alas ! I cannot tell; 
 I only know he rides full speed, 
 
 He rides and rides right well. 
 
 Now, Mary dear, my story's told ; 
 
 A rhyme of old doth say, 
 " Lady, beware a gay young knight 
 
 Who loves and rides away." 
 
ADA. 
 
 pvEAR ADA, I've heard "The Rape of the Lock, 
 -■— ^ But never The Rape of the Seal. 
 Query, — if prisoners guilty of this, 
 A troublesome conscience would feel ? 
 
 So quick to confess, so penitent still, 
 
 I surely must pardon thee now; 
 Let smiles chase the clouds that shadow thy face, 
 
 And smooth out the lines on thy brow. 
 
 The sentence must never exceed the crime. 
 
 My pen shall forever be still ; 
 For fear thou shouldst style me more of a quack 
 
 Than the goose that furnished the quill. 
 
 POSTSCRIPT. 
 
 F^OR fear that thou shouldst weary 
 ^ Of what I said last night, 
 A subject not so dreary 
 Shall next appear in sight. 
 
POSTSCRIPT. 
 
 I'm glad thou art so happy, 
 
 So cheerful and so free, 
 Life's roses still shall greet thee 
 
 Wherever thou shalt be. 
 
 Thou'lt find some good and pleasure 
 Where'er thy footsteps roam, 
 
 And when the world seems dreary, 
 Wilt peaceful be at home. 
 
 The Guiding Hand Immortal 
 Thy footsteps still shall lead. 
 
 And open life's last portal 
 Upon a peaceful mead. 
 
JEANIE. 
 
 MAY the waves gently rock thee, 
 May the skies be bright and clear 
 The friends in bonny Scotland 
 Smile a welcome to their dear. 
 
 Returning o'er the ocean 
 Mayst thou safely reach thy home, 
 And find the fond hearts waiting. 
 That will watch for thy return. 
 
 AT SEA. 
 
 /^UT on the broad Atlantic, 
 ^-^ Crossing the billows o'er, 
 Leaving my native country, 
 Bound for a foreign shore. 
 
" MY MARY." 
 
 ^^•Al 7ILL ye go to the Indies, Mary?" 
 ' ^ " Will ye go to the land of the leal 
 I must leave thee else, my Mary, 
 
 Although great is the loss that I feel. 
 
 I would like thee to go, my Mary, 
 
 I would most gladly take thee my bride, 
 
 I would love thee long, my own true wife, 
 Thou art ever my joy and pride. 
 
MY DARLING. 
 
 (Nfy friend, Miss Darling, weighed about 200 when married.) 
 
 /^^OD bless thee, " Darling," "mine" no more, 
 ^-^ And bless the partner of thy life. 
 His "little darling" thou shalt be. 
 Is he worthy such a wife? 
 
 A VALENTINE. 
 
 MY darling niece, till thou art tall 
 And hast a lover fine, 
 I'll think of thee and love thee well, 
 And be thy Valentine. 
 
TO BABY GEORGE. 
 
 pKECIOUS baby, much we love thee, 
 ^ Gladly did we hail thy birth, 
 For thou seemst a little sunbeam. 
 
 Which from Heaven hath come to earth. 
 
 In this naughty world we live in. 
 
 Thou wilt meet with care and strife ; 
 
 But the clouds have rosy linings, 
 
 Faith and Hope shall cheer tliy life. 
 
 O'er thy cradle, in the daytime. 
 
 Mother dear her watch will keep, 
 
 And at night the holy angels 
 
 Guard forevermore thy sleep. 
 
 All through thy childhood's sunny hours, 
 Friends will gladly give thee joy ; 
 
 Pets and playthings all will gather 
 In the nursery of "our boy." 
 
36 TO BABY GEORGE. 
 
 Youth will come with all her pleasures ; 
 
 Knowledge will unlock her store ; 
 Art and music both will greet thee ; 
 
 Plenty standing at thy door. 
 
 Manhood's years will crown with blessings 
 All thy Father doth bestow: 
 
 He will guide thee and support thee, 
 
 He will teach what thou shouldst know, 
 
 And if clouds should gather round thee, 
 And thy way seem dark and drear. 
 
 Faith will hold her cross above thee, 
 Hope will anchor every fear. 
 
 When old age thy strength shall weaken, 
 And thy feet shall reach the tide, 
 
 God's own arm shall bear thee over 
 Safelv to the other side. 
 
HARRY. 
 
 T S it a fancy only? 
 ^ Is it the voice of my boy, 
 My pet, my household treasure, 
 My pride, and my darling joy ? 
 
 Hear I the voice of Harry, 
 
 Calling as often before 
 To the gentle little sister, 
 
 Who sits by the open door ? 
 
 Ah ! no : it is not Harry. 
 
 iNly Harry is 'neath the sod, 
 The soul that we loved so dearly 
 
 To Heaven returned and God. 
 
 Well meet Harry in Heaven, 
 No more we shall see him here ; 
 
 His spirit lingers with us, 
 We'll hold his memorv dear. 
 
38 HARRY. 
 
 Mother, whose child is missing, 
 When lambs are counted at night, 
 
 Little ones gathering closely 
 
 Round the fireside warm and bright, 
 
 Thou'lt meet thy child in Heaven, 
 Beside the river of light ; 
 
 Shepherd tender will gather 
 All lambs in that joyous night. 
 
GRANDMOTHER. 
 
 T~\EAR Grandma, the days are growing short, 
 -*— ^ The weeks are passing away ; 
 Life's journey is clouded with thee, 
 But with me sunny and gay. 
 
 The flowers still bloom, the skies are bright, 
 The world looks smiling and fair ; 
 
 And I ne'er will throw roses aside, 
 Because I know thorns are there. 
 
 True there are clouds and the rain must come; 
 
 'Tis best to hope while we may ; 
 Nor worry and fret for fear of night, 
 
 Instead of enjoying day. 
 
 'Tis my duty, then, to be cheerful. 
 
 To please all my friends so dear ; 
 
 And when the task is done with delight, 
 The friends will more pleased appear. 
 
40 GRANDMOTHER. 
 
 While "passing away" is seen around, 
 We look straight on to the prize, 
 
 And when our journeys are ended here 
 May we meet beyond the skies. 
 
 • Adieu for the present. Think of me 
 E'en though I am far away ; 
 And if the kind Father grants it so, 
 We'll meet at no distant day. 
 
THE DOCTOR'S BIRTHDAY. 
 
 GOOD wishes, dear Doctor, for thy birthday, 
 May they all be happy as this, 
 Thy cup of gladness ne'er mingled with woe, 
 But e'er full of enduring bliss. 
 
 May thy good deeds done "mong the rich and poor 
 
 In blessings return on thy head ; 
 And bounteous gifts be laid at thy door. 
 
 As thanks for kind words thou hast said. 
 
 May thy wife so gentle e'er be with thee, 
 
 The little ones answer thy call ; 
 An unbroken circle may thine remain, 
 
 Kind angels keeping watch o'er all. 
 
 May thy path in life be a thornless one. 
 
 If long or short it is given : 
 And after thy work, so gracious, is done. 
 
 Thou shalt reap reward in Heaven. 
 
GOOD WISHES. 
 
 MAY thy peace be like the river's, 
 Ever flowing, ever pure ; 
 And thy joy be like the sunshine, 
 For it nothing can obscure. 
 
 We are traveling life's pathway: 
 May we choose the narrow road, 
 
 Which shall lead us onward, upward, 
 Daily nearer to our God. 
 
 When our life on earth is ended. 
 May we feel His hand to guide, 
 
 Which shall lead us safely over 
 Death's dark, gloomy, chilling tide. 
 
 And when all have passed the river, 
 May we meet in home above. 
 
 Where our friends have gone before us, 
 And where all is peace and love. 
 
MY HAMMOCK. 
 
 I LOVE thee well, my hammock, 
 Thy name is dear to me ; 
 Thou gracest lovely gardens 
 And many ships at sea. 
 
 The maiden in her bower, 
 
 The sailor on the sea, 
 Among earth's fondest pleasures, 
 
 Doth ever think of thee. 
 
 Thou art so cool, refreshing. 
 Unchanged thou ever art ; 
 
 A firm friend ever ready, 
 Although without a heart. 
 
 Farewell, farewell, my hammock ! 
 
 The winter comes so soon. 
 The morning seems not over 
 
 Before we know 'tis noon. 
 
44 MY HAMMOCK. 
 
 The night doth never tarry; 
 
 The day must end for all, 
 And summer's sweetest pleasures 
 
 Give place to dreary fall. 
 
 Winter, stern, cold, and frosty, 
 Days tempestuous brings; 
 
 But the earth is only resting, 
 Newly robed Nature springs. 
 
 The sailor and the maiden 
 Alike do wait the spring. 
 
 For after springs come summers, 
 Which joys of hammocks bring. 
 
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 CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 NDER a wide spread apple tree, 
 My hammock swings to-day; 
 
 Sunbeams and birds glance in and out, 
 Around it breezes play. 
 
 I dream of lands beyond the seas, 
 Fair France, Greece, classic Rome ; 
 
 How many castles can we build. 
 The while we are at home ! 
 
 I see the Alps in grandeur rise, 
 Fair Venice with her boats ; 
 
 I hear the bagpipes from the Scotch, 
 And catch the Spanish notes. '' 
 
 From Bingen dear the little maids 
 
 Come trooping out to me, 
 And bid me, in sweet German tongue, 
 
 Their vineyards come and see. 
 
46 CASTLES IN THE AIR. 
 
 I see the coral reefs afar, 
 See sweet Burmah flowers ; 
 
 I know not time, nor space, nor speed, 
 I never count the hours. 
 
 'Neath palm tree's tropic shades I stand, 
 And hear the natives sing ; 
 
 1 see all nations, black and white, 
 The peasant and the king. 
 
 A humming-bird appears in sight; 
 
 I wonder what he's seen. 
 His little wings do fly so fast. 
 
 Amidst his plumage green. 
 
 If we possessed the means to fly, 
 What lands might we not see ! 
 
 The world in glorious beauty 
 Our boundless field would be. 
 
 Alas I we go by ways more slow, 
 
 Steam doeth what it can, 
 But birds possess one vantage still 
 
 Above the schemes of man. 
 
THE WANDERINGS OF A MOSQUITO. 
 
 1WENT one night to the chamber bright 
 Of a fair young bride in robes of white ; 
 I kissed her brow, her lips, her cheeks.- — 
 The scars remained for weeks and for weeks. 
 
 For, why, — 
 I'm a plague and a torment where'er I go, 
 I'm the buzzing, rollicking mos-qui-to. 
 
 A child ran in through a vine-wreathed door, 
 Chasing the moonbeams over the floor : 
 I filled with poison her sweet young face. 
 Till naught was left of its childish grace. 
 
 For, why, — 
 I'm a plague and a torment where'er I go, 
 I'm the buzzing, rollicking mos-qui-to. 
 
 A sick girl tossed on her bed of pain, 
 The physician's help was all in vain ; 
 
48 THE WANDERINGS OF A MOSQUITO. 
 
 The last of life's stream I stole away, 
 I buzzed about her by night and day. 
 
 For, why, — 
 I'm a plague and a torment where'er I go, 
 I'm the buzzing, rollicking mos-qui-to. 
 
 A merchant sat in his office chair, 
 His ledger accounts showed greatest care ; 
 Credit by sundries looked long until 
 He felt the sharp extent of my bill. 
 
 For, why, — 
 Fm a plague and a torment where'er I go, 
 Fm the buzzing, rollicking mos-qui-to. 
 
 A school girl conning her tedious books, 
 And ogling the boy with happy looks, 
 Frowned at me as I waltzed through the air 
 And pecked at her lovely face and hair. 
 
 For, why, — 
 I'm a plague and a torment where'er I go, 
 I'm the buzzing, rollicking mos-qui-to. 
 
THE WHISTLE OF THE BANGOR BOAT. 
 
 A 1 70ULDST thou know a joyous sound, 
 " " When wintry winds are howling 
 And the snow flakes gather thick and fast ? 
 
 'Tls the whistle of the boat, 
 
 As she sails up Casco Bay, 
 For the steamer's safe in port at last. 
 
 Oh, the whistle of that boat ! 
 
 Will I e'er forget its note ? 
 'Twill linger in memory till the last. 
 
 And whene'er I hear a sound 
 
 That resembles it at all, 
 I think, "The boat is in, snug and fast." 
 
 More joyous than an anthem. 
 
 It doth sound o'er land and sea, 
 To the loved ones waiting on the shore. 
 
 It tells the voyage is done. 
 
 For this weary night, at least. 
 While Storm King holds sway the waters o'er. 
 
50 THE WHISTLE OF THE BANGOR BOAT, 
 
 Then long life to the whistle ! 
 
 May its music ne'er grow less : 
 May it cheer listening ears to the last,, 
 
 Till earth's voyages ended, 
 
 Every ship shall find port 
 In Heaven's dear harbor, safe and fast. 
 
THE VOYAGE OF LIFE. 
 
 \\TE are sailing o'er the ocean, 
 
 " ' And crossing the silver tide. 
 Oh ! whither is our barque tending ? 
 Shall we reach the other side ? 
 
 We cannot see the distant shore, 
 And our sails are all unfurled. 
 
 Dear Saviour, we hope to meet Thee 
 Secure in another world. 
 
 May no rocks of sin delay us, 
 No beacons of Satan call. 
 
 Most gladly we hail our Pilot, 
 Our Saviour, the Judge of all. 
 
 He"s Captain of our Salvation, 
 
 Faithfully may we obey. 
 Till we reach fair Heaverx's harbor, 
 
 Where are other ships to-day. 
 
52 THE VOYAGE OF LIFE. 
 
 That are gone before and wailing, 
 Waiting for dear ones to come. 
 
 Dear Lord, wilt Thou in Thy mercy, 
 Bring us safely to Thy home. 
 
WAIT, FOR THE TIDE IS COMING. 
 
 \ I 7AIT, for the tide is coming 
 " " Up on the shining shore, 
 Bringing its treasures freely, — 
 
 Naught such were seen before. 
 Wait, for the tide is coming. 
 
 Surely coming at last ; 
 Wait, for the tide is coming, 
 
 And now our ship is fast. 
 
 Oh, we have hoped so long ! 
 Vessels have come and vanished. 
 
 Ours was only a song. 
 Wait, for the tide is coming. 
 
 Never to ebb again. 
 Wait, for the tide is coming, 
 
 Sins: then ! oh sing: ! brave men. 
 
54 WAIT, FOR THE TIDE IS COMING. 
 
 Wait, for the tide is coming ; 
 
 Out on the shining bay 
 Vessels still ride at anchor. 
 
 Riding the livelong day. 
 Wait, for the tide is coming ; 
 
 Over the ocean blue 
 Gladly our ship comes flying, 
 
 By compass safe and true. 
 
 Wait, for the tide is coming, 
 
 God never waits in vain ; 
 Sorely He tries His children, 
 
 And gives them grievous pain. 
 Wait, for the tide is coming. 
 
 And God's own tide 'twill be : 
 Surely 'twill last forever. 
 
 Through calm Eternity. 
 
COME, LOVE, COME ! 
 
 /"^ OME, love, come ! 
 
 ^-^ From far o'er the sea ; 
 
 Come, love, come I 
 
 Oh, come back to me ! 
 Weary the night and dreary the day 
 When thou art so far, so far away. 
 
 Come, love, come ! 
 
 And say thou art mine, 
 
 Roses and lilies for thee I'll twine ; 
 
 Life is a blank, no sun may shine 
 
 As warm as the light 
 
 In those eyes of thine. 
 
SEA-GRASS. 
 
 T WISH the rock had sea-grass. 
 ^ Thou saidst 'twould look so gay, 
 I think 'twas shameful in him 
 To bring it bare away. 
 
 Please tell him that here's hoping 
 Conscience will him trouble, 
 
 Until he gets that sea-grass, 
 If it cost him double. 
 
 When next thou hast vacation, 
 
 O may it come to pass, 
 That all the rocks thou cravest 
 
 Be covered with sea-grass. 
 
THE LAWYER. 
 
 A l^RITE for thee, my learned brother? 
 ^^ Yes, I'll write. What shallit be 
 Thou dost deal in subjects weighty, 
 Far too deep for reach by me. 
 
 I can follow but afar off, 
 
 Only guess the rest meanwhile, 
 
 For to know a lawyer truly 
 
 One must know a lawyer's style. 
 
 Calm, sedate, and learned truly, 
 
 Cool, unbiased in his mind. 
 Always open to conviction. 
 
 Such a lawyer one will find. 
 
 There are ever targets ready. 
 
 For wisdom, wit, and power, 
 If his shafts are rightly wielded, 
 
 Of chivalry, the flower. 
 
58 THE LAWYER. 
 
 For he helps the erring sinner, 
 Smoothing ways for the oppressed. 
 
 With the strongest ever fearless, 
 Most opposed he's ever best. 
 
 Courage for his own convictions. 
 Brave to dare, and brave to do, 
 
 Well he keeps his solemn promise. 
 That no action shall he rue. 
 
 IJlessings on the legal brethren ! 
 
 May they ever do the right. 
 Lex^ Justitia, Equitas^ 
 
 Is their motto in the fight. 
 
"THE SATIN-BOUND JACKET, THAT 
 HUNG ON THE WALL." 
 
 A H I how well I remember, 
 ^~^ In days that are vanished, 
 The days I have lost but love to recall, 
 
 That bright little jacket, 
 
 That dear old red jacket, 
 " The satin-bound jacket, that hung on the wall." 
 
 That gold-buttoned jacket. 
 
 With frogs of red silk cord, — 
 The frogs that would never make music at all, — 
 But memory still lingers around that red jacket, 
 " The satin-bound jacket, that hung on the wall." 
 
THE CHERRIES. 
 
 Who gave the cherries to "the Guardian Angels of the New Court 
 House "? 
 
 A IT" HO gave us the cherries, I'd like to know? 
 ^ ^ AVho gave us the cherries, I say ! 
 They were left on desks before ofBce hours 
 In such a mysterious way. 
 
 The messenger's sick ; it could not be he ; 
 
 P'or the last I saw of friend B. 
 He was limping along and far too lame 
 
 To climb e'en a small cherry tree. 
 
 Dennis said "Mr. Brockett.'" "No," said his son, 
 And puzzled we ever shall be, 
 Till donor himself comes forward and says, 
 " I did climb that bright cherry tree. 
 
 " They were red and gold, and nice for the girls, 
 Like little George VV. I will be ; 
 
THE CHERRIES. 6 1 
 
 Though with no hatchet (I'm telling no lies), 
 I did climb that bright cherry tree." 
 
 Then thanks to the giver, known or unknown, 
 
 Wherever or whoever he. 
 We'll e'er remember the first of July, 
 
 And fruits of that bright cherry tree. 
 
MY FIRST CARPET AT THE COURT 
 HOUSE. 
 
 /^NLY a bit of carpet ! 
 ^-^ How much the sight recalls 
 Of days that long have vanished, 
 Within the Court House walls. 
 
 Only a bit of carpet 1 
 
 It looks so bright and clean, 
 It's fresh as when they bought it. 
 
 And never used, I ween. 
 
 Only a bit of carpet! 
 
 Its sight recalls the day, 
 When Mr. Sibley said, " P'or it 
 
 Commissioners would pay." 
 
 Only a bit of carpet 1 
 
 My feet " were measured " well : 
 The size of such a contract. 
 
 Deponent doth not tell. 
 
MY FIRST CARPET. 63 
 
 Only a bit of carpet ! 
 
 Upon it feet have stood, 
 Of Judges great and learned, 
 
 Of Lawyers wise and good. 
 
 Only a bit of carpet ! 
 
 Kind friends have stood there, too ; 
 The Clerk and his Assistants, 
 
 AVith Sheriffs not a few. 
 
 Only a bit of carpet! 
 
 God bless the Hampden Bar, 
 And freely fill its coffers. 
 
 And spread its fame afar. 
 
 Only a bit of carpet ! 
 
 But as the years roll past, 
 God grant the friends of Springfield 
 
 May greet me to the last. 
 
A VACATION LETTER. 
 
 T REALLY wish I could tell thee 
 ^ What a pleasant time I have had, 
 AVith so many friends around me, 
 
 To make me feel merry and glad. 
 But the muse is sadly lazy 
 And she will not help me to say 
 
 How many pleasures have crowded 
 Into a single summer's day. 
 The time is fast slipping away, 
 
 My playtime is nearly over ; 
 But for the present I'm happy 
 
 As kittens rolling: in clover. 
 
THE NORTH CONWAY MILLER 
 
 A/l AY the mill grind on, 
 ^ " *■ And the brook ne'er dry, 
 The miller be peaceful and blest ; 
 May his friends and his fortune 
 
 Increase with his years. 
 Till he goes with the good to rest. 
 
 MINE HOSTS AT NORTH CONWAY. 
 
 /"^ OD bless the home where once I rested, 
 ^-^ God bless the hearts who made it bright, 
 Send peace and joy into their dwelling, 
 And fill it full of Heaven's li^ht. 
 
MY CANOE. 
 
 ^17" HEN I look upon my treasures, 
 
 ' ' And my gay canoe I see, 
 My mind turns back to North Conway, 
 Mountains grand, the woods, and thee. 
 
 SING, BIRDIE, SING! 
 
 SING, birdie, sing, sing all the day. 
 Sing, birdie, sing, oh ! sing unto me. 
 Sing, birdie, sing, sing all the day. 
 From thy nest in the old apple tree. 
 
SUNSET ON THE MOUNTAINS. 
 
 T 
 
 HE gates of Heaven are lifted. 
 
 The doors are opened wide, 
 The King of Glory now is here 
 Upon each mountain's side. 
 
 This place is now most holy ground ; 
 
 Tread with reverent feet. 
 His golden light of love He sends 
 
 By messengers so fleet. 
 
 We scarce perceive their coming or 
 
 The rustle of their wings ; 
 They breathe an air of peace and rest, 
 
 Of good and pleasant things. 
 
 By faith we see beyond the vail, 
 
 The home of God above ; 
 Where angels clothed in whitest robes 
 
 Sing of His wondrous love. 
 
TO THE MOON AT TWILIGHT. 
 
 OEAUTIFUL moon in heaven so bright, 
 -*— ^ Softly falls thy silvery light 
 On this world so fair to the sight. 
 Beautiful moon ! be with us this night. 
 
 vSoon this world will be folded in night, 
 Then let fall thy silvery light. 
 Watch o'er us, lovely moon, we pray, 
 Be with us now till the dawn of day. 
 
 Soon, ah so soon I we shall all decay, 
 
 And our bodies will turn to clay; 
 
 Then in worlds far beyond the sky 
 
 We shall e'er praise Him, who rules on high. 
 
FREEDOM. 
 
 T STOOD outside the Golden Gate, 
 * And the Master said to me, 
 " Maiden I maiden ! wilt thou enter, 
 Where the citizens are free ?'' 
 
 And I answered, " Lord and Master, 
 I would gladly come to Thee, 
 
 And I'll gladly do thy bidding, 
 If I only may be free."' 
 
A CHRISTMAS CAROL 
 
 FOR MY NIECI-: MINNIE. 
 
 DEAR mother, tell me the story 
 Of the birth long, long ago, 
 Of Him who is now in glory, — 
 
 Thou hast often told me so : — 
 I would hear the joyful tidings 
 
 The shepherds heard on the hill, 
 " For you now is born a Saviour, 
 Peace on earth, to men good will." 
 
 In the manger low lay cradled 
 A babe with a halo bright. 
 
 Holy Mother knew 'twas the Lord, 
 That wonderful Christmas night. 
 
 The angels' eyes looked out with joy, 
 The Star in the East shone bright. 
 
 And led the faithful, wise old men, 
 That wonderful Christmas night. 
 
A CHRISTMAS CAROL. 7 1 
 
 It went before them that long way 
 
 And guided their course aright, 
 Stopped o'er the place where Baby lay, 
 
 That wonderful Christmas ni^ht. 
 
 They brought Him gifts from richest stores, 
 
 And gave Him all His right; 
 But a greater gift was the Babe, 
 
 That wonderful Christmas night. 
 
 He came to save the world from sin. 
 
 And lead us all to the light ; 
 Died on the cross, that we might live, 
 
 O wonderful Christmas night ! 
 
 Now He reigns, while the angels sing, 
 In His Father's home so bright; 
 
 He loves us as well as he did 
 That wonderful Christmas night. 
 
 Then shout once more the angels' song, 
 Praise God for the Star so bright, 
 
 Praise Him more for the Babe who came, 
 That wonderful Christmas night. 
 
MERRY CHRISTMAS. 
 
 I\ /I ERRY Christmas ! Merry Christmas 
 ^ * *^ Shout the news o'er land and sea, 
 Let the merry church bells echo, 
 Christ the Lord has made us free. 
 
 Sing, oh sing the wondrous story 
 
 Of the Christmas long ago, 
 How the shepherds heard the tidings, 
 
 For the angels told them so. 
 
 " Unto you is born a Saviour, 
 
 Peace on earth, good will to men." 
 
 And the news is just as joyous 
 To us now as it was then. 
 
 To the Babe all cradled lowly, 
 
 To the Mother at his side, 
 Our best gifts we offer gladly, 
 
 At each joyous Christmas-tide. 
 
CHRISTMAS GREETliNGS. 
 
 MERRY Christmas, Kittie dear! 
 This year and each succeeding year. 
 New Year's joys be thine alvvay, 
 Hopes grow brighter every day ; 
 As the years roll swiftly from thee, 
 May they leave but blessings on thee. 
 
 Sweet be thy Christmas, my own Kittie dear ; 
 Rich be thy joy in the fast coming year : 
 Long may thy life be and merry thy heart; 
 Think of me kindly, wherever thou art. 
 
 Merry Christmas, Annie dear, 
 This year and each succeeding year, 
 While life shall last. 
 
THE NEW YEAR. 
 
 COLD, cold, bitterly cold ! 
 The New Year comes with a frosty tread. 
 The Old Year went out with snap and crack. 
 'Twas a sad Old Year; 
 We are glad it is dead. 
 
TO MY BROTHER AND HIS WIFE. 
 
 [On the third anniversary of their marriage.) 
 
 I'M thinking of three years ago to-night, 
 Of the myrtle green and the blossoms white, 
 Of a fair young bride and a bridegroom gay, 
 And the pleasant hours of that wedding day. 
 
 The rain came down in copious showers 
 
 But the rooms were bright and sweet with flowers 
 
 The bride said, '' Well, let it rain as it may, 
 
 I will not be cross on my wedding day." 
 
 O fairest young bride in thy robe of white ! 
 O fondest young groom with thy smile so bright ! 
 Whether young or old, whether grave or gay, 
 W^e'll always remember your wedding day. 
 
 The sweet little girl, who has brightened life, 
 Is a joy to husband as well as wife. 
 Then teach her with loving fondness to say, 
 " It is papa's and mamma's wedding day." 
 
76 TO MY BROTHER AND HIS WIFE. 
 
 The dear little boy, who's an angel now, 
 
 With a shining wreath round his pure white brow. 
 
 Will ask the dear Lord, in his baby way. 
 
 To bless papa's and mamma's wedding day. 
 
 Then good-by, my brother and sister dear, 
 'Tis no use to wish that you both were here ; 
 But whether in Springfield or far away, 
 I'll always remember your wedding day. 
 
THE WEDDING DAY. 
 
 THE morn rose chill and dreary, 
 The clouds were thick and dark, 
 When a couple spread the sails 
 Of matrimony's barque. 
 
 It seemed to them an omen 
 That threatened future ill, 
 
 E'en though they each had courage, 
 A strong and sturdy will. 
 
 But long ere the noontide came 
 The clouds were scattered wide; 
 
 The sun rode forth in splendor 
 To kiss the fair young bride. 
 
 At close of that wedding day 
 The clouds were seas of gold. 
 
 With waves tipped in gorgeous hues, 
 Fit sign of joys untold. 
 
78 THE WEDDING DAY. 
 
 And so their voyage began, 
 Clouded with grief and care ; 
 
 But behind the clouds they knew 
 The sun was shining there. 
 
 And as their noon approaches 
 Clouds begin to sever, 
 
 Sunbeams show that very soon 
 They will have gone forever. 
 
 May their closing life be calm, 
 Peaceful, happy, and blest. 
 
 Till anchored in Heaven's port 
 And with the saints at rest. 
 
THE WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 ]\ /I ANY happy returns of your bright wedding-day, 
 ^ ' *■ May your hearts remain young as your dark 
 
 locks turn gray, 
 May the blessings of life still increase with your years 
 Till the Reaper of Time with his sickle appears. 
 May the children you love only rich blessings prove 
 Till your pathway shall end in the bright home above. 
 
THE RAIN. 
 
 T UST listen to the music of the rain, rain, rain ! 
 ^ How it dashes merrily 'gainst the window pane ! 
 When the curtain rises it sparkles in the light 
 Like diamonds coming down, this dark and stormy 
 niofht. 
 
 "HE DOETH ALL THINGS WELL." 
 
 ' I "'HE rain comes down in torrents now, 
 '^ The rivers rise and swell ; 
 We only know He guides the storm. 
 
 And '- doeth all things well." 
 
 The flood goes on, men's homes are wrecked, 
 
 Whose value none can tell ; 
 Sorrowing hearts are left to mourn. 
 
 " He doeth all things well." 
 
THE SHAVING CASE. 
 
 jyi AY sorrow ne'er wrinkle thy face, 
 
 May thy hand be strong and steady 
 The razor sharp, bright, and in place, 
 Hot water and soap e'er ready. 
 
 MR. HILLMAN'S MUSTACHE 
 
 A N honest man's a noble one, 
 ^^^ Whate'er his coat or hat ; 
 Mustache becoming is, but then 
 He's Hill-man for all that. 
 
 Appearances deceitful are ; 
 
 Deny it if you can, 
 Without good sense and honor, too. 
 
 Mustache makes not the man. 
 
FIVE LITTLE KITTENS. 
 
 FIVE little kittens, all in a heap. 
 Four were wide awake, 
 One was asleep. 
 
 Five little kittens, all in a heap. 
 Three were wide awake, 
 Two were asleep. 
 
 Five little kittens, all in a heap. 
 Two were wide awake, 
 Three were asleep. 
 
 Five little kittens, all in a heap- 
 One was wide awake, 
 Four were asleep. 
 
 Five little kittens, all in a heap. 
 None were wide awake. 
 All were asleep. 
 
HORACE GREELEY IN PORTLAND. 
 
 TT GRACE GREELEY, much we miss thee, 
 ^ ^ Thou art gone beyond our sight : 
 " Folded tents and silent Arabs " 
 E'er recall thy last good-night. 
 
 Nevermore shall Portland echo 
 Praises of the great H. G. : 
 
 When we think of lambs and farmers, 
 Doctor dear, we'll think of thee. 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 Miss Angela Small was the assistant principal of the High School in 
 Portland, Maine. After leaving school, I met her daily in my walk to 
 the oflRce. 
 
 T T ER earthly course is over now, 
 ^ -'■ And our teacher dear is gone. 
 Once more we gather closely here 
 Round her cold and silent form. 
 
 We would not wish her back again ; 
 
 She is free from toil and care. 
 Gently, gently close her eyelids. 
 
 Fold her hands, so white and fair. 
 
 We shall miss her, I, so sadly, 
 In our walks of daily life ; 
 
 But she's gone beyond all sorrow 
 And the inner, hidden strife. 
 
IN MEMORIAM. 85 
 
 She has crossed the shining river, 
 
 She has joined the angel band ; 
 And we know our Saviour called her 
 
 To that bright and happy land. 
 
 When we too have passed the river, 
 
 May we meet in Heaven above, 
 Where our other friends are waiting, 
 
 And where all is peace and love. 
 
DECORATION DAY. 
 
 T^HEY are dead, but not forgotten : 
 ^ Memory's busy pictures tell 
 Of the wounded, captured, missing, 
 Others, who in battle fell. 
 
 Husbands, fathers, sons, and lovers, 
 Who left home so long ago, 
 
 Full of courage, true to country. 
 In the dust are lying low. 
 
 Sweet they sleep. Nor martial music, 
 Nor the sound of hurrying feet. 
 
 Evermore shall wake their slumbers, 
 Silent is their last retreat. 
 
 Place the flag above their headstones, 
 Let it wave forever bright ; 
 
 Wreaths of flowers lay above them, 
 Keep them always fresh in sight. 
 
DECORATION DAY. 87 
 
 Both are emblems : one of country, 
 
 And they died to make it free ; 
 One of God's great loving kindness, 
 
 Type of immortality. 
 
 Honor then our noble dead ones, 
 
 Hold their names forever dear; 
 Nor forget, till life is ended, 
 
 This blest day of every year.- 
 
THE DEAD SEA CAPTAIN. 
 
 T^HE dear old man is dead. 
 * His form once loved in silence lies 
 Before his children's weeping eyes. 
 They loved him in their manhood's ways, 
 And gentle woman's tender praise. 
 
 How we shall miss him here I 
 Our Father, loved as only children love,— 
 By sons and daughters from above, 
 From Heaven sent to dwell on earth, 
 And cheer his pathway from their birth. 
 
 " 'Tis well," we sadly say, 
 And yet our smitten hearts do ache, 
 As though indeed with grief to break, 
 With weight of tears that will not stay. 
 But rise unbid by night and day. 
 
 We love his memory, 
 
 Recall his deeds by sea and shore. 
 
 And brave exploits the waters o'er; 
 
THE DEAD SEA CAPTAIN. 89 
 
 A gallant captain in his time, 
 From native land to foreign clime. 
 
 And now, alas ! he's gone. 
 He sails perchance in unknown seas, 
 His vessel fanned by passing breeze 
 From off some lovely isle or shore. 
 Unseen by mortals heretofore. 
 
 Becalmed, perhaps he is, 
 
 We may not know, but we will trust, 
 
 Nor give up faith until we must, 
 
 That through the darkness comes a light, 
 
 A beacon sure, strong, true, and bright. 
 
 The clouds, though dark, will break, 
 And from the mist of doubt and dread, 
 " The dreary regions of the dead," 
 Each soul shall sail by compass broad 
 Into the Gulf Stream with our Lord. 
 
 An anchor fast is He, 
 Hold firmly then by His right hand ; 
 He'll pilot us o'er sea and land. 
 Till safe upon fair Heaven's strand. 
 Oar barque forevermore shall stand. 
 
FAREWELL. 
 
 " Many moons shall wax and wane. 
 Ere I see Phillip's face again." 
 
 f^AREWELL! my friend, my life, my al 
 * How can I bear to have thee go, 
 How can I hear thy fond farewell, 
 " O sweetest friend, I love thee so ! " 
 
 And many moons shall wax and wane. 
 
 Ere I behold thy face again. 
 I may be old and past my prime, 
 
 And lingering on through joy and pain. 
 
 Full many a change there will be, 
 
 And friends, who live, may pass away. 
 
 I may be here at thy return, 
 
 I too may hear the Shepherd say, 
 
 ''' Come home, my weary one, come home, 
 
 And lay thy heavy burdens down ; 
 
 Who bears on earth my weighty cross. 
 
 In yonder Heaven wears a crown." 
 
FAREWELL. 
 
 A tender, earnest, sad farewell, 
 I bid thee Godspeed on thy way, 
 
 And pray I hear thy loving voice 
 
 And grasp thy hand some future day- 
 
 How solemn now to me farewell, 
 Perhaps the last we'll ever say. 
 
 God grant we meet in this bright world, 
 Or better one, so far away. 
 
THE DEAD FRIEND. 
 
 r^OR thee my tears are falling, 
 ^ On thee my sad thoughts dwell, 
 The joy of our acquaintance 
 No mortal tonsfue can tell. 
 
 Through tlouds and sunny weather, 
 Through joy and sorrow rare, 
 
 Thy voice was ever cheerful. 
 Thy smile was ever fair. 
 
 What though I may not see thee. 
 Nor hear thy voice to-day ? 
 
 Its memory lingers with me, 
 And cheers my lonely way. 
 
NELLY, ON THE DEATH OF HER 
 BROTHER. 
 
 OUR brother is sleeping under the sod, 
 Sleeping in peaceful, quiet rest. 
 Sadly the winds are sighing above him, 
 Gently the turf covers his breast. 
 
 With the last beams of the bright setting sun, 
 We laid our darling far from sight ; 
 
 And we never more shall see his loved form. 
 Till all wake in the great daylight. 
 
 Sadly and lonely we turn to our home, 
 
 And we mournfully say good-by. 
 We know he's not lost, only gone before. 
 
 " Thy will be done," we meekly cry. 
 
 Oh, how we shall miss him, our brother dear, 
 Husband, father, loving and kind ! 
 
 His little one comes to answer our call ; 
 Poor darling, to grief he is blind. 
 
94 NELl.Y, ON THE DEATH OF HER BROTHER. 
 
 Heaven bless his poor wife, and soothe her heart, 
 May she kiss Hands holding the rod ; 
 
 Look onward and upward with steadfast faith, 
 And train up her child for our God. 
 
 And thou, my dear friend, may I point thee to Him, 
 
 The dearest, tenderest Brother ; 
 He'll guide thee, strengthen, support, and uphold, 
 
 When help is found in none other. 
 
DEAD. 
 
 pvEAU! dead! dead! 
 ^-^ The cold earth claims its own 
 " Dust thou art '• is plainly written, 
 " To dust thou shalt return." 
 
 Dead ! dead ! dead I 
 Dear mother is no more, 
 She has crossed the gloomy river, 
 Safe on the shining shore. 
 
 Dead I dead ! dead ! 
 Asleep on Jesus' breast, 
 No sorrow e'er reaches her now% 
 No toil disturbs her rest. 
 
 Dead ! dead I dead ! 
 Oh, the sad, sad story! 
 But she has only gone before 
 And waits us in glory. 
 
96 DEAD. 
 
 Dead! dead! dead ! 
 But who more fit to die ? 
 She's one of the pure bright angels, 
 Who dwell beyond the sky. 
 
 Dead ! dead ! dead ! 
 Her spirit is near by, 
 For husband and children she waits 
 At the portals of the sky. 
 
 Dead ! dead ! dead ! 
 With jewels on her brow, 
 And a harp of gold in her hand, 
 . She praises her Lord now. 
 
 Dead ! dead ! dead ! 
 But let your hopes rise up ; 
 Your faith be strong ; 'tis dear Lord's wil 
 Ye drink this bitter cup. 
 
LONELY. 
 
 " Into each life some rain must fall, 
 Some days must be dark and dreary." 
 
 A RT thou lonely, sad, and weary ? 
 -'*■ Is there trouble everywhere ? 
 Are the days so dark and dreary, 
 And the nights so full of care ? 
 
 Go to Jesus, tell thy sorrow, 
 
 Thou wilt surely find relief ; 
 He will take thy burden from thee, 
 
 He will soothe thy every grief. 
 
 Tell Him fully, tell Him freely, 
 
 All there is to do or bear ; 
 Tell the gentle, loving Brother, 
 
 He will take thy every care. 
 
 Art thou tempted, tried, and trembling ? 
 
 Art thou smarting from a foe ? 
 Art thou passing through deep waters. 
 
 And the depths of deepest woe ? 
 
98 LONELY. 
 
 He was tried and He was tempted, 
 He was grieved, and sorrowed thus,- 
 
 And it was to help us, sinners, 
 That He suffered, died for us. 
 
 Art thou sick, bruised, and suffering ? 
 
 Dost thou need a mother's care ? 
 With His loving hands He'll heal thee, 
 
 In His arms He'll gently bear. 
 
 He, the " Great Physician," truly 
 Knoweth now thy every need. 
 
 And He'll very gladly aid thee. 
 If thou wilt His calling heed. 
 
 Art thou lonely, oh ! so lonely ? 
 
 Dost thou want a friend to share 
 All thy griefs and all thy sorrows, 
 
 All thy pleasures everywhere ? 
 
 He was lonely, oh, so lonely ! 
 
 Stayed alone while on this earth ; 
 Was shut out from every pleasure, 
 
 Every feast of joy and mirth. 
 
LONELY. 
 
 Can we not His sorrow banish ? 
 
 Can we not His burden share ? 
 Help each other on our journey, 
 
 Lighten one another's care ? 
 
 So shall we have holy comfort, 
 Great peace to us be given, 
 
 And the Father, knowing all things, 
 Reward will give in Heaven. 
 
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BROKEN FRIENDSHIPS. 
 
 T OFTEN wonder in my heart, 
 ^ And from this hope I ne'er depart, 
 Will they come back ? 
 
 Will they come back, those friends of yore, 
 And be the friends they were before ? 
 Will they come back ? 
 
 Will they come back to us again ? 
 
 And be our friends through joy and pain ? 
 
 Will they come back ? 
 
 Ah me ! who knows ? 
 
VIVE L'AMERICA!" 2d. 
 
 ^ ^ \TIVE TAmerica ! " shout we ever, 
 
 ^ " Vive r America, home of the free I " 
 Blest be the land that welcomes the stranger, 
 Blest, oh, my country, mayst thou ever be ! 
 
 Better than wealth, this land of our fathers, 
 
 Bright is the sunshine that beams on our shores 
 
 Rich the yield of our plenteous harvests, 
 
 We gather both grain and earth's richest ores. 
 
 " Vive I'America ! " shout we ever, 
 •* Vive I'America, home of the free ! " 
 
 Long live America and her people, 
 God of our fathers, we cry unto thee ! 
 
ALBUM VERSES 
 
THE SENATOR. 
 
 4 4\ 1 7HEN age, old age, comes creeping on, 
 ' ^ And we are young no more," 
 Remember then the friends you've met 
 Inside the County door. 
 
 And should a stranger chance to ask 
 Of suits you've gained or lost, 
 
 Please answer him in briefest terms, 
 This case " C. N. C." 
 
LIZZIE MARI. 
 
 "SUNNY DAYS WILL COME AGAIN." 
 
 O O they will, my darling sister, 
 ^ Sunny days for thee and me ; 
 God will open pleasant pathways, 
 Where our footsteps shall be free. 
 
 Free as birds we'll journey onward, 
 Looking upward to the Light ; 
 
 When our wings are fully strengthened, 
 Far away we'll take our flight. 
 
FANNY H. 
 
 p AN NY, remember the days we have spent 
 *■ 111 the office so closely together ; 
 In the outside world may be heat or cold, 
 In our world is the sunniest weather. 
 
 And when typo life is ended for us, 
 
 And far, far away fate says we must be, 
 
 Let your thoughts turn back with a kindly smile 
 To your e'er loving friend, Alice I. P. 
 
ANNIE AT SWEET SIXTEEN. 
 
 MAY roses bloom along thy path, 
 The skies be bright and clear, 
 And friends of youth a greeting give, 
 As closes life's long year. 
 
 KITTIE. 
 
 I FEEL so sad, to-day, my friend, 
 I scarce can tell thee why ; 
 I'm like a - without a /, 
 A • without an i. 
 
ALICE. 
 
 T T is all laid down in the Books, 
 ^ Whether we like it or no ; 
 The good and Heavenly Father, 
 In mercy meaneth it so. 
 
 MISS B. 
 
 T IFE'S lessons are tedious for some, 
 -^ But ever ready for all. 
 And as we use His strength below, 
 Hereafter we'll stand or fall. 
 
MISS McM. 
 
 "1 1 /"HETHER the future bring us weal or woe, 
 ^ ^ Our past has been friendly, — we both say so 
 As years roll on, we journey together, 
 Gay and happy through dark or bright weather. 
 
 MAY. 
 
 STRANGERS we met, but friends we shall part: 
 E'er pleasant the memory will be 
 Of fun and frames we made in this Hall, 
 In the autumn of seventy-three. 
 
GENEVA. 
 
 T ET scholars go to Germany, 
 ^-^ And the singers go to Rome ; 
 But who would care for Switzerland, 
 With '• Geneva " here at home? 
 
 F. V. C. 
 
 AIT" HEN summer is over, our holiday past, 
 ' " And scattered afar we may be, 
 
 Let your memory turn with a kindly thought, 
 To your dear friend, Alice I. P. 
 
A. M. G. 
 
 TV /I AY the days of thy life be long and sunny, 
 1 T 1 With friends ever true and plenty of money 
 While recalling thy pleasures by night or day, 
 Remember thy partner in playing croquet. 
 
 A. A. F. 
 
 QTRANGERS we met but a short time ago, 
 ^ Friends we shall part, I most certainly know 
 Long we'll remember our fun in this Hall, 
 Euchre, and candy, and music, and all. 
 
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