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In Years of Long Ago Look Beyond The Epicureans iWhen Cupid Died PAGE I 5 5 6 7 8 9 lO lO II 12 13 14 i6 i6 17 i8 19 19 20 20 22 23 24 24 25 26 26 27 30 ii CONTENTS PAGE The Plutomaniac ...... 30 The Damned 31 He Remains • 33 Too Busy 33 There Is' No Rest , 1 : 35 The Men I Owe . 36 Wrinkles 38 The Kissing Cure 39 The Merozite , 40 Guilty Until Proven Innocent 40 Our Baby . 41 "Mortal Mind" . 41 Work 43 Too Hot . . . 44 Thy Will Be Done 45 Two Ways — One Ending 45 The Man and the Masses 46 Thy Gethsemane 47 Omnia Vanitas 48 Bequeathed to the Devil 49 Throwing Stones 51 The Open Gate 51 Oblivion — An Epitaph . 53 God Is Love 53 We Pass This Way But Once 54 If Christ Should Come To-day 55 '^^v :> (.' •"• And smiled o'er dying states, This ever changeless Jew. J (Atkin.) The Jew, and Other Poems THE JEW. Damnant quod non intelligunt. No matter where you seek, Earth's nations through and through, For race of men unique, Not one excels the Jew. He's old as Father Time ; He's shrewd and brave, I know ; He lives in every clime. Does this peculiar Jew. The hist'ry of the earth. Would have to start anew, And seek a decent birth, Without the hated Jew. He kept his racial traits, Through rolling years of woe. And smil'd o'er dying states, This ever changeless Jew. THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS He saw great nations rise, And time their might undo; As wasting comet flies, They swept apass the Jew. He saw their glowing flight, With wrecks their kingdoms strew; Then sink into the night. And leave the waiting Jew. He fought for every flag, Where men their rights pursue, And then was forc'd to beg. Scant justice for the Jew. He's done the greatest things, That mortals ever knew. And borne the deepest stings. Has this God-given Jew. He felt the cruel flame, And daily stronger grew ; He's damn'd in every name, This strange intrepid Jew. He led the darken'd way. Where mighty tempests blew, And pointed to the day. This world confounding Jew. He touch'd the lowest deeps. And to the highest flew ; The holy light that sweeps, All time, is through the Jew. He felt the foot of kings. And yielded to the blow, But knew that mighty things At last, would free the Jew. c The tyrant on his throne. Has scourged the helpless Jew. (Atkin.) THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS He bore the hated yoke By Nilus' turbid flow, Till Heaven's vengeance broke, The bondage of the Jew. He came to honor grand, In spite of every foe; And rul'd with royal hand, As only could a Jew. From Russia's frozen zone. To Afric's spicy dew. The tyrant on his throne. Has scourg'd the helpless Jew. They've painted him as black. As ever language drew. And make their sin a rack. To crucify the Jew. And Men of little mind. Of every moral hue. Have ever sought to find, Excuse to rob the Jew. When subtle trick or skill. Has foiled the Godless crew, They often seek to kill The inoffensive Jew. No narrow local trend. Will furnish you a clue, That you may comprehend, The mission of the Jew. The world was black with shame, And worthy hopes were few. Until redemption came. By Him who was a Jew. 3 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS Then let the Gentile race, By all that's good and true, Repay the debt of grace. They owe the fruitful Jew. I care not who they are, Or what g'reat things they do, They're from the Christ afar, Who strike with hate the Jew. This doctrine may seem queer. From every pagan view, For heartless slight and sneer, Are all they give the Jew. What more in folly's name. Could any man construe, Than lay an ancient blame. Upon a modern Jew? Now, when a Christian fails, To give his Master due, Christ to the cross he nails. More cruel than the Jew. This lowest, darkest deed. Beneath all heaven's blue, With love and trust betrayed, Outshames the vilest Jew. While one through jealous wrath. The holy Jesus slew, The coward breaks his faith. And puts to blush the Jew. The day is coming fast, When men for truth will sue, And tardy peace at last. Shall crown the hapless Jew. 4 While one through jealous wrath The holy Jesus slew. (The Tew.) THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS A SMILE AND A TEAR. A merry smile went flying by, And met a tear from sorrow's eye; The smile, his radiant wings drew in And ask'd the tear where he had been. To cleanse a bleeding heart, my friend, For higher hopes and better end. Sad work, poor tear, that you must do. To wash sick souls with bitter dew ; My task, from thine, is far above; I shine and cheer with joy and love. 'Tis true, my friend, replied the tear, The sun must shine, both strong and clear; But who could bear him all the while, With naught but one eternal smile? Without the cloud ; without the rain ; Without the sorrow and the pain, The world would surely sufifer loss, And many blessings turn to dross. * * * * WHAT IS A TEAR? What is a tear? A fountain clear, Whose waters drench and toss A heart upon its cross. What is a tear? A proof all drear, With wild and bitter flow, That thorns oppress the brow. s: THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS What is a tear? A solvent bier, That bears dead hopes away, And cleanses those that stay. * * * * A CURE FOR MANY ILLS. I saw a vision in the night; A dream, so good, and grand, and fair, I thought that holy right was might, And peace and love were everywhere. All voices soft; all words were kind, All deeds were truly wrought in love. And every one with noble mind For others' joy and comfort strove. The high were low ; the low were high. For all upon a level stood; None asked the wherefore or the why That made for every brother's good. Each hasten'd with a cheerful speed. That selfish people never know, To ferret out the poor ones' need And soothe the bitter pangs of woe. All men were true, all women pure, And every home a haven sweet ; For youth and age had found the cure Of ill — the golden rule complete. 6 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS THE VOICE OF GOD. And Adam said, I heard Thy voice in the Garden, and was afraid. — Gen. 3:10. O'er deep and awful things Beyond our mortal ken, There is a voice that rings In all the hearts of men : The voice of God. From lowly cottage life ; From throne and palace grand ; From marts of trade and strife Men hear and understand The voice of God. The low and petty thief; The bloody man who kills; The sad and lonely waif; Have felt its tender thrills : The voice of God. From ships that oceans sail ; From islands of the sea ; From mountain top and vale, The sinful strive to flee The voice of God. Of all the hopeful joys, That soothe the breasts of men, There's one that never cloys Nor fails, nor ever can: The voice of God. Tho' dark the night and sad; Tho' rough the road and drear; There's this to make us glad, And lead the way, and cheer: The voice of God. 7 THE JEW, 'AND OTHER POEMS Nor sin, nor shame, nor crime. That call can ever still, As o'er the hills of time It breathes a holy will : The voice of God: And men who fail to heed ; And men who scorn to care Will find in this their meed Of sharpest woe to bear: The voice of God. W 7? w w A CHILD'S PRAYER. I saw a lovely little one. So innocent and fair, Just as the day was done, Begin her evening prayer. While thus she knelt and softly pray'd. Close by her mother's side, In flowing robes of white array'd, What sins could she confide? Her voice was gently low and sweet; Her words like music rare ; On wings of loving trust, complete, Came forth that little prayer. "Our Father in Heaven," she said, And humbly bowing low; I stood and deeply wondered, How far that prayer would go. 8 . She kiK-lt and softlj- prayed, close bv her motlier' side. ( Atkin.) THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS O, world! O, far off world of woe! Could aught so weak be heard, If every voice, at once, should flow. With every human word? "Our Father in Heaven," it went, Than light, far swifter flew; All space and time were quickly rent, To pass this message through. Above that great and blessed throng. And shout of cherubim ; And passing o'er seraphic song, 'Twas truly heard by Him. Above the glit'ring hosts of light ; Up to the very throne; From that far distant world of night, The Father heard His own. * * * * IF I WERE KING. If I were King, And you, my subject true, This one great thing, Would I command you do. If I were King, Your lips guard well. In every little thing, And nothing tell With bitter words that sting. 9 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS If I were King, And you, my subject true, Did not this thing, My sword would pierce you through, If I were King. * * * * PROFANITY. To speak the name of Heaven's King, In wrath, or jest, or lie, Is but a wicked, senseless thing, For any man to say. Upon the young, it leaves a stain. That time and age will show ; And naught may ever cleanse again, The heart from such a blow. To take that sacred name in vain. Is sin without excuse ; No pure and upright man, if sane. Will stoop to such abuse. •9e- * * * HELLLO, BILL! Hello, Bill! How fares the road to-day? If you should strike a hill. Just climb it right away. Hello, Bill! I know you'll stand the test, With grit and steady will And do your very best, 10 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS Hello, Bill! The fight is fierce and grand. And we are in it still ; Just let us shake your hand. Hello, Bill! Pass on that sunny smile, And like a mountain rill, Pour out that song the while. Hello, Bill! There never was a day, So dark that it could kill. Or hold an elk at bay. Hello, Bill! Just see the light ahead, And with a gladsome trill Keep up that manly tread. Hello, Bill! We're 'most a million strong; Say, don't you feel a thrill, To see them move along? * * * * TIME SWIFTLY FLIES. Time swiftly flies ! Thy heart, so slow and dull, Heeds not the loos'ning ties That soon will cease to call. II THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS Time swiftly flies! And loving faces fade Beneath the dark'ning skies Where life's last pain is laid. Time swiftly flies ! The minutes spread their wings ; Love's call in silence dies, And leaves regretful stings. Time swiftly flies ! And hearts that love to-day Will cease their hungry cries And leave thee naught but clay. Time swiftly flies ! Awake ! O heart, I pray, And still those longing sighs, And wipe those tears away. W T? Tf W COULD WE LIVE WITHOUT THEM? There is a class of men so wise, And clever in their terms, There's not a thing beneath the skies. That they can see but germs. So, germs we eat, and germs we drink; The germ is everywhere ; Without a germ we could not wink. Or see, or feel, or hear. 12 That every scientist sliall lcle never shows In wax, or wood, or stone ; And every body knows, It comes to man alone. And thus, 'tis plain to see. It is the trail of Hfe That wears its burning way, Through flesh, in mortal strife. The sweetest face on earth, With wrinkles everywhere, Is hers who gave me birth, My kind old mother dear. 38 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS I'd rather kiss that face, With countless wrinkles strong, Than all the youthful grace. That ever come along. W "VC" w w THE KISSING CURE. There was a man in otir old town, His name, I think, was Peter Brown; He had a scolding wife, I'm sure, He tried for year and years, to cure. He'd fuss, and storm, and rave, and roar. He'd try to bribe, and scowl — and swore ; He'd smile, and sulk, and joke and grin, But could not cure her awful sin. At last, one day he thought of this: "I'll say no more, but try a kiss." So every time he saw a cloud; He'd kiss her long, he'd kiss her loud, He'd kiss her hard, he'd kiss her fast. Until the brewing storm had passed; And thus, with kisses fired straight. In countless numbers at his mate. All acid left her nature pure, And love then crowned the "Kissing Cure,' And now, O man, whoe'er thou art. Just take this lesson to thy heart: No woman's sin can long endure. That magic balm, the "Kissing Cure." 39 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS THE MEROZTTE. A Merozite is he who shirks, With one excuse or other; His brain or hand he never works, For neighbor, friend or for brother. His own affairs, alone, he heeds. And these are all for selfish end; He never thinks of others' needs, Or kindly helping hand to lend. He has but one consuming thought, And that is for himself alone ; All other earthly things are naught, If he can just achieve his own. No matter what the case may be, You might as well appeal to wood. Because you cannot make him see, That any gen'rous deed is good. w "X" "}& 4f GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN INNOCENT. In golden trustful days of old, We often hear it plainly told. That every man from guilt was free. Until his friends its proof could see. But now, alas ! 'tis changed around, And every man is guilty found. Until he proves beyond a doubt, He's not a rogue or lying lout. 40 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS OUR BABY. O, thou embryonic postulation, Of hope, desire and high expectation! Thou anthropomorphic riddle ! As full of harmonies and discords as a fiddle, Thou physiological, gelatinous concatenation, Called by philosophical appellation, Organic functions constructed of minute cells, Subject to cramp, and croup and many spells, A compound psychological intuition ; A usurper, of seditious constitution ; An occult energy, surpassing protoplasmic gra- dation. In the congenerous elements of orderly creation; An onward link of sub-angelic race, To run and rule in cosmic space; An anti-biolytic bloom. To smite and chase domestic gloom; An atom of intellectual essence ; An emotional cataclysm in effervescence, A mysterious coruscation, by night and by day, Is this mammalian mite, our baby. w w "77 W "MORTAL MIND." Dedicated to those modern Phyronists who never die, hut just "pass on." When pains of any kind Do strike your fleshy parts Like stinging poison darts, It's only mortal mind. 41 THE JEW, 'AND OTHER POEMS When fever, croup or gout Doth burn your very bones And fill your soul with groans It's mortal mind en route. When frosty chills combin'd, Congeal your marrow fat, Oh, do not heed all that It's only mortal mind. With every nerve unrined, And every muscle drawn As if by metal sawn Tis naught but mortal mind. No pain can ever find A lodging place within A single human skin, It's only mortal mind. If old, and deaf and blind. It's useless to deny, And say it's all a lie, Except the mortal mind. To sleep or drink or dine, Is jvist a passing sham And every man will damn. Because its mortal mind. No other law can bind, To lie, or cheat or kill, Is but the erring will Of any mortal mind. 42 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS To sigh, or weep, or whine, Or even yield to death, Because you're short of breath, Is naught but mortal mind. So, after all the grind, Of fears, of death, and sin, We now, at last, begin, To learn it's mortal mind. And, every ill defin'd. Is born of vicious dreams, And is not what it seems — It's only mortal mind. The biggest chunk, my friend. Of sin that lies around, And blights your holy ground. Is Mammon's mortal mind. T? ^ % W WORK. O, blessed work ! Kind heaven's tender gift sent down, And they who shirk Thee, lose both peace and honor's crown. O, blessed work ! The mighty King upon his throne, Who will not lurk. But speeds the wheel of progress on. 43 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS O, blessed work ! The only tonic that can calm, In light or dark And save what idleness would damn. * * * * TOO HOT. Too hot to eat, too hot to sleep, Too hot to laugh, too hot to weep; Too hot to work, too hot to play, Too hot to live by night or day. Too hot to think, too hot to feel, Too hot to stand or lie or kneel ; Too hot for any earthly use — Too hot ! is every one's excuse. Too hot for church, too hot to pray, Too hot to seek the narrow way ; Too hot to preach, too hot to sing, Too hot for any mortal thing. Too hot to love, too hot to hate, Too hot to seek, too hot to wait ; Too hot ! Too hot ! We hear it loud From all the selfish, grumbling crowd. Too hot! too hot! the plaintive cry, From every sinner passing by ; Too hot for aught but self's desire — Too hot to flee a hotter fire! 44 THE JEW, 'AND OTHER POEMS THY WILL BE DONE. Thy will be done! How simple 'tis to say, But is the vict'ry won In that short way ? Thy will be done ! From careless lips arise; The work is ne'er begun With heartless cries. Thy will be done ! The listless soul doth pray, Then quickly seeks to shun The selfless way. Thy will be done ! But make it easy, Lord, Until my race is run ; Would such be heard? ■» * * * TWO WAYS— ONE ENDING. The miser wears his life away, To pile the shillings high; The spendthrift turns the night to day And makes the shillings fly. The first did sadly sin In loving yellow dust; The last a bitter curse did win Through dissipating lust. 45 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS And, thus, 'tis plain to see, The ways o"f men may cross, But in the end, they all agree, In deeds of gain or loss — •5f * * -x- THE MAN AND THE MASSES. How often do we see, A man of mean degree, In highest places stand, With self conceit, so grand. By subtile trick, or fate, Or party faith, or hate, He's carried into place, Without a saving grace. He trades in passions low, With gab in endless flow. And gets the public ear. And works the people dear. Strong men must stand aside. And for their country's pride, In silence blush with shame, While fools defile her name. "Oh! let the people rule!" Yes, like the dunce at school ; They've ever been the slave, Of some big mouthed knave. No vote of any size, Can make a statesman wise. Or help the dumb masses. Make angels of asses. 46 Just as thy Master knelt in prayer Upon the cold and barren stones. CThe Jew.) THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS THY GETHSEMANE. A Lenten Ode. In shadows of Gethsemane Thy heart shall drink the cup of woe, And bow in agony That none but God shall know. Just as thy Master knelt in prayer, Upon the cold and barren stones Thou, too, must enter there With sighs and tears and groans. And as He fought with powers great And drank that bitter cup for all That night will shape thy fate; Thy soul shalt rise or fall. It may be care or sickness dire, It may be long farewells that slay Thy heart till hope expire And blackness shroud thy way ; Or bitter words, or cruel acts ; Or things that conscience will not hush ; Or stern and deathless facts Thy spirit seem to crush, Or loving duties left unwrought Through selfish weakness low, And all the Master taught That each his work might know. O, friend ! take heed to this, I pray. When thy Gethsemane shall come; His love alone can stay The storm of hopeless doom ; His gentle arm can bear thee up ; His mercy soothe thy fainting heart ; He holds the testing cup ; He bore the greater part. 47 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS OMNIA VANITAS. Now, look, my friend, look well, 'tis there, In that dark hole of mother earth ; The shadows of our deep despair ; Will tell the tale of mortal worth. Beneath those chilly sodden stones, Away from life, and light, and air. Now lie the softly crumbling bones, Of one so strong, and brave, and fair. Thy blood may chill, but look again. And bid thy throbbing heart be still. Nor heed the wild and cruel pain, That reason thwarts, but doth not kill. Bid reason hence, let faith supreme Thy courage arm and make thee strong To witness here, no madman's dream ; A state like this shall be thine own. A lesson here thou shouldest learn, That human flesh is frail and weak, And pride doth loathe and hotly spurn, The mighty truth I fain would speak. Beneath that warp'd and grimy lid, Where nauseous fumes and odors rise. Consuming gas and sharp acid. Outwit the good, and strong, and wise. Now see the skin to blackness turn'd. More somber than it's gruesome bed ; The marble brow is stain'd and burn'd By drops of slimy earth o'er head. They slowly fall into the eye; Dissolve the lid and drive the ball Aback, until it now doth lie. Upon the lifeless brain ; worms crawl Within the sockets of the skull And gloat upon their fallen foe; 48 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS The rosy cheek, once fair and full, Of life and mirth, now grins with woe; And sever'd clean the ragged bone ; The pearly teeth with mould and clay Are cover'd thick, like moss on stone, That had in slime for ages lay. The brain, the throne of thought, doth lie A rotten mass, too cold to heed the sting Of insects at their ghoulish prey Upon the flesh of this poor King, The heart, that central source of life, Where love, her holy incense burn'd. Now floats in dark corruption rife. The fate of all that love hath mourn'd, The tongue, once warm and eloquent. With sweetest harmonies of thought, Is from its roots, most sadly rent, And all its might is turn'd to naught, The gentle hand with magic touch. Has vanish'd into common clay ; Can'st thou not think of thine as such When brought beneath death's cruel sway? ****** At last, when death itself is dead, Then vanity shall be no more, Each mortal in his silent bed. And not a man from shore to shore. * * * * BEQUEATHED TO THE DEVIL. In England many years ago An unbeliever wished to show, While in a raging fit, His great satanic wit. 49 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS He own'd a farm, both large and fine With grain, and fruit, and herds of kine; A land beyond compare With plenty and to spare. At last, he came to face the dust, And had to die, as all men must; His will he made secure To last while years endure. He hated God, he hated man, He hated all that hatred can, Of things upon this earth That love and light gave birth. He had no kin that he could trust. He knew no friend, but greed and lust And vow'd the sordid crown His wealth should never own. 'Tis strange, but true it is to tell His farm he will'd to the devil, His soul and body, too, Into this gift he threw. The highest court in English land Has said, this will must ever stand Appeal can naught avail To break this strange entail. The devil owns that farm to-day But all its worth has pass'd away; Its beauty long since fled ; Its herds of kine are dead. SO The devil owns that farm to-dav. (Atkin.) THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS The devil's own ! how truly plain, Where everything that's good is slain With naught but thorns and weeds And countless evil seeds. Not only lands and stocks and gold; Do daily join the devil's fold ; To Satan bequeathed! Oh, friend! E'en souls to this descend. -X- -Sf * * THROWING STONES. Yes, throwing stones, In bitter tones. And crushing hearts that ache Is just the way the evil take, To get their mite Of vicious spite. To cast a stone, There's one alone, The Master said that might begin ; 'Tis he who's truly free from sin; If here about, Let him step out ! •X- -x- * * THE OPEN GATE. There is a plaintive cry ; The burden of a sigh ; We hear it more and more, It flies from shore to shore. 51 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS It echoes down the years ; It throbs with ghostly fears ; It quakes with chilHng cares; Is bath'd in bitter tears. There is no cry more rife; Than this sad cry for life, From hungry souls that seek, From yearning hearts that break. And this it pleads to know, If aught in truth can show: Is death an open gate. Or solid wall of slate? Have faith, my fickle friend ; For death is not an end ; 'Tis folly to bemoan, This seeming wall of stone, Before his birth, could man, Tell where this life began, Or have a single thought, How this great world is wrought ? The gate through which he came. Like death, is just the same, Unconscious and untried — To all, it opens wide. What lies beyond the grave. Unseen through death's dark wave, Is clear as life's first mom, The day before we're born. 52 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS OBLIVION— AN EPITAPH. Here lies the dust of Mister Down, A man forsooth, of great renown. But what he was, and what he did. Are seal'd within his coffin Hd. Now, pause, dear friend, before this stone; 'Twill not be long 'till you'll be gone, And where you are, or how you fare, Pray who will know, and who will care ? Men scheme and plan, both day and night ; They break with truth, and scorn the right, They swell with pride and vain conceit. As if they hoped the grave to cheat. They fight for place, and wealth, and fame ; They sell their honor and their name, And when the fitful strife is o'er, They have a bed like this — no more. * * * * GOD IS LOVE. The Great Thought of the Nativity. Yes, God is love ! The angels sing, And hov'ring o'er the earth On joyous wing. Proclaim love's human birth. 53 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS Yes, God is love! The echoes fly Around a world of woe, To low and high, And ever onward go. Yes, God is love! The Prince of peace Has surely come to reign; Let hatred cease, And holy love remain. Yes, God is love! This must be true, The gift portrays the heart All nature through. And love gives all, not part. tS" TT V? 77 WE PASS THIS WAY BUT ONCE. But once, we pass this way ; But once, we have this day; But once its gifts it brings, Of good or evil things, But once, we pass this way; O, heed without delay; The message that it bears. The duty it declares. But once, we pass this way; Do all the good you may; With gentle thought and deed For every soul in need. 54 THE JEW, AND OTHER POEMS But once, we pass this way; Let every word you say. And every act you do Speak for the kind and true. 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