l87<-/ ,7^7 JC7 / POEMATIA "BLOOD DROPS, 9? BIRTHDAY LINES AND OTHER VERSES OF SOCIETY, " Most may themselves amuse, perhaps their friends, By measured lines that jingle at their ends" Risrim Teneatis, Amici P NOT PUBLISH ED, MADISON, WIS. 31. J. CANTWELL, BOOK AND JOB PRINTER, KING-ST. 1874. FOREVERMORE FOURTEEN!" To my daughter Anna. One day it seems, since first we saw Your new-born smiling een Our hearts in willing bondage draw, But you are now Fourteen. A few teeth cut, some school-terms past, Brief springs and winters keen, Vacations flitting, O how fast, And you are now Fourteen! At many a morn and eventide, More blest than proudest queen, You on my shoulder joyed to ride, But you are now Fourteen. In frolic freedom, archly gay, Life's serious hours between, How have you loved lamb-like to play, But you are now Fourteen! Your homage to the Mantuan bard, A twelvemonth I have seen, Nor have you deemed his tasks too hard, Though you were not Fourteen! A nature yours that knows no guile, Disdaining all things mean, For the whole world a heart-felt smile, O, still be just Fourteen! Stay, Time, thy course! Shield her from care! Make me but evergreen, And keep my daughter fond and fair, Forevermore Fourteen! Madison, Wis., July 2d, 1874. i 3 THE BLOOD DROPS OF CHRIST. Lines pencilled on horseback in a Syrian tour. When landing first on Sharon's plain, In walks by Jordan's stream, On Jezreel's fields of waving grain, Where Hermon's glaciers gleam. Above the crest of Olivet, And treading, many an hour, The Holy Land, I oft have met And plucked a blood-red flower. " Blood-drops of Christ," the peasants call The multitudinous gem, Which reddens thus the meadows all, From Dan to Bethlehem. The stream that gushed from Jesus' breast, In golden legend sung, Lay not in dust, knew not of rest, But straightway upward sprung. It rose this flower, which east and west, Neath Palestinian skies, Blooms earliest, latest, brightest, best, And wintry storm defies. Gray ruin o'er Judea lowers, Jerusalem lies waste, Her purest shrines, her strongest towers, By war and time defaced. Outlasting Herod's walls of stone, This blossom we behold, More gorgeously than Solomon, Its purple robes unfold. Its chalice pours in crimson flood, On each ensanguined sod, The cup of sacramental blood Shed by the Lamb of God. God, broadly on the common track, This floral angel sent, That Palestine might nowhere lack The Savior's monument. But seeking Balbec and Beyrout, No blood-drop met. my sight, As if to grow the emblem shoot Were only Judah's right. Nor marvel I, the herb of grace Confines its influence sweet, To regions where, in dolorous race, Christ walked with bleeding feet. Yet, far remote from Palestine, The mystic floweret roams, For myriad pilgrims now combine To shrine it in their homes. And farther than this ruby flower, Pilgrims beyond the sea, The blood of Christ shall prove its power To make men truly free. The Moslem crescent pales and dies, Hopeless the wizards weep, But the sole blood that purifies, On wings of fire shall sweep Through climes from which no pilgrim feet Have sought the sacred shore, When latest flowers their course complete, And earth shall be no more. When Christ the child to Egypt went, Eluding Herod's wrath, And palms, with fruit and foliage, bent Their boughs along his path. The Holy babe bade heavenward bear A branchlet from those trees, And straight an angel soared in air To do his Lord's decrees. That palm-spray, planted in the skies, There grows and bourgeons still, But, when the dead in Christ shall rise To stand on Zion's hill, From its wide grove it then shall yield The branches to be waved, In homage on the crystal field, By nations of the saved. Beneath those palms, let us believe, Blood-drops of Christ now bloom, And there angelic care receive, Till saints shall burst the tomb. One shadows forth his triumph, one His agony and war; The palms are grand, but, to atone, Blood-drops are mightier far. The palm beneficent that stooped A hungry babe to cherish, In thirsty sands no longer drooped, Sky-planted, ne'er to perish. Seeds of well-doing has thou sown, To heaven they shall soar, Bear fruits no earthly clime has known, And bear them evermore. March 22d, i868. ALCESTIS TO ADMETUS. For thee, O, sweetest spouse, my life I give, That thou through all thy years, and mine, mayst live. ON BEATA, An infant who died before her christening. From Lessixg. She who the name of JBlessed was to bear, More pleased to be than to be called, lies here. 6 BIRTHDAY VERSES. Lines to Miss Anna Bellows, at a breakfast in Damascus in honor of her Birthday. Sweet Anna! on your natal day, I proffer you some verses; And trust they may as welcome prove, As gifts from longer purses. At first, like others, I would pay A backsheesh more substantial, And sauntered through bazaar and booth. With purposes financial. This cost too much, and that you had, Another was so hateful, That no romance of Araby Could make it to you grateful. There were some others gay and nice, And cheap enough for parsons, But they'd been seized by Railroad Rice, Or wealthy General Parsons. One-half a bellows could I buy And join you as yoke-fellows, Twin-like you'd match, and loudly blow, A jolly pair of Bellows I And so the needed bellows half I sought through vast Damascus, Till traders, wearied, all have cried, "Howadji, cease to ask us!" A pair of bellows should I give, That were as thankless dole, As apples to Alcinous, To Newcastle as coal. And should I Damask roses bring, Which cordial souls bespeak, To take them you'd be scarce inclined., You wear them on each cheek. Long may they bloom there, then, my love, And pale-faced dames make jealous, When lured by coos of Venus' dove, You've lost the name of Bellows! March 26th, 1868. COLT'S REVOLVER. Jove's thunderbolt is caught and cast Within Minerva's thimble, Yet when most ponderous and vast, 'Twas ne'er so strong and nimble. But your revolver safe to hold, From Mercury's eye conceal it; Jove's dart is there so light and cold, That arch-thief sure would steal it. LADY B. TO VOLTAIRE. O, wicked wit beyond compare, O, thou incomparable Voltaire! Must I my heart's desire disclose? Be mine a wit that brightly flows, As if mine eyes each day had seen The sparkles of thy converse keen; And yet be mine such saintly grace, As if I ne'er had seen thy face. THE STATUE OF PETER IN ST. PETER'S. Baptize a Jove, or cast him in the flame, He'll rise a saint, and Romans kiss his thumb. The self-same bronze and scarcely changed in name, From Jupiter Jew Peter has become. 8 SILVER WEDDING SALUTATIONS. To Benjamin, the Steady Man, by one very unsteady. A model husband Ben has been Through five times five revolving- years; No thanks to him; he could not sin, Nor plague his wife with jealous fears. We, Ben, were born where marble blocks Enrich the earth, and sparkle fair, Yet thought them all but common rocks, Nor dreamed of statues hidden there. But when abroad my lot was cast, And famed Carrara met my eyes, I saw those quarries unsurpassed, We'd deemed so valueless a prize. So you, " Old Ben," in childish sport, Your Emily had often seen, Yet sought a paragon to court, In climes remote from Rutland Green. On Hudson's banks the northern maid, Floridian girls at lone Key West, And Western fair, you oft surveyed, By Mississippi's silver breast. Your eyes were dazed, your heart unmoved, No belle in those Carraras threw So sweet a glance as she you loved In Mountains Green, when love was new. You ranged the south, the east, the west, You fleshed your sword where foemen meet, Then wooed the queen you'd proved the best, And laid all honors at her feet. Mirages now no more allure, Mock pearls enough you've proved untrue; Why slight the pearl unique and pure Delusive phantoms to pursue? Then praise not Ben, though constant still, His nature 'tis, as seas are salt, And though all waters run down hill, He cannot be seduced to fault. Yet though flirts have no power at all On Benjamin the steady, We must not this his merit call, He's tried them all already. Omaha, Neb., September 28th, 187 1. CHRISTMAS CAROL. On finding a pencil hid under a breakfast plate. From Emily a Christmas gift, Pencil of burnished gold, A sunbeam on my soul to lift When all without is cold. How sweet to know my life-long friend Feels in my words delight, And loves her gracious aid to lend, That I them all may write! That fond illusion's quickly past, Too well, alas! I ken, Did Emily wish my words to last, She'd give a diamond pen! Dec. 25th, 187 1 . FROM THE LATIN. Apostle, who with deep amaze did'st mark The petty fane that girdled Judah's ark, What were thy wonder could thine eye survey What Rome to thee here dedicates to-day! SUS APAGE ! HAUD TIBI SPIRO ! Odors I breathe but not for thee! Insensate swine, begone from me! 10 TO MRS. E. J. W. With an Indian Arrow. To Jeannie fair what shall I send And grace my New Year greetings? All's given her by some richer friend, From silver cup to sweetings. Yet, lo! a gift unique I bring, A ponderous Pawnee arrow, Not fit young Cupid's bow to string, With Venus and her sparrow. An Indian brave, armed with this dart, Struck down the buffalo, And pierced the mountain lion's heart, On western hills of snow. Brutes yield to arrows, arrows are Against the rifle nought; So, ended is the Red Man's war, And his last battle fought. This blood-stained shaft the dark chiefs yield To pale-faced Saxon strangers, Nor longer need frontiers a shield, From wiles of savage rangers. This captured bolt on pioneers The light of peace shall lift; Then deem it for your glad New Year's A not unworthy gift. Chicago, Jan. ist, 1872. TUTELAR SAINTS. " Do you know, my poor Pat, when you enter a bar, That your guardian saint stands and weeps by the door?" Asked a Temperance Priest when crusading afar. " That," replied the young Paddy, " I knew long before, And I'll tell you the reason that moves him to cry, He's no sixpence a glassful of grog for to buy!" 11 THE HARMONY OF OPPOSITES. Wherever John and Jane appear, Through all the seasons of the year, In every car, at every ball, Folks tittering to each other call, " No fairer woman treads the ground, Nor can a homelier man be found." But soon as conversation flows And hidden, sense or folly shows, Both talk away their looks. For see! The startled hearers all agree, " No sillier woman treads the ground, Nor can a wiser man be found." No sharper contrast meets our sight, She fair as day, he foul as night, A simpleton and sage are twined, Yet none this pair mis-matched will find; He knows as much as both should do! And she looks well enough for two! CIVIL SERVICE REFORM. Swearer a foreign mission sought. No candidates were deigned a thought Save those who, if not versed in Greek, At least some foreign tongue could speak; But Swearer's game was not thus bluifed. Though nought of learning he had snuffed, Two tongues he claimed that he well knew, English and profane language too. His plea prevailed, and he was sent To Satan's court plenipotent, Since there alone he'd soon become In all the idioms quite at home. OLD IN HAIR, YOUNG IN HEART. " The boy in me will never out!" Says Ben, who threescore years has seen. " Your word," say I, " no man can doubt, At least, if you the ' Old Boy ' mean." 12 WOMAN'S RIGHTS. The Rights of Women! Women's Rights! But tell us, sapient Johnny Brights, What less than all things now is theirs, And that unharassed by man's cares? The ancient Paris woman took, Wisdom and power for her forsook. His choice is representative Of the world's course where'er men live. Minerva with all-knowing brain, And Juno with imperial train Before the charms of Venus pale, And nought for swaying men avail. Men treasure seek beyond the seas, That women sitting safe in ease, May wear the silks their fancies prize And diamonds rivaling their eyes. Their own and man's rights thus they hold; Man's all their own, his heart and gold, Only to them his wishes soar, What's left for them to covet more? CLEOPATRA. When Cleopatra frolicking In Antony's beard with fingers twined. A gypsy wildly rollicking, Espied her lover's hidden mind, A cup she brought, dissolved therein Her richest pearl with eager haste, That he a joy unique might win, And wine grow nectar to his taste. FRENCH. Professors who promise straightway to teach Parisian accent as true as they live; No student's credulous ears let them reach, Parishioners French is all they can give. 13 SECRET OF HOMEOPATHIC PROGRESS. Homoeopathy spreads in the West, Through both country and town it has pressed, Till already Chicago and schools Alike rural and urban it rules. How the new school so swiftly could grow, Ask an old school physician to show. To its truth he just nothing allows, For it has nothing true he avows. " But growth homoeopathic " — he pleads, " From high Tariffs on Railroads proceeds. For heroic prescriptions the weight Of medicinal drugs is so great, That the freight is enormous to pay. But Sir Little Pills, cheapening his way, Pockets medicine-chest as he rides, Or in carpet-bag smugglingly hides." VICARIOUS PENANCE. When CarnivaLis drawing to a close, The Roman belle to her confessor goes, And at his feet in penitential tones, Her gay and festive peccadilloes owns. Her penance is a rigorous fast through Lent. To be absolved on such terms she's content. "The fast I'll keep, she says, "from first to last; That is. Til make my servants for mefastV A LONG SERMON. Have you been, boy, to church? Yes, I have, sir, of course. About what was the sermon of Reverend Strong? I forget, but most said that the learned discourse Seemed to them about half of an hour too long. A STATUE OF NIOBE. Let Jove to stone transform me if he please. Though stone I live, thanks to Praxiteles. 14 PRECEDENCE— MEDICAL AND LEGAL. When the Teuton's best Kaiser was asked, "Shall the doctor or lawyer precede?" "Let the doctor by all means go last!" The great emperor straightway decreed. Then the lawyers, elated with joy, Begged the monarch his reasons to tell For the words which physicians annoy, And which pleased all their rivals so well. But the autocrat's reason was such As proved bitter for either to swallow. He said, "Thieves, by the laws of the Dutch, Must go first, and the headsmen must follow!" CARDS IN CHURCH. Joe, Saturday had gambled late, But Sunday came to church in state. That thus a fair show he might make; But lucklessly he lost this stake. Cards with his kerchief came to view From pocket dropped outside his pew, And falling up and down the aisle, Provoked to many a solemn smile. Joe wished himself among the dead, When people stared, and preacher said, In hopes to staunch the wretch's wound, "Thy bible, friend, is badly bound." PRAYERS OF THE WICKED. A ship that bore Plato was storm-tossed one day, On board her was also the worst of the Greeks Who smitten with fearfulness offered to pray. "Be silent," cried Plato, "and hide with the sneaks, Lest Neptune suspect that we've you here, beware, Then, nought could persuade him our vessel to spare." 15 TO REV. DR. WM. SALTER. From Summer rest on Eastern shore, Amid the loud Atlantic's roar, Back to his work of blessing men, To-day our Pastor comes again. He comes, the friend of bye-gone years, Whom every memory endears; We keep a joyous jubilee, And ring him in with bells of glee. For us the nuptial band he's bound, And brought a balm for every wound; Baptismal water he has poured, And spread the table of our Lord. Long last his mission here below, And then, may he new raptures know, Beholding us in realms above, And welcomed by our songs of love. Burlington, Iowa, Sept., 1872. RESIGNATION. When frequent knells of fondest hopes are tolled, And strokes distressful wring the heart and brow, Would we a cheering quenchless light behold, Be ours to bow while others still bow-wow. SUN AND MOON. "All others," says Pat " in the sun may delight, But for the fair moon my applause shall be steady; She shines in the night when we need beams of light, He only by day when there's too much already." MODESTY. " Mock modesty is not in me," Says Tom, "no, not a particle!" ' Twere well for Tom, — could we but see In him the genuine article. 16 TO MY WIFE, ON OUR SILVER WEDDING. The love-light when I first espied Irradiate thy girlish smiles, That very hour tore us apart, To bear thee off unnumbered miles. No keepsake had I then at hand, To beg thee as love's pledge receive, Only a knife, — but that I gave, Memento of our trysting-eve. A knife's an emblem all too true Of destinies which cut so trist Our troth-plight rapturous but brief, And still to sever us persist. A generation now has gone Since love thus sealed our two hearts one ? And hope deferred long vexed our souls, Before the wedding's golden sun. Light purses then made heavy hearts; Strengthening a much-loved sister's hands 7 Thou voyaged far on Southern seas, And patient toiled in feverous lands. While I, an awkward, unlicked cub, In market lingered out of favor, Till pilgrimage beyond the sea Had tinged my lore with classic flavor. But while sea-severed, years on years, Our union was of truer proof Than myriad couples ever know While dwelling always 'neath one roof. Our wooing-life and wedded life, Have both too much alike been spent; In both harsh fates thrust us apart, Three thousand leagues asunder sent. 17 Our lives repeat John Gilpin's race, Gilpin and spouse divided ever, Who neared and then struck out again, As planets only meet to sever. Our separations sooth have been Like fearful death by keen-edged knife, But then our meetings all the more, Wake us new-born to joyous life. One day when home from Nile I came, Moscow, or lone Pacific Isles, Thrilled us with more of ecstasy Than homelings taste through years of smiles. From thee and from our babes I've roved, Half round the mighty world and more, In Arctic frost and tropic suns, Have sought to swell our needful store. The plague, and sea-storm, bandits fierce, Arab, Italian, — Indian, Greek, — The avalanche, — fire, — vigil, — flood, — Have chased the smoothness from my cheek. And thou, meantime, hast traveled too Within the walls of household care ; Our Paradise well hast thou kept, Training the darlings treasured there. Yes, thou hast traveled too with me, As Beatrice by Dante's side, Through labyrinths of sorrow went, His angel-guardian, and guide. Visions of thee have cheered me on Through' wildernesses faint and weary, When tempted at a thousand turns, Homeless where all the world was dreary. Thou'st given me clues that led me safe In dolorous depths of purgatory, And nerved my soul the steep to climb, Excelsior to gates of glory. 18 Though courtship's gallantries depart And youthful buoyancy be past, Those fleeting flowers why do we mourn, Feasting on fruits that always last ? They've vanished, but as Faith shall cease Transfigured in eternal light, And as the stars of Hope must pale In radiance of celestial sight. Some tell us that in scores of years No words of crossness pass between them ; But speaking thus, they vainly think, Envy to move in us who've seen them. A namby-pamby style of life At best is all their lukewarm boast ; As if Dead Seas were better boons, Than ocean if in surges tossed. In heat of day, and heat of heart, Sometimes to quarrel we have tried ; But evening sun has ne'er gone down Before our lamb-like wrath had died. If not yet mine, I'd woo thee now, Thine ark I'd seek like Noah's dove, And fettered love twixt thee and me, Transcendent free-love still should prove. ■13 "3 B^ .'far? LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 015 775 455 5 * Hollinger Corp. pH 8.5