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THE LIBRARY OF 
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 Two Copies Received 
 
 JUN. 19 1901 
 
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 B. F. WOODCOX. 
 
BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 AND OTHER POEMS. 
 
 THE AUTHOR originally intended to publish 
 this book for private circulation only, but owing to the 
 relative cheapness of bringing out a larger edition, he 
 has issued several hundred copies more than needed 
 for private circulation, and these several hundred 
 copies will therefore be sold for the sum of 40 cents 
 a copy, postpaid to any address in the United States. 
 
 ALL ORDERS should be accompanied by remit- 
 tance and addressed to 
 
 B. F. WOODCOX, 
 Millersburg, Elkhart Co., Indiana. 
 
Go FortK My Poems. 
 
 Go forth, my poems of lily white, 
 
 Go forth where duty bids you go. 
 
 Be a light in dark mid-night, 
 
 And go forth, in the darkened world to sow 
 
 A few germs of light upon its plain 
 
 That will shine with the luster of a poets name. 
 
MY AIM. 
 
 I love not fame 
 Nor the honors of earth 
 There is nothing in a name, 
 To give happiness birth. 
 
 Yet love I my art, 
 For my art is a power; 
 Like the bow-man's dart, 
 Heavenward it towers. 
 
 I strive to win, 
 By pening sweet rhimes; 
 To save from sin. 
 And terrible crimes. 
 
 Thus my life to spend, 
 A happy life indeed, 
 The Godly to defend; 
 The sinful to recrede. 
 
 'Tis a book worthy your consideration. 
 Read the pages to the right. 
 You are now at the station. 
 Take passage while you might. 
 
 I 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Preface — Go Forth My Poems ------ 6 
 
 Introduction — My Aim -----__-7 
 
 Beyond the Store Light ------- 9 
 
 To Mrs. M G. R . - 14 
 
 Sweet Friendship -------- 15 
 
 Alas, for My Fallen Friend! - - - -- --16 
 
 The Fate of Man - - - - 17 
 
 In That Distant Day 18 
 
 The Law of the World ------- 21 
 
 Laten Talents --------- 22 
 
 The Face Is a Book - - - 23 
 
 If I Had But Heeded - 24 
 
 To a Deflourer - - 27 
 
 To Miss B J - 29 
 
 We Remember ----30 
 
 She Does Not Know 31 
 
 To a Coquette - - - 32 
 
 A Fancy - 34 
 
 My Individuality ---------35 
 
 A Questioned Rose ---------36 
 
 Parental Influence 38 
 
 The Dead ----- 39 
 
 If We All Were Wise - - - 40 
 
 You Are Mine i I Am Thine 41 
 
 A Vision - 43 
 
 A Social Law Exposed - -- - - - - -45 
 
 I'm Married --------- 45 
 
 To 47 
 
 We Do Not See the Real ------- 48 
 
 To a Ruined Beauty -- 49 
 
 O, It Pays ---------- SO 
 
 Within My Soul - . - - - - - - - 51 
 
 Weakness Is Sin --_----_ 52 
 
 To You In Life's Valley - - - - - - - 54 
 
 The History of Her Life 55 
 
 The Beautiful— To Us With Artist Souls 56 
 
 A Little History 57 
 
 Singers Do Not Laugh at Each Other - - - - - 61 
 
 Us, the Brave . - = 62 
 
 The Poet's Mission 63 
 
'Bcvond the Store UIgbt 
 and 0tber i^oems« 
 
 Beyond the Store»Light. 
 
 Just beyond the rays from the store-light 
 
 She paused, in the darkness, on that Friday night, 
 
 And glanced back along the half -lighted street 
 
 Until her eyes a youthful form did meet, 
 
 She watched him till down the street he disappeared 
 
 Then she murmured, smiling: "He's alone; not as I feared." 
 
 The youth's quick eye in the shadow had seen, 
 
 A girlish j&gure he knew, and his eye did gleam. 
 
 With a light that they had never before shown. 
 
 He had discovered a secret that he had never known. 
 
 And though he had discovered it, yet he did not know 
 
 The degree of the light that in that bosom did glow. 
 
 This girl he secretly loved from his very heart's core. 
 
 She had always appeared to him as a friend, — no more. 
 
 He had long desired to show, yet had not dared 
 
 To let her know that for her he cared. 
 
 And as he walked homeward his thoughts held such a sway 
 
 That even the inky darkness could not drive them away. 
 
 To his study he went, and there without a light 
 He sat thinking and thinking far into the night. 
 Thinking of the girl in the shadow he had seen, 
 And wondering if it could be real, or a dream, 
 Thus he sat till the hour of two had passed 
 Before he sought his bed and tried to rest. 
 
10 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 She in her room sat long that night, 
 
 While in her soul there burnt a faint light, 
 
 And she wished that this youth with her, would go, 
 
 Why she wished this she could not tell. She did not know 
 
 That the first spark of love, is but a faint desire. 
 
 That if fanned is likely the whole soul to fire. 
 
 She did not know, and in truth did not care. 
 For this youth was refined, was good and was fair. 
 He was worthy, she thought, of any girl she knew. 
 And she murmured, smiling: "he's worthy of me too,"^ 
 She smiled many times as she thought of her future life. 
 And said, half aloud: "I would love to be his wife." 
 
 Thus she sat thinking while the night did flee. 
 
 Once she murmured: "I wonder if he's thinking of me." 
 
 As the clock struck two she retired to her bed 
 
 And laid on her pillow her auburn robed head, 
 
 And then in her dreams she soared away 
 
 To be the guests of the angels till break of day. 
 
 Life's channels are hidden, and no one knows. 
 
 The way they travel till o'er them he goes. 
 
 Oft they appear to the eye as a continuous light. 
 
 When in reality they are as dark as mid-night. 
 
 Thus next morning, in this youth's eye, a light was seen; 
 
 A light that never afterward in his eye did gleam. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 11 
 
 For early that morning before the darkness had passed away, 
 While yet the twilight lingered between the night and the day 
 Came the story that a man, in that shadow, had been seen 
 With the girl that had made this youth's eye to gleam. 
 It was but a vicious lie, by a scandalous tongue spoken 
 But it left this pure minded youth, heart broken. 
 
 Of all the crimes a depraved woman can commit 
 
 The crime of prostitution is the one least fit 
 
 To be forgiven by man; and this youth's life being pure, 
 
 He could not the thought of this crime endure. 
 
 The girl seen in the shadow, he held in a different light 
 
 From what he had held her but the previous night. 
 
 He accepted the story as it was to him told, 
 
 And thought perhaps she had yielded for gold. 
 
 It did not matter for what such a crime was done. 
 
 It did not matter when or where such a life begun. 
 
 It was enough that the girl in the shadow, he had seen 
 
 Could lead such a life ; could toward such a crime lean. 
 
 Ah, why is it that first love will so easily believe, 
 The loved to be guilty of crime, and trying to deceive ? 
 Why is it that jealousy to the youth is so easily driven. 
 When to his nature love and charity is given ? 
 But such feelings are, in the youthful heart to be found. 
 And when stirred by suspicion they seem to abound. 
 
12 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 So meeting her on his way down town, 
 He passed her by with not' but a frown, 
 And though often she passed by him that day, 
 He always turned his head the opposite way. 
 She at last disappointed, with her wishes denied 
 Went to her bed room, and there sat and cried. 
 
 Oh! What have I done that he should be so unkind? 
 Am I not like him, as good, as noble, as refined? 
 Have I ever done ought, that ladyhood does not endure ? 
 Have I not lived a life that is spotless and pure ? 
 Yet I received from him today nothing but a frown, 
 And he turned his head when I passed him up town. 
 
 Lovely maiden, do not cry. The wrong cord is rung. 
 
 You have been wronged by a scandalous tongue. 
 
 You must be strong if you would succeed 
 
 For with this haughty youth you must plead; 
 
 Else he to hate you soon will be driven. 
 
 And two hearts will lose that for which they have striven. 
 
 Time has its changes, as day has its night. 
 
 And what seem wrong today may tomorrow seem right. 
 
 But this youth could not from his heart drive away 
 
 The stories he had heard on the previous day. 
 
 And the maiden he once loved to his very heart's core. 
 
 He declared that he did not love any more. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 13 
 
 So sensitive was he to the scandalous lies; 
 
 So deep in his soul did he prostitution despise; 
 
 Say what you would, and do what you can; 
 
 Each minute, each hour, seemed his hatred to fan, 
 
 And that love that was rooted in his very heart's core 
 
 If some change comes not soon will be, alas! no more. 
 
 O maiden! if ever in your life now, forget your pride, 
 Hasten! O Hasten! to this anguish suffering youth's side, 
 Tell him that you are innocent ; that all he has been told is a lie. 
 Tell him that when you were in the shadow, no man was nigh 
 Do not delay for tomorrow it may be too late. 
 Each minute, each hour, each day, increases his hate. 
 
 But this maiden; alas! if the truth must be said, 
 
 Instead of seeing him that day, lay on her bed, 
 
 With an ache in her head and a throb in her heart. 
 
 And her face wet with tears, from where tears always start. 
 
 She was crying herself sick, yet she spoke not a word. 
 
 At dusk her mother entered, but her mother was not heard. 
 
 For sickness was there. This maiden was ill, 
 
 The doctor came often and large grew his bill. 
 
 But this youth, that had believed all the vicious lies spoken. 
 
 Came not near her, for his heart was broken, 
 
 And the explanation, that would have destroyed his hate, 
 
 Need not now be spoken for it is, alas! too late, 
 
14 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 This maiden was sick long, the sickest of her life, 
 
 For between two conflicting powers, fierce was the strife, 
 
 But life at last conquered and health returned to her cheek, 
 
 And ever afterward from this youth she did shrink. 
 
 Soon after, excepting another as a mate for life 
 
 She done her duty, and proved a good wife. 
 
 Though through her whole life there was an unsatisfied desire 
 
 For love had left there a few sparks of its fire. 
 
 Though, her life was lonely and oft times sad. 
 
 Yet there were times when she was both happy and glad, 
 
 For her life was stainless, and her husband was kind. 
 
 And his presence oft times drove the past from her mind. 
 
 This youth never married, if I must say the word. 
 
 And his voice among the gay was never again heard. 
 
 He wrote many a book, and won quite a name. 
 
 He lives today in the high of his fame. 
 
 Yet he often thinks, in his lonely life, of the long passed night 
 
 And of the girl seen in the shadow beyond the store-light. 
 
 To Mrs. M G. R. . 
 
 Her goodness and her virtuous soul entwines, 
 And entwines around such souls as mine. 
 'Tis you, yes you, who's Christ-like life reminds 
 Us of our imperfect and blemished lives. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 15 
 
 Sweet Friendship. 
 
 Sweet friendship! wrap me in thy folds; 
 Let me feel thy soothing presence near, 
 
 And while onward the years of my life rolls, 
 Be to my life a sweet, loving messenger. 
 
 Bear to my sorrow the sympathy of condolence. 
 Add to my joys the smile of friendly admiration. 
 
 Be to my character an all-powerful influence, 
 And to my soul the means of its salvation. 
 
 Sweet friendship! be my guardian angel; 
 Strew perfumed flowers along my earthly path; 
 
 All unworthy temptations from me repel. 
 And ever intervene in my behalf. 
 
16 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 Ala.s. For My Fa^llen Friend! 
 
 Alas, for my fallen friend ! 
 She will not rise. 
 Her restless spirit bears her on ; 
 And like a plank that on the water lies, 
 She is by the current carried along; 
 And rescue is impossible. 
 
 She will not rise 
 
 Her restless soul. 
 Imprisoned in the chains of passion, 
 Sinks each day, with faltering step — 
 Her will from her is swept — 
 
 And like a plucked lily that lies 
 Withering on its mother soil. 
 
 She will pass from out this world 
 With the mantle of crime 'round her furl'd. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 1*7 
 
 The Fatte of MslIi. 
 
 Alas! it is the fate of man, 
 
 When beauty crowned with grace, 
 Appears upon the stran; 
 
 In the form of one sweet face. 
 
 Oh! sweet face with beauty great, 
 Man loves thy charms to see ; 
 
 Although 'tis the seal of fate; 
 Man's conquered by degree. 
 
 He f aulters for a word of trust, 
 
 When victory's mount might tread. 
 And turns white with fear 
 When beauty turns her head. 
 
 But encourage that seed of light, 
 That beauty herself has sown, 
 
 And all will come aright 
 When the seed she plants, has grown. 
 
18 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 In ThoLt Distatnt Da^y. 
 
 The night was dark, 
 Yet darkness yet, was he, 
 Who walked with her along silently; 
 Each step was one step near fate, 
 That soon o'er her life would close the gate 
 Of disgrace and crime. 
 
 Her features was light, 
 Yet, in spirit, lighter yet was she. 
 Who walked along with him willfully; 
 Not knowing that her steps meant fate, 
 That o'er her soul was to close the gate 
 Of disgrace and crime. 
 
 He spoke of love, 
 
 Yet, lover not was he. 
 He chose to deceive her most willfully. 
 And to lead her downward to that fate 
 That was soon to close o'er her the gate 
 
 Of disgrace and crime. 
 
 She believed his word. 
 Yet, believed it not did he. 
 For in his heart a spark of divinity, 
 Struggled hard to have him relate 
 The truth, and save the disgraceful gate 
 From closing o'er her soul. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 19 
 
 She grew weaker, 
 
 Yet weaker not grew he, 
 For wrong had conquered the divinity. 
 Each mill ate now was one nearer fate 
 When he, would close o'er her the gate 
 
 Of disgrace and crime. 
 
 She yielded to him, 
 Yet, yielded he not to her. 
 For in the future he meant to refer, 
 To her as one who by crime, not fate. 
 Had closed o'er her own soul the gate 
 Of disgrace and crime. 
 
 She now is disgraced, 
 
 Yet, disgraced not is he. 
 Who walked with her that dark night silently, 
 And who by his own crime, her fate, 
 Closed o'er her soul the henious gate 
 
 Of disgrace and crime. 
 
 He is a criminal, 
 
 Yet, a criminal not is he, 
 For society gives man the right and the liberty. 
 To lead the innocent and the pure to fate; 
 To close o'er their souls the henious gate 
 
 Of disgrace and crime. 
 
20 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 But how will it be 
 
 In that distant day? 
 Christ will wash wronged women's disgrace away 
 And with smiling features rebuke their fate, 
 And open to them that heavenly gate, 
 
 And bid them ent«r. 
 
 Then Christ will say, 
 
 In that distant day, , 
 To guilty men, you deflourers away. 
 And with frowning face he'll say: "'tis crime not 
 
 fate" 
 And close to them that heavenly gate. 
 And give them, what they gave women, disgrace. 
 
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AND OTHER POEMS. 21 
 
 The Lslw of The World. 
 
 If a man should slip and fall — 
 
 Pick-him-up. 
 If by impurity his soul he should soil — 
 
 Pick-him-up, pick-him-up. 
 If a woman should make a mis-step — 
 
 Kick-her-down. 
 If she would reform, yet — 
 No matter, kick-her down, kick-her-down. 
 If some deflourer on her has frowned — 
 Kick-her-down, kick-her-down, kick-her-down. 
 
BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 LaLten Talents. 
 
 Each week, each day, each hour, 
 
 I discover the visible hand 
 Of some great laten power, 
 
 That if by ambition was f ann'd 
 Would rule the world with a mighty hand. 
 
 In youth, in maiden, in young and old. 
 Wherever the human race has plod. 
 
 There one finds talents, more precious than gold. 
 Hid behind some visible cloud. 
 
 That hangs o'er them like a shroud. 
 
 Laten talents, that could rule the world. 
 
 And learn the poets how to sing. 
 Exists in plenty; but with flag fuVl'd, 
 
 And their power an insignificant thing. 
 Compared to the power they might in the world bring. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 
 
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 The Fatce Is a. Book. 
 
 Sin leaves its stain 
 
 On the heart and brain, 
 It casts its shadow o'er the face, 
 It weaves no beauty. It adds no grace 
 To man, nor woman, nor child. 
 
 The face is a book, 
 
 And if we look, 
 We can see there a story written. 
 Perhaps one so sublime. 
 
 That no poetic rhyme 
 Is lofty enough to duplicate it. 
 
 Each nerve and muscle does its part. 
 In duplicating the heart, 
 
 And portraying its secrets so plain, 
 
 That if we are not blind. 
 Its secrets we can find 
 
 At a glance at the features of the face. 
 
24 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 If I HaLd But Heeded. 
 
 Long ago a pathetic vision 
 Appeared within my mind's eye, 
 
 And there it stayed with the decision 
 My soul's desire to deny. 
 
 It was one Sunday morning, 
 While I yet remained in bed. 
 
 It came as a mysterious warning. 
 Not from the living, but from the dead. 
 
 I beheld in the dusky twilight, 
 An image I had seen oft before. 
 
 And as I smiled with delight, 
 A shadow fell cross the floor. 
 
 Within that shadow a heart 
 Lay bleading on the floor ; 
 
 Near it laid a dart. 
 Engraved with the words: "no more. 
 
 Since that vision-seen morning 
 I met a maiden fair. 
 
 At each meeting that warning 
 Said to my soul: "be-aware." 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 35 
 
 But heeding not the visions token 
 I have lingered by her side, 
 
 Listening to her words gently spoken. 
 And watching her girlish stride. 
 
 Tracing out each line of beauty, 
 Looking into her lovely eye; 
 
 Thinking it but a pleasant duty, 
 The mysterious warning to defy. 
 
 But o'er my soul has come a feeling; 
 A restlessness, and a desire — 
 
 More and more has it come stealing, 
 Until my whole soul is on fire. 
 
 Yet while this restless feeling 
 Is gnashing at my heart's core. 
 
 Nightly comes the vision, revealing, 
 The mysterious dart engraved: "no more. 
 
 Today in the embrace of another, 
 I saw her the image of my heart, 
 
 And as I looked there appeared mother 
 Holding in her hand that mysterious dart. 
 
36 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT. 
 
 Oh! if I had heeded the warning 
 Given me from that mysterious shore, 
 
 I would not now be mourning — 
 A jilted lover, with happiness no more. 
 
 She is gone, gone, 
 And my life f orlorne — 
 O would that I had never been born! 
 
 She is gone, gone. 
 And I am broken hearted. 
 
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AND OTHER POEMS. 27 
 
 To a. Deflourer. 
 
 Thou the ignoblest of the ignoble, 
 
 The cruelest of the cruel, 
 
 Come hither and behold thy work: 
 
 Know not thou yonder maiden, 
 
 Whose company thou so chose to keep? 
 
 Why go not thou to meet her? 
 
 Ah! me thinks I know why; 
 
 This maiden was once pretty, plus good, plus pure. 
 
 But now she sallies through the street, 
 
 Like one who is known to crime. 
 
 Doest thou see, she pauses to speak. 
 
 With that character of ill repute. 
 
 Alas! is this the maiden I knew 
 
 But four short months ago ? 
 
 What has brought her so low? 
 
 She breathes no more with innocence. 
 
 Poor child! What sorrow thou has brought 
 
 Thy mother, who thou once did love. 
 
 Me thinks thou knew not crime 
 
 Till another brought you hither. 
 
 It was you, even you, ignoble youth; 
 
 Thou who rides the foremost wave 
 
 Of society, and appear so innocent. 
 
 Thou brought this maiden to her ruin. 
 
 And yet, she is not thy only victim; 
 
 Another sleeps in yonder tomb, 
 
 Slain by her own trembling hand 
 
28 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 Because she braved death rather than shame. 
 
 Shame! that thou should yet choose another, 
 
 Yet did I not see you but last night 
 
 Smile on one whose virtuous character 
 
 None dare question, save it be thee. 
 
 Thou will yet add her to thy victims; 
 
 By art and flattery thou will possess 
 
 Her confidence, and then thou wilt betray, 
 
 Yea, ruin, disgrace, cast down her virtue; 
 
 None save only at their cost have found you out. 
 
 Yet there is one who knows you. 
 
 And that one raises to wage war. 
 
 Behold thy enemy, it is even I. 
 
 Thou tremble, yea, and not without cause, 
 
 For by thy enemy's sword thou shall fall; 
 
 Most cruel deflourer, the public shall know, 
 
 That thou art the enemy of innocence. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 29 
 
 To Miss B J- 
 
 Ah, fair sunbeam, 'tis to thee, 
 Thou, sung so sweetly the other night. 
 
 Come sing another song to me; 
 'T will set my thoughts aright. 
 
 Your beauty excells, tho' your song 
 Soothes my spirit to rest 
 
 Lovely child, I'd do thee wrong, 
 Did I not say: "thou art blest." 
 
 Fair sunbeam, come sing to me, 
 With your lips and your beauty; 
 
 Ere like an angle you'll flee, 
 Leaving me but the memory. 
 
30 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 We Remember. 
 
 It is mid-night and the rain in torrents is descending, 
 The flashes of light to the wildness of night is lending 
 New terrors to the scenes that engulf our earth tonight 
 And adds to our uneasiness a melancholy sense of fright. 
 
 We move our chairs to the fire and in silence, think o'er the 
 
 past, 
 And things that we have long forgotten come now within our 
 
 grasp. 
 We think of Charley and Myrtle and the children of our 
 
 childhood days. 
 And we wonder if they have forgotten us and forgotten our 
 
 childhood play. 
 
 We remember, perhaps but faintly, when childhood days 
 
 were o'er, 
 How us boys and girls met together, at the old school house 
 
 door. 
 And there in mutual union, like a family, we all were one, 
 
 And we sigh as we think tonight of those schooldays that are 
 gone. 
 
 We recall that tender parting when from home and mother 
 
 we passed 
 Out into the world among its struggling masses to be classed 
 
 And we think how little of happiness we have known since 
 
 that hour 
 That we passed from the school and home, to the world of 
 
 pomp and power. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. ^^ 
 
 She Does Not Know. 
 
 She does not know that a tender feeling 
 Is gushing up front my heart's core; 
 
 Nor that o'er me a fonder love is stealing, 
 Than my soul has known before. 
 
 She little dreams that these meetings 
 Have so much happiness for me in store, 
 
 Or that her friendly greetings 
 Encourage' a love not known before. 
 
 Me thinks she too enjoys these evenings, 
 That for me are moments of bliss. 
 
 Are not her girlish cleavings 
 Being secretly changed by this? 
 
 Is there not a divine desire; 
 
 A nameless longing in her breast, 
 That will gradually set on fire 
 
 Till with a passionate love she is possessed? 
 
33 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 To a. Coqxiette. 
 
 Ah, thou art the most unhappy of earth's creation, 
 
 And yet, you tremble at my approach; — 
 
 Fear not! I am but a humble artist, come 
 
 To paint your picture, not your career. 
 
 Thou stood some thirty years ago, on the lawn, 
 
 Of your humble home in Northern Indiana; — ' 
 
 Beauty, stately grace and virtue you commanded. 
 
 And love fondly murmured your name, 
 
 Yet I behold you today, Alas! 
 
 Where are they; that beauty; that grace; that virtue; 
 
 Or the lover that fondly bowed before you ? 
 
 Gone! yea and gone forever. 
 
 Me sees no beauty, yet beauty once was there ; 
 
 Nor do I behold a single trace of virtue 
 
 As I saw it, in your embrace, years ago. 
 
 None is your companion, save dark ambition. 
 
 And he dares to mock you — listen! 
 
 Does thou not hear? He calls you a fool, 
 
 And with scorn, points at you and says — Coquette. 
 
 Thou shudder, and thou may well shudder. 
 
 For he says truly — Coquette. 
 
 O foolish maiden! thou who has wronged 
 
 Many noble young men, have you awoke at last ? 
 
 Then tell me where is he — 
 
 The lover that stood upon the lawn, nay. 
 
 Knelt upon the lawn, some thirty years ago? 
 
 Ah, you weep; but weep in vain — 
 
 One tear then, might have saved him; 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 33 
 
 One gentle word made him happy; 
 But it was spoken not, and he 
 Like the wild-wood white lily, 
 Plucked and cast in the sun, has withered. 
 And gone back to earth — forgotten! 
 Nay! not forgotten; thou will never forget 
 The first victim of your heartless career. 
 Listen! I came here not to mistreat you; 
 But to paint your picture — no more. 
 Me thinks thou has paid dearly enough 
 For what thou would have, yet will have not; 
 But I came to paint your picture, and be gone 
 Back to the studio from whence I came. 
 On the wall of my humble studio, hangs one picture. 
 'Tis the picture of girlhood innocence, unstained. 
 From that canvas beauty smiles so gracefully 
 That an artist's only happiness is to look upon 
 That canvas and behold the ideal 
 That has won him immortal fame. 
 Can you guess whose picture it is? 
 Behold, I will hang this picture beside it, 
 On the wall of my humble studio. 
 So that all who cross my threshold shall behold 
 Beauty, grace and innocence, and where these quali- 
 ties are not. 
 To all who ask me to explain, I will say: 
 Behold, here is beauty, grace and virtue combined, 
 Here they should be; yet they are not, 
 'Tis but a simple story; "Thirty years a Coquette." 
 
34 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 A Fancy. 
 
 Nature smilingly from her throne 
 In forest, in lake or on the green, 
 
 Has sweet peace around me thrown 
 
 That makes earth a heavenly sphere seem. 
 
 Far into the forest I would tarry, 
 
 And by the lake or on the green rest. 
 
 I would some wild- wood flower marry 
 And be by nature, honored and blest. 
 
 My home I'd have beneath some tree. 
 
 My shelter the green foliage of the beech, 
 
 My friends the wild-wood bird and bee. 
 My duty to learn their parts of speech. 
 
 I'd bid the world of mankind farewell, 
 And from out its sphere I'd flee ; 
 
 And with my friends I'd forever dwell, 
 
 With forest, with lake, with flower, with 
 bird, with bee. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 35 
 
 My Individuality. 
 
 Fame with all its binding splendor, 
 Is but a spark in my soul's desire ; 
 
 And all the beauty of the opposite gender 
 Would not set my soul on fire. 
 
 I would not give a moment's inspiration 
 
 For all the wealth to which man is heir; 
 
 Nor would I yield my beloved vocation 
 For all that to the eye is fair. 
 
 Yet deep in my heart there is a place 
 
 Too sacred for inspiration to have entered, 
 
 And closed around that sacred place 
 
 Are all my other desires, divinely centered. 
 
 To be a man and do as manhood should 
 
 Is the reigning power within that sacred spot. 
 
 'Tis a will to be pure, a desire to be good 
 A wish to be what most men are not. 
 
36 BEYOND THE STORE I.IGHT 
 
 A Questioned Rose. 
 
 A questioned Rose, with faded cheeks, 
 Where beauty once did bloom, 
 
 Now stands o'er a grave and weeps 
 For one who has met his doom. 
 
 She might have saved a tear stained cheek 
 And maintained a guiltless name; 
 
 But now, Alas! all will shriek 
 
 From her sorrow, guilt and shame. 
 
 Last moon, with its silver light looked down, 
 On a bed where innocence slept; 
 
 But now its light adds but a frown, 
 To the tears that have been wept. 
 
 Closed o'er her heart a hand is lain, 
 And in its grasp she shrieks. 
 
 For mercy to the heartless main. 
 And to the innocent, she speaks. 
 
 "My life, once pure as morning light, 
 
 Whose welcome rays the darkness pierce, 
 
 Now marred by an impure blight. 
 And a passion wild and fierce," 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 37 
 
 * 'A warning hand to my rescue came. 
 And plunged into the deep to save; 
 
 But I, so ambitious for social fame, 
 Heeded not the warning he gave," 
 
 "First crime, like a far off star. 
 
 Shining in the heavenly sphere, 
 Was shunned as if it came to mar — 
 
 My sensitive nature was crowned with fear." 
 
 "The sun-set blush could not compare, 
 
 Though it appeared at the dawn of night. 
 
 With the blush of shame, left there 
 
 When the first thought of evil took flight. " 
 
 "But a mind once stained by the poison grasp, 
 Of impure thoughts, of desired crime, 
 
 Can not to virtue long hold fast. 
 Or expect to escape the fine." 
 
 "Here lies my friend, my only friend. 
 He died in hopes my virtue to save. 
 
 I now, beyond the reach of mortal hand, 
 Come in shame to weep o'er his grave. " 
 
38 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 "Had I but heeded his warning cry, 
 
 I'd be one of the purest stars of light — 
 
 Alas! by shame and crime I must die, 
 
 Stained forever, by an impure blight," 
 
 ^ra ^f* ^f 
 
 Parental Influence. 
 
 Man is but the product 
 
 Of childhood's early discipline. 
 You can tell by his conduct 
 
 What his parents did for him. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 39 
 
 The DeaLd. 
 
 My friends are the dead — 
 Iminortal are they — 
 
 Their spirits have fled; 
 
 Their bodies gone to decay: 
 But still 'round me are they. 
 
 Think not the dead are dead — 
 'Tis a materialist delusion. 
 
 Think not the spirits have fled 
 To some far off seclusion — 
 'Tis a dogmatic delusion. 
 
 The dead inhabit the earth — 
 Invisible to the human eye. 
 
 They sit beside your hearth; 
 
 Unnoticed you pass them by — 
 They're invisible to human eye. 
 
 The maid'n weeps for her lover, 
 Who on some death-bed died — 
 
 I look, behold no other 
 
 Than he, stands by her side — 
 He that on the death-bed died. 
 
40 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 The dead are truly generous, 
 Tho' invisible to our eye, 
 
 Those that were near to us, 
 Are still in spirit nigh; 
 But invisible to our eye. 
 
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 If We All Were Wise. 
 
 If we all were wise — 
 
 Oh, how sublime! 
 
 We'd all then despise 
 
 The appearance of crime; 
 
 And Earth would no longer be Earth; 
 
 And pain would be driven away; 
 
 And Heaven would have its birth 
 
 On Earth, this very day. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 41 
 
 Yo\i Are Mine, I Am Thine. 
 
 It was quite late and Gerone 
 
 Had gone to bed before me 
 
 And as I started past her room 
 
 I moved with abated breath and silently, 
 
 For I thought I heard a moan, 
 
 And a sound like a maiden weeping. 
 
 Could it be, I asked myself dumf ounded, 
 
 That one so beautiful and gay as she— 
 
 My heart from its depth sounded 
 
 No, no, not thee, not thee, 
 
 Of all those who could weep 
 
 Surely, Oh! surely, not thee. 
 
 But harking not to the sound within me, 
 
 I stood and listened before her door. 
 
 All seemed to be dark and silently. 
 
 But then, I heard that sound once more, 
 
 A low and soft like murmur 
 
 Floated on the air as heard before. 
 
 Did my ears deceive me? I shuddered. 
 
 As I thought of but an hour before, 
 
 My heart within me fluttered and fluttered 
 
 And my face with agony was glow. 
 
 No, no, not thee, not thee. 
 
 All others could be sad but not thee. 
 
 But still that sound was repeated. 
 
 She was weeping, and I before her door. 
 
 With pain and agony my brain was heated, 
 
 As I thought of a little while before 
 
43 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 How I had so thoughtlessly mistreated 
 
 Her, whose image on ray heart I wore. 
 
 Could it be, she thought I did not love, 
 
 And the thoughts her tender heart was breaking? 
 
 I do, I do, I murmured I love, 
 
 And my whole being with emotion was shaking. 
 
 Yes, yes, and thee, and thee, 
 
 And yet you are weeping, are weeping. 
 
 Still from her room came the sound. 
 
 The low murmuring sound of her weeping, 
 
 And with each murmur my heart gave a bound 
 
 And over my being came sweeping 
 
 The sense of mistreatment and wrong. 
 
 I could, I would save her from weeping. 
 
 Through the doorway, and before her I knelt. 
 
 And pleaded for forgiveness and love 
 
 Oh! the joy! the joy! that was felt 
 
 When we yielded to each other's love. 
 
 No more shall you weep, my darling, no more. 
 
 You are mine. I am thine. This is love. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 43 
 
 A Vision.*. 
 
 Last night ere the twi-light 
 
 Had long passed into the great beyond 
 
 While sitting in my study thinking, 
 
 Suddenly I felt myself sinking, sinking, 
 
 And all was white 
 
 And night was there no more. 
 
 The door opened and on the floor 
 
 I heard the silent tread of spirit feet — 
 
 Invisible forms were entering. 
 
 And around me were centering — 
 
 The clock struck five, 
 
 And life from me seemed to ebb. 
 
 How fast the time flew past! 
 
 I heard the spirits, one by one depart. 
 
 Half -unconsciously I sat there seeing 
 
 My spirit guests withdraw — time was fleeing — 
 
 I heard them close the door, 
 
 And before me all grew dark. 
 
 Suddenly I saw a light, and an angel in white 
 
 Appeared sitting in my study chair. 
 
 He looked at me smiling, 
 
 And his right hand was lying 
 
 On the page of an open book — 
 
 I looked and saw there my name. 
 
 ♦Written Nov. 25, 1900. Sunset 4:35. 
 
44 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 The date and my fate 
 
 Was there written in golden letters. 
 
 I heard the angel explaining 
 
 But could not catch his meaning. 
 
 He finished and smiled 
 
 And, while I looked, vanished. 
 
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AND OTHER POEMS. 45 
 
 A SocioLl Law Exposed. 
 
 If a maiden should make a mis-step — scoff. 
 
 If she should be wronged and cast down — hold aloof. 
 
 Do not let her raise her head. 
 
 Make of shame her earthly bed. 
 
 Feed her on the hardest bread. 
 
 Make her wish that she was dead. 
 
 Paint her life a scarlet red. 
 
 If a youth should happen to slip — laugh. 
 
 If he should into impure channels drift — still laugh. 
 
 Let him do as he please. 
 
 Make his bed with social ease. 
 
 Shade him with the shadest trees. 
 
 Guard him against every disease. 
 
 Honor his name .on every breeze. 
 
 Thus the world has long been doing. 
 
 Both the maid's and youth's rights misconstruing. 
 
 Giving to one what ought not be given. 
 
 Driving the other where she ought not be driven. 
 
46 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 I'm Married. 
 
 I'm baffled now! 
 
 For she has grasped 
 The emblem of freedom from my hand. 
 Around my wrists the bracelets clasp, 
 Those iron shackles of a marriage band. 
 
 I'm no longer free! 
 
 I can not now adore 
 Those beautiful ladies I once admired. 
 Perhaps I may see them once more, 
 To tell them the sad news, "I've retired." 
 
 I've retired, have I? 
 
 Yes, freedom is no more; 
 Yet it was once to me so sweet. 
 Now I'm met at the door 
 With the broom, and — "Sweep your feet! 
 
 "Sweep your feet!" 
 The welcome words I hear 
 Before I get within a rod of the door ; 
 Of course I answer, "Yes, dear," 
 And sweep my feet for an hour or more. 
 Because I'm married. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 47 
 
 To 
 
 friend! O noble friend of mine! 
 
 1 would around your soul entwine, 
 And with sacred silken threads tie fast, 
 My friendship, which for you will e'er last. 
 
 True! yea, the truest of thine I'd be. 
 I'd live for you, as you for me. 
 And through this life we'd together twine; 
 You true to my friendship, I true to thine. 
 
48 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 We Do Not See the Reatl. 
 
 We cannot see the real. 
 The real is the invisible. 
 
 We see with our eyes the sun 
 As it passes from east to west, 
 And we say "Its course is run" 
 When at dusk, it sinks to rest. 
 
 But reality says: "The sun has not moved. 
 It is the earth through space speeding." 
 And science this fact has proved, 
 That the sense of sight is misleading. 
 
 We cannot see the real. 
 The real is the invisible. 
 
 The sky seems to meet earth in the distance; 
 The mountain seems but a few miles off; 
 Life appears to be but a carnal existence, 
 And heaven a place somewhere aloft. 
 
 But such is not the reality. 
 We are deceived by our sight. 
 We have not the faculty 
 Of seeing, as sees the Infinite. 
 
 We can not see the real. 
 The real is the invisible. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 49 
 
 To a Ruined Beatuty. 
 
 The saddest page in the saddest history, 
 
 Is when I look into your face, 
 For I see there the darkest mystery 
 
 Of crime inter-mingled with shame and disgrace. 
 
 The saddest th6ught of my life is then. 
 
 The sadest thing that ever flitted through my brain 
 Is the thought of beauty, when, 
 
 It bears the blush of shame. 
 
50 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 O, It Pays. 
 
 We little dream that the world knows 
 
 Our secret pleasure, our little crimes, our woes — 
 
 Tho' deeply imbeded in our secret mine, 
 
 And covered deep by the elapse of time; 
 
 Yet while we sleep our secrets fly away 
 
 And preach to the world from the steeps of day. 
 
 How oft we think we have our secret concealed; 
 When we wake next morn' we find it revealed, 
 And perched upon the public mind 
 Our secret displayed, we look and find — 
 Each glance, each look, each downcast eye 
 We understand and know the reason why. 
 
 O, it pays to live so that the world 
 
 Will see, when our inmost soul is unfurl'd, 
 
 No secrets save those that are good and chaste, 
 
 And we will have lifted the world a pace. 
 
 Somebody's ideal we will then, surely be 
 
 And help some soul to be good, pure and heavenly. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 51 
 
 Within My Soul. 
 
 Silence! All is silent within my soul — 
 
 But listen! hear that death bell toll! 
 
 See the casket! See the candles! See the watchers 
 there! 
 
 Look into the casket! See the form most fair! 
 
 What means this ? Who has departed ? 
 My spirit answers: "One, the cruel hearted; 
 One who chose to steal, to charm and to despise, 
 Is dead and in this lovely casket lies." 
 
 Look ! some one kneals by the casket in prayer. 
 Who is he? Who is the one that can care 
 For the cruel hearted, the misleader, the coquette, 
 That lead men to love and then to regret? 
 
 Ah, it is my spirit! It is myself! 
 Forgetting the past in the sympathy of an hour, 
 And praying o'er the lifeless form that's left, 
 When love is denied and beyond my power. 
 
52 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT. 
 
 WeaLkrvess Is Sin. 
 
 A DREAM. 
 
 "Weakness is sin," 
 
 I heard the angel softly saying, 
 
 "Weakness is sin, 
 
 And it is the world swaying." 
 
 I looked. 
 
 And beheld a beautiful maiden 
 
 Standing on a lofty mountain height. 
 
 She seemed to waver, then 
 
 Her cheeks with paleness grew white — 
 
 "Weakness is sin." 
 
 I heard the angel softly repeating. 
 
 The maiden trembled as if with fright, 
 
 And she made motion as if retreating — 
 
 "Weakness is sin, 
 
 To hesitate is lost," 
 
 The words fell so gently 
 
 From the angel's lips, 
 
 That the maiden took courage, 
 
 And turned about 
 
 And once more, started to climb 
 
 Up a higher mount. ' 
 
 And as she started to climb 
 
 I looked below. 
 
 And lo, a mighty flood had begun to flow. 
 
 Gradually toward the mountain top 
 
 It crept along 
 
 (Though she saw it not) 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 
 
 And many on the mountain side 
 
 Were swept away, 
 
 And died. 
 
 But the maiden's step was firm 
 
 (She faltered not) 
 
 And ever when she reached a top 
 
 Another height she started to climb, 
 
 Unconscious of the fact 
 
 That the flood her course had tracked; 
 
 Ever waiting for the time to come, 
 
 When she should falter 
 
 And turn back. 
 
 But no, her strength had won, 
 
 I heard the angel whisper, "Well done." 
 
 For on the highest height she stood 
 
 A perfect specimen of womanhood. 
 "Weakness is sin," 
 
 I looked below. 
 
 O'er the earth where the flood did flow, 
 
 And saw the many faces white. 
 
 That had faltered on the path of right. 
 
 Or hesitated to the highest height to go 
 
 Were swept away by the flood 
 
 To the valley below. 
 
 And there where crime had sported long, 
 
 They died among its hell- stained throng. 
 
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54 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 To You In Life's VsLlley, 
 
 I visited a grave the other night, 
 
 Where a vine had woven 'round, 
 And I looked upon the headstone white 
 
 And there, I this inscription found: 
 ' 'She lived beside the forest lily, 
 
 Her soul was like its whiteness. 
 She triumphed in life's valley. 
 
 By walking in its likeness. " 
 
 Ah, to you still in life's valley, 
 
 A lesson this inscription bears to you, 
 A life as stainless as a forest lily, 
 
 Can be yours if you will pursue 
 A simple course through life's journey — 
 
 Ever hold a stainless ideal before your eye 
 And allow self control to be your attorney, 
 
 And a spotless character you will edify. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 55 
 
 The History of Her Life. 
 
 She looked at him, 
 
 And a shadow crossed her face; 
 And it never disappeared, 
 
 But always held its place. 
 
 In after years, 
 
 When without a friend. 
 The thought great tears 
 
 To her eyes did send. 
 
 Her life ruined, 
 
 And her soul destroyed; 
 And all she had endured 
 
 Of no avoid, 
 
 She cast away. 
 
 And down below. 
 In the cold depths of the bay. 
 
 She chose to go. 
 
 All because she loved him, 
 
 She had thrown her life away. 
 
 And because of her sin, 
 
 In the cold depth, dead, she lay. 
 
 L.ofC. 
 
56 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 The Bea\itif\il,— 
 
 To Us With Artist Souls. 
 
 The beautiful is extremely lovely 
 
 To us with artist souls; 
 And it grows sublimely heavenly, 
 
 As it our lives control. 
 
 We yield to its sublime influence, 
 And unearthly happiness is ours; 
 
 And charmed by its poetic eloquence, 
 Great is our creative powers. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 57 
 
 A Little History. 
 
 INTRODUCTION. 
 
 Who was she, the noble yet fallen one, 
 
 Who had come to save and then was gone; 
 
 Who arose from the depth of crime that night 
 
 To defy a defiourer in his might. 
 
 And commission me to save and defend 
 
 An innocent woman, her girl-hood friend, 
 
 From the snares of that deflourer without a heart. 
 
 Who was planning her ruin With his art ? 
 
 I went forth at that midnight hour 
 Regardless of a descending shower. 
 For she would not have our meeting known, 
 And I was to meet her at night and alone. 
 
 Who was she and why did she wish to meet 
 Me within some dark midnight retreat? 
 I wondered as i neared the place, 
 Where I hoped soon to see her face. 
 
 Beneath the old half torn down shed 
 Where oft my father's sheep I'd fed, 
 I paused to wait the next flash of light. 
 That was to set me on my path aright. 
 
58 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 But ere it came, I heard a sigh 
 Like some one breathing hard near by, 
 And I knew that she was waiting me 
 Beneath the shed and not the tree. 
 
 "I have come," I cried, "This stormy night. 
 As you fair maiden willed I might, 
 To be at your service, for this I am here, 
 I come at j^our bidding so do not fear." 
 
 Scarcely had the words from my lips passed 
 When around my waist an arm was clasped, 
 And a soft low voice whispered in my ear 
 I know you Frank, and I do not fear. 
 
 "I have come," she said, "borne down with shame. 
 A girl you'd know if I disclose my name; 
 But why should I tell, even you, all, 
 And sadden your heart by my fall?" 
 
 ' T come to bid you save from the grasp 
 Of a deflourer, one who is held fast. 
 And one that if you do not save 
 Will fill with me, a prostitute's grave. " 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 59 
 
 "Two years have passed tonight, Frank, 
 
 Since I yielded to him and sank — 
 
 With flattery and vows of love he won 
 
 My love, betrayed my confidence and was done." 
 
 "He seeks another victim, she was once my friend, 
 And I come to ask you to her defend. 
 O save ! Defend ! Force him to desist, 
 Don't let him add her to his list." 
 
 ' 'She and I in girl-hood chummed together. 
 And we often vowed that we'd part never — 
 As long as the stars shone in the skies above 
 We resolved to be true to each other's love." 
 
 ' 'I cannot blame her mine's the shame, 
 No maiden can stand the loss of a name. 
 And tho' I sank without one friend, 
 I come to save, and her defend. " 
 
 "Take this message and go plead my case. 
 And we will have saved her from disgrace." 
 Her hand dropped from my waist with a groan, 
 And I found myself in the shed alone. 
 
60 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 She was gone, yet there stood I, 
 And from my soul went up a cry 
 Against the one that had cast her low, 
 And I vowed the world should know. 
 
 Two years have come and gone, and still 
 That criminal roams the country at will, 
 Deluding, belowering and ruining he goes- 
 I have tried to crush him, God knows. 
 
 Only as to the commission from the fallen one 
 Can I say to myself, "Well done." 
 For armed with her message, I did defend, 
 And save from ruin her girl-hood friend. 
 
 Yet, I struggle on in hopes to be 
 
 Some day rewarded with crushing victory, 
 
 And to see him, in the eyes of all disgraced, 
 
 And his name from the books of manhood, defaced, 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 61 
 
 Singers Do Not LaL\igK At EslcK Other. 
 
 In the forest, 
 
 Beneath a tree, 
 
 A poet stopped 
 
 And what did he see ? 
 
 A bird, a squirrel and a bumblebee, 
 
 That for convenience inhabited the tree. 
 
 The bee was the first one to see. 
 
 And with a buzz 
 
 He ask the poet who he was. 
 
 The squirrel climbed rapidly to the highest limb 
 
 And there he sat and laughed at him. 
 
 But the bird, with a glad crj^, 
 
 Hopped upon a limb that was hanging nigh, 
 
 And to the poet said he: 
 
 "Brother singer: I'll not laugh at thee, 
 
 Or be as cruel as the bumblebee ; 
 
 For you and I must sing together — 
 
 No matter the climate ; no matter the weather, 
 
 And often we'll get the laugh. 
 
 And sometimes the sting. 
 
 And every other disagreeable thing — 
 
 Still the world will hear our song, 
 
 And by its sentiment be helped along." 
 
62 BEYOND THE STORE LIGHT 
 
 Us, The Bra.ve. 
 
 We'll drop no tear, 
 
 We'll have no fear 
 
 For the future, 
 
 Us, the brave. 
 
 We'll jest with fate, 
 
 And laugh at hate. 
 
 And ask desease 
 
 It's case to state, 
 
 Us, the brave. 
 
 We'll never yield 
 
 The hard fought field. 
 
 Or from our struggles stop, 
 
 Till we've reached the top, 
 
 And all below 
 
 Have learned to know 
 
 Us, the brave. 
 
AND OTHER POEMS. 63 
 
 The Poet's Mission. 
 
 Sweeping the heart; 
 Preaching the truth; 
 In the inner chamber 
 Of man, woman, maid' and youth; 
 This is the mission 
 Of the poet 
 To the world. 
 
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