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OF ^^^ I AUG 22 1899 >// ^' ofj^ ^3 y[ Copyright, 1894, By Catherine A. Tiekney, ^0 t^e (TUemot^ of ^tx ^at^ex, 30 (Jlffectionatef^ 5n0cri6e6 6^ t^e (Jut^ot, ConttntB MISCELLANEOUS. Dreamland Stars. A Realism. Waiting for the Boys to Grow. After-wise. Under the Leaves. Mother's Piano. My Quietus. A Word of Cheer. Farewell to a Pastor. My Optimism. A Womanly Soliloquy. A Quiz. Class Song. The Nasturtium. Class Song. Took First Premium. Unsatisfied. A True Man's Love. The Abandoned Farm. Where Art Thou? The Dead Hope. Sunshine. A Lilt from the Library. One More. The Youth's Reply. The Woronoco Valley. Borrowers. A Parody. Home Joys. Too Busy. Worse Off. The Ev'ry Day Man. To A Graduate. Castle Builders. Dreamland Bridges. A Memory. Lantern Lights. At the Entrance. To a Southern Negro. An Idealist. LOVE LILTS. Love. A Coquette's Confession. On the Threshold. When My Ship Comes Ix. A Just Rebuke. The Dead Love. A Study. Farewell. The Old Fashioned Kiss. Life's Lesson. An Alipi. A Womanly Reply. A Maiden's Kiss. A Thanksgiving Offering. Stephano. Only a Friend. A Memory. Childish Love. The Fatal Kiss. A Coy Calamity. You Bid Her to Forget. A Plea for Pardon. A Snap Shot Love. DREAMLAND STARS. ONJ^Y a star from the land of dreams, Drifting across the shadowy Here ; Only a star, by whose struggling beams Lives may be brightened, far and near. Only a star from the distant shore. Known to but sages and wise men true ; Only a star, like to those of yore. Save that its brightness is sent to you. Only a star like the bright and fair. Sparkling more clearly in heaven's dome ; Only a star from the upper air. Hovering over an humble home. Only a star in our little sphere, P^ach of us doomed through a life to be ; Only a light to the loved ones dear. Only a guide for their eyes to see. Only a star in eternity's crown, Needed, though small, in the hosts above ; (.)nly a star that has drifted down, Brightly to gleam on the path of love. Only a star from the land of dreams. Drifting across the shadowy Here ; Only a star, by whose struggling beams Lives may be brightened, far and near. A REALISM. ^'OT as we willed it has our dream come true, N The time, the place, the very fact seems new ; E'en tho' the hopes we've cherished, year by year, Have by our yearnings made full doubly dear, Still 'tis not as we fancied it would be. Through mystic glamour now we clearly see The path, we dreamed with dewy roses spread, Bears many wilted leaves and blossoms dead. 'Tis not to wander idly, gladly o'er, And meet no stumbling blocks nor sorrows sore ; Dull duty, more than love, doth mark the way. And joys fleet fast, while yet the cares do stay. 'Tis long to wait for guidance from above. Heaven's light shines not with all the glare we love ; . In struggling on we learn we must not choose. Fate's chance each soul must bide, then take or lose. Ah well for him who waits divine decree. The future asking not to know nor see ; Who, childlike, takes each day its store of joy. Nor mingles it with prescient woe's alloy ; Who dreams no day dreams that can ne'er come true. And peers no farther than the path in view. WAITING FOR THE BOYS TO GROW. OTHP]R, in the cottage yonder, ..VI Why into the future wander, Wishing for your boys to grow ? Childhood love is better, purer, Of them you are ever surer, Ere into the world they go. While unto your voice the}^ hearken. Ne'er a shade they'll cause to darken Your young motherhood's bright sky ; Take, each hour, its store of pleasures, Sure love's choicest, richest treasures Round your babies' childhood lie. Wait not for the days you're planning. All bright omens ever scanning. Dreaming day dreams for your boys ; Others, too, have lost life's sweetness. Lost their hopes in full completeness, All by wasting present joys. Future 's oft a strange undoing Of the castles now we're viewing, Tow'ring castles in the air ; So, fond mother, cease your yearning. Taste the sweets you now are spurning. While your babes are free from care. AFTER-WISE. Y thoughts above the earth had flown, ..VI With fan^y wings on high, To where the twinkling stars were strewn, Like diamonds in the sky ; A melody ran through my brain, A poet's grandest song, And all enraptured with the strain, I coursed my way along. Alas ! It was the winter time ! The walk was flecked with ice ! Entranced with the melodious rhyme — Oh, gracious ! In a trice My feet went up, my head came down, I saw ten million stars ; That poet I pronounced a clown. And wished his song in — Mars. Henceforward I shall shun all songs About the stars and sky ; My thought to this world all belongs. No more I gaze on high. I'm studying the solid earth. The power of icy glaze ; Old gravitation's wondrous worth. And oddly, tricky ways. UNDER THE LEAVES. CARRY them out from your homes and your bowers, Far from the loved ones who walk by your side ; Pluck them away from your highly-prized flowers ; In the dark forests in secrecy hide Rank weeds of hatred your manhood has cherished, Selfishness, sucking the life from your heart. Bury them deep, with the seeds that have perished. Under the leaves, far from life's busy mart. Bury the hopes that the summer has blighted, With them the wrongs that brood passion and woe ; Ev'ry grave ill that can never be righted. Bigotry, jealousy, lay them all low. Under the leaves, left by winds unmolested. Bearing no fruit of fierce passion and strife ; Under the leaves, where these dread ills detested. Losing their prestige, with it lose their life. Under the leaves, by our pathway now lying. Carefully, tenderly, plant we with care. Seeds that will live while the old year is dying. And in the new time spring forth, fresh and fair. Seeds of sweet faith in the friends now beside us, Seeds of a love that will never grow old. Seeds of a hope that whatever betide us, Safe we will rest in the heavenly fold. MOTHER'S PIANO. HOW well do I remember, dears, The evenings, long gone by ; I did not mean to shed these tears, , Nor let you hear me sigh. But that piano was my friend In girlhood's happy hours ; It has both joy and hope to lend, And gracious soothing powers. My mother purchased it for me, It was her boast and pride ; Its harshest note is melody. To me, none 's sweet beside. When twilight 's stealing round me here. Its notes bring back again The old home faces, fondly dear. That beamed upon me then. And as the shadows deeper grow, A manly form I see — The father, whom you once did know. Now in eternity. Oh, darlings, he too loved its tone ; When evening shadows fell His voice oft blended with my own ; But why that story tell ? Another form its melody Bids fancy bring to view ; 'Tis of a child as dear to me As is each one of you. Her tiny hands, long cold in death, Have often strayed along Those yellow keys, her girlish breath Oft o'er them played in song. No, dears, 1 cannot with it part, The story of my life it tells ; It cheers me, though the tear drops start, And joy rings through its funeral knells. It still has hope my heart to cheer, The hope that soon again I'll see The forms which, "-tho' but mem'ries here, Abide safe in eternity. MY QUIETUS. LET no one weep for me when I shall die, Nor shadow life by wearing weeds of woe. Why should my passing cause a tear or sigh, E'en tho' beloved I were of all below? Oh, weak indeed must be that Christian mind. Which cannot look across the mould'ring tomb, And there, upon the farther border find Each hope secure, with no attending doom. My death should be, if I but live aright, A passing thro' the portals of God's love. The entrance to a day eternal, bright, With all the glory of the realms above. Then, if my loved ones wish to say farewell. Let them bring blossoms, fragrant, lily white, And trust no tear nor sigh on earth to tell My entrance to the world of life and light. A WORD OF CHEER. A LITTLE thing, you tell me, was that word Which in his childish heart the longing stirred To lead a life, b}^ learning's blessings crowned, E'en though upon the hope his fortunes frowned ; Which cheered him on when friends grew cold and strange. And wearied sought he for their cause of change. That w^ord to him a trifle, do you say ? Oh, then, if while you journey on the way Of life, you meet a lowly, struggling child. With chosen words, all hopeful, true and mild. Bid him God speed, and bless his waiting life With thoughts of cheer, they'll help him through the strife ; And when the goal is reached he'll not forget The aid you gave him ; though a trifle, yet To him 'twill seem the greatest gift on earth. If through it he becomes a man of worth. FAREWELL TO A PASTOR. yn ARE WELL ! Farewell ! L Oh, empty word ! Can you our sorrow show? The father, manly, gentle, from out our midst must go. And leave for stranger hands to reap the seed he toiled to sow Farewell ! Farewell ! s Farewell ! Farewell ! God guide and bless you in the onward way. Our grief at parting thus we cannot hope to stay, Again on earth we ne'er may meet, as in the now past day. Farewell ! Farewell ! Farewell ! Farewell ! Were there no hope beyond these fleeting years. No ray of comfort then would glimmer through our tears, But we shall meet on high, your teaching quells all fears. Farewell ! Farewell ! MY OPTIMISM. THE world is sad and cold, they say, No friends will greet us on the way ; There's naught to make the wand'rer gay, Nor much to bid him seek to stay. And yet, no Avorld but this I know. No joys but those which come and go Upon my plane, right here below ; Why should I then such joys forego? It may be, as religion tells. In lands beyond more glory dwells ; But fool is he who therefore sells All joys and lists for funeral bells. Let him, who wills aside to cast The joys, the hopes, the pleasures vast. Which crowd upon him thick and fast, Enjoy his troubles to the last. But give to me a cheerful heart, That in all glee will take its part ; I'll risk that it will bravely start Me on the road to glory's mart. I cannot deem that life was meant To be one sorroAV, wrinkled, bent, With weeping tears o'er sorrows lent By dreams, where real ones ne'er were sent. Be happy, loyal, brave and just. Enjoy the present, future trust. Live honorably, and you must Reach peace, when dust returns to dust. A WOMANLY SOLILOQUY. I'M twenty-five to-da}^, to-day! 1 Behind me lie the dewy fields, The joy, the peace, that girlhood yields, The triumphs of youth's fleeting hours. And love's first, fragrant, dewy flowers. I'm twenty-five to-day, to-day ! And would I, if I could, recall The hours so tranquil, glad withal. Ere first I learned grief's bitter thrall. When life and love w^ere all in all ? I'm tw^enty-five to-day, to-day ! Oh, yes, come back, my childish past ! Come back, if still you cannot last, Across my life your brightness cast. An instant let me hold you fast. I'm twenty-five to-day, to-day ! Begone, ye ghosts of former things ! The gate to future open flings. Aloud the call to duty rings. Time rushes past on fleetest wings. I'm twenty-five to-day, to-day ! Away, ah, yes, it must be so. Stern duty more than love to know. Is e'en the lot of all below ; My childhood, far from thee I go. I'm twenty-five to-day, to-day ! A QUIZ. HAT right have you, Miss Velvet Hand, to scorn This maid of toil you deeni so lowly born Because to earn her daily bread she 's proud, And that as beggar she has never bowed, Nor craved the right to live in idle bliss, Like 3"0u, my dainty, velvet-fingered miss? AVhat right have you to scorn? again I say. What lifted you above her, tell me, pray? In what respect are yoii, my dear, her peer? The right to scorn must rest with her, I fear. You have no rights save those which others give, For 'tis by others' toil alone you live. Look up to her, she stands above you, far. Indeed, no peer of working girl you are. I'd choose her for my heart's true friend in need. And trust her strength to aid by word and deed. A woman true, she knows no idle wrong. E'en thouo'h she hies from out hard labor's throno-._ CLASS SONG. WE are anchored to-night in the harbor of Hope, And the future before us seems clear, While the world and its glories are all in our scope, And the sweetest of joys hover near. AVe have met but few tempests on life's troubled sea, For our voyage has lain by the coast ; But to-morrow far out in the ocean sail we. Where our barks by fierce storms ma}^ be tossed. And the sailors we meet on the voyage of life Will care naught for a bark's glowing name ; 'Tis the way that it meets all the storms and the strife, That secures for a good ship its fame. For, although the ship's name may seem bright as the sun, And its finish be ever so rare, 'Twill be wrecked on mid-ocean, with life's work undone. If the structure is not planned with care. THE NASTURTIUM. IN mother's garden by the road. With other flowers bright, 'Twas there the gay nasturtium loved To greet the morning light. It trailed along the old stone wall. It nestled at our feet. With shield-shaped leaves, and fragile stem. And blossoms, dainty, sweet. I love you, gay nasturtium flower. Because you bring to me The dear old scenes of childhood days. Which ne'er aoain I'll see. CLASS SONG. MOTTO : HAVING LAMPS THEY GAVE THEM ONE TO ANOTHER. SAD good-bye and gladdest greeting Mingle in this last fond meeting, Gates to new life open swing. Lamp of Knowledge bright is burning, Child hearts earnestly are yearning For the light that we may bring. From the summits sought with pleasure, While we stored up precious treasure. Paths of usefulness we see. Wisely guided in our choosing, Loving classmates though we're losing. Still our hearts must thankful be. Stay, O gates, while we are casting One look backward, fond and lasting. On the days so swiftly sped. Touch us. Time, with soft caressing. Send, O Heaven, thy choicest blessing, As the onward paths w^e tread. TOOK FIRST PREMIUM. FARMER Jones met Farmer Brown, When cattle fair was ended ; The latter he was going to town To get his ox-cart mended. "Fine critters, them," said Farmer Jones, From off his wagon leaping, To see if he could feel their bones ; The oxen fell a sleeping. " Yes, pretty tol'rable, they are," Said Farmer Brown, right giadl}^ ; '' Took first premium at the far ; That ain't a doin' badly." Said Farmer Jones : "Naw, 'tain't, that's so. First premium 's quite a prize, sir ; But tell me, do jou chance to know Who got one less in size, sir? " " Wal ! Wal ! You know, the truth to tell. Wait till I think a minute," Said Farmer Brown ; " If I think well. No others entered in it." UNSATISFIED. A COTTAGE white, beneath the shade ±1. Of spreading cherry tree and elm, A home by mother happier made Than any palace in the realm. Upon the step a sunburned boy, With brier torn feet, all bi'own and bare. His parents' fondest hope and joy. Their greatest love, their constant care. Yet mark how wistful are his eyes. And as they meet his mother's face, " I want to be a man," he sighs ; " I'm tired of this stupid place." Long years glide by ; the barefoot lad Becomes a man, grown old and gray. Life's little taste of joy he 's had, And now he 's thinking of the day So long since fled, when first he yearned To reach his manhood's golden prime. He moans : "Life's truest bliss I spurned. Oh, to relive youth's golden time ! To taste once more the cup of joy I passed so heedless, long ago I To be again a barefoot boy Would be the greatest boon I know ! " A TRUE MAN'S LOVE. NO barrier of blood or creed, No adamantine wall of race, Of worldly gain no miser greed, Will man's true love for man efface. Though stormy seas may roll between. Though all their ways of life divide. True men are hand in hand, I ween. And each is by the other's side. Such hearts love best their native land. But still for other men can feel, And bravely by that hero stand, AVho 's prostrate 'neath a tyrant's heel. THE ABANDONED FARM. LONELY and drear, in night's radiance pale, Sombre and gray, 'gainst the low, wind-swept hill, Standeth the home, where little ones hale Long ago scampered and shouted at will. Weird are the shadows that creep o'er the floor. Where in the long ago wee toddlers played ; Black as the midnight the now long-closed door. Through which at even each tired straggler strayed. Silent are rafters that rung with their mirth. Save for the night wind's low whistle of woe ; Gone is each son from the place of his birth. Fled from the scenes that his childhood did know. WHERE ART THOU? T I THERE art thou, to-night, I wonder, V V As the distant shadows creep O'er the ocean and the woodland; Ere the world is hushed in sleep ? Do you know what cares distress us ? Do you know how deep we love Ev'ry token left behind you. When you took 3^our flight above ? Brother, do you know our sorrow? Have you shared our earthly woe ? Do you know the cross we've carried Since we laid you 'neath the snow? Did your spirit hover near us, Jn the lonely midnight hours, When the world was wrapped in slumber. Hushed all mourning, only ours? You were blest more than all others, Jesus loved you best of all ; For he took you ere earth's sorrow Wrapped us each in its dread pall. God be with you, lying lonely On the hill beneath the pines ; God be with you, darling brother, In the world where his love shines. THE DEAD HOPE. T HAD a hope so sweet and fond, 1 So noble and so pnrely right, My whole sonl conld not but respond When aught was breathed against its might. I nourished it, I prayed and yearned To have that one hope all fulfilled ; But cruel fate, so ruthless, spurned My poor request, my great hope killed. Forlorn and sad, like one bereft Of all the joy that earth can give, Despoiled, without one bright ray left, I only wished to cease to live. Days glided by, and other schemes Were sent to fill the void thus made ; New prospects showed ; I dreamed new dreams ; My old one knew but by the shade Which fell upon me oftentimes. As I sat musing o'er the days. When, cheered by all its merry chimes, I chased the old hope o'er rough ways. It may be I have sadder grown. By knowing I can be deceived ; But still my old hope has not flown, And left me wholly unrelieved ; For fate to me grants greater strength To bear my grief than it might give. To help me through life's days' dull length, Had it but let my old hope live. sunshinp:. THE world will seem all dark or bright, Just as a person views it, And each will find sufficient light, If he will only use it. To-day peer through a heavy cloud, You'll find the same to-morrow — Joy's winding-sheet, a cold grey shroud, To chill your life with sorrow. Cast open the doors of secret cells. Where skeleton woes are lying ; Life's sunshine entering gloom dispels. And sets dull cares a flying. We love the ev'ning shadoAvs long. That lend the morn fresh brightness ; Then hate not woes which make all strong To test the glad world's lightness. But stretch not midnight gloom around. To mix with glow of morning, Lest neither light nor shade be found Our life's dull day adorning. A LILT FROM THE LIBRARY. SIGHING for friends who will ne'er prove faithless, Seeking an ideal sonl to find, Needing a hero forever seathless. Come to my halls and I'll suit your mind. Dost the narrow walk of life grow weary, And the soul within thee ever sigh For a grander way than passes dreary Which join this life to the one on high? I am the home of the minds of ages, Princes of thought in my alcoves bask. Friends you may make of the wisest sages. Counsel of them you must needs but ask. Poets you'll catch in their gayest brightness, When their hearts beat high with the dreams of life, Souls all attuned but to joyful lightness, Soundino- no answerius: chord in strife. ^o From the madding rush of life's bright pleasures, Hopes of youth or the cares of thy age, Come to me sure to find priceless treasures. Hidden for thee on sweet learning's page. ONE MORE. OiSTE more has joined the mystic host beyond, One more is waiting for us over there, One more has passed this earthly loving fond. One more has reached the holy realms of pray'r. One more strong, guiding hand has left his task. One more has won at last his well-earned crown. One more has pierced this transient, earthly mask, One more has laid life's burdens gently down. One more, O God, why send this deep heart pain ? One more, and this my father, friend and guide. One more ; O Jesus, ever gentle, deign Once more to comfort those thou well dost chide. THE YOUTH'S REPLY. HE knows there's room on top, my friend ; Don't force that on the yearning mind. Which gropes in shades that darkly blend To hide the path he seeks to find. Youth 's with the multitude below. The way is crowded at the start ; The lesser life each soul must know- Before it bears the victor's part. 'Tis easy when first heights are scaled. For those who must alone begin. The place, where hosts of braves have failed. Is where the race they entered in. A fearless heart, a will of might. True love to lighten ev'ry care, A hope that no defeat can blight. The top, ah, these must lead one there. THE WORONOCO VALLEY. SWEET valley ! Blessed home among the hills 1 The mem'ries of my childhood are with thee ; Thou art the background of the scene that fills My heart with tearful, happy melody. Sweet valley ! Wheresoe'er in future days My feet may wander in the paths of life, E'en though my lot be east on roughest wa3^s, A thought of thee wilt arm me for the strife. Oh, how I love, sweet vale, thy grey green hills. Thy splendid sunsets, graved upon my heart. The music of thy gliding waters stills My throbbing pulses, aching for the start Upon the outward way, which casts behind The scenes by childhood mem'ries sanctified. Sweet valley home ! Long must I search to find A scene like thine, to me as glorified. BORROWERS. WE may not seek to live anew, To think a thought none else has known ; To see one cloud of azure blue That to no former age was shown. The world is old In thought and dress, We live as others lived before ; The beauties, which our being bless, Will come to comfort hundreds more. No verse as sweet as heaven's own chimes Is heard in this our learned age ; But e'en the same hath many times Been felt by former poets sage. The thought I deem my very own Comes mayhap from another's book ; My dream bird from afar hath flown, My knowledge from the world I took. We have no jot that 's truly ours, Our all is borrowed from the past ; We'll send it on with all our powers When we have used it to the last. O, bj^-gone days, our thanks are due For the rich store to us you gave ; Acknowledgment we'll give to you, Throughout this pathway to the grave. A PARODY. THP^ whistle blows the knell of toilsome day. The hurried crowds rush gaily home to tea, The editor doth hasten fast away And leaves his sanctum to your poetry. Beneath that rugged pile, that death's dark shade. Where lies the waste in many a saddening heap. Each in its resting-place at last well laid. The precious missives that you sent him sleep. Let not great authors mock your useful toil, The fame you loug for, though j^ou die obscure ; You give him work who doth your bright hopes spoil. Who dares your author's craze to try to cure. Perhaps in this uulonged-for spot is laid Some jewel that had passed through poet's fire. Some treatise that this nation might have swa3'ed. Some love note, sweet as that of storied lyre. Full mau}^ a gem of purest ray serene. The editor's waste paper baskets bear ; Full many a flame of thought must burn unseen. And waste its fire on the sanctum's air. HOME JOYS. T ET them enjoy it, mother, J-J The old home on the hill. For da3'^s are coming surely. When 'twill be lone and still. When sons will leave forever That haven blest behind. And girls start from the dwelling Round which their youth is twined. Give them glad mem'ries, mother, Of childhood's sunny day. To cling about the old home When they are far away. Of all its m3^riad pleasures. The choicest keep in store For wee folks, who some dsiy^ dear, AVill leave to come no more. TOO BUSY. TOO busy, to climb the winding stair To give to your love a good-by kiss ; Too busy, to cease the wear and tear Of life for a draught of earthly bliss. Too busy, as stronger shadows creep Across your face, with its deepening lines, Into baby hearts to lightly peep. To bask in the peace which o'er them shines. Too busy, to linger at the board When eventide splendors gild the earth, To list to the ever-growing hoard Of boyish caprice or girlish mirth. Too busy, when night floats softly down, . And sendeth her angels on your way, To beckon you into dreamland town. Too busy, your cares at rest to lay. Too busy ! Ah, yes ! Too rushed to live. We're serving the servant that God gave ; We're living to work, for few dare give A thouo'ht from the toil which brands a slave. '&' Too busy ! 'Tis true, through life's short years, How madly we seek death's yawning deep ! Away ! What care we for joy or tears ? Full soon on the earth's cold breast we'll sleep. And there we'll find time ! Ah, yes, to lie All silently sleeping years away ! "Too busy to live !" the winds will sigh, As o'er as they rush, nor seek to stay. WOKSE OFF. IN the crowded city streets, When the winds were wild and cold, 'Mid the crowd that ceaseless beat^, Stood a cripple, worn and old, Begging on the common way ; And his look, so worn and sad, Told how dark was his life's day, Little his to make him glad. Mournful was the glance he cast At the hurried, passing throng ; Few of those who by him passed Stopped to listen to his song. Pennies scarce were in his hat. As raising it unto his head. Murmured he : "I wish but that I were numbered with the dead." All the crowds who by him thronged Had, to sweeten life, some bliss ; He had none and felt sore wronged. Who knew misery such as his? Glancing down to hide the tear That now glistened on his cheek, In a corner cold and drear. He beheld a vision meek. With no voice to tell his woe. And no hands to toil for bread, Sat a man, who well could show 'Tis a blessing to be dead. Aud the other crippled man, Prond to own one wounded hand, Said : "I give you all I can, For I know just how you stand." Ev'ry coin within his purse Poured he in the other's cap. Thinking : ' ' He is even worse Than myself, the poor old chap ; Yet he wears a smiling face. Seems contented with his lot. Strange, though ours is a hard place. Some one else a worse has o"ot." So the crippled beggar sad Started out in life anew. When he found another lad A^^as e'en worse off of the two. Thus we live ; a darkened life Brings out sunshine in our own. And a home where sorrow 's rife Shows our joy bird has not flown. THE EV'RY DAY MAN. SING us a song of the ev'ry day man. No hero who rolls into fame. None of the leaders who drive in the van. That 's racing to win a great name. Stay of the nation that 's honored for e'er, He 's humble, yet proud of his land ; Ready a brave heart to battle to bear, For God and his nation to stand. Seeking no honor for doing his best. He toils all the day with a will. Whether he follows sweet learning's behest, Or some humbler station doth fill. TO A GRADUATE. YOU'RE leaving now the dear, familiar ways, Earth's purest joys, perchance life's brightest days. As on you go, dear friend. The coming hours will oft be lone and drear. You'll miss the hand to guide, the voice to cheer. When o'er you clouds do bend. Full oft the darkest hours come first in life, As fiercest conflicts oft begin the strife. If such should be your lot, Be constant as the faith your learning gives ; Strive nobly on ; he only truly lives Who battles but yields not. And when the hours of conflict for you cease. Ah, sweeter far will be the time of peace. And to your soul more dear. Because you conquered in the fierce affray. Whose strength is tested, if he wins the day Has thence no need to fear. CASTLE BUILDERS. HEIGH-HO ! Castle builders ! By life's storm-tossed, seething wave, Builders all, the true, the brave, And the coward and the knave. Building ever to the grave. Castle building ! Heigh-ho ! Castle builders ! Building for the waves to dash Into atoms with a crash. Building for a lightning flash To lay low — what childish, rash Castle building ! Heigh-ho ! Castle builders ! Is it not far better so ? As life's sorrows come and go. And our hopes are buried low, We have still one joy to show. Castle building ! DREAMLAND BRIDGES. DRp]AMLAND bridges, arching rivers, roaring on to nieet the sea. We have crossed your crazy structures with a babe's temerity ; We have seen the mighty torrent, roaring, tumbling, down below. Felt our pulses throbbing, aching, as across the bridge we'd go. Dreamland bridges, spanning chasms eyes of ours shall ne'er behold ; In the hours of life most blessed friends your dangers all have told, Till we'd start, and, in our anguisli, caring naught for present bliss. We have rushed to find your tortures, rushed to hear the serpents hiss. Dreamland bridges, would to heaven we could never see them more ! But 'tis ours to build and cross them, build and cross them, o'er and o'er ; Rear we then each bridge securely, not in trembling and in fears, Heed not we the sad'ning whisper of the woe fiend in our ears. Dreamland bridges, arching ever placid streams of noble joy, . Leading on to vales elysian, where there 's peace with no alloy. These we'll build ; with God to aid us, they will lead us on to him. Past the rocky, narrow pathway, where life's light too oft is dim. A MEMORY. THROUGH the mellow, mad'niiig music, Fancy paints for me a scene, More beloved and more enchanting Than aught else on earth, I ween. 'Tis a homely scene of comfort — Parents, sisters, and the boys, Each life wrapped within the others, Shared we all the dear home joys. Griefs ? There were none in that mystic. Golden time of long ago. Shadows? Yes, they came and vanished, In our true love's peaceful glow. Faded now is all the vision. Death hath entered the loved band. Gone are all the childish pleasures, Robbed were we by time's cold hand. LA^NTERN LIGHTS. EACH may not be a leading light, Set on the monnt of fame, Nor can each shine so wondrous bright, Earth will reflect the flame. Some lesser lights are needed here, To brighten by-ways dark. To make the common paths more clear, Their stumbling blocks to mark. These tiny lights may better be. Their duty better do. Than those which all may plainly see. Whose good the world may view. Fate may have made our lamp less bright Than others which we know ; Ours may be but a lantern light Condemned throuoh life to 2:0. &' But even so, if clean and clear Our flame be kept and bright, We'll ne'er have cause for shame or feaf From our wee lantern light. AT THE ENTRANCE. BEHOLD ! A glint of gladness, A shade of earthly woe, A mingling joy and sadness, As to new fields we go. For you, our shepherd holy. Now standing in life's prime, A minor tone must slowly With all the joy bells chime. There 's joy for higher duty. There 's grief for days now fled ; You 've reached life's noblest beauty, Its simpler joys are dead. But oh, how sweet the thinking That thousands bless your way, Rejoiced that you are drinking At honor's fount to-day. Lo ! baby prayers ascending, With those of men grown old, At God's white throne are blending, For him to bless your fold. Oh, father, friend the truest, Thy people's prayers to-day Must bless whate'er thou doest In ajl life's onward way. TO A SOUTHERN NEGRO. ARISE ! You've borne full long the weary burden, You've trodden well the path of grief and toil. Arise ! And claim as but your well-earned guerdon The rights of natives of your country's soil. Arise ! The way before can bear no sorrow As great as those your kindi'ed left behind. Arise ! Behold, a fairer, grander morrow, If rightly sought your race must needs be find. « Arise ! We bid you God speed, aid we proffer, We stretch to you a brother's friendly hand. Arise ! Let none the slightest insult offer If 'gainst us all he dares not take his stand. Arise ! Downtrodden, crushed, and lorig-forsaken. For you there 's room upon a higher plain. Arise ! Your stunned ambition proudly waken, Life holds no prize you may not seek to gain. AN IDEALIST. n/^NLY a dreamer," so they say, W "Merely a man of this later day. Coming to earth a century late. Doomed to suffer a dreamer's late." "Only a dreamer !" hear them scoff. Yet to the dreams of the past they doff' Their hats, and their praises loud ascend. As before the dreamer's dream they bend. Only a dreamer ! Be it so ! The grandest, greatest, here below. Have dreamed their dreams in their neighbors' scorn Until the child of their hopes was born. Only a dreamer of our time. Gifted with all the strength to climb. Heed not the idle rabble around, Who 'd level all to their own base ground. Only a dreamer ! Dream away ! What tho' success ne'er crowns your day? Live out your life as your mind doth tell, This done, oh dreamer, and all is well. Love Lilts LOVE. WHAT love? Ah, yes, this worn-out theme May yet be meet for poet's dream. Avaunt ye churls, who dare to deem It can no more with glory teem. This love ! Sweet love ! It is our nature's only hope, Life, beauty, truth, lie in its scope ; Man must indeed become a mope. Who dares without love's flame to grope. This love ! Sweet love ! The word would starve without its joy. Without love's passion, grand and coy. Which brings alike to man and boy Live happiness without alloy. This love ! Sweet love ! It holds together human life. Binds soul to soul as man and wife. Shuts out all ignorance and strife. And kills foul fiends of hatred rife. This love ! Sweet love ! Without it man becomes a knave, A low and miserable slave Of passions, which the soul deprave ; It is our hope beyond the grave. This love ! Sweet love ! A COQUETTE'S CONFESSION. IN love? Ah, yes, how can I tell The thues I've felt that mystic spell? You see, my heart 's so filled with love, It ne'er could hold one turtle-dove And own itself full satisfied. Nay, now, 'tis useless quite to chide ! The kinds I've loved ? Well, let me see ! A blonde, brunette ! Oh, verily. It were a task too useless, far. Look in my album, there they are. Oh, yes, their names I quite forget ! Good fellows all, and yet, and yet, I loved each one, and could again. In fact, I love all youngish men. My heart abounds in charity. The kind that binds all men to me, But leaves me free to go unhurt Whene'er I seek to end the flirt. ON THE THRESHOLD. SHE stood withiu her chamber there, A child, and yet a woman fau\ A child, ah yes, though twenty years She'd passed, with all their joys and tears. And yet a woman, angel bright. As free, as lovely, as the light Which played upon the golden hair. That fell upon her shoulders bare. A something, ah, what could it be. Had stirred her feelings wondrously. A something whispered sweet and low : " 1 come life's truest bliss to show. Prepare thyself, my beauteous queen, For, ere another sun is seen. The heart that now beats calm and free. Thy very own, my slave shall be ; For I am love, the willful sprite, I'll claim 3^ou for mine own, this night." She tossed aside the curling hair. And kneeling, prayed the simple prayer Each day at eventide she'd told, "Behold thy handmaid. Lord, behold." Then added : "If perchance 'tis mine To worship at a worldly shrine, To know a manly, earthly love, Then let it lead me far above The sordid passions of the time. To purer fields, a brighter clime, Than merely human lives can show. A Christian love, Lord, let me know." WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN. A MAIDEN stood by the misty sea, In twilight's witching gioam ; With smile of hope and girlish glee She watched a ship come home. " 'Twill bring my love to me," she cried, "My sailor boy, so gay." She proudly watched the vessel ride The blue waves, far away. Gaze on, sweet maid, your dream enjoy, But ah, the wak'ning woe ! You'll see no more your sailor boy, • He lies the waves below. Oh, maidens, watching ships to land, With freight of bliss untold. Smile on, while yet they near the strand, Ere yet your share you hold. Our ships do sail a stormy sea. Whose dangers none may know ; The hope most cherished, love, by thee. May now lie far below. A JUST REBUKE. WHAT right have you to seek a woman's love, The greatest prize on earth, in heaven above? You dare this gem of gems to boldly claim. What right, with sullied honor, sullied name? The maid is pure as angel from on high, As happy, too, she knows nor tear nor sigh. Why force yourself into this sinless life. You, but the wasted wreck of passions rife? Begone ! retrace your steps since first you turned From right, its pure, sweet beauty spurned ; Live o'er in thought the deeds you've done so well. The deeds of wrong which now must toll your knell. You own your nothingness, then take it hence. Nor bid a guileless girl to follow thence. Begone ! and bear your shame and grief alone. In peace depart ere yet we cast a stone. THE DEAD LOVE. DISTANT shadows soft are creeping O'er the mountain and the lea ; All my love is in thy keeping, For my heart I gave to thee. Oh, my loved one, dost thou ever, As the twilight shadows fall, Think of her, whom death didst sever From thee? Canst thou hear my call? Life and love were in thy keeping ; All my love is now at rest In tlie grave where thou art sleeping. Thou, the truest and the best. Onward slowly I am gliding, Yearningly I watch for thee ; In the land of light abiding. We shall yet united be. A STUDY. YOU bear the maiden's merry laugh, Her singing, blithe and gay, And deem 'tis hers to ever quaft" But nectar by the way. You see her careless, free, and bright, Her starry eyes aglow. And think, "With you 'tis never night. Oh, would that I were so." Poor man, you know not girlish wiles. Nor aught of woman's ways ; For oft a maiden's sweetest smiles Shine forth on darkest days. The ringing laugh is oft a sigh. The song a love dirge drear ; Her way a cloak when love is by, 'Neath which she feels no fear. But catch the lassie unaware. When tear drops dim her eyes ; You'll find what depth of soul is there. That she 's both staid and wise. You'll find, perchance, this light heart gay, 'Tis yet your task to learn ; You'll marvel at the distant day You thought she grief did spurn. FAREWELL. THAREWELL ! Farewell ! The tide of life X Is drifting us apart ; We two again may never speak And answer, heart to heart. Farewell ! It was a cruel blow That tore me thus from you. Farewell ! The best beloved of all, The soul I thought most true. My heart is sore and ne'er again Will beat so warm and free ; Our barks might well have glided on Together o'er life's sea. But oh, you willed it otherwise ! How cruel was the thrust Which started us on dif'rent ways, How heartless and unjust ! Farewell ! Farewell ! No more to meet, As in the days gone by ! Farewell ! Across the wid'ning gulf You yet may hear my cry. Farewell ! Our barks may never meet Again upon life's sea ; But oh, we're headed for one port, Where all may righted be. Farewell ! And may God give us both A pleasant voyage o'er. Though neither knows a love intense As that each had of yore. THE OLD FASHIONED KISS. J rn^^VAS only a simple, silly flirt, 1 Just that, with neither wrong nor hurt, Begun for naught but just the glee Of flirting ; and well he, well he. He liked the sport as well as I, And that was how we came to try The art of being friends, no more ; You know that art 's been tried before. 'Twas thus we sailed far, far away. Before we tried our course to stay, And then we found we ne'er could part. We'd made a far too friendly start. Love, shall we e'er forget the day, When, pausing on that happy way. We owned with youthful gladness shy, 'Twere time at length for us to try That sweet experiment of bliss. My manly lover's maiden kiss ? LIFE'S LESSON. IN childhoocrs happy vale they strayed, Sweet innocence a heaven made Of earth, no soul to them betrayed The dangers of life's ways. They dreamed the dear, old dream of love, And gay as bird or turtle-dove. As bright as angel from above. Was each through childhood's days. " We ne'er shall part, we ne'er shall part ! " He cried; "I lo%^e none else, sweet heart! We'll seek no fame in worldly mart. Content to love and rest." She spurned his love, her mind was rife With thoughts of fame in future life. She cried, ' ' Seek honor ere a wife ; The first is greatest, best." ' ' To live unknown is now a shame ; Seek fortune, glory, honor, fame. Before you offer me your name ; Love wins me not alone." He listened to the words she spoke ; His mirth arose, she must but joke ; But when the truth upon him broke. His heart became as stone. He pleaded : " Why earth's honor seek? Love, humble, innocent and meek, Is stronger far, false fame is weak; Our love is half our life. Here iu this humble cot we'll stay, Nor seek to tread you mountain way, Secluded here we'll pass our day. Come, darling, be my wife." She tossed her dainty head on high ; "I'll tread the mount of fame or die ; For joy to me can come not nigh, Without its sister, fame." He tarried, and she left him there, A weary, saddened man of care. Forever breathing but one prayer, "Come back ! Come back, sweet dame ! She reached at length the mountain crest, She'd followed fame with eager zest, And caught it, too, -the fairest, best. That of it earth can give. But oh ! her life was sad, forlorn. Full many weights of care she'd borne. Her tender heart with grief was torn, AVhile seeking how to live. Her fame but brought her added care. And oft made dark days of the fair. She longed for strength to boldly dare The hill to now descend, To seek the tiny, modest cot. Where he, her love, had cast his lot. He would not chide, she knew iie'd not. Her way to him she'd wend. She came and stood before his door ; A tot'ring step came o'er the floor, Her love an age unwieldy bore, His face she scarcely knew. He gazed at her with eyes grown dim With watching ; as she gazed at him Her brain began to reel and swim. She cried, " I've come to you ! " "I climbed the height to fortune's fold. Climbed as a trav'ler, sure and bold ; I found the region deathly cold, For love there never came. And now, all travel stained and grim. My youth gone and my brightness dim, I've come to ask a boon of him. My love, give love for fame." "Give back the love I tossed away In childhood's simple, happy day. When pleading would not force to stay My eager, willing feet." He clasped her to his heart and said : "At length, w^hen life is well nigh sped, Your lesson 's learned ; this day we'll wed. Earth's joy to-day we greet." AN ALIBI. AH, no ! It was not you I claimed The king of heart and hand ; And 'twere, I well should feel ashamed To take a woman's stand. It was a being most divine, An ideal bright and true ; The glory of my love's bright shine Had lent that form to you. I loved an almost godlike man, Endowed with heart and mind So much above the av'rage plan, His equal ne'er I'll find. But now the dream hath been dispelled ; With neither tear nor sigh I own my love's fire has been quelled, You proved an alibi. A WOMANLY REPLY. IBID you to take back j^our love, I scorn your proffered gold. Think you I e'er could look above. And yet such booty hold ! The cries of baby lips for bread. The mother's deep heart woe. The crimes of all your drunken dead, Would haunt and taunt me so. Take back your love, if such it be. For none have I to give To one too selfish e'er to see The death that others live — Aye, live, to keep you stocked with gold, To keep your hands from toil. Away ! Go count the crimes untold God reckons as your spoil. A woman free, and brave, and true To all that's great and best, Could never link herself to you. You stand no moral test. The one who'd barter souls for pelf, The helpless child who'd wrong, Would soon forget all else but self, Would love no woman long. But were your love as firm and true As yon unchanging sun, I'd proudly say, -'Rumseller, you And I can ne'er be one." A MAIDEN'S KISS. OH, friend, it is a sacred thing, A maiden's true love kiss. As holy as a wedding ring, A symbol too like this. Oh, friend, unless your heart be true. Ask not this love sign sure ; In kissing she will give to you A heart that 's sweet and pure. Oh, friend, deign not to win her love, To ask for kisses shy. Unless, as sure as God 's above, You'll love her till you die. Oh, friend, it is a sacred thing, A maiden's true love kiss, As holy as a wedding ring, A symbol too like this. A THANKSGIVING OFFERING. THANKS for the gift yon gave to me, 'Twas priceless, rich and rare; Thanks for yonr insincerity, Yonr lying love's fond snare. Thanks for the lesson that I learned From your too cunning plan ; Thanks for awakened hope, that yearned To love a manly man. Thanks for the dream I dreamed of you. In girlhood's happy day ; Thanks for the god I had in view- In you, a mass of clay. Thanks for the crime of your deceit, Thanks for the mask now off ; My love lay at a true man's feet, A hypocrite I scoff. Thanks for the nobler, higher life, ' Tis mine to freely seek ; Thanks that I ne'er became your wife. You knave, so childish weak. Thanks for the truth none else could teach You branded on my heart ; Thank God, I stand above your reach. His love holds us apart. STEPHANO. SPLENDID was the fete day's glory, Hosts of men went marching round, Men of youth and meii grown hoary. Following the drum's loud sound. With the crowd that watched them all, Stood a maiden, noble, tall, With another, pert and small. Lingered they beside the highway. Watching all with eager eyes, When from out a narrow by-way. Came to them a glad surprise ; Came Stephano them to greet, Came with eager, flying feet. To the maidens, coy and sweet. Love from out each face was shining. As they stood to gossip there ; Love each heart was close entwining. Binding both the maidens fair. To but one his love had flown. She, the older, was his own. In his heart love seed she'd sown. Gaily swelled the music's sweetness. Merrily the time rolled past ; Love now worked with 'customed fleetness. Bound them all in bondage fast. Both the maidens gave a heart. Gave it freely in love's mart. His had left him at the start. Months passed on and neither maiden Had received one word from him, From Stephano, who was laden With two loves, which made life grim. She, the little lassie coy. Gave her heart and gave her joy To this gay, young college boy. Soon her life became a burden. And she only longed to die ; Death was e'en the only guerdon That she prayed for from on high. And she made life's journey fast ; Ere the summer days had passed She had looked on earth her last. When Stephano heard her story. Heard the cause of all her grief, Vowed he : "Life for me meant glory. But my reign of joy was brief ; I have caused a maid to die. Live her life out in a sigh ; Henceforth joy must pass me by." "I have robbed one life of pleasure. Mine must for this waste in woe ; So, my darling, noble treasure. Far from thee I now must go. I have vowed I ne'er shall wed. Hungry love will not be fed, God may join us when we're dead." ^'I for liim shall pass existence In his chosen clergy's field ; Oh, my love, make no resistance, Let me to my conscience yield." Faithful, in the greatest, least Task that comes at toil or feast, Is Stephano, sainted priest. ONLY A FRIEND. ONLY a friend, fate willed it so. Merely a common, passing friend; But ah, for a friend I loved him so, Loved to the bitter, cruel end. Only a friend, we could, we deemed. Safely the path of friendship tread ; Serenely gay, we never dreamed We victims were of love's passion dread. And how we laughed at tales of love. By dreamy poets quaintly told ; Yet Cupid, from his throne above. E'en then had aimed an arrow bold. Each wounded was, yet knew it not. Till we tried our ways apart to take ; Ah, then we felt the fatal shot, One stride ahead could neither make. Only a friend, o-ood-b}^ good-by ! Only a common, passing friend! Onh^ a friend, nor sob nor sigh Must any know our hearts did rend. Only a friend, 'twas willed by fate, And 3'et we loved and must love yet ; Only a friend, through this wear}^ wait. Till life in eternity's crown is set. A MEMORY. A MEMORY ! Ah, no, that cannot be, Armine, We've loved too well to let it e'er be so ; You cannot drift from out my life, I ween, For wheresoe'er you flee my heart must go, Armine ! Armine ! What though a bitter fate should sever us, Armine? You still my light and life must ever be, For through the distance would your love be seen ; Oh, Armine, you would still be true to me, Armine ! Armine ! A memory ! Ah, no, that cannot be, Armine, A living love must e'er be thine and mine. For heart to heart we're bound, my own, my queen, You are my life, you can be none but mine, Armine ! Armine ! CHILDISH LOVE. TWO children wandered hand in hand Beside the purling stream ; The zephyrs soft their faces fanned, They dreamed the old, old dream. The old, old dream of peaceful love, To last till life should cease ; The mellowed sunlight played above. And bade them dream in peace. Years glided by, and ruthless time Cut loose the ties that bound The childish hearts ; another clime Of hope did hedge them round. Oh, happy dream of youthful joy. Love's first and brightest hour, Unmixed with earthly cares' alloy. Blest be fore'er your power. THE FATAL KISS. HE could not help it, so he said. And mayhap he said true ; He owned he straightway was ashamed So bold a deed to do. ' Twas sweet, that kiss he stole from me. But oh, 'twas fatal quite ; No more mere friends could we two be. That kiss denied the right. It was our friendship's dying sigh ; As lovers we must meet, Or gravely pass as strangers by, As strangers coldly greet. And since I could not give my heart Unto his keeping true. That kiss our pleasant ways did part. It was our sweet adieu. A COY CALAMITY. TO love or not to love? Oh, question tender. Why should you rise to taunt her troubled mind ? Alas ! her heart has lost its sole defender, She lacks the coldness that she fain would find. Oh, love, begone ! She spurns your tender wooing. You'd spoil her ev'ry hope and ev'ry plan. Avaunt ! You fain would be her great undoing. She has no thought to waste on any man. And yet, how oft she 's forced to bow in meekness. To own that love is woman's light and life ; Her noblest strength lies in her gentle weakness. Her grandest sphere is as an humble wife. But fate has oped for her another gateway. Her path must lie outside love's chosen field. So, Cupid, go ! Oh, leave in pity straightway. Before her heart unto your pleading yields. Oh, coy calamity, she ne'er has sought you ! Ha, love ! She boasts she ever spurned your power ; You came, yet step by step she bravely fought you, At length she yields, oh, happy, happy hour. YOU BID HER TO FORGET. YOU bid her to forget the past, Her happy, girlish dream ; You say that you will part at last, And must as strangers seem. How coldly you can turn from her, And leave her to her fate, While she can love none else but you. The one you bid her hate. Forget? Think you she can forget The vows of love you made. As oft in twilight's gloam you met And through its dim light strayed? A childish love ? It might be so. But ah, 'twas sweet and true ; ' Tis yours to boldly forward go. Her love abides with you. She was a child, you won her heart, ' Tis yours since first you met ; Too well you played the spider's part. And caught her in 3^our net. And now, with all your pompous pride. She loves you as her life ; You yet will gladly seek her side. And claim her as your wife. AN AUTHOR'vS TIRADE. HO, love, avaunt ! nor dare invade The solid fortress of my heart. Begone, you silly sprite ! No maid Of mind should ever take your part. Away ! I spurn your flattei'y sweet, My life I seek to live alone ; I drive you hence with flying feet. My heart must needs be made of stone. Ah, yes, and yet I know that love. The passion which I fain would hate, Comes down to man from God above. Is woman's truest, noblest fate ; And she who doth this passion spurn. Poor weary child of human fame. Scoffs at the joy for which she'd yearn, Did she not bear an author's name. To love, to love, is woman's life ; Her natural joy lies in the art Of being just a loving wife. In owning one big, manly heart. A PLEA FOR PARDON. DEAR one, forgive me if I caused you pain By friendship fond, which mayhap seemed far more. Forgive me, though forsooth, I ne'er can deign To give of love one mite past friendship's store. Forgive me ere we part, perchance fore'er ; Let no unkindly feelings come between To mar the beauty of our friendship fair. E'en though we meet no more on earthly scene. ' 'Forgive ! Forgive ! " from out my heart I cry, In pity say you hear my humble plea ; Forgive! And then that other word, "Oood-by," The noblest one of all for thee and me. A SNAP SHOT LOVE. ONLY a glance in the crowded hall. Only a flash of the eye, 'twas all. Yet each of them knew they'd met their fate, As both of them paused at the lovers' gate. Only a word, a "How do you do?" With a look that told their feelings true. Only a whisper, a fond good-by, A smiling face which hid a sigh. Only a farce, for they drifted far Into the land where the dead loves are. Only a little heart sorrow keen. Only a wound which friends never have seen. 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