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NOTICE TO PUBLISHERS AND THE PUBLIC 
 
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 in the year 1 9 1 0, by May Morse-Burke 
 of Lilly Dale, N. Y., in the office of 
 Librarian of Congress,Washington, D. C. 
 
The Lily's Primal Cause 
 
 "Consider the Lilies; how they grow." 
 [Dedicated to Arthur Prentice, Burnhams. N. Y., a life long friend who suggested the subject.] 
 
 God breathed into the bosom of the lake 
 
 A lotus-tinted breath of flame, 
 Embryoned with the essence of Himself; 
 
 Pulsing the lilies name. 
 
 When, lo! Stagnation stirred, convulsed with keen Desire, 
 
 In wanton measurement, and play — 
 As, Passion's co-efficient, rippling kiss 
 
 Waved, where God's sunlight lay. 
 
 Pregnation moved the Mire, and from its depths 
 There sprung — through surge — in bud — and fold 
 
 Of leaves — a Petaled star of white, whose crest, 
 Gleamed, coronet of gold. 
 
 June 1, I9I0 
 
INDEX TO CONTENTS 
 
 Notice to Publishers and the Public 
 
 Copyright 
 
 The Lily's Primal Cause 
 
 Index to Contents 
 
 Alphabetical Index 
 
 Photograph of Author 
 
 Fac-simile Autograph of Author 
 
 Title page 
 
 Coat of Arms, the Morse Family 
 
 Publishers and Critics 
 
 Author's Dedication 
 
 Greeting 
 
 Introduction _ _ - 
 
 Thy Guardian Face (Allah's Tribute) 
 
 Monogram of Allah's Tribute 
 
 Interpretation of Monogram (verse) 
 
 Mrs. Burke's Poems 
 
 1 
 
 ii 
 
 iii 
 
 iv 
 
 v-ix 
 
 xii 
 
 xii 
 
 xiii 
 
 xiii 
 
 xiii 
 
 xiv 
 
 XV 
 
 xvi-xvii 
 
 xviii 
 
 xviii 
 
 xviii 
 
 1-128 
 
ALPHABETICAL INDEX 
 
 Accompaniment to Archway of Almighty God 63 
 
 Admonition 56 
 
 Affinities 51 
 
 Ah-W(a-Wa 69 
 
 Allah's Promise 105 
 
 Alone 106 
 
 Angel Pearl, My • 93 
 
 Archway of Almighty God, The 62 
 
 Artist, The ^^ 
 
 Author's Benediction to her Critic, The 4 
 
 Author's Infantile Smallness', The 118 
 
 Autumn Shadows 19 
 
 Baby, Our 94 
 
 Baby, Our (Concluded) 95 
 
 Baby LaVerna 96 
 
 Before and After 82 
 
 Bark of Life, My 38 
 
 Birth of Our Cause, The 79 
 
 Bitter-Sweet 48 
 
 Capitalistic Slave Peril. The (A Special Poem.) 126 
 
 Cause of Action, The 103 
 
 Caesar's Rebuke 110 
 
 Charge to Keep, A 92 
 
 Christmas ' 6 
 
 Dedication to the Author of This Book, A 3 
 
 Demand, A 116 
 
 Deny Me Not 116 
 
 Dreams 53 
 
 Eden's Primal Consciousness 116 
 
 Egypt 11 
 
 Enchanted Isle, The 44 
 
 Ever-more 106 
 
 Etherealization , 120 
 
Friend, To My 65 
 
 Glass of Time, The 55 
 
 Glimpses of Elysian 51 
 
 Gethsemane 59 
 
 God's Four Bequests 22 
 
 God vs. Oblivion 113 
 
 Greeting from Allah, A 119 
 
 Hfelley Comet, The 27 
 
 Heart's' Appeal, My 34 
 
 Heart's Lament, My 28 
 
 Heart of a Rose, In the 60 
 
 Hills, An Ode to the 43 
 
 History's Tablet Tower, On 121 
 
 Ideals , 46 
 
 Inactivity? Inconceivable! 103 
 
 Infinite Parentage 120 
 
 Invocation, An 19 
 
 Just Beyond 39 
 
 Justification 50 
 
 June's Wooing 18 
 
 Laws and Philosophy of Action 112 
 
 Lay of the Last Minstrel 121 
 
 Life 33 
 
 Life is Love and Love is Life 102 
 
 Lifted Shadows, The 40 
 
 Lincoln 10 
 
 Lest We Wither 24 
 
 Love 58 
 
 Love's Vibrant Chalice 115 
 
 Love vs. Mind 31 
 
 Love's Passion Power 32 
 
 Love's Ship 45 
 
 Lover's Smile, Thy 32 
 
 Love's Touch ....,,... , 41 
 
Memory's Cortege 
 
 M'emory's Responsive Echoes 
 
 Message from Ma, A (No. I) 
 
 Message from Ma, A (No. II) 
 
 Message from Ma, A (No. Ill) 
 
 Message from Ma, A (No. IV) 
 
 Message from Ma, A (No. V) 
 
 Message from Ma, A (No. VI) 
 
 Message from My Sister Hattie, A 
 
 Message to My Sister Emma 
 
 Message from Allah 
 
 Mother 
 
 Mother's First Experience on Passing Over 
 
 Mother's Voice, My 
 
 Mystic Room, A 
 
 Nature's Unfoldment 
 
 Night-mare A 
 
 Obedient to the Master's Call 
 
 Ode to the Hills, An 
 
 Odeon, To 
 
 Old Year 
 
 Olive-May's Christening 
 
 Paradise 
 
 Parting of the Ways', The 
 
 Platonic Shrine, The 
 
 Poet's Crown, The 
 
 Prayer, A 
 
 Promise, A 
 
 Psyche 
 
 Reciprocity 
 
 Right Shall Ever Prevail, The, 
 Secret Key, The ,,,.,,,.,,,,» 
 
 71 
 107 
 89 
 91 
 92 
 93 
 98 
 99 
 97 
 99 
 119 
 83 
 83 
 90 
 111 
 115 
 66 
 25 
 43 
 64 
 20 
 97 
 68 
 57 
 65 
 23 
 
 Poet Poe's Vindication, The 
 
 Portage Falls, Genesee Valley ^^ 
 
 Power Behind the Throne. The ^ 
 
 2 
 
 30 
 
 54 
 
 42 
 
 ***"'*..* 110 
 
 1 
 
Sent Back 91 
 
 Seventy-Seven Times Seven 105 
 
 Similes, Not Names 4 
 
 Silver Wings 69 
 
 Sister Dear, You're Not Alone 81 
 
 Sister Emma, To 100 
 
 Soliloquy to Vesuvius, A 12 
 
 Song of Ancient Times, The 108 
 
 Soul's Compensation, The 26 
 
 Soul's Ecstacy in Travail, The 47 
 
 Soul's Prerogatives, The 47 
 
 Soul's Reply, My 28 
 
 Soul's Sight, My 24 
 
 Soul's Struggle, My 42 
 
 Soul That Craves, To the 104 
 
 Soul's Trem-u-lo*s, The 33 
 
 Soul's Unrest, The 30 
 
 Soul's Vision, My 29 
 
 Spiritualism, On Modern 74 
 
 Spiritual Chivalry 26 
 
 Spring 17 
 
 Still a Problem 113 
 
 Theater of Grace, The 5 
 
 Transfiguration Through Obedience 114 
 
 Traveler, A 70 
 
 Transition in Nature 22 
 
 TRUISMS, A CHAPTER OF 122 
 
 Article I 122 
 
 Article II 122 
 
 Article III 122 
 
 Article IV 123 
 
 Article V ; 123 
 
 Article VI 123 
 
 Article VII 123 
 
Article VIII 123 
 
 Article IX 124 
 
 Article X 124 
 
 Article XI 124 
 
 Article XII 124 
 
 Article XIII 125 
 
 Article XIV 125 
 
 Article XV 125 
 
 Article XVI 125 
 
 Vesuvius, A Soliloquy to 12 
 
 Vision, A 36 
 
 Wife, To Miy 58 
 
 Wind, The 14 
 
 Wondering Soul, A 29 
 
 Wondrous Light, The 40 
 
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KEY TO THE LAWS 
 
 OF THE 
 
 OCCULT PSYCHE SCIENCE 
 
 OR 
 
 GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 
 
 AS VIEWED FROM EARTH 
 THROUGH THE 
 
 PSYCHE COMMUNE 
 
 OF 
 
 MAY MORSE-BURKE 
 
 Arms o/" 
 
 TITUS PUBLISHING COMPANY 
 
 Publishers and Critics 
 
 JAMESTOWN, NEW YORK 
 
DEDICATION 
 
 To my friends and co-workers in the Cause of Higher 
 Knowledge — to my Angel Messengers, from God, do 
 I dedicate this Compilation. Your Earnest Student. 
 
 MAY MORSE-BURKE 
 
 April 6, 1910 
 
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GREETING 
 
 She, who signs her name to these pages is virtually 
 the author. 
 
 Under what conditions the inspiration came, or by 
 whose agency, the reader will care little, if this work 
 interests him; and still less if it does not. 
 
 Opinion will not alter Facts; and, from a sense of 
 higher justice, than Individual Opinion, I sign myself, 
 a friend to all. 
 
 MAY MORSE-BURKE 
 
 April 6, 1910 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 "Introduction, and Authority to John Henry Titus, Critic, for 
 Punctuation and Editing the MSS. for this Book; through Inspiration 
 of Author, by one of her guides. ''Analagous to thine own mind, and in 
 accordance to thine "Other Self," ye shall be made to understand, the 
 diction without parlance, or controversy. The age, in which ye live, 
 is Obedient to distant "Approachings, and the Van-guard, of Eternity's 
 Projectments, will be rehearsed in pride, and becoming enslavement of 
 its charms. 
 
 Detract not, from thy Guide's vocalization, but bravely proscribe 
 thy self to his utterances, doing thyself proud. Urbanity, is not per- 
 fection in Scholastic eminence. Ye shall maintain expression, leaping 
 the confines of Tradition, im^posing upon thy self the Economics of 
 vocalization. Scorn the Hybrids of Modern distinction, becoming Pow- 
 erful, in Self." 
 
 January 28th, 1910. 
 
 Through years of observation and experience as a Critic and 
 Author, I have been made conscious of the fact that by a strict adher- 
 ence to present-d'ay rules and technics as prescribed by oertain 
 ones of Collegiate authority, that the beauty and worth, lying in the 
 productions of many an author's Manuscript have been either changed 
 or else ruinieid; land oftimes lost by being entrusted, without restraint, 
 to Critics for revisement and "Classic" interpretation, and general 
 preparation. 
 
 I differ from the most of critics. The reader, reads with hope of 
 learning the author- Hence, in my work I have sought to understand 
 the author in the work here presented ; and have 'avoided any changes 
 or stripping the original writing or changing the meaning of sentences 
 by Iron-clad rules in punctuation, and, especially — inspirational — as is 
 the production of the within compilation. To this end I have con- 
 fined myself to the direction as given m 'the above instructions by one 
 of the author's "Guides"for Spirit-messengers, whose intelligence I rec- 
 ognize as authority in this matter, as I do in many other subjects. The 
 
Preface, by the author,/ and contents of this book will suffice, and make 
 unnecessary for any additional introduction in its presentation to the 
 public. May its contents be understood and realized as I have been en- 
 abled to understand and realize the production in the careful, candid 
 and sincere application in my work performed as Critic and Co-worker 
 for the reform of miankind from error and ignorance, and for the uplift 
 of humanity. 
 
 John Henry Titus, 
 
 Critic. 
 
 April 6. 1910 
 
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 The Secret Key 
 
 A VOICE 
 "Thou and Thy God Stand Face to Face." 
 
 A voice from out the silence spake, 
 Bidding me seek the hidden key 
 
 That locked the doors of light, of truth, 
 Of love, between my God and me. 
 
 Bewildered, in the dismal swamp 
 Of doubt I stood, gazing around 
 
 Upon the tangled threads of life 
 That kept my soul ^as captive bound 
 
 To wanton web. And, Oh! I cried: 
 "Thou silent voice, that speaks to me 
 On vibrant waves of mute desire, 
 Where is the key? Where is the key." 
 
 In tremulous expectancy 
 I w^ai'ting harked; then, lo! upon 
 
 The air there floated this response: 
 "Go on ! A little farther on." 
 
 My hungering heart was aching, sore. 
 
 Rank weeds lay meshed around my feet 
 With poisonous vines, whose tendrils wove 
 The trail where slimy serpents creep. 
 
MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 Dejected, sad, and all but spent, 
 I turned to silent voice once more: 
 "Un-loose my fetters! set me free!" 
 I prayed as never prayed before. 
 
 Out from the darkness of my doubt 
 Shot forth a light, a single ray — 
 As zigzag lightning from the clouds- 
 Revealing me the hidden way. 
 
 Eincrypted within a recess deep 
 
 Of heart of mine, where none could see 
 But God, the angels and my soul, 
 1 saw the key, the secret key. 
 
 I pulsed the joy that quickened in 
 My being's chalice, running o'er 
 With love's pure essence, as the light 
 From Qod streamed through the open 
 door. 
 
 Flooding my beart with kindliness; 
 
 With pity, for the human race. 
 As silent voice spake to my soul: 
 
 "Thou and thy God stand face to face." 
 
 Sept. 25, 1909- 
 
 (Dedicated to my friend, Mrs. 'Catharine Elliott Weaver, a 
 remarkable Psychic of Elmira Heights, N. Y. ) 
 
 A Prayer 
 
 Master, — take my heart's pure longings. 
 String them on the strand of time, — 
 Run them out in the forever, — 
 
 Weave them in Love's Loom Divine. 
 
GLIMPSES BEULAH LAND 
 
 Take the dark threads of life's twilight; 
 
 Bathe them in the roseate glow 
 Of the dawn, of life's supernal, — 
 Leaving not one trace of woe. 
 
 Take my errors — they are many — 
 Cast them in oblivion's sea, — 
 
 All my heart-aches, and my sufEerings, — 
 Bianish, from my memory. 
 
 Straighten out the labyrinthian 
 
 Vista; of my wasted years, 
 That I glimpse, with memory's vision, — 
 
 Daily, through a mist of tears. 
 
 Gather up the tiny fragments, 
 Qif the good deeds, I have done; 
 
 And with love, cement together. 
 All the ipieces, into one. 
 
 Cast It out into the Future, — 
 Keeping it within my view, — 
 
 As a magnet,-potent,-powerful, — 
 Drawing me to Heaven, land you- 
 
 Sept. 8th, 1907. 
 
 A Dedication to the Author of this Book 
 
 Allah, be with thee, and guard thee well; 
 
 Allah, be with thee, and help thee to ,'tell 
 
 The story of Love, — the s'tory of Truth, — 
 
 To enlighten the mind, land sweetly soothe 
 
 The heart, — giving to all mankind 
 
 Pure lives of worth! and unto the blind; 
 
 The sight, that looks above material things 
 
 Into the life *beyiond, — and brings 
 
 Love, and beauty from the heights. Supernal, 
 
 Proving that thou, hast found the Light Eternal- 
 
MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 So, Allah, be with thee, and guard thee well, 
 Helping thee, this story of love to tell, 
 That all may see, and reading, know 
 The Truth of the saying, here below, 
 That "Life is Progression," and those who heed 
 The Voice of the Spirit, will have no need, 
 Of Priest, or Pilot, or, noisome Creed. 
 
 By C. A. S. 
 
 The Author's Benediction to Her Critic 
 
 Allah, be with thee! sounds the key-note, — 
 Touched by angel hands, that seem <to float 
 From heaven's cathedral, to my listening ear, — 
 I catch the benediction, and breathe it here. 
 
 Allah, be with thee ! comes the message once more, 
 
 In /anthems louder, clearer, than before, 
 Antiphonied by music, from Celestial spheres, 
 To cadence thee along the nebulous 'years. 
 
 Allah, be with thee ! and /prism thee on 
 
 To the glorious gates, of etemal-dawn ; 
 Where God's great Wisdom, meteoric, plays 
 
 Through minds, prepared, to to teach His wonderous ways. 
 
 May 20, 1 910. 
 
 Similes, not Names 
 
 It is not the Christ, but the Spirit of Christ that we should 
 cultivate. How erroneous is the idea that Christ, as a person, should 
 be reverenced, or worshipped. It is not the Man, but the Spirit, that 
 should be followed. A Man, is a man — physical and subject to phy- 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 5 
 
 sical conditions, and environments, but the Spirit, or Principle, is the 
 Actuality, and what survives or lives after him? Try and discriminate 
 between this findy drawn simile and understand it. 
 
 Faith, faith, faith, and legitimate labor along all lines is the 
 basic foundation of purity. 
 
 The Theater of Grace 
 
 Ye grasp the living and the dead, 
 In one grand march of rhyme. 
 
 Slinging it to Posterity, 
 Along the trend of Time. 
 
 And, with one visionary sweep, 
 The Works of God, Ye scan 
 In multitudinous Horoscope, — 
 Reading the thoughts of man. 
 
 Ye grasp the Infinite, in space, — 
 B'ending it to thy will. 
 Whilst in the Theater of Grace, 
 Ye murmur: 'Teace be Still." 
 
 Feb. nth, 1 9 10. 
 
 God's Immortal Sun 
 
 Light in the Darkness, and They Comprehended Not. 
 
 iLooking below from lofty heights, 
 
 We see ye, all, as one. 
 Toiling along, in uncertain lights — 
 
 Of God's Immortal Sun. 
 
MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 Whose rays are vaster than the mind — 
 
 Of Mortal, can impart, 
 'Conceive — or grasp. — until ye find, — 
 
 And Feel them, in thy heart- 
 
 Oh! Orb, of Love! whose rays unite 
 All S'ouls,, in one grand Sea 
 
 Of Universal brotherhood. 
 Throughout, Eternity! 
 
 Oct. 21, 1909. 
 
 Christmas 
 
 The Christ Wias Born. 
 
 Christmas! The bells peal out 
 
 To usher in a morn 
 Made sacred by the memory of 
 
 A babe. A Christ was born! 
 
 In lowly manger of the poor: 
 Whilst o'er the hills a-far, 
 
 There 'rose upon the heavens 
 A new born, Bethlehem Star- 
 
 The Babe ; A Savicur unto men ; 
 
 The Star; A guiding light; 
 Both pointing out the better w.ay 
 
 To guide our steps aright. 
 
 The centuries roll backward now. 
 
 I see the first glad day 
 Of Christmas, in a stable. 
 
 Where the infant Jesus lay. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 
 
 Anon I see a mother 
 
 With her babe clasped to her breast, 
 Following the light of Bethlehem's star 
 
 To siafety and to rest. 
 
 Anon! and still anon, I see 
 
 The babe to manhood grown; 
 Healing the sick, raising the dead, 
 
 Comforting the sad and lone. 
 
 Performing wonders where'er he went, 
 
 As our own saviors can. 
 Leaving the world this legacy: 
 
 'Peace, and good will to man. 
 
 Like moving pictures, comes a Cross, 
 
 In memory's imagery, 
 Nailed, bleeding, ipierocd with thorns, there hangs 
 
 The Christ of Calvary. 
 
 The scpulcher, the angel band 
 
 That rolled away the stone; 
 The empty tomb; the w^onderment, 
 
 All this! and more is shown- 
 
 Then comes the Mount where Christ was seen 
 
 Arisen from the dead. 
 Anon comes those of different faith, 
 
 And honest blood is shed. 
 
 For some had doubts and disbeliefs, 
 
 While others knelt to pray. 
 But midst the din of doubt and war, 
 
 They all held Christmas day. 
 
 Some cursed, some fought, some knelt in prayer, 
 
 Praying: "For Jesus sake." 
 While other saviors were being tried 
 
 And burned at the fiery stake. 
 
MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 And here, in our own land and clime, 
 We have seen our saviors burn 
 
 For "doing greater things than these;" 
 Each crucified in turn. 
 
 And all for love of "creed" 'twas done 
 ("For God, the living Truth") 
 
 As they believed, as we believed, 
 In the days of early youth. 
 
 Until angels came, with tiny raps- 
 
 They wove a subtle chain 
 That links us to the God above; 
 
 And it cannot break in twain. 
 
 For wisdom, with her intellect, 
 
 Has pointed to the Star 
 Of Bethlehem, whose kindly rays 
 
 Come gleaming from afar. 
 
 As down the .ages past it shines, 
 Through mist of doubts and fears, 
 
 It finds new saviors on the cross 
 In midst of gloom and tears. 
 
 But, as the cycles roll away 
 With each succeeding sun, 
 
 It draws us closer, each to each, 
 In Unity, as one. 
 
 For, o'er the hill-tops, from afar, 
 The lighted Star doth shine; 
 
 Pointing us out the perfect way 
 Of intelligence divine. 
 
 And by its rays wie ope the door, 
 
 At knock of angel h<and. 
 Greeting our friends of other days, 
 
 Long passed to spirit-land. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 
 
 So let us all unite in love 
 
 For Christ, the crucified, 
 Whose birth makes Christmas possible. 
 
 And all time specified. 
 
 Turn back, turn back, the scroll of time, 
 
 To history's oldest lore 
 You 11 find A. D. or else B. C, 
 
 'Tis after or before. 
 
 So once again I say, unite 
 
 In love to Christ, the Son 
 Wihose birth computes the march of time 
 
 Since history wias begun. 
 
 And while we Icrve His memory, 
 
 Let us look adown the age, ^ 
 Finding His power made manifest 
 
 By others at every stage. 
 
 'Tis here, around about us! 
 
 AH mediums in the land 
 Are saviors; let us bless them. 
 
 Reaching forth the helping hand. 
 
 There are those who now are "on the cross. 
 
 Being crucified and sold 
 "By Judas of the little pence," 
 
 As was the Christ of old. 
 
 Now may the Star, whose gentle rays 
 
 Of wisdom's perfect light 
 Shine on, advancing all mankind,^ 
 
 From out their creed-bound night. 
 
 And, until we meet, next Christmas, 
 
 Within this same dear hall, 
 I leave you to the angel's care 
 
 With peace unto you all. 
 
MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 And may the Christmas tide of love 
 Stream on, and m.ay the h'ght 
 
 Of wisdom shine with peace, good will 
 On all that's here tonight- 
 
 Dec. 19, 1909. 
 
 Lincoln 
 
 Above the sod, where virtue sleeps, 
 Beneath the stars, whose weeping eyes 
 Rain meteoric sparks of light 
 Around the tomb where Lincoln lies; 
 -Hallowed the spot, in every heart, 
 Around whose temple memory dwells, 
 Making a recess, set ^apart — 
 Low, bow the head — ring softly, bells, 
 In memory of our martyred chief. 
 Nobility of empyrian heights; 
 Concentered Emolument of Worth, 
 O'ercome; for Ethopia's rights, 
 Laid low. A Hercules in mind. 
 Nobleness, dignity, worth combined. 
 
 Over the Darkness, over the Pall, 
 Under Heaven's canopy, pledge thou a bond 
 Reverbrant With Love, and Fraternal devotion, while 
 Morpheus lingers with Lethean wand, 
 Across the divide-of-hearts; in whose chasm 
 'Rythmically Hows the streamlet of Love: 
 Translucent transfusions of peace ;-born of Heaven! 
 Yonder, where Lincoln smiles down from above — 
 Rqplete with the joy of Resonant-music; which 
 Eruptively flows from the earth, to the skies! 
 Distinctive, Euphonic heart Emanations, 
 Pulsating with love, while tears gush from the eyes. 
 Revere! then, the memory of Abraham Lincoln! 
 Extend thou, the hand of brotherly love, — 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 11 
 
 Selecting as Symbol; (of Faith, Truth, and Union — 
 Inviolable) the Olive Branch Nestling a dove. 
 Defender of Right, in a Cause great as Primal, when 
 Eden awoke, from her lethargic years; 
 Nursling of Nature; whose untimely ending 
 Threw Nations in mourning, and sorrow, and tears- 
 
 Egypt 
 
 Darkest Egypt! Golden yellow 
 Hangs Thy moon, o'er lowly grave, 
 
 In whose mouldering depths long sleepieth 
 Thy Fairest Queen ; Love's wanton slave. 
 
 She, whose dewy eyes of passion, 
 Lit the fl.ame of love, that burned 
 
 Into embers; Glory — Honor — 
 Antony so richly earned- 
 
 Weep Ye, Egypt! o'er -the fallen 
 
 Heroes, of thy dusky Queen; 
 For whose lotus charms, thy waters 
 
 Chant a requiem, in their green 
 
 Bosom., on whose shadowed surface 
 Mirrored by the twinkling stars — 
 
 Stalks the phantoms of her wooing — 
 Roman Emperors! Roman Czar's. 
 
 Dream, Thee, Egypt! of thy greatness! 
 
 (In dark ages of the past) 
 When thy soul in wanton revel. 
 
 Dreamed fond dreams, that could not last. 
 
 Underneath thy sandy desert! 
 
 Where the Vultures cloy thy prey. 
 Lie Thebian urns! long buried! 
 
 Hidden from the light of day. 
 
12 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 There! thy Pyramid's in grandeur, 
 Sphinx-like, loom against the sky; 
 
 As a Monument of Ages; 
 
 Where un fathomed secrets lie- 
 
 "Temples of the world's great Empress," 
 
 Glory of Egyptian plains! 
 Amnon's solitary ruins 
 
 Thy past Majesty, proclaims. 
 
 Egypt! fallen is thy glory! 
 
 Ye, art fallen from thy grace! 
 Ye, are but a feeble, ancient 
 
 Step-stone, for the Anglo race. 
 
 Crumble! massive. Time-worn Egypt! 
 
 Bear decay, with lofty smile! 
 Whilst around thy ruined Temples, 
 
 Coil the serpents of the Nile. 
 
 And Thou! Oh! Moon! Let golden yellow 
 Rays of thine, more brightly gleam 
 
 O'er the tom.b of (dusky Daughter) 
 Love's fair wanton — Egypt's Queen. 
 
 Pyramids! Temples! Cleopatra! 
 
 Remain Ye, (Ages to beguile) 
 In Fancy's image — still unfathomed — 
 
 As Ancient Wizard of the Tlile. 
 
 Nov- 21, 1909. 
 
 A Soliloquy to Vesuvius 
 
 Thou, Vesuvius! rumbling warnings 
 Ere thy fiery currents roll 
 
 Gigantic billows — purgmg 
 
 From the bowels of thy soul! 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 13 
 
 Monster! thou, who Archetyped thine 
 
 Architectural form, in cloud? 
 Who keeps thine heart forever weaving 
 
 For thy victims, — Lava-shroud? 
 Centuries upon centuries, rolling, 
 Changes rivers in their course; 
 Pregnant oceans, in their travail, 
 Many a tropic isle brings forth, — 
 But thou, O, mighty work, of Mightier, — 
 Ever standing 'neath the glare 
 Of scorching sun, — unchanged, and changeless, 
 
 Grim, and gaunt; sterile, and bare — 
 What art thou, O, giant mountain? 
 
 Why art thou, on Italy's shore? 
 Relentless, travesty of nature, — 
 Nations trembling at thy roar! 
 Wert thou whelped by Prince of Darkness? 
 Conceived, wert thou, in Hell's damned womb? 
 Cradled in the arms of Pluto ? 
 
 A seal of death, — thy mission's doom? 
 Or, didst some: PIutorian-Fury 
 Cast thee forth? in Hellish spite! 
 Blemish-spot, on face of nature, — 
 As a symbol of Her might? 
 Snake-like, thou, — thou lynx-eyed Cobra, — 
 Watching, where, thou may'st despoil — 
 Casting slime upon thy victims. 
 Ere thou crush them in thy coil! 
 Hypocrite, — ^seeming, — slumberous reptile, — 
 
 Seething, sinuous, molten hell! 
 Bellowing forth in wanton laughter, — 
 Direful dirge, as funeral knell! 
 All the ages, — worlds, — and systems, — 
 
 Cannot quench thy thirst for life; 
 Nor the love of all the angels, 
 Harmonize thy inward strife. 
 Cities, huried 'neath the spittle. 
 That thy venom vomits, — are 
 As grain of sand, to boundless ocean, — 
 To, worlds, and systems, — nebulous star. 
 Yet, Vesuvius! I, do not fear thee! 
 Fear thee? God's gift, — answers: No! 
 
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 Though thy hellish, pent-up passion, 
 Mfakes thy sides, rock to, and fro. 
 
 For, my soul transcends the vengeance 
 Of thy Fur}^ ! Of thy sea 
 
 Of molten lava! Thou can'st not make it 
 Bow the head, nor bend the knee. 
 
 Neither did the Romans fear thee! 
 In the ages that are past ; 
 
 'Neath the bosom of thy ashes, — 
 Erect, and dauntless, to the last, — 
 Stands the Sentinel of Pompeii, — 
 Monument of thy base lust, — 
 
 Hand on sword, unsheathed, and ready. 
 To reply, with Roman thrust! 
 
 Ages pass, — and, yet the <ages 
 Roman courage canst, erase! 
 
 Fleshless bones, — and eyeless sockets, — 
 Hurl defiance in thy face! 
 
 Feb. 12, 1907. 
 
 The Wind 
 
 The wind, — in his riotous anger, 
 
 Was howling, 'round gable and eave 
 
 And, demon-L'ke, venting his passion 
 On those, he first sought to deceive. 
 
 His coming, was prince-like, and gentle, — 
 As be softly caressed the bright flowers, 
 
 While they bent their fair heads to do homage. 
 
 As he roved through their sweet-scented bowers 
 
 The sun cast its' rays down benignly, — 
 
 And smiled as he wended his way 
 Toward twilight's bewildering castle, — 
 
 To rest 'neath the mantle of day. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 15 
 
 A soft, fleecy cloud, in the azure 
 
 Soon lazily floated near by; 
 When, the wind, with a harsh note of passion, 
 
 Sprang up, with an impatient sigh, — 
 
 As if he resented the^ coming 
 
 Of the cloud, in such indolent way; 
 
 And fiercely he flew at her, — tearing 
 A piece from her garments of gray. 
 
 She tried to evade his endeavor, 
 
 As he held her in passion's embrace; 
 
 While his 'voice, grew louder and shriller, 
 As they swiftly went whirling through space. 
 
 He, held her, — and madly caressed her, 
 
 When, like unto magic, was born 
 Their offspring, — who struck him with lightning 
 But the wind, only laughed him to scorn- 
 
 And he tore the sweet flowers, he so lately, 
 Had kissed with such am.orous love ; 
 
 He broke off their heads: and their petals 
 He hurled at the thunder above. 
 
 The bright tinted leaves on the tree tops. 
 That had quivered with love's happy sigh. 
 
 At his coming, — he snatched from their parents. 
 And ruthlessly flung them on high! 
 
 He laughed, and he shrieked like a demon. 
 
 As he flew at the desolute trees, 
 And twisted and tore down the branches 
 
 He'd bereft of their beautiful leaves. 
 
 He laughed, and the shrieked like a vampire 
 Whose vengeance of years had found vent; 
 
 He tore down the streets like a madman: 
 Leaving destruction wherever he went. 
 
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 Tbc doud kjoced angry and suiaen. 
 
 When sbc saw the wild-4iavoc, he'd -2.it. 
 And, in tones of kmd dmndicr, nrnimar.iei 
 
 His course, and his purpose, he stayed ! 
 
 But in Tain, were her threats, — oft repeated 
 From her thmideioiis throat, and in vain 
 
 Were the scourging, she gave him with lightnings 
 As s3ic lashed hem agadr.. 2r.i. -ltzJlziI 
 
 The sun. hid his face in t-e - — 
 
 And with words of cod: ?, 
 
 He ^lowcad her the rainb: 
 
 He had placed in the Lt.L- t. 
 
 Her iri-T - : - grief to o'er^ .: 
 
 A: -5 comf:- : 1 ; 
 
 And -- 
 
 The wi 
 Veer 
 
 A-- - — 
 
 Still gibbering, and muttering, and murmuring. 
 Like an untamed beast in his lair, — 
 
 He vaulted the dear ^ of heaven: 
 And went. Oh! who can tdl where? 
 
GLIMPSES OF B E U L A H LAND 17 
 
 Spring 
 
 There's a quaint, pungent purpose, in the quiet cpring eve-tide, 
 Wlien nature, all pregnant, prepares to give birth 
 
 To her various forms; of shade, and of coloring. 
 
 That starts from the womb of old mother earth. 
 
 She is teeming with moods — one moment she's fretful, 
 The next, she is languorous — laden with smiles, 
 
 While the next, and the next, she is weeping most madly 
 At Sol — casting rays, her tears to beguile. 
 
 Her voice all a-quiver with silence. — deep silence. 
 
 That tremblingly vibrates from the earth to the sky, 
 In nameless, low music, that throbbingly pulsates 
 To notes born of heaven, for angels to vie 
 
 With each other, in chords of harmony, blending. 
 
 From seraphim harps, whose stra ns we oft hear, 
 As we lift the dark veil from the psychical center, 
 
 And vision us. loved ones, like phantoms, draw near. 
 
 It warms up the heart, and gladdens the bosom 
 
 Of nature, — responsive to each vibrant note, 
 L'shering in the sweet sounds to birds of bright plumage. 
 
 Re-echoing back — from each tiny throat. 
 
 Her vassals, redundant, awaken from sleeping. 
 And in rhythmical waves leap to bud, and to bloom ; 
 
 Expressing their joy of life, in thanksgiving. 
 By casting abroad their subtle perfume. 
 
 Temptestuous spring! in whose lap the sncw-flake 
 
 A moment. — 'tis gone, — with a tear and a sigh. — 
 
 Fragile cr\-stal from heaven, lost I lost! in the drift-wood 
 Of earth, in whose bosom it nestled to die. 
 
 Its tear dews the faces of crocus and iNIayflower, 
 That spring from the dust, and ashes, and soil, 
 Intermingled with blood, of primeval races. — 
 That wind 'round their roots in serpentine-coil. 
 
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 Oh! the spring is a Sphinx, transmitted from Hashes, 
 And debris of nature, whose lust, in its craz€. 
 Buds and blossoms her ofJ-springs to beauty, — and fruitage, 
 Then wantonly withers, and slowly decays. 
 
 Oh, Earth, Mother Earth, where dwells all your children, 
 That ifor aeons of ages, you've forced into bloom? 
 
 Eternity's vastness has fashioned a paradise. 
 
 Replete with all these — and yet — there's still room. 
 
 April 26, 1909. 
 
 June's Wooing 
 
 I sat in the lap of mature, 
 
 This beautiful spring day, 
 And watched young june, come wooing, 
 Our fair, and winsome May. 
 
 Who was dressed in garb, so beauteous; 
 
 In shades of living green, 
 Bedotted o'er with violets, 
 
 And daisies in between, 
 
 Her veil of azure blueness, 
 
 Sunkissed and tipped with gold; 
 
 Reflected back her beauty, 
 
 In each soft, shimmering fold. 
 
 A Venus in her loveliness, 
 
 Voluptuous in her charms, 
 As June, bold June, came wooing 
 
 And clasped her in his arms. 
 
 He cast away, the lilacs 
 ;She had worn, with regal grace. 
 And crowned her queen of roses, 
 As he kissed her smiling face- 
 May 31, 1909. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 19 
 
 Autumn Shadows 
 
 Purple glows the autumn sunset, 
 On the hills, — the vale and trees, — 
 
 Making'! lights of sapphire, — glinting 
 Out across the mellow leas. 
 
 Amber-tints, with gold and emerald, 
 Blend in harmony, and grace, — 
 Making iridescent shadows. 
 Sparkle through ethereal space. 
 
 Cloud-land borders, oatch translucent 
 Flashes, — as they ripgjle by, — 
 
 And with majesty of purpose, 
 'Decorate the evening sky. 
 
 Sept. 17, 1907- 
 
 An Invocation 
 
 Touch, our hearts, with Finer Feeling; 
 
 Let it breathe of Love divine; 
 Let it through the march of ages. 
 
 Interweave and 'intertwine. 
 
 All the thoughts; of all the sages, — 
 All the heart-throbs of the race. 
 
 Let it leave its softening reprints 
 On the contour -of each face. 
 
 Let the dawn of the Millennium: 
 Flash it through the open door — 
 
 Filling up the hearts of people, 
 Brimming full, — land running o'er. 
 
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 And, like perfume of the flowers, 
 Let it rise to heights unseen, — 
 
 Linking hearts and hands together. 
 With the s-ouls that live between. 
 
 And in converse with the angels, 
 
 Let it be the falling showers, 
 That, will brighten up our pathway. 
 
 Like the dewdrops on the flowers- 
 Let it be the inspiration, 
 
 That, will move the world in mind. 
 And, with gentle ministration 
 
 Join the hearts, of all mankind. 
 
 Nov- 17, 1909. 
 
 Old Year 
 
 We can not say Good Bye. 
 
 Old Year, we will not say "good bye," 
 
 We'll only say good night; 
 For every scene you've brought to view 
 
 Will live in memory's sight. 
 
 The birds that nestled in your bowers, 
 
 And sang their sweetest notes. 
 Returning in the May-time, bring 
 
 Your music in their throats. 
 
 The crocus and the daffodil. 
 
 Will bloom again, a-new, 
 In old-time coloring and perfume- — 
 
 Breathing sweet thoughts of you. 
 
 The May-flower, too, that lifts its head 
 
 Tn modesty and grace 
 Beneath the spring-snows, will >vhlsper, us, 
 
 Of your fair, smiling face. 
 
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GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 21 
 
 The little violets' eyes of blue, 
 
 Caressing fragrant breath, 
 In subtle weaves, sing voiceless songs: — 
 
 Old Year! there is no death! 
 
 The lilacs, and the roses, too, 
 
 Declare, in regal pride 
 Of loveliness: "We decked Old Year 
 
 Last summer, as a bride." 
 
 When meeting with our friends again, 
 
 Beneath the Temple's shade 
 Of Lily Dale oft will appear 
 
 The friends that we have made. 
 
 And, as we walk from place to place, 
 Through leafy grove and lane, 
 
 Memory will bring us face to face 
 With thee, Old Year, again. 
 
 Anon, in memory's corner lot, 
 A grave, with head-stone set. 
 
 Appears, as grief of thee, Old Year! 
 Then how can we forget? 
 
 In grief and pain, or gladsome mirth — 
 
 In all we do or say. 
 Old Year, you'll still walk by our side 
 
 In memory every day- 
 
 We'll give glad welcome to the New, 
 As you press her infant lips 
 
 In oneness of a course complete; 
 Clasping her finger tips: 
 
 In hail! All Hail! to New! to Old! 
 
 Let joy and love be thine! 
 Ring in, old bells, ring in glad songs, 
 
 "Of the days of auld lang syne." 
 
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 Ring out the Old; ring in the New! 
 
 Let notes clang loud and high, 
 Exultantly! Old Year, good night! 
 
 We cannot say "Good bye." 
 
 Dec. 1 8th, ,909. 
 
 God's Four Bequests 
 
 Oh! Mother Nature! Thou gavest me Form, 
 
 Insitilled with Energy, and Life, 
 For purpose, vast, — I know not, why? 
 
 Perhaps for naught, but Toil, -and Strife. 
 
 Oh! Love, Divine! Thou, gaves't me power, 
 
 To feel, to sense, to understand 
 Thy thrilling, vibratory waves. 
 
 At touch of lips, at clasp of hand. 
 
 Andi Thou! Oh, Death! Thou, gaves't me, what? 
 
 A yawning grave, — a cup of lees, — 
 A path of loneliness, -?.ll Alone, — 
 
 An aching heart, — Thou! gaves't me these! 
 
 Oh ! Angel friend ! What is thy gift ? 
 
 To her, who walks this Isle, — apart! 
 "We give thee messages, of Peace, 
 
 And, Hope, to Balm, thy aching heart." 
 
 — Feb. 22, 1909. 
 
 Transition in Nature 
 
 The Autumn leaves are falling, the winter winds 'are calling; 
 
 You can hear their echo murmur in the blast ; 
 You can feel their cold caresses in the sunset, as it blesses 
 
 Lingering beauties of the summer, that is past. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 23 
 
 Oh ! their frosty, icy kisses ! not a leaf, nor foliage misses ! 
 
 You can see their impress left in gleams of gold, 
 Shading out into the crimson, in tender streaks and winsome, 
 
 Coquetting 'with the brighter tints, and bold. 
 
 The barren trees are groaning; the restless sea is moaning, 
 As the Autumn leaves go whirling through the air 
 
 In desperate endeavor to link them.selves together 
 In endless chain of quivering despair. 
 
 With the sobbing land the sighing, you would think all nature 
 
 dying; 
 That her last sad days were drawing to a close ; 
 That Death, the mighty slayer, destroyer, and decayer, 
 Sings: " Tis finished;" But remember, "Christ arose" 
 
 The Poet's Crown 
 
 Oh! World of Song! Oh! Poets' Age! 
 
 That beats its breast, in Tuneful lay 
 Of Sunset, sinking in the west, 
 
 To ripen, in the new-born day! 
 
 Whose, blushing beauties, softly flow 
 
 With perfume from each shrub, and flow^er; 
 
 Whose glorious daw^n, doeth make amends, 
 For yester-night's, long, gloomy hour. 
 
 I see its sunlight, faintly gleam, — 
 
 Dimly afar, — to vast unknown, 
 Mysterious, — Vapory Edifice ! 
 
 Imagination's Fairy Zone. 
 
 Where, Teraphins, held open Court, 
 In Thes-aurus, — ^\vhose Them.e of love. 
 
 Is garlanded, for Poet's Crown, — 
 Insignia-ed, with a Burnished Dove. 
 
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 I catch the music of the stars, 
 
 As, one, by one, the rhythms roll. 
 
 In twinkling drops of melody. 
 To deepest recess, of my Soul. 
 
 And, from their sj-mphonies, Oh ! God ! 
 
 I feel responsive to Thy Will, 
 Whilst, pulse, and heart in union beat 
 
 To Thine own Anthem: "Peace be Still." 
 
 Feb- 1 6, 19 lo. 
 
 Lest We Wither 
 
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 We beseech Thee, Oh! Gacious host! to environ us in Wisdom's 
 glorious Mantle, and bewilder us not, in Thine • Infinite Ways, which 
 seemeth more intricate, as onward we press in search of Thy governing 
 influence! We ask Thee to disembowel Thyself of knowledge, — that 
 we may not repine in longing foi soul sustenance, and wither, in in- 
 tensity! Oh! Regulator, and Adjustor of Divine Imortalism! We 
 seek the flow oi Thy fountain Source; and, claim our own, as ones of 
 thirst, — for greater knowledge. Divine our intent, — and speed us the 
 Cause-way, of Thy approach! Dismantle, and show us greater vision! 
 
 Nov. 23, 1909. 
 
 The Soul's Sight 
 
 I seem to catch the Living spark, 
 
 That re-unites, the friends of yore,- 
 
 It trembles, — flickers, — then is gone; 
 Returning brighter, than before. 
 
GLIMPSES BEULAH LAND 25 
 
 And, by its rays, I catch a glimpse, 
 Of lofty hills, — of meadows, — green, 
 
 All dotted o'er with ghite, and gold, — 
 And sparkling waters, — in, betwieen. 
 
 The Fountain flood, of Thought, is there. 
 Beyond the Vale, — Beyond the Sea 
 
 Of Immense Concourse; and a wave 
 of Inspiration, flows to me. 
 
 May 8, 1908. 
 
 Obedient to the Master's Call 
 
 The Laurel-crowned Brow. 
 (Dedicated to my friend, Miss Cornelia Phelps.) 
 
 Passed on, to higher realms, — through God's tributary — Love — 
 The elemental stream-tide; transfusing souls to Heaven, — 
 
 Where Seraphs sing, in Trefoil clusters, — toi Tribune, 
 
 The Anthems — holy — set apart by God, for Maiden, Shriven. 
 
 Beneath the dome of heaven, — the angels found her, — 
 Bearing the Martyr's-cross, — that none might fall 
 
 In deep Abyss — Temptation's warring — 
 
 Calmly, serene, — awaiting the Master's Call. 
 
 Laurel-crowned, — she stands, — by Angel hands, — bedecking, — 
 
 Luting forth sweet songs, a'ni Unison's accord 
 Of God's own Alter-strains, — of Vestal greeting — 
 
 (Blending, with the virtues of her life— Obedient) 
 Finding Central solace — and compensate reward. 
 
 Feb. 25, 1 910. 
 
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 The Soul's Compensation 
 
 A-m^sage from Ma-, to her friend. 
 
 — John Henny Titus. 
 
 Thy zeal, and endeavor, is mighty 
 
 To welcome the power, of sweet song, 
 
 That angels are singing thee nightly, 
 On zephers that ripple along — 
 
 In tune to the Infinite working, 
 
 O'f Love, and Con-cordant desire, 
 In whose Surges, thy scul is now struggling, 
 
 In earnest, and honest aspire. 
 
 The springtime, w^ill bring thee sweet budding, — 
 The summer will blossom them, fair, — 
 
 The autumn, will ripen the fruitage, — 
 The winter, will rob thee of Care. 
 
 Feb. 25, 1910. 
 
 Spiritual Chivalry 
 
 Dike Cameo, in setting, 
 
 Immobile is the face, 
 Of Stoic, in forgetting. 
 
 The insults of his race. 
 
 Indifferent, to the Plaudits, 
 Over Victories — won ; 
 
 For praise, or blame, he Audits 
 The same, — to every one. 
 
 He smiles on none. — in favor,— 
 But, drinks his Hemlock-tea,- 
 
 Smacking his lips, at flavor, — 
 Knowing his soul is free ! 
 
 Feb. 25, 1910. 
 
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 Sr^ 
 
 Hark! I hear the music 
 
 Of the silence— zepher-fanned, 
 By Seraph wings---responsive 
 
 To the touch of angel's hand 
 
GLIMPSES BEULAH LAND 27 
 
 The Halley Comet 
 
 GOD'S LOVE IN SCENIC POWER 
 Tis the Beautiful Gallery of God 
 
 There's a calm, placid lake, in the valley 
 That reflects the stars in the sky. 
 
 As they twinkling, convene to do homage 
 To the queen ofi the night, sailing by ; 
 
 Whose gossamer-robes, like a mantle 
 Of Changeable silver, and gold. 
 
 Channels God's dense fields of formation, 
 Embracing them all, in Its fold; 
 
 To galaxy them, in the valley 
 As background, for scenic display, 
 Mirrored, deep, in the lake's placid waters^ . 
 Miniatured, from the Infinite vv^ay. 
 
 The moon In her pale, golden splendor, 
 
 Soenographlcally shines from her bowser 
 Of stars, — knotted closely together 
 In etching, of Absolute power- 
 
 Whilst the trees,— like Sentinels standing, 
 Satellltlous, teppear in the deep. 
 Quiet waters, that spectre their image, 
 As they, — their silent watch keep. 
 
 And, the Soul of the Universe whispers. 
 To the hearts of the lilies, that nod. 
 
 Supernatant, on waters thus miraged, — 
 T'is the Beautiful Gallery of God. 
 
 May;i8th, ,910. 
 
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 My Heart's Lament 
 
 I cannot soar; they hold me bound 
 
 In chains of iron, — set with steel — 
 They will not let my heart respond 
 
 To subtle joys my soul doth feel, — 
 When linked, in universal law 
 
 To Rapture's bond- of love, that o'er 
 'My being sweeps, — in pulsing chimes, — 
 
 That echos from some distant shore. 
 
 My Soul's Reply 
 
 Oh! heart, of mine! that beats and throbs 
 
 In tune to all, — in tune to God; — 
 Responsive to the angel's call, — 
 
 For getful of the coarser clod. 
 Oh! heart, of mine! Why wilt thou mourn, 
 
 And cover up the tears ye weep — 
 In silent grief of love reviled? 
 
 Go, thou! with angels — ro( m the deep 
 Immensity of space, — and find 
 
 The holy light of sacred things. 
 And draw the music from the heart 
 
 And harps of love, 'thine angel sings. 
 Go! weave it into web of life — 
 
 For coarser metal, — common clay, — 
 And comm.on fount, — where common minds 
 
 Refresh their thoughts, from day, 'to day. 
 Go! soar alone, to Pisgah's heights — 
 
 And dream, — and muse of love that died 
 For want of soul respcnce — and kind — 
 
 Withheld ! Rejected ! Crucified ! 
 Nor, \\-ail lament, of Discord's band. 
 
 Whose cruel note, so often rings 
 In recess, deep, of Sacred haunts 
 
 Of Thine; — but soar to higher things; 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 29 
 
 And close thine ear to harsher notes, 
 
 Whose music grovels in the dust, — 
 To swell the praise of meaner minds, 
 
 And Satiate their greed for lust- 
 July 23, 1909. 
 
 The Wonderous Light 
 
 Through the purpled fawn, of the 'coming dawn,- 
 Through the darkness, — ^and despair 
 
 Of the passing night, — there gleams a Light, 
 Whose rays, are wonderous fair! 
 
 Prismatic hues of evening dews. 
 
 Ne'er shown so bright as they 
 That come from bars, amongst the stars, 
 
 Down through the M'ilky-way. 
 
 They're notes of love, sent from above 
 To a heart,— whose voiceless prayer, — 
 
 Through the weary years, of toil and tears, 
 Have reached the Angels, There. 
 
 Feb. 10, 1909- 
 
 My Soul's Vision 
 
 Ah! when, in sweet repose I lie, 
 I seem to see that Distant Shore. 
 
 I see the lights, all gleaming bright. 
 On, on, still farther on, and o'er 
 
 The vast expanse of infinite, 
 
 Whose, glittering brightness dazzles me. 
 Bewildering all my moral sense. 
 
 Still, with my soul's eyes, I can see 
 
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 Resplendent in the firmament 
 
 Of other worlds, — of other lands, 
 
 All my ideals miniatured, — 
 
 And peopled by nngelic bands; 
 
 Whose Melody, but stirs the air 
 As softly, as the dew-drop's fall; 
 
 Enrapturing Perception's sense — 
 Enfolding me in 'glorious thrall- 
 
 Aug. 22, 1907. 
 
 The Soul's Unrest 
 
 Oh! the weary unrest, and the longing, — 
 
 The Something without name; 
 The passionate, inward calling. 
 
 That burns like a living flame. 
 
 The heart- thriobs, and the pulse-beats, — 
 
 The desire, that fills my Soul, 
 Surging through me, like a torrent, — 
 
 As its feverish billows roll. 
 
 Unseen — unknown — undreamed of — 
 
 And, yet it fills my life. 
 With shadowy hopes, of a shadowy bliss. 
 
 Made up, of — love? — or, strife? 
 
 I cannot catch its meaning, 
 
 I only know it 's there, — 
 And, that here, and now, and always, 
 
 Its presence, I must bear. 
 
 Sept. 18, 1908. 
 
 A Promise 
 
 Deny me not, and thou shalt see. 
 The Wonders of Immensity; 
 Search deep into thine in-most soul. 
 And thou wilt find the hidden goal; 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 31 
 
 Remove the rubbish of the years, 
 
 Cemented with most bitter tears, 
 
 Where pride, and passion, have held sw^ay, 
 
 Debarring out, the light of day; 
 
 Look deep, amongst the Ruins, — find! 
 
 A generous love, for all mankind; 
 
 And, e'en as thou shalt love them, all, 
 
 ril answ^er to thy lightest call. 
 
 Arise! Walk forth! from out the gloom, 
 
 Df Self-hood's Individual room! 
 
 And, thou shalt find thy soul's desire, 
 
 With W^tch-word, Higher! ever Higher! 
 
 July 5, '1906. 
 
 Love vs. Mind 
 
 The fret, and the fever, of living. 
 
 Lies more in the Mind, than the Fact; 
 
 It 'is Selfish desire, that fuels the fire, 
 And keeps a man on the rack. 
 
 Oh ! Love, is the Key to Contentment, 
 If you only know, just where it lies; 
 
 It will pass you, each day, along the high-way. 
 That leads to the Heavenly skies. 
 
 And, the world will grow brighter, and better. 
 As farther you journey it through; 
 
 The flowers will look rarer, and fairer. 
 
 When seen 'from the Right point of view. 
 
 The rugged, and jagged, old Pathway, 
 Will teem with a foliage, bright. 
 
 If you just jog along, with a smile, and a song, 
 A-Thinking, and D<oing, what's Right. 
 
 Dec., 1908- 
 
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 Thy Lover's Smile 
 
 The tide will turn, and thou wilt be 
 Buried, in deep immensity i 
 
 Of former Verse, of former Lore, 
 'Grasping life's problems more, and more, 
 As on ye press, in rythm.ic strain ; 
 Sensing the music, o'er again ; 
 Catching each note, that rolls along 
 On tremulous waves, of ether song. 
 Until it blends in Infinite 
 Expression, and is lost to sight, 
 And sense of miortals on this plane. 
 Till reflex action, once again 
 Returns them, softer than before, 
 To sweep-chords of thy being o'er, 
 And thou shalt sound the sweetest notes, 
 That thrills in fairest Seraphs's throats- 
 
 Thy Muse is silent ,for awhile. 
 Abandoned to thy Lover's smile. 
 
 Love s r assion rower 
 
 Itl lures me, with the old-time charm, 
 Cleaving m<e 'round like living-flame. 
 Wind fanned-absorbing all my sense 
 O'f .duty's debt — of honor's name. 
 
 In subtle mists of wistfulness 
 
 It shadows me, — in sweet-alarm ; 
 Still, tranced within my lover's clas,p, 
 I feel no fear, I fear no harm. 
 
 I dream no dream of future fame. 
 
 I live,'a-wakened, to the Now — 
 My soul, a-thrill, with rnelody 
 
 From echoes of my lover's vow- 
 
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 33 
 
 Tthe night-wlnds fain' my fevered cheek 
 In vain, to make my blood run slow; 
 Tihe falling dews, my face en-molst 
 As aftermath— of passion's glow. 
 
 That burns in shimmering noon-tide beams, 
 Through* avenues of throbbing-heart, 
 Until I pulse, in every vein,— 
 My Love, and I are One in part. 
 
 April 20, igiO' 
 
 The Soul's Trem-u-lo's 
 
 E'en though, my friend, we never met, 
 My soul hath found a bliss complete, 
 In silent converse with thy soul. 
 And, as the days, and years unroll. 
 Enlargement of mind, takes place 
 In understanding. And the face 
 Of mother-nature glows, and blooms 
 In richer beauties. And her glooms 
 Dispersing, leave no trace of Death; 
 Or dank, or foul, or darksome breath 
 To wither flowers, that olttlmes spring 
 From soul, to soul, In Offering. 
 
 May 26th, 1909. 
 
 Life 
 
 Casted on the sea of Individual Motion; 
 
 Storm-beaten, Tempest-tossed. Our Bark borne along 
 By currents, Emotional; and Self, the devotion 
 ^ To sound the Vast Depths; be they right,-be they wrong. 
 
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 Drifted, to shores, whose calm, shows but dimly, 
 Through waters, etherian, the Quick-sands of Life, 
 
 Strewn with fragments of wreckage, whose Griefs, hidden thinly. 
 But sings us this prelude: ''Gone down in the strife." 
 
 Out from the deeps of our Soul's Quickened centre — 
 Mystic, euphonius! Hope breathes with a smile. 
 The incense of Virtue, that Conscience had lent her; 
 Life's sorrows to comfort — life's faith to beguile. 
 
 Gladly our Bark turns to leave the sad Memories — 
 
 The meteor sparks, that had led it on shoals — 
 Made up of false Joys, false Hopes, and her phantasis, 
 
 That in myriads loom up to allure human souls. 
 
 Absolved by the tears of our soul's Inner Fountain — 
 With Hope as a Pilot, through channels of grief — 
 
 Argosyies laden with faith, — and undoubting. 
 
 That Love, the Christ-spirit, would crown us in peace. 
 
 Back! we turn back, to the limitless Ocean! 
 
 The fathomless ocean, whose currents of life. 
 Will take us to Christ, through the wreck-age, and drift-wood 
 Of Self, and the echoes: "Gone down in the strife." 
 
 Feb. 15 th, 1907. 
 
 My Heart's Appeal 
 
 To, Mine Other Self. 
 
 O'h! Soul, of mine! Oh! other Self! 
 
 Thou hast closed the gates of Heaven, to me, 
 Whilst in mistaken attitude 
 
 Of mind — ^^and — love — Thou boldest the key 
 
 From out mine reach of thought — ^and glimpse — 
 Wh'ch grieves me, sore, — making me long 
 
 More eagerly — my search pursue — 
 For Holy Grail, — of sacred song, 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 35 
 
 That lies within enchanted gates 
 
 Of Heaven; custodians, of Angel's — 'round 
 To watch, — and guard the Symbol, — rare, — 
 That breathes response — when sought — and found 
 
 By earnest ones — Ensconced — in 
 
 The niche of God's own Altar fire — 
 
 Of love — ^of truth — of ardent growth — 
 That those may quaff — in fond aspire — 
 
 The deathless passion of their soul — 
 
 The nectar — sweet — from Love's abyss — 
 
 Enchanted bowl — of crimson red, 
 
 Whose roseate beams, the Christ didst kiss 
 
 At 'last, sad supper of the earth — 
 
 And Drunk the blessings — of his race — 
 
 That, sparkling flows — in lambienit gleams — 
 And Phantom forms, o'er nature's face. 
 
 I cry, me out ! Oh ! Other Self ! 
 
 Unloose the gates, of God, for me! 
 That I the sacred zones may reach! 
 
 That with Soul-vision, I may see 
 
 The sunrise wings — of angel mould — 
 That points the way to mystic bowl — 
 
 Unchallenged — as the rippling brook 
 
 Of love — that sculptures out the Soul — 
 
 In statues — perfect, of desire — 
 
 And noble deeds, of strength. — made bold 
 By suffering — and hy sacrifice. 
 
 I urge Thee Psyche — not, witbold 
 
 Thy power — of goodly company — 
 
 To me — Thy Other self — and kind, 
 Embrace! and open up the gates! 
 
 That I the Holy Grail, may find! 
 
 For greater far — my thirst — than Thine! 
 
 Though Thine the power to command! 
 I grant ye, Yea! But smite ye, not! 
 
 With power — God 'trusted to Thine hand — 
 
36 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 Render me, forth ! mine heritage ! 
 
 Of jewels bright! Of crown of gold! 
 Nor ease thy mind, with little pence, 
 
 As Judas, — when the Christ was sold! 
 
 Thou slayest me — with grief — and pain ! 
 
 And rod of love! that clings to Thee! 
 In swaying motions! of my Soul 
 
 Made Tempest! by the Inward Sea, 
 
 Of deep emotions! of a kind — 
 
 That brings me none — or little rest — 
 
 Until Thou lift me up in heart, — 
 
 And say: "Thou art worthy of thy quest!" 
 
 (The Answer.) 
 
 The Pinnacle of Heaven, gleams. 
 
 Across the gate-way of my Soul, 
 In splendor's vision ; and I dream 
 
 The flash is come, from living bowl ; 
 
 Whose nectar, gods, do. sip in bliss — 
 Exceeding Joy — of floodings — deep — 
 
 From heart of Creatures, clad with wings 
 Of rose-red sparkle, — and, I sleep. 
 
 July 27, 1909. 
 
 A Vision 
 
 I can see a century rising, o'er the hill-tops, from afar — 
 Vapory-mists of roseate splendor, in its folds; a Purple Star. 
 On it comes, so slow, — but surely, moving onward o'er the vast 
 Expanse of mighty ages, — crowding down the Olden-past. 
 
 With her wanton ways, and crudeness, of a knowledge, just begun, 
 When the Hand of Time, but fondled Wisdom as a New-born-son ; 
 When the Light of coming centuries, shone spasmodic, o'er the 
 
 world — 
 While Eruptive-nature's bosom swelled to torrents, e'er it hurled 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 37 
 
 Giant forces, o'er the nations, — smothering pride, and pomp, aii 1 
 
 show, 
 From the hearts, whose fiery-furnace fanned them into fiercer glow; 
 Crowding out the old-time sadness, — bringing in the new-found joy; 
 Happy as a child, a-clasping, to his breast, a longed-for-toy. 
 
 Crow.ding out the old-time madness, of the Nations' Meanest Craze — 
 Crowding out the Hell and Heaven, of Old Antedatal days; — 
 Bringing in the Christly Promise, of a Place where all is bliss; — 
 Not, a Special place, but Timal,'a little further on, than This. 
 
 What to us, are all the Sexes? What to us, is Male? Female? 
 Out beyond the glimpse of mortals, — where the finer forces meet, — 
 Where the senses oft commingle, — making life a heaven complete; — 
 Involution evoluted, — functioned on a higher scale — 
 
 We, who feel exalted ardor, from the perfum.e floating by ; 
 We, who sense Divine-instillment at the Glances of the Eye; 
 Xhere no glamour blurs the vision, — There, no frenzied acts — 
 
 regret ! 
 Final causes! ultimatum! There, no tired brains a-fret. 
 
 There, no weary hearts are aching, — laden down with love that died — 
 
 Falsifying — unrequiting — ^There, no Christs are Crucified. 
 
 But, above the dust of ages, — on the Pinnacles of Truth, 
 
 W^here the Law^ of Love's equator, brings us back, our vanished youth. 
 
 Make the blood of age, a — tremble, with the pulses of the spring, 
 Beat to fuller Note, and Purpose, — like a brid on soaring wing. 
 Ch! I see the Centuries rolling, — In a vaster form than This — 
 Finer Atoms — Spirit — Matter — In one Soul — embracing Kiss. 
 
 Why should we reget the Passage, of the years of Mother-Time? 
 When a change means Soul-progression, in a vaster, — grander Clime! 
 Where, the- soul is cramped no longer — ^struggling on, from day to day; 
 Counting Time by Labor-sweat-drops, — hampered by this Clod of Clay- 
 Where ; ithe freedom of people ' grows, by Aspiration's fire ! 
 Soars the mind! the thoughts! the purpose! upward! onward! higher! 
 
 higher! 
 Self is Soul, — and Soul is self; no more Wkr between the Two — 
 Love, the Basic 'force — and Dominant, — ever Birthing Something New. 
 
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 In her spiral course, and conduct, — in her morch along the line 
 Of Eternity's vast pathway, through the halls, of endless time, 
 Intellectual Seas of Radium, Inspirational Seas of Love, — 
 Sweeping through the hearts of people, from the Fountain source above- 
 Where, the Truth, — Divine's ambition — Pleiadic, ever rise; 
 Upward, — onward, — forward, — ^ever — ^till it reaches Paradise, — 
 And the Centuries rolling forward, — from a Field of broader range,- 
 Miaking people Altruistic,— Worship at the Shrine of Change. 
 
 Purple glows the star of w^isdom; — dawning 'through the mist of night — 
 Shining o'er the brow of Ignorance, through the mellow, molten light 
 Of the Centuries, — coming, slowly, coming surely. Reeked in Truth, — 
 Dripping, ghastly dews, from Heaven, o'er the Minds of Unborn youth. 
 
 As an Earnest, of the Cosmic, that must revolutionize — 
 
 Realization! standing, couchant, just before their eager eyes. 
 
 Rocks, insensate, that will pulsate, — ^as they watch the Quickening 
 
 Stones — 
 We, in Spirit, — Pleonastic, — Laughing at our Bleaching bones. 
 
 April 5, 1909. 
 
 My Bark of Life 
 
 Over Life's Tempestuous Ocean, 
 
 Swiftly speeds my Bark of Life, — 
 
 With her sails unfurled, — and fluttering — 
 In the breeze of Toil, and Strife. 
 
 On her pennons, fluttering wildly 
 
 To each breeze, — flecked with foam — 
 
 Dimly seen through mist, — and vapor — 
 Just these words: "I'm Going Home." 
 
 Though, the sea of life be stormy — 
 
 Strewn with rocks, and set with shoals; 
 
 I am nearer the supernal, — 
 As each billow, onward rolls. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 39 
 
 Though, my bark be bruised, and battered 
 On the rocks, — by winds, and tides, — 
 
 I shall reach the port, called Heaven, — 
 For the Angels, are my guides. 
 
 They, will pilot me in safety, 
 
 To that Land of pure delight, — 
 Through the morning — through the noon-day — 
 
 Through the dar/kness of the night- 
 
 They will lead me to the portals 
 
 Of my Home, beyond the skies, 
 Where, dear friends, for me are waiting 
 
 With out-stretched hands, — and love-lit eyes. 
 
 In that land of angel promise — 
 
 In that land where all is day, 
 I will be a welcome member, 
 
 "When the mists have rolled away." 
 
 July i6, 1907 
 
 Just Beyond 
 
 Just Beyond, 'the "Stygian River,'.' — 
 
 Where "Dark Shadows," cease to roll, — 
 
 Where ecstatic, rapturous music 
 
 Thrills, and fills thy longing soul, — 
 
 There, thy Spirit, often wanders, — 
 
 On the borders, of It's Shore;— 
 Sensing glimpses of a beauty. 
 
 That enchants thee, more, — and more, 
 
 As its vision, vague, — elusive, — 
 
 Tries to catch the Conscious mind; 
 Leaving fragments of its imprint, 
 
 Faintly — dim — and undefined. 
 
 July 5, 1906. 
 
40 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 The Lifted Shadows 
 
 Lines to Mrs. Irene Bailey. 
 
 An angel came My Way; and paused to speak, 
 
 As though a message sent from God, to her, was given. 
 
 To bless and comfort me; one autumn day: 
 
 Opening up the avenues, that lead to "greater heaven." 
 
 The glory of her soul Rayed through her limped eyes — 
 As tranced, she stcod'in gaze; while from her heart there 
 flowed 
 
 A God-tide Love, — which lighted up the sky's 
 
 Reflectings on=my Spirit: In molten streams, — that 
 glowed 
 
 Like living flames 'cf light; whose transcendental gleams 
 Penetrated through each recess of my soul's drear 
 shade, — 
 Lifting the shadows — drifting out, and across 
 
 The rugged, uneven lines; life's pilgrimage had made. 
 
 Lily Daly, Oct. 7, 1909. May Morse-Burke. 
 
 A Wandering Soul 
 
 Wanderer, Thou! -'Through Eternity's vastness! 
 Wandering oft, as ye journey along— 
 How the fair Heavens, can smile so serenely, 
 
 And gaze on the miseries of Earth's sorrowful t]h.rong. 
 
 See! Oceans, of Nothingness, teeming with nothingness — 
 Fashioned by nothingness, bounded by space — 
 
 Out in the Unknown Forever! and, ever! 
 
 A Charydis Thyself! in the Maelstrom's mad race! 
 
 Go back to Earth! in thy search after knowledge. 
 
 Seek it in Hovel! in Palace! in Street! 
 Solve Thou! the 'problem, throughout all earth's acreage, 
 Why, Hell's gall, is so bitter? Love's nectar, so sweet? 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 41 
 
 Thou! profoundly erratic! Subllm.ely estatic! 
 
 To soar, to such heights, in thy Soul's earnest quest ! 
 Lost in the mazes, of magnetic hazes — 
 
 Transcending the Laws, in thy zeal, and thy zest ! 
 
 Jan. 12, 1907- 
 
 Love's Touch 
 
 Once, — in the golden glory of my youth — 
 Love (Passion's Queen) came passing by; — 
 
 She smiled,— and smiling, left within my heart 
 A sweet, — sad memory, — that will never die ! 
 
 She touched the brow of One — ^and, seeming— 
 
 I/eft the imprints of Nobility there: 
 A look of candor, in his eyes, she pressed. 
 
 And glory crowned the waves of auburn hair. 
 
 I gazed into the "windows of his soul," 
 
 And saw, or, thought I saw, the light of Truth. 
 
 I worshiped at his shrine, and on the altar, laid — 
 An incense, — the purity of my virgin youth. 
 
 Ambition oame, and, in 'his train he brought 
 The low browed-visaged — Envy — dressed 
 
 In garb, — befitting her station; and her mein- 
 With aspirations suiting Self, the best. 
 
 He kindled Other flames; making of Love, 
 And Faith, and Hope, One funeral-pyre. 
 
 I, heard the tortured cries— I, left the writhing throes— 
 I, saw in turn, each one, in -agony expire. 
 
 Groveling in the Dust and Ashes, of their ruins- 
 Submerged,— my spirit, in seas, Plutonian, of despair! 
 No Cha'ron waiting! to ferry me across the River! 
 The purity of my Golden youth, lies buried, buried! there. 
 
 —Jan. 13, 1907- 
 
42 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 My Soul's Struggle 
 
 I bow the head, and bend the knee, 
 To greater force — to greater clime — 
 
 That draws me o'er the unknown sea 
 To future bliss — to realms sublime. 
 
 I free me not from Serfdom's claim; 
 
 I journey on to reach the goal 
 Of life, — of love, that God alone 
 
 Transposes to my weary soul. 
 
 I gleam the light, through m'ist, and dark- 
 I feel 'its rays, through tangled, dank 
 
 Confusing webs; that break my speed, 
 And oft my weary soul has sank 
 
 In deep despond, whose poisonous waves 
 Lash fiercely 'round my lone retreat, — 
 
 Engulfing me in seas of dread, — 
 Submerging me in dire defeat. 
 
 With faint hope left, I struggle on. 
 
 Bewildered — dazed — while, yet the more 
 
 I struggle on, the waves uplift 
 In fiercer frenzy, than before, — 
 
 Lapping the fountain of my faith, 
 To cold, and dry, and stony bed — 
 
 While, with one long, despairing cry! 
 I wish to God! that, I were dead! 
 
 July 13, 1909. 
 
 Reciprocity 
 
 It thrills me with a love, so deep, 
 That angels listening, — fall asleep — 
 To catch, in dreams, the waves of bliss 
 That catch, in dreams, the waves of bliss 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 43 
 
 That float, from soul's enraptured kiss, 
 
 I sense the presence — feel the touch — 
 
 That ether waves have borne along, 
 
 Across the sun-kissed hills, and vales; 
 
 Embracing perfume, In their song. 
 
 From flowers — from trees — from beauties glance, 
 
 As offering of the homage — tried' — 
 
 And pure, and holy cause, of one 
 
 Whose memory brings a lofty pride 
 
 In friendship's name; In love's consent, 
 
 Which ever way my thoughts are bent. 
 
 July 22, 1909- 
 
 In the Heart of a Rose 
 
 We lived, — one night, — in the 'heart of a rose — 
 We drunk, of its perfume, sweet — 
 
 My love, and I, — as soul, met soul 
 In the joy of a bliss, complete. 
 
 Wie sipped of the dew, that fell from the sky — 
 
 We bathed in the purple mist 
 Of the fleecy clouds, whose crimson brow, 
 
 The sunken sun, had kissed. 
 
 We supped on the nectar of our lips, — 
 
 As they essenced, a wanton kiss 
 O'er the drooping petals of the rose, 
 
 That mantled our secret bliss. 
 
 We counted the stars, that blinked, and peeped, 
 
 To fathom our hiding-place; 
 We gathered the gleam of silver threads, 
 
 As they fell from the moon's fair face. 
 
 And, out of the threads, we wove a web 
 Of mesh to bind us fast < 
 
 In the subtle charm, of our Soul's-Life ipledge, 
 That Time and Tide can blast. 
 
44 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 We laved our souls, in the warm, red blood 
 Of the rose, whose quickening power 
 Of love, was only a prelude, to 
 
 The grand-passion of the hour. 
 
 Ah! we lived, that night, and, w.e loved, that night, 
 
 As we never loved, before — 
 As we never will, love, as we never can, love, 
 
 Should we live, for-ever-more. 
 
 For, our hearts pulsated, to one sweet note. 
 
 As our souls blent into one 
 Liquescent glow, of fumace-hea't, 
 
 From the — Rose — ^whence love begun. 
 
 March 28th, 1910. 
 
 The Enchanted Isle 
 
 I touched on the Shore of that Tremulous Isle, 
 
 Whose glamour of mist, blurs the sight, 
 Where ravishing waves thrill the heart with -a smile, 
 
 In billows of rapturous delight; 
 
 Whose verdure, and foliage shed subtle perfume. 
 
 In voluptuous, languorous song. 
 O'er votaries of worship, in blissful commune. 
 
 With gods of love's mystical dawn. 
 
 Like a bright plumaged bird, I sang the full note. 
 
 In measures of cadence complete, 
 Till broken-like strains, in a dying swain's throat. 
 
 It murmured of death, and defeat- 
 
 The charms of ihcr mirage, have fell from mine eyes, 
 
 Like petals of rose, in full bloom; 
 Wind-shaken, — stalk barren, — looks up at the skies ;- 
 
 It leaves at the door of the 'tomb. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 45 
 
 Her, Siren-like-spell, I have broken at last ; 
 
 The bright tinseled cross I've let fall, 
 While, her mantle of ecstacy, worn in the past, 
 
 Now covers my heart like a pall. 
 
 Farewell! And farewell! I am sailing away 
 From the Isle of Enchantment, whose bliss 
 
 Is the breaking of fond hearts, for Love's idle play, 
 Then wafted to— Hell— on a kiss. 
 
 August 31st, 1909. 
 
 Love's Ship 
 
 Thy ship, Oh! Love, that sped away 
 
 So gaily, o'er the summer sea, 
 Is now returning, freighted low! 
 
 What do'st she bring to thee? 
 
 Her flapping sails are soiled, and rent; 
 
 Her prow can scarcely cut its way. 
 As laborously she heads the pert, — 
 
 This sun-kissed autumn day. 
 
 Have storms, and tides, and ocean's — gale, 
 Whose billows, dark, with dreadful roar. 
 
 And waves foam-crested, hurled thy craft, 
 'Gainst Alien, rock-bound shore? 
 
 My ship that sailed away so trim, 
 
 So staunch, so seemly true, and strong, 
 
 That every breeze breathed sweet caress 
 And every wave a song; 
 
 Got stranded on the shoals of Life, 
 Where quicksands gleam, like hidden 'pearl, 
 Through fog, and mist, and dank sea-weeds, 
 That hide the vortex's whirl. 
 
46 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 Sweet Faith went first, then Joy, then Hope 
 Were doomed. Helpless I saw them go 
 
 Down ! down the banks of endless waves ! 
 Their bodies lie below. 
 
 My once fair Ship is laden, now, 
 
 With saddest Grief, and Pain, for me; 
 
 While on her deck, dead! sold! and still! 
 Lies Shrouded Memory. 
 
 September 22d, 1909. 
 
 Ideals 
 
 I have dreamed of a Temple, platonic, 
 An ^IdoL I've placed on its throne, 
 
 Whom I love, with a love that is greater, 
 Far greater, than God's for His Owa 
 
 I have built 'me a. Palace, Ideal, 
 
 Peopled by my heart s pictured, form ; 
 
 Replete with the joys ^of the angels, 
 And lighted, by Hope's falsest morn- 
 
 On the Altar, where Incense is bum'ing, 
 I ^have laid my womanhood down, 
 
 As ottering for divine revelation; 
 I orter, a Cross, for a Crown. 
 
 On the altar ^of Love, I have laid it ; 
 
 'Twfls birthed, by Despond, and Despair; 
 And I've borne it, in silent devotion, 
 
 Till lit leads me to Palaces, fair! 
 
 Builded, out of my own Mind's Creation, 
 Wiith Longing, and Hunger, and Thirst 
 
 For returns of Affection's fair coloring, 
 That bubbled, and seethed, till it burst 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 47 
 
 The confines of Duty, that Bound it; 
 
 Soaring out, through limitless Space,, 
 To find its Creative Center, 
 
 Imaged, in your dear form, and face. 
 
 Oih! Subtle, the wave, Evolutic! 
 
 Its windings, with shadows o'er-cast, 
 I've groupingly, feelingly followed. 
 
 And have found Soul ^expression, at last! 
 
 April 19th, 1909. 
 
 The Souls' Prerogatives 
 
 Oh, Master! Power divine! Whence comest thou, ifrom source 
 of greater fount? Where wert thine ego, embryod?? In what distill- 
 ment, and by 'whose fulfillment, and perfectment of nature's laws, 
 v^ert, formed, that I, should bow the head, and bend the knee, to thy 
 betterment ? 
 
 In satirical waves, of etherical selfVabasement, my Spirit roams, 
 to seek thy birthing; whilst yet, its distance 'greater grows, its wonder- 
 ment and perplexity. Advance me, to thine Primal-spot, and greet me, 
 for greater 'daring; 
 
 Behold me not, a'n deep submission of thy wanton caring. 
 
 Hope faints toe not, I still pursue 
 Thy land, thy clime, thy birthing, 
 
 The whilst m bliss, oi Love's eclipse, 
 Thy secrets, I'm unearthing. 
 
 July I, 1909- 
 
 The Soul's Ecstacy in Travail 
 
 Unruffled 'calm, — thy brow entwines. 
 With power to wound, to kill, to heal. 
 
 With weapon that my soul hath lent 
 Thy Greater Self; Thou »can'st but feel 
 
48 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 Thy Greater m'ght, thy power, sublime. 
 
 That came through aeons, of the years, 
 Down through the halls of endless Time, 
 
 To wrest my soul from groundless fears! 
 
 To snatch it from a Greater peril! 
 
 To check it on its Wild-ascent! 
 To hold it fast! and catch the flow 
 
 Of love, that only God hath lent. 
 
 Until 'some greater soul, than thine. 
 
 With power to feel, to understand 
 The subtle pain, (of inborn love) 
 
 Will waft me on to rapture's land. 
 
 July 6th. 1909. 
 
 Bitter-Sweet 
 
 Dedicated to Mrs. Sarah L. Annis. 
 
 "Sin to desecrate the hearth-stone of a friend?" W^ose whole estate. 
 Lies in waste of desolation, barren e'en of love, or hate? 
 Product of neglect, to fuel fires cf love, that burning low 
 Into embers, heatless ashes, died. Yes! died, long years ago- 
 
 Not a fragment, of the ashes, not an em.ber left to mar, 
 Utter smoothness of its level, nothing left, but tiny scar. 
 As a memor}- of a fondness, of a felly, weird and quaint, 
 Wlien I tried my soul to st'fle; thinking I was born a saint. 
 
 "Robber, thou?" Wl.o is the robber? I. must answer to the call 
 Of my soul, whose ghostly imurmurs echo nightly on the wall; 
 Turning me upcn my pillow, with the tide of love suppressed 
 By the social curse, — opinion. — by the viler.ess. f^ndmg rest 
 
 In the shallow minds, and manners, of the slanderous, murderous 
 
 mass. 
 Who establish shr'ne of virtue, 'midst their rotten, heathen class. 
 'Midst their helUpoluted rabble. — seething with profane desire, 
 Flooding out their carnal vomit, to extinguish soul's afire 
 
GLIMPSES BEULAH LAND 49 
 
 With the sacred light of [wisdom, glimpsed, and| gleaned from 
 
 nature's laws 
 Of attunement's potent magnet, that selects Its Own, and draws 
 Unto self. Its Own in likeness, merged in oneness, like the mist 
 Rising from the dews of heaven, that Aurora's sunbeams, kissed. 
 
 "Legal rights?" "The rights of others?" On the vibratory wave 
 Of God's breathing, comes this message: "You can never be a 
 
 slave." 
 **Break the home?" I catch the meaning! We can never beiapart 
 More than now- We're only drifting; Home is ever in the Heart. 
 
 Stranded on the rock, "Indifference;" Ship, gone down in flood of 
 
 tears, 
 In whose vortex, ever murmuring; "Hopeless ones can feel no fears!" 
 Who needs "pity?" not the "fearless-" not the "noble," not the 
 
 "brave," 
 Not the one whose "dauntless courage," c^ls for freedom through 
 
 the grave! 
 
 "Keep believing," What, believing? That the sun will rise, and set? 
 
 That the fires of Hell will- smoulder, e'er my heart will quite for- 
 get 
 
 Love's First Passion play in heaven? heart's first soul-embracing kiss? 
 
 "Keep believing?" Yes, and [feeling; hell were heaven, for only 
 this! 
 
 "Angel," I? The cause is Christian; E'en the act be;brewed in 
 
 Hell, 
 I will quaff/ the sparkling nectar, — smack my lips, — it tasteth well! 
 "Bitter Sweet," of gall and wormwood, mixed with all the joys on 
 
 high! 
 Pass the Cup, my friend, I'm Thirsty; I would drink again and die! 
 
 Aug. 20, 1909. 
 
50 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 Justification 
 
 That the Universe Should Smile, 
 
 Truth over might in contests surging, 
 
 Meets in fray organic foes, 
 In universal shades of error 
 
 In all spheres — more than man knows. 
 Fierce be their dual nature's comibat! 
 
 Love's war on might lasts but a-while; 
 For truth /and love are born to conquer, 
 
 That, all the universe should smile- 
 Oft are hearts with Vultures prowling. 
 
 Gnawing, sapping, ceaselessly. 
 And the dragon, phantom, intense burning, 
 
 Mark hell's imps on inward-prey. 
 Hell's infernal, wars 'internal, 
 
 Wiaged unbidden, meet a-while 
 Truth and love, in struggle final. 
 
 That, all the universe should smile. 
 
 When Love's heart beats break the chrysalis 
 
 Of its soul-mate, pinioned long, 
 To set free in God's supernal 
 
 Heights, of ether-light and song; 
 Say, not: "Sin attends the wooing," 
 
 If pain be, perchance, a-while, 
 Since, 'tis nature's way of doing. 
 
 That, all the universe should smile. 
 
 A dedication to the Author of this book. By John Henry 
 Titus- 
 July 29th, 1909. 
 
GLIMPSES BEULAH LAND 51 
 
 Affinities 
 
 A Message From Pa. ; Reply to my Question. 
 
 Ye shall dream bright dreams, of the coming morn, 
 
 Ye, shall balance thy mind with care, 
 Ye, shall "go thy way, and sin no more" 
 
 In the future, bright and fair. 
 
 Thy way 'is laid for a great estate. 
 
 In the realms of perfect bliss! 
 Would ye ruin all, by a base desire? 
 
 And a passing lover's kiss? 
 
 Thy glass of Life, is rolling 'round, 
 
 And Time, in his silent way, 
 Is turning the mills, of the gods, to grind 
 
 The grain, Yie, have reaped today. 
 
 So, be wise, and quaff, of the golden fount. 
 
 That is proffered thy lips, to drain, — 
 For, the friends that love — The friends you've proved 
 
 Might never, come back again. 
 
 Oct. 9, 1906. 
 
 Glimpses of Elysian 
 
 I glimpsed me, through ether, sweet fields of Elysian, 
 Whose sun sinks to rest, in a soft, mellow haze. 
 
 Of opaline tints, — whose rainbow hues promise 
 Paths running together, — no, "Parting of Ways." 
 
 Sweet Edolon's Isle, where souls link together 
 In subtle attraction, with thoughts of one Mind'; 
 
 Ethereal bonds, of friendship, and kinship — 
 All hearts of a oneness; all Souls of a kind. 
 
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 Where hearts beat together in peans of gladness, — 
 Bursting forthe from the Fountain of Love, as it flows 
 
 In waves undulating, sparkling, etheric, 
 In color of emerald, amber, and rose. 
 
 I glimpsed me, of flowers whose petals, — transparent 
 
 As mirror, — reflected the stars in the sky. 
 In twinkling, shimmering sheen, so transcendent, 
 
 Like smiles, — lighting up the souls, passing by. 
 
 I glimpsed me, of Lakes, on whose face, countless millions 
 Of lights, flashed, and sparked, — as its waves rolled along 
 
 In gladsome sweet music, of color a-bubble: 
 In time, and in tune, to the Angelic throng. 
 
 I glimpsed me, of Streamlets, w^hose liquid contentment, 
 
 Of Crystaline-laughter, and jubilant song — 
 Rang out as each wave, in pebbled-embracement. 
 
 Bowed low to the flowers, as they rippied ^along. 
 
 I glimpsed me, of me ead'ows, moss bound, and flower dotted, 
 With daisies, — whose faces, white stars, to me seemed, — 
 
 A-glitter with fire-flies, whose gossamer sparkle, 
 Cast tinkling tints, o'er Lakelet and Stream- 
 
 I glimpsed in the distance, great hills, so majestic, — 
 
 So regal, — so royal, — so kingly with peace; 
 That my soul seemed to center their hearts, as creation; 
 
 Their Bosom, the Palace of heavenly ease. 
 
 I glimpsed me, again, of a Tower, in whose shadow 
 
 Bright souls, — gladsome faces, with love in their eyes, — 
 
 Stood gazing, enwrapped with scene so enthralling, — 
 While Galvanic sprays fell soft, from the skies. 
 
 I looked! and behold — in letters whose coloring 
 Shone brilliantly bright, o'er the faces of youth, 
 
 Intermingled with spray, from fountain celestial; — 
 
 These words — just these words: — "The Temple of Truth." 
 
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 My eyes filled with tears, of iholy enchantment. ^ 
 I closed them— I closed them to shut out the light, 
 
 And dry up the tears,— when, I opened them slowly, 
 My Vision Elysian— had vanished from sight. 
 
 June 22, 1909. 
 
 Dreams 
 
 How often we dream, of Arcadia's beauties — 
 
 Bewildering sunsets, of purple and gold — 
 The blue, of her azure skies forming a canopy 
 
 That Artists ne'er penciled ; nor Poet e'er told. 
 
 Her clear, limpid streams, that sparkle like Dewdrops,— 
 Making euphonic cadence, as softly, they flow,— 
 
 Keeping rhythm to music, that angels are singing, 
 Enchanting the dreamer with voice soft and low. 
 
 The stars seem to listen, to music celestial. 
 
 And bllnl: their bright eyes, to shut out the tears, 
 
 That, falling, roll on, in rhythmical motion— 
 jojj^ in,— and are lost 'in the music, of spheres. 
 
 We catch ihe soft rip ?les, as floafng on e^her, 
 Descending, they fall on our listemng Ear, — 
 
 Enravlshing melody, just stirring the silence 
 
 In tremuloip waves, — that arc felt far and nea** — 
 
 'Tis the Ideal real,— that comes to our vision 
 
 In dreams, such as these— while to mortals are given 
 
 Enhancement of Soul-sight,- Perception's br^ht Taper- 
 That lights, us, a glimpse of our Spiritual Heaven. 
 
 Jan.27,1909. 
 
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 Psyche 
 
 Through the paths of eternity's windings, 
 My soul trod the steeps, and the heights. 
 
 In ecstacies great, of its findings 
 Of truths, whose prismatic lights 
 
 Flashed, and sparkled in moments, quiescent, 
 
 When, Psyche, with finger upraised. 
 Would hush the fierce chords, evanescent. 
 
 That swept o'er my soul, as it gazed 
 
 To pinnacle place, of its caring — 
 
 To far reaching points, on, afar. 
 Through the purple, and azure mists, daring 
 
 Her flight, and her vision to bar; 
 
 With his knowledge, and wisdom of learning — 
 
 With his love of unholy desire. 
 Indifferent to my soul's fond yearning — 
 
 Indifferent to earnest aspire, 
 
 Enfolding his azure and purple 
 
 Of meshes, so subtle and strong, — 
 
 Birthed from thoughts so elastic and fertile, 
 That she guessed not the right from the wrong, 
 
 Till, Psyche, her finger uplifted, 
 
 Pointed on, to the summit, in space — 
 
 Crow^ned with crescent of promise, for gifted, 
 And earnest ones, seeking God's face, 
 
 Lighted up with the smiles, gleaming brightly, 
 
 Of angelic beings of bliss. 
 Whose nectar my soul's quaffing nightly 
 
 Through eternity's lips, with a kiss. 
 
 Fraught with knowledge from wisdom eternal, 
 
 That, Psyche, in truth did unroll 
 To my vision — that angels supernal 
 
 Are in touch with my hungering soul. 
 
 July 5, 1909. 
 
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 The Glass of Time 
 
 Hope Gone — Resigned. 
 
 I look into the Glass of Time. 
 
 I see the moving-van of Fate. 
 'Tis rolling on, toward the Sublime 
 
 Ethereal: Wisdom's open gate. 
 
 I look into the glass, — and Lo! 
 
 I see a troop of Phantom years 
 Like moving pictures — come, and go- 
 
 Some w^reathed in smiles! Some bathed in tears I 
 
 I see th^ shores of Long-Ago, 
 
 Receding in the distance, vast. 
 The shadows lift. I feel! I know 
 
 A new life dawns! gone, 'is the Past! 
 
 I stand upon the great Divide. 
 
 A sense of love, draws cither way. 
 I falter; — turn — and, half decide. 
 
 To linger longer! — if I may. 
 
 I'll wait awhile! Fll idly dream: 
 
 Of Heaven above — -and Earth below — 
 (Like tangled weeds, — a-down the stream) 
 
 Unmindful, of Life's current's flow. 
 
 May 8th, 1906. 
 
 Note. — The above is my first Inspirational Poem- At the time, 
 or day I wrote it, my health was and had been, very poor; In- 
 deed, several doctors had determined that I had Tuberculosis, and that 
 there was no help for me — certainly, I was growing weaker every 
 day, — just waiting for the end of life on this plane of expression. Mrs. 
 R. M. Payne — a Psychic, would come daily, to cheer me with her 
 comforting. Spiritual counsel. On the day referred to as I was lying 
 down — Mrs- Payne, was sitting near — 3. strange feeling came over me^ 
 I felt las if I must Write, "The Small Still Voice" was whispering, 
 me. Mrs. Payne brought me a pencil and paper, and I wrote the above, 
 -—a half promise to recover. Mrs. Payne immediately took the pencil 
 and paper, — writing the following message: 
 
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 Admonition 
 
 Portrait to The Glass of Time. 
 By Mrs. R- M. Payne. 
 
 Never turn back! never turn back! 
 
 The gates are unhinged for you! 
 With beacon-lights along your track, 
 
 To guide your passage through. 
 
 Look up! look up! with purpose, grand — 
 
 Nor faint not by the way! 
 The Healer's Art, — with healing hand, 
 
 May yet, prolong your stay! 
 
 (HOPE RESTORED.) 
 
 Immediately came the following message through my organism: 
 
 Sail On! Thou Mighty Ship, of Fate! 
 
 Unfurl thy pennons to the breeze! 
 Thou wanton winds, thy w^aj^ belate — 
 
 Sail On! Sail on! to fairer Seas! 
 
 Whose, great expanse 'of Misty grey — 
 
 In vastness, — grows upon thy sio^nt; 
 IllumineJ b}- Phosphorescent spray — 
 
 Resplendent as Boreal's light! 
 
 Nor, wuit awhile, — to idly dream 
 
 Of Memories, — c^st along the way. 
 Fantastic visions, now they seem — 
 
 Departures of thy :losmg day. 
 
 Note continued: Those of my readers, who understand Sipirit 
 control, or, who has acted as medium for Ang-1 Messengers, will un- 
 derstand the condition that both Mrs- Payne, and I were In, while get- 
 ting those messages. For a long time I had not been allowed to put my 
 hands in water, — taking sponge baths only — ^however, Mrs. Payne, 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 57 
 
 arose — under control — ^went ooit of 'the room, returning presently, 
 bringing some ice cold water, — removing the batting that covered my 
 lungs, she dipped her hands into the vi^ater, then lay them on my lungs, 
 rubbing me gently, repeating the process, until my breast glowed, and 
 burned with renewed life, and action. My sister — ^who was taking 
 care of me, at the time, protested, saying, "you are killing her, Oh! 
 Mrs- Payne, you will kill her." My guide, Light Bearer, tells me to 
 do this," Mrs. P. replied. That evening a "Healing Circle" was held 
 in my home, for my recovery. We sat in a dark room without lights 
 — we had not sat very long when Three lights, about the size of silver 
 dollars, were seen to play over by breast and back, shifting from 
 place, to place, as if playing "hide and seek" — remaining for nearly a 
 half houp, disappearing by merging into One; gradually growingi 
 smaller, until it went out in a spark. My recovery, dated from that 
 day. It is now, three years since, and I am quite well land strong. 
 I feel that I cannot thank the Angel Messengers enough for their 
 kindly care, and my Inspiration, of which I owe to them. 
 
 May Morse-Burke. 
 
 The Parting of the Ways 
 
 The Dawn, is bursting o'er the earth, 
 
 Night's mantle, she has thrown 
 To Fairy elfs, who wing their way, 
 
 To the Palace, of the Ghome, 
 
 Who haunts the 'borders, of the shore, 
 
 Where Sunset, sinks to rest, 
 In liquid seas of molten gold, 
 
 As he doffs his azure vest. 
 
 It is the Parting of the Ways, 
 
 Where Light, and Darkness meet. 
 To go their separate ways, once more, — 
 
 Alone, and yet, complete. 
 
 April 19, 1909. 
 
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 To My Wife 
 
 Under the spell of her witching glance — 
 Under the flash of her wine-brown eyes — 
 
 Fathomless orbs — whose rays entrance — 
 Like the far-ofiE haze, of Eastern skies, 
 
 Where purple, and azure meet, and blend 
 In beauteous glimmers — in wavering-rest 
 
 Of incompleteness; and, thus do I, feel, — 
 As I cl^sp her wistfully, to my breast — 
 
 Holding her there, with hungering lo'^ 
 
 Longing for something I cannot quite name — 
 
 As a subtle, invisible, intangible power 
 Separates us; 'tis ever the same 
 
 I feel — knowing her, mine, and yet, not mine! 
 
 With that subtle something, which keeps us apart! 
 Een as I hold her close to my breast! 
 
 Close to my madly beating heart! 
 
 She calls it, "Inspiration's Power," 
 
 Belonging to her, and God, alone; 
 That none but Angel's hand can touch; 
 
 While III, think, her heart is stone! 
 
 Dec. 5 th, 1909. 
 
 Love 
 
 Love, — ^The Essence of the Soul. 
 
 Be content, to follow me, 
 
 Through the labryinths of Fate; 
 
 Winding in, and out, through life: 
 Peace, — and joy,— It's, ultimate! 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 59 
 
 Seasons past, and yet to come, 
 Bear their Chalice of decip woe; 
 
 None, escape its bitter draught; 
 All, must taste its ebb, and flow. 
 
 Seasons past, and yet to come. 
 
 Blear their Dead-Sea Fruit, — of Trust; 
 
 In its heart, a seedless core, — 
 Eaten Out! by Envy's rust. 
 
 But, the Tree of Love, will bloom, — 
 
 Shedding fragrance ever5rwhere; 
 Love, will lighten up the gloom! 
 
 On Life's Sea of Dark Despair. 
 
 Love, — the Essence of the Soul — 
 Love, — the Perfume of the flowers — 
 
 Love, — the Light, and, glorious Truth, 
 In this Universe of Ours. 
 
 July 24th, 1907. 
 
 Gethsemane 
 
 (A Lesson.) 
 
 Seek ye, not, the troubled waters, 
 Of the earth-life's over-flow, — 
 
 Turn thy gaze toward — the uplands — 
 See thy vague ideals, grow 
 
 Into being, — grace, and beauty. 
 Imaged from thy Soul's desire; 
 
 Woven in the loom, of Progress; 
 Shaped by Aspiration's fire. 
 
 Seek ye, not, the idle dreamers — 
 Seek ye, not, the world's decree — 
 
 Seek ye, Honor, Truth, and Justice, — 
 As did Christ, at, Gethsemane. 
 
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 Follow out thy wonderous visions, 
 Given, in the holy hours, 
 
 When thou wert in close communion,- 
 Sensing glimpses of the flowers, 
 
 That thy friends, in loving memory, 
 Brought as tokens of their love; 
 
 Fragrant messages, of welcome, — 
 Gathered from the bowers above. 
 
 June 25, 1906. 
 
 An Ode to The Hills 
 
 Oh! the snow clad hills! Oh! the majesty! 
 
 How proud ye stand, against the sky! 
 Encased in armor of thy God; 
 
 Tby heart unseen by mortal eye. 
 Thy soul is lofty, as thyself — 
 
 Aye! loftier! for by the light 
 Of ages shed adown the past, 
 
 Thy God hast ever been the right. 
 As firm, and calm thou servest Him, 
 
 With head uplifted, in repose. 
 Unswerving in thy faith, doth stand 
 
 Enshrined, in everlasting snows. 
 Oh! grander far, thy faith than mine. 
 
 That changes with the years of Time; 
 Along the march of different trend 
 
 Of thought, in different age, and clime: 
 In lapse of years: He, whom in youth 
 
 Was God, of heaven, of earth, of sea — 
 (A Fearful and a Special God) 
 
 Hath drifted far away from me. 
 Enriched within this place, there dawns 
 
 An Essence God, a Universe; 
 Whose Oneness — Love — exemplifies. 
 
 In varied phases, — forms of earth 5 
 Expressing all of nature's moods ; 
 
 In high accord — in low revile — 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 61 
 
 In lofty thought — in sCdden-brow, 
 
 In sorrow's tears — in joyous-smile. 
 'Tis God, that pulsates o'er the earth — 
 
 In every flower — in every tree — 
 In every living thing that grows — 
 
 In Love's response — to thee — to me. 
 We, are the Gods of our domain! 
 
 We, are the Father, and the Son — 
 Tlie Holy Ghost — ^the Trinity 
 
 As, merged in Being — into One. 
 We feel the cause; we, see the course 
 
 Of Time, as slow on Leaden wings 
 He soars laloof — (though pinioned down 
 
 By sordid m'inds — by sordid things.) 
 But, Braver-man, ne'er met a foe. 
 
 Than Time, — whose staff but points the way, 
 To brighter lands, — whose broader range, 
 
 Will usher in the light of day. 
 Sublime thy majesty, Oh! snow-capped hills! 
 
 Whose brow, frost-crowned, in diadems 
 Of God's perfecting, scintillating with truths 
 
 Of ages, in thine adamantine grandeur. 
 And calm serenity of poise; 
 
 Impregnable to Emotion's heart-throbs. 
 And fiery furnace glow: 
 
 Keeping aloof, and in tune, to monumental dignity. 
 Conferred by nature's molding, — 
 
 Where sunbeam-kiss of God, a-slant thy brow, 
 Doth rarify expressions, deep. 
 
 Aye! beautiful in awe, inspiring, measure-waves, 
 Of grand devotion, to the sky; 
 
 Whose Ether-blue, enwraps Thee, 
 As a mantle of glory. 
 
 Sublime! Ye, Art! Oh! Hills! In majesty's decorations, 
 And, stand ye There, Eternally; 
 
 As Sentinels of Truth, — the only word of God. 
 
 June 23, 1909. 
 
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 The Archway of Almighty God 
 
 "The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament show- 
 eth His handiwork." 
 
 Dedicated, to My Friend — John Henry Titus. 
 
 Silent, and lone, Ye stand! Aliens of a different race, and clime! 
 
 Wert banished, thou? thy Kingdom? as monuments of Time? 
 Or, did some war, coeval with thy birth. 
 
 Convulse the bosom of thy god's domain, — 
 Urging him on, to missle thee at foe? ' 
 
 As Goliahs, — of his reign? 
 
 Or, wert ye kingdoms of thyself? thy god, — 
 
 Whose internal breathings, didst agony proclaim? 
 
 And leapt ye forth in space, in travail pairs. 
 At birth of thy creator's name? 
 
 Huge monsters! of a decadence, past! 
 
 We comprehend thee not! nor know the reason why, 
 Or cause, , that belched thee hence, — upheaval's majesties, — 
 
 As fallen angels, there to lie. 
 
 Thou adamantine proof, of wondrous power! 
 
 Thy grandeur terrifies the hearts of men 
 In scope of exaltation ; and in Thought's aspire. 
 
 Thy muteness, baffles Minds loftiest ken. 
 
 Thy silent commune, reveals thee not! 
 
 Thy dignity of calm repose, that press the sod 
 In Herculean clasp, unruffled, sleeps, — 
 
 Pulsing, The Arch-way of Almighty God! 
 
 The feathery fern, that clings to thee in love. 
 
 Determines, us, thy heart is not all stone; 
 That passion's furnace-fires, still burn, as in the ages past, 
 
 Whilst yet to kindred known. 
 
 Thine everlasting nature, is unchanged! 
 
 As changeless as the Power that placed ye there! 
 Omnipotent! Omnipresent Spirit! Truth! 
 
 We leave ye rocks, to this, — ^The Father's faithful care- 
 
 Nov. 12, 1909. 
 
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 Note. — The following poem, was inspired by viewing the won- 
 drous, adamantine deposit at Rock City, New York, which has baf- 
 fled the minds of the world's most eminent Geologists, — being of 
 Alien, mineral composite. 
 
 Author. 
 
 Accompaniment to Archway of Almighty God 
 
 To My Friend- 
 
 I knew, my friend, that I had scaled, 
 
 The heights of unseen Mount, 
 And drank the nectar, of the gods. 
 
 That flows from Living- fount ; 
 That, hand in hand, and heart to heart, 
 
 Our souls, the path-way, trod, 
 That leads to Wisdom's fair domiain: 
 
 "The Arch-way" of our God. 
 And, there, in oneness of aspire — 
 
 Our ipulses, all aglow 
 With love, and Infinite desire, 
 
 Found, that, which Ye would, know. 
 And in the presence of divine 
 
 Intelligence, we drew 
 Sweet poesy, from Master minds. 
 
 And brought it back to view. 
 That, Ye, in ecstacies of thought — 
 
 With imagery as keen — 
 Might glimpse the Tidal-waves of Might, 
 
 And Flight, that roll between, — 
 Whilst yet, our souls, sing joyous notes, 
 
 In strains, so clear and strong, 
 That every hour, breathes melody, — 
 
 And every day a song. 
 
 Nov. 15, 1909. 
 
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 The Power Behind the Throne 
 
 Dedicated, to Dr. S. J- Richardson of Lily Dale, N. Y. 
 
 "Tis the power behind the throne, that dwells within 
 
 thy temple now." 
 Thou instrument of God! obedient to the hand 
 That becks thy soul aloof, in favor of demand, 
 And stamps the sacred impress of bright angels on thy brow. 
 
 , It lighteth up the contour of thy citadel ; whose fame 
 Exceedeth man's .conception, — exceedeth mortal reach 
 In mental grasp's reflections! of altrustic speech, — 
 Entwining wreaths of olive leaves, and laurels, rare above thy 
 name. 
 
 Oct. 9, 1909. 
 
 To Odeon 
 
 Thou canst not take the power, which God 
 
 Entrusted to my feeble care; 
 Thou canst not make, or mar one note. 
 
 That runs the scales, of spiral stair. 
 
 Attuned to melody sublime, 
 
 That angel fingers, angel hands 
 
 Waft softly, sweetly to my soul, 
 In subtle weaves, from ether lands 
 
 "Whose fertile seas, of music growth. 
 In beauty, to mine heart doth reach, 
 
 Enthralling me in sweet repose, — 
 
 Embalming all my thoughts of speech. 
 
 I could not let thime alien hand 
 Dwarf melody, of harp of mine, 
 
 I could not let its cruel touch. 
 
 Break chords of love, and give no sign- 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 65 
 
 The gods' — Immensity of space, — 
 
 That thrills, with silent voice my muse, 
 
 In sweet caress, — would cease their waves, 
 If, I, their sounds, did thus abuse. 
 
 So leave me and be gone my friend; ^ 
 Thy ;hand discordant notes, but bring, 
 
 Let angles waft me love's refrain 
 As free as bird and brooklets sing. 
 
 July 20, 1909. 
 
 The Platonic Shrine 
 
 Fair Temple, Platonic, we greet thee, ^ 
 With heads bending low -at thy Shrine, — 
 
 Whilst our hearts, triumphant, are beating. 
 To music of Angels, divine. 
 
 March 6, 1910. 
 
 To My Friend 
 
 The bitterness of gall, my Being saps! 
 
 Hell's smoldering fires, — in Witheringnheat,— -en-wraps 
 
 The stagnant pool, of Misery's dull Woe, 
 
 As ''Mortal-passion's" pain,— doth ebb, and flow 
 
 In sodden rivulets, dripping ghastly dew, 
 
 As Heaven's hopes, receedeth from my mental view; 
 
 "Master the man, and thy victory is won;" 
 
 My battle, then, is only just begun. 
 
 ***** 
 
 I bow the head, — kissing the crucifix, — 
 
 Voicing the words, of Christ: "May this Cup, pass my lips. 
 
 Dec. 4, 1909. 
 
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 A Night-Mare 
 
 Turgescent waves, Galvanic! 
 
 Like Charybdis waters, Roll! 
 Tempestuous currents Sweeping 
 
 Through the gate-way of my Soul! 
 
 Dreams! of empyran Greatness! 
 
 Winds! of Plutonian heat! 
 Whose Cyclonic furies. 
 
 But laugh, at my defeat. 
 
 Titanic are my efforts, 
 
 This Hydra, to subdue. 
 While with Circean tactics, 
 
 His purpose, I pursue; 
 
 But' like a wind swept desert — 
 Whose dust, and scorching sand — 
 
 And effluvium exhalations. 
 Effectuates, Mirage-land! 
 
 Illusive ! M iscellaneous ! 
 
 Miraculous! Misanthrope! 
 Causation's Catenations, — 
 
 With caution — doeth approach 1 
 
 Fantastic forms, surround me — 
 I, Awake! — I, gasp! — I, moan! 
 
 And, with one Mighty effort 
 
 The Night-Mare ! is o'er thrown. 
 
 Feb. 27th, 1909. 
 
 The Artist 
 
 There are Rubens, and Raphaels, and Titlans, and Rembrandts, 
 Whose names have rolled down through the annals of time, 
 
 In plaudits of fame, through history's galaxy, 
 
 And sang into memory by eulogy's rhyme. • 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 67 
 
 As monuments, great, of their wonderful genius, 
 Their paintings now hang in galleries of art, 
 
 Whose emotional coloring, and vivification 
 Awaken the soul and enrapture the heart- 
 
 But the artist, whose face has never been imaged 
 
 In marble, or name been graven on stone, 
 Is the artist of Life, and mind is the gallery — 
 
 His brush and pallette lie on memory's throne. 
 
 Our mind is the gallery, and Life is the pamter. 
 Whose hand never falters, whose heart never fears, 
 
 As in earnest, he truth-fully, sketches his pictures — 
 Some painted in laughter, some painted in tears. 
 
 Th'is artist, with brush, is still working, faithful, — 
 Ihere are pictures outlined on canvas of white, 
 
 -AH ready to touch up, with most vivid coloring, 
 When the morning succeeds the shadows of night. 
 
 Oh, what is the picture, the artist is painting, 
 For you, and for me, as the days come and go? 
 
 Is it sketched in with love, and unselfish devotion 
 To others, and lighted with purity's glow? 
 
 Or, does dark, murky shadows, make up the background. 
 With groupings of envy, greed, malice, and 'hate? 
 
 Is jealousy trailing her green, slimy garments. 
 
 To welcome foul sLander, who leans o'er the gate? 
 
 If this be the picture. Oh! angels in heaven. 
 
 Come down, in all mercy, and blot out with tears 
 
 The groupings and shadows, and w^th love light the canvas, 
 Dispelling the gloom that has darkened our years. 
 
 Place the rainbow of promise athwart the clear heaven. 
 And, Artist of Life, get thy brush once again, 
 
 Dipped in Lethean waters, — whose fountain, oblivion, 
 Shall deaden our memory, and lesson our pain. 
 
 And, Artist, get thy brush, perspective, 
 
 To paint this scene for me; — 
 A ship, storm-tossed, and weather-beaten — 
 
 Adrift in the unknown sea- 
 
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 Close by the shore of the unseen portals, — 
 
 (Of ever-lasting day) 
 Whose rays of light show Angels coming 
 
 To tow the ship away. 
 
 Feb. 14 1909. 
 
 Paradise 
 
 We Sipeak of "Paradise" as a Place apart — 
 
 Dawned from the glance of God, — in visions- sweet-approve, 
 Existent, — far, in f uture-blessedness-of-peace ; 
 
 And, peopled only by the ones we love. 
 
 Not so: the Cause that Animates our souls. 
 
 In joyous melody and tune, to things sublime, — 
 
 Thinks not of Place, or Time, in vast unrollment; 
 But Egoizes Paradise along the line. 
 
 Of Nature's great unfoldment of Divine 
 
 Enactment, and fulfillment of her Laws — 
 In, midst, of lust, and Craze, and all emotion's elements, 
 
 In like Degree proportionate, to the Cause! 
 
 We live, — we feel the sacredness, of emotion! 
 
 We climb the heights! — We sing to lowest depth! 
 Creations of our own, — ^of bliss eternal, — 
 
 In Judgment of Desire and Mind's assets. 
 
 July 8, ,909. 
 
 Portage Falls, Genessee Valley 
 
 The Imagery of Nature. 
 Lament not the Ruins of Time. 
 
 Lament not, the ruins of grandeur, that's past, 
 
 Nor the glory, the fame, or renown 
 That the Ages have hushed, with their Cycles of Time, 
 
 And the Years, that decay have hurled down. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 69 
 
 For, Eternity's high-way, will scope you a glimpse 
 
 Of its waters, whose silvery sheen, 
 Flash and sparkle, like diamonds, o'er uplands, and hills, 
 
 Rain-bowing, the valleys, between. 
 
 Its rocks, and its foliage, frondescent, appear, — 
 
 Prismatic, to wave in each ray, 
 'Til, the eye, and the ear, a-startle with Truth 
 
 Consents to the Heavenly way; 
 
 1 hat sages have carroled, and poets have sung. 
 When in tune with the Organ, above — 
 
 Whose symphonic notes, peal the message of God, 
 Rippled in with the music of Love. 
 
 May loth, 1910- 
 
 Silver Wing 
 
 I will prove, the time, not distant, — 
 
 When the silent, angel forces, 
 
 Gather up the fruits of labor; 
 
 And, with lavish hand, and generous. 
 
 Fills thy soul to overflowing, 
 
 With the thoughts thy soul is made of, 
 
 And thy eye, shall cleave the darkness, — 
 
 See the Hosts of Angel visitants, 
 
 That have come to bid thee welcome, 
 
 To the land of Wisdom, — Growing. 
 
 Indian, "Silver Wing." July 10, 1906. 
 
 Ah- 
 
 wa-wa 
 
 I will make your mind a-weary, — 
 I will free you- brain from thought; 
 I will press your tired eye-lids. 
 With the leaves, that I have brought, 
 
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 I will make you sleep, as sweetly, 
 
 As a child, without a care; 
 
 I will weave ycu dreams of beauty 
 
 Out of leaves, and flowers, fair; 
 
 And, throughout the Realms of Dream-land, 
 
 You s:hall wander, for awhile, 
 
 'Til the beams of dawn, awak^ you, — 
 
 P'resh, and litxpoy, as a chi^ i- 
 
 March 29, 1909. 
 
 A Traveler 
 
 An old man, toiling down the road, — 
 Toward the unseen gates ajar, — 
 
 With staff in hand, — his form low bent, — 
 Was asked: If he had traveled, far? 
 
 *Tve traveled seventy years, along; 
 
 With Time beside me on the way, — 
 And as a token of his love. 
 
 He has sprinkled all my hair with grey. 
 
 **He has left his marks, — of kindly care, — 
 Upon this wrinkled brow, of mine; 
 
 Some woven in with beauties, rare. 
 By love, — and truth's artistic line- 
 
 **And, some are furrowed deep, with grief, — 
 With keen desire, of passion's vent. 
 
 As Time and I, both traveled on. 
 Unmindful, of the way we went. 
 
 "And still, — w^e travel, on and on, 
 
 With tottering steps — midst earth, and sky. 
 
 With drooping head, and form low bent. 
 We know our pilgrimage, is nigh ; 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 71 
 
 "And yet. we feel the fires of youth, 
 
 Come tingling through our hearts, once more- 
 
 As on we gaze, with love and trust, 
 To loved ones waiting, 'on the shore, 
 
 "Just over there, so near, it seems, 
 
 I hear the boat-man on ;he tide — 
 I catch the gleam from iove-lit eyes, 
 
 That drav's me to the other side. 
 
 "I see the friends of long ago. 
 
 Come, reaching out their hands, to me: 
 
 I hear their whisper, soft, and Low; 
 "We soon will set your spirit free." 
 
 "You hwe reeled »^c three score years and ten, 
 
 Of life, along this toilsome road, 
 And, as you near the unknown, When, 
 
 We'll lighten up your load, 
 
 "And, bring you safely, to your re3<- 
 
 Where friends, and loved ones doth abide; 
 
 So, follow on, with Time, dear heart, — 
 He'll lead you safely to this side, — 
 
 "Where, loved ones, now are waiting near, 
 
 To meet you with the love of old, — 
 Grown stronger, purer, than before, — 
 
 And holier, — a thousand fold." 
 
 A Poem gotten for Mr* Pierce. 
 July 13, 1909. 
 
 Memory's Cortege 
 
 O'er the past, waste, and desert, my memory is traveling — 
 O'er its scenes of my youth, — o'er its scenes of my joys. 
 
 When fancy was fickle, and pleasure was fleeting, — 
 And, I juggled with Time, as a child, with its toys. 
 
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 There were Roses, and Wbrmwood, and Nettles, and Pansies, 
 That grew, side by side, in the wild-wood of Life: 
 
 Oasis of Thorns, in Desert, a-cluster — 
 
 Whose points pierced me deeper, and sharper than knife. 
 
 There's a log house, a standing, on the brow of an orchard, — 
 Where Lilacs, and Snow-drops, and Roses grow wild; — 
 
 There's a tall stately woman, — with brown eyes, a-loving, — 
 Looking down, on the play of a bare-footed child. 
 
 There's a large, portly man, — on whose brow many winters^ 
 Of time, — and of toil, — have left sprinklings of grey, — 
 
 Sitting close by the door; — his hands loosely folded, — 
 
 Whose soft pensive glance, shows: his, thoughts far away I 
 
 His, Memory, — is traveling to the scenes of His Child-hood- 
 He dreams of His boy-;hood, — his New E^ngland home; — 
 
 He hears once again, the waves of Atlantic, 
 
 As they sweep up the pebbles, 'midst froth, and 'midst foam. 
 
 Then, memory, mine: sees a house near a village — 
 The large portly man on his home-ward way, — bound — 
 
 He stops, — falters, — staggers, a step or two, forward, — 
 With form all a-tremble, he falls to the ground. 
 
 The tall, brown eyed woman, — grown older — is weeping; — 
 The child, once at play, — is a young lady, now, 
 
 Who tenderly bends o'er the form of the sleeper — 
 With love, and half fear, she kisses his brow. 
 
 Years have passed: A man, — a stranger, — ^an alien — 
 Has come to the home: "to take Father's place;" 
 
 The girl: in contempt — only flashes this answer: 
 
 "You, are none of our kind! You are none, of our race!" 
 
 Sad, — lonely, — and desolate, she leaves the home cover. 
 With tears in her eyes, and pride in her heart. 
 
 She stranded 'midst strangers — 'midst shoals, and 'midst dangers; 
 Thus! Mother, — and daughter, were drifted a-part. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 73 
 
 The years pass along, — a marriage, — all, loveless, — 
 
 Takes place. While, rolling on Time's tireless wave. 
 
 The Mother and daughter, — meet once more together, — 
 And clasp their hands tightly, o'er a nevvly-made-grave ! 
 
 Hark! The bells toll again — from a far distant City! 
 
 They toll out the loss of our dearest, and best; — 
 The golden haired sister — Oh! how we have missed her, 
 
 Since, long years ago! she was laid, to her rest! 
 
 Anon ! and anon ! a brother stands weeping 
 
 O'er the form of his loved One, in a low, sobbing tone, 
 He murmurs; — "Dear wife; my heart is now broken; 
 
 You have left me, to finish my journey alone." 
 
 The Angel of Death! Comes again, with a summons! 
 
 The Sister, — whose widow-hood, — hangs like a pall 
 On the heart of the mourner; — whose cheeks are yet moistened, 
 
 And eyes, dark, and dampened, by tears that still fall! 
 
 Oh! Memory! Cease, thy dark, dreary pilgrimage! 
 
 My heart beats tO' sadness, this beautiful morn! 
 My head aches to madness, — with views cast in shadow! 
 
 Oh! glimpse me, — one rose, without any thorn! 
 
 Show me lilies, and pansies, and sunshine, — Not shadow! 
 
 In which: me, and mine, — took the happiest part 
 With joy all a-bloom in our faces! — "Not yet. Dear, 
 
 There are two, little graves, kept green in your heart." 
 
 And the grave, — still a-hunger: yawned deeply, and darkly. 
 For the tottering steps, drawing near to its brink. 
 
 Oh, Mother! Dear mother, come back from the cloud-land; — 
 Or, Angels, in Heaven! give me lethean drink! 
 
 Oh! Memory! What made you go traveling backward! 
 
 O'er the past desert waste, of sorrow, 'and fears? 
 Regrets! — disappointments! — wrt!i Hope, laid in ashes! 
 
 You have glimpsed me but graves, — bathed in bitterest tears. 
 
 Oh! Treacherous, Memory! I awaken your slumbers. 
 To show me, past roses; Not, wormwood, and rue! 
 
 "In the Cemetery, Yonder! Where stones gleam' so whitely, — 
 'Neath the wide spreading Maple, — There is room left for You. 
 
 April 13, 1909. 
 
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 On Modern Spiritualism 
 
 An Anniversary Poem, by Request of the Committee. 
 
 Years ago, in the hush ^of a beautiful twilight; 
 
 When nature seemed donning her mantle of night, 
 Through the dusk of her purple and azure enfoldment : 
 
 There dawned on our vision, a Luminous Light. 
 
 'Twas the "Star of the East," rising, bright, o'er New England,- 
 
 (Whose "heart" throbs for freedom, — in thought, and in deed- 
 Whose pulsating soul, — ^a-quiver with longing, — ) 
 
 Attracted the Star, — bearing Spiritual seed- 
 Watch the Star's gliding, softly, — silently, radiantly! 
 
 On through the vast heavens, it wended its way. 
 Till it came to a "Cot" in "Hydesville's" green valley, — 
 
 And hung there when, out from its Opaline ray 
 
 Sprang an angel, — exultant, — who bore on her bosorp 
 An infant, — all clothed in purity, — Love divine. 
 
 Saying: "We've Christened this Babe, 'Modern Spiritualism,' " 
 And bequeath Him to thee. He is thine! He is thine! 
 
 "He brings thee a message of Truth from thy loved ones, 
 
 V/ho long ago, passed to the realms above 
 As a link in the Chain of Endless progression 
 
 His mission (on earth) is Peace, Hope, and Love. 
 
 "Enkindle thy heart with beams of His presence; 
 
 Inflate, well, thy Soul, for its spiritual need, 
 Grown warped, and mis-shapen by groveling, supinely, 
 
 At the altar of Ignorance, — dogma, and creed. 
 
 "Flash the rays of His truth, to north, — to the southward, — 
 Let the winds catch their glints, and bear them along, 
 
 In rhythmical measures, — to sparkling waves, dancing 
 Across the Pacific, in rippling song. 
 
 "Let Tumultuous Atlantic, — whose waves lash in fury 
 Its billows of blue, as they roll in their flight, 
 
 Toward the Temple of Science, whose rational reasoning. 
 Creeps slowly along towards the Spiritual Light. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 75 
 
 "Let each giant wave with Truth, become pregnant, 
 
 As onward they roll, — flecked with froth and with foam, — 
 
 On! on, to the shores, of Pr'est-ridden Ital}^ — 
 
 And, — like Caesars <oi old — bear the Message to Rome. 
 
 "Let the Thunders proclaim It, in loud detonations; 
 
 Let its echoes reverberate, o'er the vast plain ; 
 Let the Lightnings repeat It, in flashes from Heaven, 
 
 Glimpsing Faces of loved ones, again, and again-" 
 
 The Angel unclasped the Babe, from her bosom, 
 With the Light of fair Heaven a-gleam in His eyes, 
 
 While, the "Sisters," enwrapped, with Vision Celestial, 
 Saw something like incense, float up to the skies. 
 
 The Child grew a-pace, — reaching boyhood, and manhood, — 
 Whife, forth from His soul, flowed an effulgent Light, — 
 
 Scintillant emittments, from Star, in whose center 
 
 Glowed Opaline beams, through the darkness of Night. 
 
 By the Light of that Star, we meet here together, — 
 For the birth of that Child, — for the birth of that Son, 
 
 We meet here together, in love, and thanksgiving — 
 
 That, He is strong, and still growing, at the age: "Sixty-One.' 
 
 By the Light of that Star, Science, walks down the valley 
 And peers through death's shadow, and darkness, and gloom', — 
 
 And sees by Its rays, that Life's light Immortal, 
 Glows brightly beyond the grave, and the tomb. 
 
 By the birth of that Infant, the fetters are breaking — 
 That bound minds In slavery, to church, and to Rome; 
 
 To the creeds, and the dogmas, of Theology's teaching — 
 Why! He is winning His way Into every home. 
 
 He has spanned the deep chasm, of Death's Darksome river, 
 
 And lighted the way to that Beautiful shore; 
 He has lifted the Veil of the Unseen portals. 
 
 And lovingly opened the Heavenly door — 
 
 That our loved ones may come, and, join In the anthems 
 Of "Peace and good Will," while a Message they bring, 
 
 (Through the aid of our medium's Psychlc-unfoldment) 
 Of "Modern Spiritualism" — This wonderful King! 
 
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 He has Sons, — now, — and daughters, in every direction; 
 
 From the shores of Old Scotia, to Egypt's green Nile — 
 From the land where Borealis gleams nightly, phosphoric, — 
 
 To the spice-scented groves of Ceylon's fair isle! 
 
 Unceasingly Pendulous, He swings 'round the Universe, — 
 His Orbit unchanging, it is Here, — everyw^here — 
 
 In Center! Circumference! on! on, through the Heavens! 
 Till it reaches the Land of our Loved Over There. 
 
 Lily Dale, a Few Years Later 
 
 Years ago, in the hush of a beautiful twilight, 
 
 When nature seemed pregnant, with love — bubbling o'er, 
 
 A feeling — ^expectant — pervaded the ether, 
 
 Like: "Commg eyents, casting shadoavs before." 
 
 Hark! a Voice stirs the silence, that erstwhile had fallen 
 O'er meadows, — o'er lilies, — o'er brambles, — o'er brakes; 
 
 A Wlhispering Voice, prophetically laden, 
 *'A 'Stork' hovers over your beautiful lakes. 
 
 **Go, build thee a Temple of cedar, and hemlock, — 
 Entwine it with ivy, and garlands of green; 
 
 A Temple of Truth, and await thou, the coming 
 Of angels, advancing, to herald a Queen." 
 
 Then Marion, spoke, in tones soft and gentle: 
 
 "Let us build, now, this Bower, to welcome our guest, — 
 Who is coming, — yes, coming, — the angels have said so: 
 Let us work night, and day, — let us work without rest." 
 
 They all went to work, — both the maiden and the matron- 
 The men helped a little, — as they jested and smiled, 
 
 Over the enthusiasm, of wives and of sisters, — 
 
 Wondering, who, be conceived, of this ''Wonderful Child." 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 77 
 
 But the Temple, it grew, as, if 'twere by magic, 
 
 'Neath the wide-spreading branches of hemlock and pme; 
 
 It nestled, a Bower of beauteous evergreen. 
 Awaiting the coming of Angel Divine. 
 
 The women, God bless them ! sat down in a circle. 
 To rest from their labors,— and felt half-afraid 
 
 To question each other, on such delicate matters. 
 As to whom, was to travail this beautiful babe. 
 
 Hush! a silence fell o'er them,— as deep as the darkness 
 That falls o'er the earth, when clouds break the light 
 
 Of stars, and of moon,— leaving nature enveloped 
 In vapor of blackness— the blackness of night. 
 
 And, out of that silence a voice,— low but thrilling. 
 Endowed with the richness, and volume of youth, 
 
 Spoke, saying: "All hail! to thee, matrons and maidens, 
 Ye are,— all of ye,— mothers, to the Spirit of Truth. 
 
 '' 'Tis, this place, that we consecrate to the Great Spirit 
 
 Of Truth, of Hope, of Love's holy flame 
 That gleams from the Star called 'Modern Spiritualism,— 
 
 This Utopian isle,— now, give it a Name. 
 
 "And, sit ye here nightly,— in groups, and circles,— 
 Invoking the presence of Loved 'ones passed o'er; 
 
 Bid them welcome, and greet them, with love, and with gladness, 
 As Messengers, come from the Heavenly shore-" 
 
 As the Angel ceased speaking, there floated In ether 
 
 A Pur,plish mist,— like a vapory veil, 
 While soft on the breezes, In musical cadence, 
 
 Came a low, gentle murmur of: "Lily Dale, Lily Dale. 
 
 The quivering leaves, on the trees, caught the echo— 
 The flowers In the woodland, the brooks in the vale, 
 
 Commingling their voices, in rhythmical measure ^^ 
 Rang out In sweet melody: 'Tlly Dale, Lily Dale. 
 
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 The winds caught the musical accents, and bore them 
 To northward, — to southward, — to East, and to West, 
 
 Till the people, of every Creed, and of nation 
 
 Well know. Where, to come for a Feast, and a rest. 
 
 How many, remember the Temple of Hemlock? — 
 How many, are here, who remember this place. 
 
 In its primal conception, of love — and of labor? 
 
 Are, there none of them here; Not, one loving face? 
 
 Yes! They are, all of them here, on this Anniversary; 
 
 They are all of them here, — to greet you, and say: 
 That, they, all of them, — join you in love, and in labor, 
 
 As they did years ago, on the first Natal day. 
 
 They all, see the work going onward, and upward. 
 As, they did years ago, "in the days of Lang Syne:" 
 
 They are, still, your co-workers, — ^of The Cause, that budded, 
 And Bloomed in the Temple of Hemlock and Pine. 
 
 Years have passed, since that time, when the Cause was in infancy ,- 
 But, Progression's Great wheel, — and Time in its flight 
 
 Has made this Place "A Mecca," for Sad hearts, and Lonely, 
 Whose souls are a-hunger, for Spiritual Light- 
 
 Lily Dale, Is the Center of rest, and of beauty; 
 
 As such, she is recognized; e'en Uncle Sam's mail 
 Is stamped with her beauties, of Art, and of nature 
 And Noticed. "A Scene at fair Lily Dale." 
 
 Should you travel this country, from ocean to ocean. 
 
 You will hear people saying: "N\ow, be sure, and don't fail, 
 
 To meet me next summer, when Camp 'is in Session, 
 At the City of Light,— Lily Dale, Lily Dale" 
 
 Now, let us Invoke the aid of our Loved Ones, — 
 That Peace,, Love, and Truth, may ever prevail — 
 
 In this Island of beauty, — whose Spirit Conception 
 Is Miraged in Heaven — Lily Dale, Lily Dale! 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 79 
 
 Oh! wonderful Truth, of Spiritualism, 
 
 That brings Peace, to the aching Heart, — to the Weary Soul, 
 rest. 
 May Thy Light ever Shine from the Summit of Heaven, 
 
 I'hrough The Star of the East, o'er the Queen of the West. 
 
 March 24, 1909. 
 
 The Birth of Our Cause 
 
 An Anniversary Poem. By Request lof the Committee. 
 
 Dear friends, — ^and co-workers; we meet once again 
 
 Beneath this same, dear old Hall, 
 To commemorate the Birth of our Cause. 
 
 We give glad greetings, to all. 
 
 We see in your faces, the Light of the Truth, — 
 
 We feel your hearts pulsate, and glow 
 With the fervor of Love, sweeping over your so»uls. 
 
 In its Spiritual ebb-tide, and flow- 
 
 We see Angel sentinels, guiding your steps, 
 
 With the Light, that never shall fail; — 
 The unwavering flame, that for aeons of years, 
 
 Has gleamed through Eternity's Vale. 
 
 'Tis the Breathing of God, whose Aurated-breath 
 
 Ignited the Spark, in the deep 
 Void of Nature, holding sw^ay o'er the land, 
 
 When Eden awoke, from her sleep. 
 
 'Twas a ray of this Light, — flashing forth from the womb 
 
 Of Nature, in Primal release 
 Of Intelligent-thought, — and, hath been borne along 
 
 On the Tide of Eternity's Seas. 
 
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 It came through the darkness of fog-land, and mist, — 
 
 Bedewed with Ignorance's tears, — 
 Shining steadily on, with Immaculate Truth, 
 
 'Til its splendor has vanished ouj Fears. 
 
 It has flamed out our doubts, and peopled our dreams. 
 
 With visions of loved ones, — gone o'er. 
 It ladens the silence, with m.essages, sweet, 
 
 From the friends of that Summer-land shore. 
 
 It has given us courage to live, and to die, 
 
 By lighting the valley, Unseen, — 
 It has Franchised us, Right, — to commune with our God, 
 
 With no — yawing — chasm between. 
 
 Resistless! Persuasive! Creative! it floods 
 
 The longing desire of our soul, — 
 Whose patience, encumbered, by doubt, and mistrust, 
 
 Feels the Darkness, receedingly, roll, 
 
 As its Imperious force, hymns restlessly on, — 
 
 Illumined by the colors, that glow 
 From God's Candelabra, — aflame with the Truth 
 
 Of Infinity's Love-over-flow. 
 
 It was this sacred Light, shining bright, through the Star 
 Of the East, — ^in the iheavens, — o'er-head, — 
 
 That en-haloed the Tomb, on That first Easter-morn, 
 When Christ arose, from the dead. 
 
 It Enkindles our heart-beats; and flashes our view 
 
 Through the grave, — through the tomb, — through the years- 
 
 Englimpsing us. Loved ones, whose bright-glances thrill, — 
 Drying up our sorrowful tears. 
 
 Its billows of Light, are sweeping the land. 
 
 From the earth, to the canopied sky. 
 Transforming our crosses, into beauteous crown, 
 
 To be worn in the sweet bye-and-bye. 
 
 Its paces are forward, sure footed, and firm, — 
 
 Undaunted, it leaps o'er the gate 
 Of Tradition's Ideal, — whose Dogmatic Hell, 
 
 Enfolds God in a mantle of Hate- 
 
It points to Che All, where Nothing, is Lost,— 
 
 It lighteth up Solitude's dome — 
 Unbidden,— Forbidden— it enters the door, 
 
 And, Phantoms the Altar of Rome. 
 The whip of the Creeds, have kshed through its flame,- 
 
 Fair Science, Ker flags, haw unfurled 
 To smother its glow,-but triumphant twill shine 
 
 Until it Enlightens the World. 
 Oh! the Truth of Spiritualism! ever shall stand! 
 
 Its Light, forever, shall flame _ 
 On! on, through endless,-Eternity s Sea, 
 
 Til it reaches the Source, whence it came. 
 
 Entwining our hearts, in one living Fount 
 
 Of Flame-flow,— whose rippling rhyme 
 B,^^: i, ,„„e,-as each bubble and sparkle of Love, 
 
 waves out, on the Ocean of Time. ^^^ ^^^^^ ^^^^_ 
 
 Sister Dear You're Not Alone 
 
 Silently, the twilight falls arouml' me— 
 
 Noiselessly it enters every room; 
 FoUo^ving in its wake,-comes sweet, sad «'^°"^' . „^ 
 
 That resemble moonlight struggling through the gloom, 
 
 I can see the lights of love, around me, f^f"^' 
 
 And I know my darling ones draw near, to me , 
 Coming from the Sum,.er-land,-through unseen portals- 
 
 Though, their forms, and faces, are but Memory. 
 I often sense their presence in the gloaming; 
 And, I quickly turn to see a smiling fa«- 
 AU radiant with love-beams,-born of Heaven 
 
 But, my Vision glimpses nought, but empty space. 
 And yet I feel, and know, that, they are with me- 
 
 That unseen lips are pressed upon my r"- 
 And^^that in accents^softeyha^^^^^^ ^Sf^^Talone. 
 They are whispering: bister, aear, 
 
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 "No, Sister, not alone; for we are with you — 
 
 And, will watch you, with the Joy that Angels feel, 
 
 When Lights from Heaven, — brighten up the shadows, — 
 To make Glad, some sorrowing iheart, with truth, revealed.* 
 
 Aug. 21, 1907- 
 
 Before and After 
 
 Faintly, the heart-pulse, — beat. 
 
 Fainter still, tihe noiseless feet 
 Of angels — ^as, they retreat 
 
 To the shining shore; — 
 Bearing in their arms,— away. 
 
 Mother's soul, to endless day, — 
 Where peace will come, — Alway, 
 
 Forever more. 
 
 Mother, in that happy land, 
 
 Will come and take us, by the hand. 
 As, she joins Our Angel band, — 
 Who greet us, as we wait, 
 
 For the token of good cheer — 
 
 Telling us, — that, loved, and dear 
 
 Friends of ours, are drawing near, 
 Through the unseen gate. 
 
 She, has only gone before, — 
 Leaving wide the unseen door, 
 That shall close. Ah! Never-more 
 
 To the Ones, in woe. 
 That, she left in pain, and grief — 
 While her own soul, found relief — 
 Anchored, on the Heavenly reef: 
 
 In Life's Over-flow. 
 
 Dec. 2, 1907. 
 
 Note — In the evening, as I sat holding my Mother's hand I 
 was given the above poem. I could almost hear the rustle of the Angiels* 
 wings. We knew that she was passing out,— slowly growing weaker 
 as the hours sped on. She passed out Dec. 4th, 1907. 
 
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 Mother 
 
 She is sleeping, sweet, — today, 
 
 Under-neath the flowers, of May, — 
 On the hillside, — far away. 
 
 Mother! Dear, Dear Mother. 
 
 She passed out, with the Autumn leaves. 
 
 To garner in, the golden sheaves. 
 And, my lone heart, mourns, and grieves 
 
 For Mother! Dear, Mother. 
 
 Underneath the falling snow — 
 
 As the seasons come and go, 
 She will hear me, call, — I know. 
 
 For Mother, Dear! Mother. 
 
 And, with love-light in her eyes — 
 
 From the realms, beyond the skies, — 
 Sihe will help my soul to rise. 
 
 Up, to Heaven! and. Mother! 
 
 Dec- 3, 1907. 
 
 Note. — This Poem, was given to me by my Spirit Guides, the 
 day before Ma passed out, and while I was washing the dinner dishes. 
 It was read at the funeral, or "Christening," of Ma's Birth, 'into the 
 Higher Life — by Mrs. Clara Watson of Jamestown, N. Y., who of- 
 ficiated at the services. 
 
 May Morse-Burke. 
 
 Mother's First Experience on Passing Over 
 
 Jan. 7, 1909. 
 
 The following poem was given me by my mother, Hannah 
 Morse, who Passed Out on December 4th, 1907; after an ill- 
 ness of about four weeks. U|p to the time of her last illness, 
 she was, and always had been, a most radical, and aggressive 
 orthodox; and it was a matter of disputations between us, — 
 often extending into unpleasantness: I being a Spiritualist. 
 
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 However, she sent f-or me, when she was taken sick, and 
 requested me to remain until the last,— as she knew sh€ was 
 going to **die." A few days after I had been there, the 
 "Ladies Aid," (headed by the minister's wife) called, en- 
 masse, after their hour of session, to condole, sympathize, and 
 pray for her, announcing that the minister would be there soon 
 to assist in prayer. My mother greeted them with "fierce" 
 cordiality — if you know what that means — and refused both 
 them and the minister the privilege, saying she was "as well 
 prepared to go as they or the minister, and furthermore," she 
 did "not want him to speak over her "dead body;" that 
 "Mrs. Clara Watson was going to perform that act-" Every- 
 one was astounded ; no one more so, than I. The ladies of the 
 Aid brought their visit to an abrupt close; each one remem- 
 bering some neglected home duty that must be performed, — 
 took their departure and, — never called again. 
 
 After they had gone, my mother told me: "Strange things 
 have been happening to me all the fall. My mother — your 
 grandmother — has come to me often, — is with me, at times, 
 every day, doing something over my head. Her first coming 
 was several weeks ago- I was lying down with my little 
 sihawl, over my head and face. I was nearly asleep, when 
 I heard soft, gentle, footsteps coming into the room. I 
 felt the presence of some one close beside me, and, the shawl 
 raised from off my face. I opened my eyes, but the shawl 
 had not been rem-oved. I raised up and there stood your 
 grandmother. We had a long talk, and she told me I was 
 coming to her soon. I have seen the girls, and Eddie" (mean- 
 ing my two sisters and brother, who passed out several years 
 ago). "They come to me often, — now, 90 do many of my old 
 school mates, and, one day my teacher came, — bringing me 
 an apple from the old tree that stood in the school house 
 yard- It tasted good! too, — a great, large, red one. We 
 don't have any like it now. I haven't seen your father yet, — 
 but, he will come, — they tell me." 
 
 My mother talked with me, after that, fearlessly and frankly, 
 about iher going; and making little gifts, here, and there, — 
 charging me, over and over again, — to be kind to my poor 
 epileptic brother, whom she was leaving behind. She wanted 
 to hold my hand constantly, when I was in her room. 
 
 In the afternoon, of December 3d, — about 5 o'clock, — she 
 looked up, suddenly, and exclaimed: "The girls are here 
 
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 again, and here comes Asa" (meaning my father). Such a 
 happy, pleased expression came over her face. She fell into 
 a quietude 'of thought, and was silent for some time- At last 
 I spoke, saying: "It is time for your medicine." She looked 
 up and replied: "May, what is the use? But, I will take it, 
 if you want me to. It will do no good." Those were her 
 last words. Sihe closed her eyes and slept until 4 o'clock, 
 the next morning, when her spirit left the body. 
 
 She had long since promised to write me, hter first exper- 
 ience, as to her going over. I received it the other day, in 
 the following poem, and am more pleased with it than any- 
 thing else, I ever got through my Organism. Dr- Henderson 
 of Lily Dale, treated her in her last sickness, and all of the 
 home people at Lily Dale are familiar with the occurrence — 
 also with her antagonism to Spiritualism, and the "change of 
 heart," in her last moments. She had a spiritualistic funeral, 
 — or "christening" into the higher life. Mrs. Clara Watson, 
 of Jamestown, N. Y., spoke over the remains. Mrs- Maggie 
 Wildrick, sang "Face to Face," and Mrs- Grace Champlin 
 p-layed the piano. Both of the latter ladies are from Lily 
 Dale. May Morse-Burke. 
 
 "Passed, I, into sleep, — Unconscious 
 Of all sorrow, grief and pain — 
 Sensing nothing, feeling nothing. 
 Till I opened my eyes again 
 
 "On a fairer world, — and brighter, — 
 Filled with beauties, never guessed — 
 
 Rippling streams, whose gentle murmur, 
 Lulled my spirit Into rest. 
 
 Undulating waves of music 
 Floated on the perfumed air — 
 
 Vaguely, I began to wonder, ( ?) 
 
 Where am I ? Oh! where. Oh! where? 
 
 "Memory, then began her weaving, — 
 Like a tireless, busy loom, 
 
 And, I listened for your footsteps, 
 As you passed from room to room. 
 
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 "But, the sound of rippling waters 
 And the song of unseen bird — 
 
 Mingling, with some far off music — 
 Was the only sound I heard. 
 
 "Nearer, on it oame, and nearer, 
 Till it reached a loud acclaim^ — 
 
 Ponderous, joyful notes of gladness, — 
 Bleating out our Loved one's name. 
 
 "Then a feeling — that I name not — 
 O'er my weakened senses crept, — 
 
 Filling me with sweet contentment. 
 Like a weary dhild, I slept. 
 
 "When I 'woke, 'twas on a vision 
 That I gazed, — so fair, — so mild, 
 
 That I scarce was sure I knew her — 
 (Your dear sister, my dear child) 
 
 "That had left us in the blossom 
 Of her budding motherhood, 
 
 Years ago; and, smiling sweetly, 
 There, before me, Hattie stood. 
 
 "Oh! the bliss of that one moment! — 
 Oh! the joy, — for, well I knew 
 
 That 'death's' dark, and dreaded river, 
 Somehow, I had forded through. 
 
 "All unconscious of the Passage — 
 As I crossed the dark abyss, — 
 
 As I journeyed dou-n the valley, 
 Whose drear shadows lead to bliss. 
 
 "Then from out the flowers, and foliage, 
 Other spirits, seemed to glide — 
 
 Your father, — brother, sister Eva — 
 All vv^ere standing by my side. 
 
 "I was weak, — so weak, — but happy. 
 And, I tried to speak — in vain. 
 
 Tears of love, and Joy, were falling 
 From my eyes, — like summer rain. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 87 
 
 "Your father, took, and, placed me gently 
 
 Im a soft, reclining dhair; 
 And I gazed around in rapture — 
 
 Flowers! flowers! every where. 
 
 "Loving hands caressed me fondly, — 
 Loving lips were pressed to mine, — 
 
 Loving eyes were shining brightly, 
 Wlith a happiness divine. 
 
 "And, they told me of the wondrous 
 Working, of your angel band — 
 
 How they reached, my understanding. 
 By my holding of your hand- 
 
 "Then, my mind went back to earth-life, 
 And I longed for you to know 
 
 That, I was supremdy ha,ppy, 
 That my soul was all aglow 
 
 "Witih a love, so pure, so holy, — 
 Not a grief, and not one pain — 
 
 Only in my heart, a longing, 
 To come back to you again, 
 
 "Just to tell you, I was happy — 
 
 That, you must not grieve and mourn. 
 
 I, was free from earth-life's shackles, 
 Which, I had so lately worn. 
 
 "And, that you must bear up bravely. 
 With the 'Burden,' I had cast — 
 
 (As a heritage of sorrow) — 
 On your generous heart, at last. 
 
 "But, I could not come, — for weakness, — 
 Helpless as a child, new born. 
 
 And, they told me, I must 'foster' 
 
 All my 'strength,' for 'Christening morn-' 
 
 "Yes, I came, and saw the wrinkled 
 Face, of mine,— all, cedar crowned — 
 
 Saw you, place the red carnation 
 
 Oti my breast, — ^your eyes, — tear-drowned. 
 
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 "Saw the old form, dressed in satin — 
 Whke, it was, — all, trimmed in lace; 
 
 Heard the music, and the singing: — 
 "We Shall Meet— Yes,— Face to Face." 
 
 "Heard the message, that was spoken 
 O'er my form, — so cold, and still — 
 
 *D|eath is Life, — change, is Progression: 
 Love, is Law, and. Nature's Will.' 
 
 "Tlhen, they took me back to Heaven, 
 'Tended me with kindest Care; — 
 
 I learned the law of Love, and Labor, 
 Joining, with the workers There, 
 
 "That I might come back to earth-life, 
 When I found an open door, — 
 
 Bringing messages of kindness, — 
 
 Teaching much — and learning more. 
 
 "For, the law of Love, and Labor, 
 
 Is unselfish deeds of love, — 
 Which react upon the giver, — 
 
 Bringing blessings from above. 
 
 "I am with you very often, — 
 
 Watdhing o'er you, night and day, — 
 
 Giving you divine ambition; 
 Hearing every word you say- 
 
 "So, have patience, child, and kindness, — 
 
 Being faithful to your trust. 
 It will strengthen, and, protect you 
 
 When you die: as die you must. 
 
 "I am passing through the stages, 
 As the law of Love demands, — 
 
 Going onward, — ever upward, — 
 
 Toil'ing, with both heart, and hands. 
 
 "Soon, I'll reach the 'Fair Arcadia' 
 Where, the brightest Angels dwell — 
 
 Where, my heart, with Love's pure essence, 
 Echoes back my Soul's 'All's vrelL' 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 89 
 
 *'And, I'll meet you in the Morning 
 Of the dawn of Life's Pure Day, 
 
 On the Shore of Life's Supernal, 
 'When the mists have rolled away.' " 
 
 (Signed) "Ma.". 
 
 A Message From Ma, No. 1 
 
 In Continuation of Mother's first ex^perience. 
 
 *'I am waiting for my loved ones, 
 
 On the everlasting sea, 
 Near the great immortal channel — 
 
 T!hat will bring you all to me. 
 
 ^'Oh! my heart is warm, with loving, 
 
 And my soul is all a-flame 
 With the glorious gifts of nature. 
 
 That exist in every name — 
 
 ''Not alone the human family, 
 
 But, all living things of earth, 
 That respond to co-eternal 
 
 Cause, and force, that gave them birth. 
 
 ^'I have learned the greatest lessons, 
 
 Since I left, a year ago, 
 Finding out the Trans-condition 
 
 That connects you all below, 
 
 **To the higher realms of Transit — 
 
 To the loved ones on the shore 
 Of Eternal Wisdom, — growing 
 
 Transcendental, — more and more- 
 
 **I am nearing the Supernal; 
 
 In whose Tide my Soul will glow 
 Like Aurora's beams, at morning — 
 
 Like the Streamlet's gentle flow, 
 
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 "And, I hear the quaint, but curious 
 
 Music, of the other Spheres, 
 Laden with a peaceful calmness, 
 
 That gives birth to joyous tears — 
 
 "Tears, resembling dew of evening, 
 
 That refreshes where it falls, — 
 Glistening in the heart of roses 
 
 Like so many diamond balls. 
 
 "Oh! I'll come to you in Summer — 
 
 You shall see me, as, you knew 
 Mother, in the old-time garment. 
 
 Just as she was known to you. 
 
 "Now, be faithful, true and honest — 
 
 Be a comfort to the rest; 
 And as tribute of your labor 
 
 Yooi shall be a welcome guest 
 
 "At the home — or the Palladium, 
 
 Of the learned, — the great, — the wise. 
 
 That in concourse are awaiting 
 Your advance, w^ith loving eyes. 
 
 Now, I'll close with love, to every 
 One of you, that's here tonight — 
 Little May, Oh ! grandma wants you 
 To be good, and do what's right." 
 
 (Signed) "Ma" and "Grandma." 
 
 Feo. 27, 1909. 
 
 My Mother's Voice 
 
 My soul has lost its fevered glow ; 
 
 In calm repose, it lies. 
 Receptive to the gentle flow 
 
 Of love, that never dies. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 91 
 
 I hear, in murmurs of each breeze, 
 
 A voice, that softly sings 
 In silent notes a song of love, 
 
 Borne hence, — on angel's wings; 
 
 And from the Chorister, of Heaven, 
 
 In paeons of rejoice, — 
 Amidst the Seraph's sweet acclaim, 
 
 I hear my Mother's voice.. 
 
 June 24, 1909. 
 
 Sent Back 
 
 Back! Go back, My child; to earth life; 
 
 And cease thy w^eary, longings; — 
 Thou, shalt search along, those other shores. 
 
 For happiness, in vain! 
 Turn thy gaze unto the beacon-light, of Life, 
 
 Within thee burning. 
 It will sparkle, and more brilliant glow, 
 
 Like sunshine, after rain. 
 
 Keep thy mind within the Facade, of the Temple, 
 
 That thy soul hast made; 
 And let the Stream of Love, cleanse. 
 
 And purify thy heart. 
 It will take away all memories, 
 Of thy life's most bitter sorrows; 
 Weaving the Link, in broken Chain — 
 That keeps Dual souls, apart. 
 
 July, 1906. 
 
 A Message From Ma, No. 2 
 
 When thy Star, is at its zenith, 
 And the clouds are swept away — 
 
 When the light of heaven, gleameth 
 O'er thy soul, like New-born day; 
 
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 When the pebbled shore of passion, 
 Shines like frost of diamond dust, 
 
 Then, thy soul will find its Center, — 
 Knowing whom, to Love, and trust. 
 
 Dec. 7, 1909. 
 
 A Message From Ma, No. 3 
 
 I wnll touch thy brain, — that is always willing, 
 To respond to thoughts of ours — 
 
 I will touch thy hands, — 90 tired, and calloused — 
 With the petals of our flowers. 
 
 That, we brought, in trust and loving kindness, 
 
 For the w^ork that thou hast done; 
 We, thank thee, — Child, and wilt meet thee, later, — 
 
 At the setting of thy sun. 
 
 Keep thy mind, in touch with the heavenly fluid — 
 
 Thy heart, — in toudh with All; 
 As, Love, — The Universal God — 
 
 Notes: "E'en a Sparrow's fall.'' 
 
 March 17, 1909. 
 
 Note. — ^While sitting in our "Home Uni-Cycle," one evening, as 
 noted above — I felt something touch my hand, where-upon, I requested 
 our spirit friends, to "touch my hand again," and I got the above Mes- 
 sage from Ma. May Morse-Burke- 
 
 A Charge to Keep 
 
 A Message from Ma, March 17th, 19 10. 
 
 We stand by thee, mighty, 'in armor. 
 
 Our breast-plates, are Peace, Hope, and Lo\^e; 
 We will protect thee, and shield thee from danger, 
 
 With God's marshalled forces, above. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 93 
 
 The Sextant, Triangle, and Quintant, 
 Encircle thee, with their charm 
 
 Of devotional, mystical, bearing, 
 
 Protecting thee, child, from all harm. 
 
 Be brave, be courteous, be gentle, 
 Be true to thyself, and have care 
 
 Of thy thoughts, hold'ing high aspirations, 
 And, God w^ill answer thy prayer- 
 
 A Message from Ma, No. 4 
 
 In reply to a question. March 13th, 1910. 
 
 My child, the tide is turning. 
 
 And the waves, that lashed the shore, 
 Are ebbing back, to fountain source, 
 
 More dangerous, than before- 
 
 And when the tide comes in, again, 
 
 Its billows, loud, and 'high, 
 Will engulf thee, in their tempest. 
 
 You must do it now, or die! 
 
 My Angel Pearl 
 
 A Fragment. 
 
 I am sitting in the gloaming, of the twilight's purple glow; 
 I sense the angels' presence, as they pass me, — to and fro; 
 I feel the zephyrs fan me, — engendered by their wings, — 
 And, the air is vocal, laden, with the song my angel sings. 
 
 I seem to hear their footsteps, as they pass from room to room ; 
 I glimpse, me, of their faces, — silhouetted 'gainst the gloom; 
 A baby's face is outlined, and I know, my Pearl is there. 
 With the gleams of gold, a-glisten, in the sheen of tawny hair. 
 
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 I can catch the dewy fragrance, of her purple, pansy eyes — 
 With eagerness I drain it, as a nectar from the skies, — 
 While the nebulous mists enfold me, and the incense floating round. 
 Thrill me, fill me with a rapture of ecstacy profound- 
 
 And, in fancy, she is once again, clasped, closely to my breast, 
 While a baby-voice, is saying, "I am tired, let me rest." 
 Soft, — tiny hands, — so still and white, are pressed within my own — 
 A rustling, — as of angel wings — Her little soul, had flow^n! 
 
 The angels, — they had taken her, — my dew-drop, of a day; 
 But she comes to me in spirit, — to soothe my lonely way. 
 She comes across the border, from the cloud-land-world of bliss, — - 
 To bless her weary mother, — and get her good-night kiss. 
 
 March 25 > 1909. 
 
 Our Baby 
 
 (Enid Fern Simpson; when 4 months old.) 
 
 A snow-drop on the wintiy winds 
 
 Came floating from the unknown — where? 
 
 It lightly touched our hearts, with love, — 
 But, now, it is ingrafted there- 
 
 For, from its singleness of thought. 
 
 Since first it started on its way. 
 Has sprung the attributes of God, — 
 
 Increased by love, from day to day. 
 
 A rose leaf, on the shores of Time, 
 With potent powers to multiply — 
 
 To bud, and bloom, and fashion out 
 Another pathway, to the sky. 
 
 (Two months after.) 
 
 Snow-drop, — melted — rose leaf, withered, — 
 To bloom in the Great Sublime — 
 
 Working out its glorious purpose. 
 Still, on the shores of Time. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 95 
 
 Angels watched, and angels waited, 
 
 For the closing day; 
 With mission ended: they, could bear her 
 
 Up the heavenly way. 
 
 Dear little hands, — waxen hands, — 
 
 Cold and white, as pearl, — 
 Dear little form, — still little form, — 
 
 Form — of our baby, girl- 
 
 The above poems were written through the hand of May 
 Morse-Burke of Lily Dale, N. Y. The first three verses, 
 July 30th; the last three verses, October i, 1908, — for little 
 Enid Fern Simpson, who passed to the higher life September 
 29, 1908, at Newport, Ky. ; the infant daughter of Henry 
 and Vera Fern (nee Perry) Simpson, and niece of May 
 Morse-Burke of Lily Dale. She was born March 8, 1908, 
 and was a great favorite at the Dale. 
 
 The following poem was written by the writer of those 
 above, on September 29th, 1908. 
 
 Our Baby 
 
 Lines to the Mother, of Little, Enid Fern Simpson. 
 
 Thy mantle of grief, is a mantle of glory 
 
 Hereafter, — for, dark as its texture appears, — 
 
 It is woven of Love, from thy heart's purest fountain. 
 
 And bejeweled with diamonds, from fast falling tears. 
 
 Oh! sad hearted mother, the babe that has left you, 
 Is bound to thee, close, by memory's chain; 
 
 It will tighten, and shorten, as the days pass thee sadly, — 
 And draw thee once more, to her presence again. 
 
 So, weep not, nor grieve not, for the loss of thy darling; 
 
 For, nature has only, been kindly, once more; 
 She has cradled the form of thy babe in her bosom. 
 
 And, with loving hands, opened the heavenly door — 
 
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 To the little child angel, that, God only lent thee — 
 To awaken thy heart to a Spiritual love, — 
 
 And show thee, the pathway to Heaven, — where Enid, 
 Will welcome thee home, to the glories above. 
 
 Thy heart, and thy spirit, have sorely been shaken, — 
 But, life's in the balance, and, who knows, — today — 
 
 Through the darkness of night, e'er the dawn of the mornings 
 The angels may come and bear thee, too, — away. 
 
 Baby LaVerna 
 
 Dedicated to Mr. and Mrs. Arthur W. Moore, Jr. 
 
 We miss thy brown head, with its soft, silken tresses, 
 Whose tendrils caressed thy sweet baby face, 
 
 In loving entwinement; and darling, we miss thee, 
 
 Where heart-beat, and pulse-beat, of love inter-lace; — 
 
 In union, we miss thee, our sweet smiling fairy, — 
 
 Our sunbeam, that flashed on our home, from the skies, 
 
 A briefness of time, — then left us in shadow, 
 
 With grief in our hearts, and tears in our eyes. 
 
 But, shining lustrously, amidst the heavens, 
 
 Like a new born, Bethlehem star. 
 Radiating gleams of love, to earth-life. 
 
 Through "the beautiful gates ajar" — 
 
 There, standing out, amongst the angels, radiant 
 In love-beams, our baby, smiling, 'waits. 
 
 With beckoning hands, as magnet, potent, powerful. 
 To guide, and draw us, inside the golden gates. 
 
 Bright azure tints, bring as a token 
 
 From blue eyes, whose laughter, running o'er. 
 Will light our way, through this lonely pilgrimage. 
 
 Until we reach that shining shore. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 97 
 
 Where, baby, LaVerna, in glorious revealment 
 Of future bliss — unknown — to sorrow's pain — 
 
 Will welcome us, as in the early dawning, 
 
 And we shall clasp her to our longing hearts, again. 
 
 Nov. 19, 1909- 
 
 Olive-May's Christening 
 
 I, blessed the child, and bade her live, — 
 
 In love, in purity and peace; 
 That through the coming years, of time, 
 
 Sweet, Olive-May — your joys increase. 
 
 I placed the Cedar on her brow. 
 
 As emblem of the Living Life — 
 The Daisy, on her breast, I laid, 
 
 As Surcease from all Inward strife. 
 
 Its golden heart but typified 
 
 The fires of Love, — Just kindling there; 
 
 Its waxen petals symbolized 
 The innocence, and beauty rare 
 
 Of Babe, — of budding maiden-hood 
 
 As registered on life's long scroll. 
 Its perfume, but exemplified. 
 
 Ethereal essence of the soul- 
 July 29, 1907. 
 
 At the Christening of my Niece, Olive May Perry, at my house 
 by Rev. W. H. Bach, of Lily Dale, N. Y. 
 
 A Message From My Sister Hattie 
 
 Sister, Dear sister, I am lonely without you — 
 I long for your coming to Heaven, — and me, — 
 
 Where the sweet birds are singing; and flowers — ever-lasting, 
 Are growing in wood-land, — m valley, — and lea. 
 
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 Where the Palms wave their plumes, in rhythmical motion^ — 
 And perfume of roses, are sensed, everywhere, 
 
 Like incense from altars, that laden the breezes. 
 
 And float like a cloud-let, through the sweet scented air- 
 
 Oh! Heaven is beautiful^ Sister, dear sister! 
 
 I wish you could come, and pick flowers with me, — 
 And gather the Coral, and pearl-shells, and diamonds. 
 
 That are being washed up with the sands of the sea. 
 
 Oh! I love jewels, Mamie; and I wish you could see me, 
 All decked out with pearls, — and green leaves in my hair; — 
 
 While, a-flowing, white robe falls gracefully around me. 
 
 With white flowers on my bosom — white flowers, — rich and 
 rare. 
 
 They tell me you're coming, — that your day-light is fading, — 
 
 Fast fading into the sun-set of night; 
 Where stars, bright and golden, shine over your path-way, 
 
 To light up the darkness, and guide you a-right. 
 
 March 12, 1909. 
 
 A Message From Ma, No. 5 
 
 Love — Trilled into the music of song. 
 
 Thy efforts, are fruitless and futile, 
 
 To banish the Seal of thy race; 
 Ye are marked, for the trail of the Serpent, 
 
 That crept over Eden's fair face. 
 
 The sin-stain, of Falsehood, the Cunning, 
 
 Is trammeling thy life, even now; 
 But, the Laurel of effort, shall Crown thee, — 
 
 Entwining, thy calm, — thoughtful briow. 
 
 So, be patient, — untiring, — unselfish, — 
 
 And, as the New-year, rolls along, 
 'Twill bring the glad tidings, from Heaven, — 
 
 Trilled, into the music of song. 
 
 Feb. 25, 1910- 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 99 
 
 A Message From Ma, No. 6 
 
 Thy sunset of life, Is closing In splendor — 
 
 Its ravishing beauties, are Dreams, of the Past, 
 
 That beguile thee in fancy, — when passion was sleeping. 
 Enthralled, with a love, — that was too sweet to last- 
 
 But, the Ideals, lived ; and are miraged in Heaven, 
 Reflecting their rays back to earth-life, — and you, 
 
 Interspersing thy life, with its tread-mill existence — 
 
 Filling up thy sad heart, — with a love, warm, and true. 
 
 The darkness is fading — The Dawn is approaching; — 
 A-glint with the purple, and azure, and green, 
 
 That lighteth thy way, to Wisdom's fair Temple, 
 A-blaze with the light of thy Soul's fondest dream. 
 
 March i6th, 1909. 
 
 A Message to Sister Emma 
 
 Triumphant, o'er life's Wreck, — She stood! 
 
 And, gazed In proud disdain 
 Upon the fragments, of a past. 
 
 That had brought her grief, — ^and pain! 
 
 She pointed out, — the broken Hopes — 
 The ruined Faith, the Trust — 
 
 The Love, that lingered on, a-while — 
 To satisfy its lust. 
 
 And as she touched the debris, of, 
 
 The false Joys — of her youth, 
 The smoke, and dust, was cleared a-way 
 
 By a flash of Living Truth. 
 
 And, In her heart, where Doubt held sway — 
 
 An Iridescent Light 
 Sprang up, — and lighted her the way — 
 
 Into the darkest night. 
 
 Nov. 1st, 1907. 
 
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 To Sister Emma 
 
 Hopes of Springtime. 
 
 **I can see the Summer Sunshine 
 Drifting out in waves of gold ; 
 
 I can see thy Hopes, of Springtime, 
 Reaping Harvests, manifold: 
 
 (Says a Voice, from out the Silence, 
 Echoing, through the Autumn Shade) — 
 
 *'Ye are gathering fruits of Promise, 
 That in Trust, and Faith, Ye made. 
 
 "As, with all thy senses quickened, — 
 Thou hast sat in patient-wait, 
 
 For the 'Rap' of Spirit fingers, 
 And the 'Click' of pearly gate- 
 
 "Lo! And now, Ye sense their presence; 
 
 Ye can see a shining face. 
 And can hear their garments rustle, 
 
 As with soft, caressing grace 
 
 "They retreat, into the shadow, 
 
 To appear, again, a-new. 
 With the lights of Heaven, a-glisten, — 
 
 Sparkling, — like the morning dew. 
 
 "What would Ye: that we should suffer, 
 Those dear gifts to be denied? 
 
 And replaced, by earthly token, 
 
 Flattering to thy pomp, and ipride? 
 
 "Not for India's coral riches; 
 
 Nor for Afric's diamond crest, 
 Would Ye part with silent language, 
 
 Of the Ones, ye love the best. 
 
 "Whose dear voices, hushed, and silent, 
 Can with symbols, make it clear. 
 
 That in spirit, they are with ye, 
 
 Daily, hovering O'er thee, — dear? 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 101 
 
 And that Sometime, in the Future, — 
 
 When the Change, called: 'Death,' takes place, 
 
 They will greet thee, on the border, — 
 Ye shall meet them, face, to face." 
 
 Sept, 1906. 
 
 A Mystic Room 
 
 Dedicated to Effie Moss- 
 
 I went into a "Mystic Room," — 
 
 I saw my sister standing there; 
 I knew her, by her gentle grace — 
 
 I knew her, by her golden hair; 
 
 She whispered softly: ''It is I — 
 
 Your sister, from the Summer-land — 
 I've come to meet you, — face to face — 
 
 To kiss your lips, — to press your hand; 
 
 "I've come to^ tell you, sister, dear, 
 
 I'm always with you — though unseen — 
 When sitting in your room, at home, — 
 
 You open up the doors between; 
 
 "I see the Love-light in your eyes — 
 
 I read your thoughts — though unexpressed^ — 
 
 I bring the babe, — God bore away. 
 And lay it gently, on your breast. 
 
 "She, with her gentle touch, — doth soothe — 
 
 She rents the veil — unfolds your sight — 
 And, with her love, she links your soul 
 
 More closely to the Infinite." .: 
 
 Aug. 21, 1907. 
 
 Note. — I had Deen to a Materializing seance given by Effie Moss, 
 and saw my sister Hattie — long since passed out — or what purported 
 to be her- I admit, I had doubts of the genuineness of the demon^ 
 
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 stration until I reached home, — and after retiring, I was made to 
 get up and write the above Message — my sister Hattie Inspiring me. 
 
 May Morse-Burke. 
 
 Life is Love and Love is Life 
 
 A Message. 
 
 Along the brink of a blissful stream, 
 
 Where Fancy idles, — and Poets dream, — 
 
 Close by the Isle, — of Heart's Unrest, — 
 
 My Muse is wandering, gaily dressed 
 
 In thoughts, — of love, — in thoughts of truth,^r- 
 
 To fill the minds of age, and youth. 
 
 She scans, with visionary eye. 
 
 The Soulful force, — that looms on high, — 
 
 And o'er — and through immensity, — 
 
 In waves of love, — then, back to thee. 
 
 Thy, pinioned wings, were made to soar 
 
 To greater heights, — than e'er before; 
 
 For, Falcon, in his errant-flight, 
 
 Ne'er passed beyond Borealis's light, — 
 
 Or, — on! up, past the Milky-way; 
 
 As your mind soars, from day, to day; 
 
 To view the worlds, of other suns, — 
 
 And see the orbit, in which runs 
 
 The Universal, lasting Cause, 
 
 Of Nature's fixed, and changeless Laws! 
 
 Thy mind, — is in the Dream-land, — now; 
 
 Bewildered, — In the Where? and How? 
 
 With Soul-glimpse, of a fairer, day; 
 
 So vague, — so distant is the ray 
 
 That keeps a-light, thy Inner, love 
 
 Of transcendental things, — and proves. 
 
 That Life, is Love, and Love is Life, 
 
 Co-relative, with toil, and strife, 
 
 Until, on Nature's wheels of Time, — 
 
 Revolved, into a higher clime — 
 
 Resolved, into a Theme of bliss, 
 
 Where Life's one Soul-embracing, kiss. 
 
 April 7, 1909. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 103 
 
 Inactivity? inconceivable! 
 
 Not, for the peace that flows, 
 Not, for the love that glows 
 
 In the human breast, 
 Shall man retire his soul. 
 Quaffing the flowing bowl 
 
 Of Endless rest. 
 
 No where, in life, it seems, 
 Dreaming, but idle dreams 
 
 Of Happiness, profound, 
 Is there a Blissful State; 
 All things, animate. 
 
 Must have rebound. 
 
 Know then. Perfection, lies^ 
 Far beyond our vision's-skies, 
 
 In Infinite, Abyss; 
 We must Clim'b, Progression's Stair — 
 Here, — there, — and Everywhere : 
 
 Toiling on, — for. Bliss. 
 
 Summer of 1906. 
 
 The Cause of Action 
 
 Over-come, thou. The Cause of Action 
 
 That projects, its subtle weight 
 Intercepting Souls, — Distraction ; — 
 
 From the Force, — ^^that makes men Great. 
 
 Over-come, the Elemental 
 
 Furies, of the passing years. 
 That embalm Soul's Incidentals, 
 
 With the Fountain flood, of Tears. 
 
 Grant the Abler Cause, Precedent, 
 
 To inject thy larger mind. 
 With the Essence, of Love's Reference, — 
 
 Pure in Quality, — and kind. 
 
 July I, 1909. 
 
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 To the Soul that Crave 
 
 Down, in the valley, of the soul, — 
 
 Where flood upon flood, of new light, rushes, 
 The awakening dawn, — of spiritual grace. 
 
 Spreads o'er its mountain sides, — in roseate blushes. 
 
 Far, o'er the mountain peaks, — it ripples, softly, — 
 Blending with the infinite, in ethereal waves, — 
 
 Flashing glimpses, of eternal wisdom 
 
 To immured mortals, — ^to the Soul that Craves. 
 
 Jan. lo, 1907. 
 
 Life's Magnet, Eternal 
 
 Invisible forces are urging me on — 
 
 On, on, I know^ not where. 
 Vague dreams of bliss, like a vapory mist, 
 
 Come floating through the air. 
 
 In vain I try to catch the void, 
 
 And idealize the space. 
 Creating for myself a hope 
 
 To Win In the unknown race. 
 
 But the fleeting spark of — I know not whaf- 
 
 Keeps ever just beyond 
 The boundary line of my mental grasp — 
 
 Bewildering — yet fond. 
 
 So far away — and yet 'tis near; 
 
 So near that I sense and know 
 That I'm bound by links of an endless chain, 
 
 And cannot let it go. 
 
 But what it is, or where, or why. 
 
 Be it cursed, or be it blessed — 
 It would ease my longing heart to know. 
 
 And give my spirit rest. 
 
 Nov. II, 1907. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 105 
 
 Allah's Promise 
 
 Allah, dreams of thy coming. He dreams of thy splendor; 
 
 He dreams of thy greatness; He dreams of thy joys, — 
 When Wisdom, and thee, — shall clasp hands together, 
 
 And fondle Life's problems, as Child does its toys. 
 
 He sees thee, — a unit, in one, — and the sameness, — 
 He sees thee, all radiant, in robes made of Mind, — 
 
 Inter-woven, with thoughts of Love, and Life's mysteries,— 
 Instructing the youth, and leading the blind. 
 
 He sees thee, on heights, — of magnificent daring, — 
 He sees thee, on waves of thought, and, of sound, — 
 
 Giving coloring to Truths, in the Art of expression, 
 Distributing, thy treasures, so earnestly, found! 
 
 Keep on! and, keep on! in the course of thy fancy! 
 
 It is the True way, — to thy, — not distant, goal! 
 It will establish thee greatly, in Heaven's Palladium, 
 
 And keep thee in touch, with thy purified soul. 
 
 April 28, 1909. 
 
 Seventy-seven Times Seven 
 
 (A Message From Allah.) 
 
 Thy Ship, is on the sea of Life; serene it sails toward the coast 
 Of Edolon's Isle, — all peopled with: The Father, Son and Holy 
 Ghost. 
 
 The Pilot, at the wheel, — is staunch, — and true, — and strong; his 
 
 heart is brave; 
 He fears not — either wind! or tide! — nor billows roar! — ^nor lashing 
 
 wave! 
 
 He, steers thy Ship, 'midst Danger's shoals! — Rocks; that abound. 
 
 in every sea 
 Of life — to death — He brings thee safe, to Heaven, to Home, 
 
 !to Love, to Me. 
 
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 Where, all thy loved ones, gone before, will gather in the evening's 
 glow^,-— 
 
 With love, alight on every face, — That thou, hast done thy work- 
 below. 
 
 Thine infant child, will welcome thee, with love, — not born of 
 
 earth, — but Heaven; 
 Forgive, forget; forget, forgive; and say: Thy seventy-seven, times 
 
 seven. 
 
 April 28, 1909. 
 
 Alone 
 
 A Tearless Sob- 
 
 Alone, — in the Ocean of life — 
 Drifting — I know not where — 
 
 Weighted down with toil, and strife, — 
 Misery! pain! and care! 
 
 Oh! for the Mecca fields! 
 
 To ransom the weary load, — 
 That Time and I, have gathered up, — 
 
 Along the toilsome road. 
 
 Oh! for its glimpse, of rest! 
 
 Oh! for its cooling breeze — 
 Oh! for its balm of Peace, 
 
 That, brings to the heart, Surcease! 
 
 Sept. 21, 1908. 
 
 Ever-more 
 
 The Soul's Wondrous Visions. 
 
 Waves of billowous commotion, trending downward through the 
 
 door 
 Of Infinity's drear path-way, — sweeping on from shore to shore, — 
 Filling hearts with unbelieving, — of a faith, — ^whose future dread, 
 Makes them slaves to fear, — to false-hood; — makes them moum 
 
 their loved as dead. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 107 
 
 Filling minds, with wowdrous visions, — of a future, vast, and 
 
 grand, — 
 Glowing out with love of Nature, — bursting forth, on every hand, — f 
 Trailing vines, whose tendrils whisper, soft caressing melodies, 
 As they sway in gentle motion, to the zephyr's perfumed kiss, 
 
 Catch a glimpse of birds, a-glisten, with God's sunlight on their 
 
 breasts, — 
 Warbling forth in thrilling measures, — joyous notes of happiness, — 
 Catch the love-light, on the faces, of their dear ones, passing through 
 Unseen iportals, of death's gate-way, eyes a-sparkle, like the dew 
 
 Of June's brightest, — fairest, — morning, — as in wonder of a-maze — 
 Angels roll aside the curtain, letting in the light a-blaze 
 With Heaven's beauties, — All a-glitter, with Love's birth-right, 
 
 running o'er. 
 From the Fount of Deeps, Eternal ; on the heights of Lver-more. 
 
 Aug. 28, 1909. 
 
 Memory's Responsive Echoes 
 
 Mocking, Memory's noiseless treading, 
 Comes from out the Phantom Past, — 
 
 Scattering golden leaves of promise, 
 Of a love, too sweet to last! 
 
 In her hands she holds a picture, — 
 Sculptured in a heart of stone. 
 
 Wreathed with myrtle, rue, and roses — 
 Undcr-neath, — this word: ''Alone!" 
 
 In her eyes — whose glance, a-glimmer 
 With a love, that never died, — 
 
 Shines a light of soul-ful pity, 
 For the heart, I crucified 
 
 On the Altar-stone, — of Friendship, — 
 
 At the shrine of Duty — lafd 
 As an offering, of the earnest, 
 
 Faithful Vows, that I ihad made. 
 
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 And a voice, from out the stillness, 
 Chants a requiem, o'er the dead 
 
 Leaves of promise, in life's path-way, 
 That my weary feet, must tread. 
 
 Soft, and sad, the music trembles — 
 Drifting out, in wistful moan, 
 
 'Til it seems to catch responsive 
 Echoes, from the heart of stone. 
 
 Aug. II, 1909. 
 
 The Song of Ancient Times 
 
 I have tuned my harp to other lays; 
 
 My song shall be of ancient-time 
 When prose and poetry, were one, — 
 
 And people spoke their thoughts in rhyme. 
 
 When actions, were the grandest praise, — 
 And deeds, not men, were great of earth, — 
 
 When, science slept, — and all men's state 
 Was right by force, — and not by birth. 
 
 He, wore the iproudest mark of rank. 
 Who held the spear, — and not the pen, — 
 
 And wielded it in gallant grace. 
 In tricks unknown to modern men. 
 
 The hero of the hour was he. 
 
 Who held Life lightly, — (as her gloves 
 Are held by fairest maiden, when, 
 
 She coyly beckons him she loves.) 
 
 'Twas nothing, in those days, to point 
 The dagger at the foeman's breast, — 
 
 Or, — at a word, — ^to send it home 
 To heart of him, one, loved the best. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 109 
 
 In Senate, or, on battle-field, 
 
 As, churl met churl, in open space, — 
 A word, — a blow, — and only One, 
 
 Was left, — w^here, Two: met face to face. 
 
 When Caesars met their Brutusses — 
 
 When Crowns were lost for lover's kiss — 
 
 And Antony's in Cleo's arms 
 
 Were drowned in sweet voluptuousness- 
 
 These days, these deeds, these men are gone; 
 
 The old rings new, — the new rings old; 
 For ancient fashions have their day, 
 
 And Newer fashions Seem less bold. 
 
 And yet I see, the things of old. 
 
 Are played upon a Newer stage; 
 New men, — old scenes, — are now encored — 
 
 Methinks: perhaps, in Lesser-rage. 
 
 But, what betides, if this be true? 
 
 Our senses, — passions, — are as one, 
 In Lesser guise, — in Lesser mould! 
 
 It is the same since life begun! 
 
 And, he who Crucifies desire, — 
 
 To sanctify his Moral mind: 
 He, surely, — falsely, misses much 
 
 In life ! — nor benefits, mankind ! 
 
 And, therefore! say I, — ^be not false, — 
 
 But, let thy passions play each note — 
 In loud, — clear strains; the Songs the same! 
 
 Although the Air, be less remote. 
 
 Be true to Thyself! and kind! 
 
 Be true! I say, — and Kiss the rod! 
 Unmask Thyself! and thou wilt find 
 
 The Perfect path that Leads to God! 
 
 May II, 1906. 
 
no MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 Caesars Rebuke 
 
 The author's Guide's Impromptu answer to a mental ques- 
 tion, by Postmaster Smith, at a "Sitting"; through author's 
 Organism. A seeming rebuke to a skeptic, present. 
 
 Ye shall live the life, of "Christian Slave"; — 
 
 Ye shall live, and love, and dare to brave 
 
 The Doubting Monarch, in his spleen. 
 
 Where jests, and jeers roll in between 
 
 His skepticism, — and lack of truth. 
 
 Be faithful, thou! and if forsooth, 
 
 'Twould chance that thou, shouldst meet with fame, 
 
 And lasting honor to thy name; 
 
 In just pursuance of a cause 
 
 That interweaves all nature's laws 
 
 Into one, grand, sublime content, — 
 
 Our message has been wisely sent. 
 
 And, thou! the Crypt, of wisdom's store 
 
 Of Knowledge, shadowed on, before. 
 
 Like tide of ocean, tempest swept, — 
 
 Bounding its foam, as oillows leapt 
 
 Their confines, with tremendous roar, — 
 
 Leaving tiny shells upon the shore. 
 
 May 3d, 1910. 
 
 The Right Shall Ever Prevail 
 
 Dedicated to Miss Lucy Green. 
 
 I, think I, am- Right! You, may think that I'm Wrong! 
 
 Each one, in their different Scale, 
 Essay, to establish an accurate form 
 
 Of the Right, that should Ever Prevail! 
 
 Now, if I think I'm right; I, must feel that yooi're wrong- 
 We must work the Rule both ways, — or fail 
 
 In our Logic, — becoming exorbitantly rash 
 With the Right, that should Ever Prevail. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 111 
 
 I, may go to the Concert, — You, go to your Church; 
 
 I, am ''wicked," and under the pale 
 Of God's vengeance, — as you, may conceive 
 
 Of the Right, that, should Ever Prevail. 
 
 Whilst, I think, you churlish, and dwarfish in mind — 
 
 That Wisdom's bright star, is in veil 
 O'f mist, and obscured by your vision, to my 
 
 Own, Right, which I think, should Prevail. 
 
 I, might sit by my window and watch you pass by, — 
 
 And with venomous tongue, might assail 
 Your carriage, — your walk, — assuming 'tis Wrong, — 
 
 With my Right, that, I think, should Prevail. 
 
 Now, we are All of us Right; in our Own Stage of growth; 
 
 Indexing, our True Grade, and Scale 
 In Progression's evolvement, — by our Words, and our Acts 
 
 Of the Right, that doth Ever Prevail. 
 
 No one, should presume, to establish a groove 
 
 For his Brother to walk in. Should he fail, — 
 
 He, is either a coward, — or craven, — ^affirmed 
 By your Standard of Right, to Prevail. 
 
 We know not the cause, of the action of each; 
 
 We know not the Tempest, or gale 
 Of inward emotions, sweeping them on 
 
 By the Right, that shall Ever Prevail. 
 
 We are All of us the Offspring, oi One Commom Cause; 
 
 The Strongest, the Weakest assail; 
 We are either the Vultures, or else, we're their Prey; 
 
 'Tis a Truth, that doth Ever Prevail. 
 
 Each one, in his Orbit, — we cannot go Wrong 
 
 In Progression's Determinate, sail 
 O'er Eternity's Sea, — whose Compass, 'is God, 
 
 And the Right, that shall Ever Prevail. 
 
112 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 We are All of us Right, — ^we are Right, In our wrong! 
 
 And the Moral tx> this simple tale, 
 Is If Tm In the wrong, then you're In the Right, 
 
 By the Right, that Must Ever Prevail. 
 
 March i6th, 1910. 
 May Morse Burke, Lily Diale, N. Y. 
 
 Laws and Philosophy of Action 
 
 Reply To a Question. 
 
 There are fountains, and foliage, and fields that are fertile 
 
 With grain, — that In fancy, you never could dream — 
 There are golden lights, molten lights, purple, and azure, — 
 
 That reflect back their colors in each purling stream- 
 There are waves, — there are billows, foam crestedi — and turbulent* 
 
 That lash on the shores of Edolon's Isle, — 
 Majestic in fury, In splendor; magnificent, 
 
 As they follow each other. In rhythmical file. 
 
 Oh! the waves beat to madness, to sadness, to gladness, — 
 
 Far vaster in grandeur, far greater in name. 
 But, the same laws propel us ; compel, and repel us, — 
 
 Here, there, and everywhere! Old Nature's the same! 
 
 We live, by our acts of Justice, and Mercy, 
 
 And thrive, in our mind, In our heart, in our soul; 
 
 By compassion, only, we see faults of others. 
 In pity, and love, we try to control. 
 
 There Is no usurpation! The law of Attraction, 
 
 Gives each one, his due, — as he travels along 
 The high-way of heaven ; each one in his orbit, — 
 
 The road of Progression ; he cannot go wrong ! 
 
 There's a magnet, — compelling, — impelling, — ^repelllng, — 
 
 That holds In place, — like a pivot of steel, — 
 Revolving, — dissolving, the wheat, form the thistle 
 
 Which, causes the pain, m the heart, that you, feel. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 113 
 
 And let me, this moment, — make this glad confession ; 
 
 We long for you nightly, — we long for you dear, 
 To open the doors, between Heaven, and Earth-life, 
 
 That we may come in, and visit you here. 
 
 April, 27, 1909. 
 
 God vs. Oblivion 
 
 There is no, such Fountain, — as Oblivion; 
 
 Where, lethean waters, — Eternal; flow, — 
 Where Peace, and Rest, are purchased by Inaction, 
 
 Where, all Mind ceases, — and souls, forget to grow. 
 
 AH, Nature's Laws, demand the Soul's exjpression; 
 
 Let it be great, or greater; small, or less; — 
 And that the tide, of forces Centripetal, 
 
 Brings to itself, all spiritual blessedness. 
 
 August 20, 1907. 
 
 Still a Problem 
 
 Yet, Never Alone. 
 
 Still on the shores of earth, we wander, — 
 
 Nursing a hope, sublime ; 
 Walking on with stumbling feet, and faltering; 
 
 Wondering, — ^^at the lapse, of Time! 
 
 Seers,— of modern, and the ancient times,— Historic, 
 Greet us, with welcome word, — and song, 
 
 But, the problems, of the universe,— still linger, — 
 And, we know not,— yet,— the place, where we belong. 
 
114 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 Once, — across, the border line; tvvixt Earth, and Heaven, 
 We shall meet the Unisonous souls, of bliss, — 
 
 Swathed in essence of Wisdom's glorious mantle, 
 That, ejects its subtle perfume, — into this. 
 
 That, in spasmodic workings, — of our reason, — 
 We can sense, and catch the wondrous, over-flows, 
 
 Of Divinity's abundancy; of knowledge, — 
 Just a little, of the much, — ^we long to know. 
 
 June 24, 1909. 
 
 Transfiguration Through Obedience 
 
 Or Order and Genius in Evolution. 
 
 Soul, of the Universe! Thy potent power, is felt 
 
 Radiating from Central Source of God, — 
 Lim'itless in confine, revelling in space. 
 
 Revealing Wonders in response to pregnant Sod. 
 
 Clutched in the grasp of earth, where myriad Wombs, 
 teem love 
 
 Of God Divine, and Infinite desire; 
 Breeding the Soul of things, in unison of Cause, 
 
 Conditioned with Law, and Aspiration's fire- 
 
 Thine ow^n perceptive Sense, is Inspiration's Fount, 
 Where, flows the Love-tide of Eternal streams. 
 
 From Eternity's vast emulgent, — through Seraph veins, — 
 Engulfing Earth's rudiments, in Genius' dreams. 
 
 Thy Vision, grasps the multitudinous Thought of all 
 Thy being's bounty, — and in Reciprocal assent. 
 
 Flushes it's flood-tide in Mother Nature's breast, — 
 Whose Face o'er spreads, with Spontaneous consent. 
 
 And from Thy Common Evocation, springs 
 
 Evolvements, — so diversified, and rare 
 In Tribunals of beauty, wonderment and worth, 
 
 That, Transfiguration could not render them more fair. 
 
 Dec. I, 1909. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 115 
 
 Nature's Unfoldment 
 
 The Waves beat to madness! to sadness! to gladness! 
 
 As they roll in their fury! of etheric flight, — 
 Toward the Central Conclusion, — of Vibrant Effusion,^ 
 
 Of Soul — essence, — wrought from, Their Majestic Might. 
 
 'Tis the Source,— and the Cause,— of Infinite weaving, 
 In loom of Eternity's Vastness, and room, — 
 
 Where the Soul-centers, gambol, in rythmical ramble, 
 Effervescing Intelligence, through-out, the dense gloom. 
 
 The Pinnacle place, in each Embryonic, 
 
 Of Nature's fulfillment, perfectment, and ease — 
 
 Causation's Infaction, of Etheric Action, 
 Inherent, in Time, — Eternity's Seas. 
 
 The God-head of Nature, lies deep in the bosoni, 
 Of each Soul's endowment of Love, and Desire,* 
 
 Embellishment potent, distilling its Rotant, 
 FIber-fibrilliants, — in Spiritual fire. 
 
 Conditions, Specific, and Timal, — assailing — 
 
 Projected, — Protected — in each different Form, — 
 
 In Unit Celestial, from Seas — Elemental ; 
 
 And, Lo! on the Earth, Distinct Beings, are Born. 
 
 July 2, 1909. 
 
 Love's Vibrant Chalice 
 
 In the Cathedral of my soul, where the ritual ^of my life is being 
 daily read, in shrove-tide rivulets, at Conscience's shrine, — ^through 
 dead, and distant memories of the past Phantom years— I roam in 
 sweet contentment, of a latent power,— whose limitless mtelligence,— 
 quickening, into Creations of Ideal-nutriment; from color blending 
 
 into Thought-entrances Nooks, Deified by Ecstacies, in Primal 
 
 Passlon's-Priovince swayed, by deep Emotion's Empire^..... 
 
 moved to Music's Symphonies, by perfumes, subtle, in obsolete Gardens 
 
116 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 of the Eden's Consciousness, — where Olive-Orisons, are being chantedj^ 
 by Seriphins — Olympic — in ordinance to law of Nature's opulence... 
 visioned from Within. I search the Vistas, of my Thought's most Un- 
 ripe-Record — of Motives, barren, — finding an Age, Coeval, and 
 Cohabitant, in Commons, deep, Commotional Congress of Destiny's 
 desire, and Nature's, determinate demands — Unctioned by unerring 
 Divinity's Silent-ripple, and Question not, — in Dress of deep regret — 
 or Raiment of remorse — the Course of Wilderness, and Jungle, my 
 Infantile feet entangled, in over-flow, of Love's Vibrant Chalice. 
 
 Aug. 4, 1909. 
 
 Eden's Primal Consciousness 
 
 Fair, was the Morn, — when Eden Woke 
 To Consciousness, — from slumbers, deep! 
 
 She gazed, — enwrapped in voiceless melody. 
 
 From Harp, of Silence, — who had broke her Sleep! 
 
 A ray of Light, shot out, from Nature's Womb, 
 
 Athwart the Void of darkness, — vast. 
 And, Eden, caught the Ray, — and Thought, — and spake: 
 'I Live, I Know, — I Live at Last- 
 
 March 26, 1907. 
 
 Deny Me Not 
 
 A Message from E. A. Poe, at a UniCycle, where one of the 
 members present, spoke derogatory of him, concerning his early life. 
 
 I will fret your fevered fancy, into foment, — for a time, 
 Bewildering universal minds, along intellectual rhyme, 
 
 Whose brains were never sodden, by the juice of Indian corn, 
 For mother Nature, made them clods, while yet they were 
 unborn. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 117 
 
 Their brain cells are full of liquid, of a flimsey, foully, kind; 
 
 Their vision, being limited, — Much goodness, makes them blind, 
 To every thing, but grossness, of the lowest sense, and thought, 
 
 That mother Nature, feels ashamed, of the v^^ork that she has 
 
 wrought. 
 
 Oh! let them dwell on filth, and foul; eating the rotten meat, 
 That tickles up their palate, like the sweetest, of the sweet; 
 
 But, keep your mind above them, — the level of the beast, — 
 And, let them on such foulness, continue, their low feast! 
 
 It hurts you, mot, for them to know, that I'm your friend, and 
 Guide; 
 
 Betray me not, my Medium, I will not, be denied. 
 
 April 7,1909. 
 
 The Poet Poe's Vindication 
 
 (Through the Hand of May Morse-Burke.) 
 
 And who shall dare, in other years. 
 
 To scoff the Poet's name. 
 That boldly ventured, through the Press, 
 
 His honest thought's proclaim? 
 Or, who will doubt the virtuous mind, 
 
 That didst his thoughts endow! 
 With Ripeness, foreign to the times, — 
 
 As thine is to the Now. 
 
 Summer of 1906- 
 
 AD 
 
 enian< 
 
 Soar me! the Pinnacle place, — of my daring! 
 
 Sight me! the Recess of God! hidden deep — 
 In bosom, of Infinite Love, and of Caring! 
 
 Where, myriads of Embroys, axe awakened from sleep, 
 
118 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 By Motion Creative! God's hand on the cradle — 
 
 His LuU-a-song, an Anthem of Praise, 
 Bursting forth from the Chrysalis, of Tenant, not able 
 
 To Un-womb itself, without "His Wondrous Way's." 
 
 I, seek me, the Place, where Caldron, Eternal, 
 Is bubbling, and seething, with Love's over-flow! 
 
 Projecting new thoughts, from Wisdom's Supernal, 
 Transmitted, by Angels, to Mortals, below! 
 
 Oh! Central Condition! I'll find Ye! and handle 
 Thy secrets — Mysterious — of Life, in its Stage 
 
 Of earliest Conception! By the Light of God's candle, 
 I'll find Ye! a-^d Feast on Thy fair Virgin page 
 
 Of unrollment! Where God, with His finger-marks, 
 printed 
 
 His first deep impressment, — His first Breathing Kiss 
 On Face of Mute Nature, Whose lips, never hinted 
 
 The place, — Embroyonic, — of God's Wedded Bliss! 
 
 Where, Beings, are Fashioned, in Forms, and in beauty! 
 
 Where numberless Planets, are born ; and then hurled 
 Into OrbitSf — Atractive; Law, System, and Duty, — 
 
 To hold Province; and Sway, — as a Kingdom, — a WorldS. 
 
 January 5, 1910. 
 
 The Author's Infantile Smallness 
 
 Retrospective and Prospective Views. 
 
 The Calumet of heaven's dome 
 
 Is fillagreed with twinkling stars. 
 Of Mosaic splendor, — galaxied. 
 
 And belted by eliptic bars. 
 
 Triumvirator! of the skies. 
 
 Of worlds, — lof systems, yet unknown, — 
 Ascendancy's most arcal flight, 
 
 Ne'er reached the heights Where thou hast flown. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 119 
 
 And yet, ye feel no stranger, to 
 
 The paths, unfrequented by thy God; 
 
 Ye scope the universal miles, 
 
 Whilst, clings thy feet to nature's sod. 
 
 The Balance-wheel of Time, speeds on, — 
 Evolving Worlds, from out its Womb, 
 
 Whilst Bodies, made from out their Dust, 
 Lie rotting, in some Heathen-tomb. 
 
 Thy brains, are Ions, in the Cause; 
 
 Like Microbes, in a Barren state. 
 Ye probe, the Universal Whole, — 
 
 Ye probe, but cannot penetrate. 
 
 Feb. 22, 1910. 
 
 A Greeting From Allah 
 
 Allah, Greets thee, — and greeting, w^ould say, — thy manner gives 
 pleasing countenance to thy thoughts, — and he would determine thee, 
 to persue thy justification in the minds of men, in becoming absorbment 
 of the Greater principles of God's teaching, — Benumbing thy senses, 
 to howl of wolves, and screech of Vultures, — w^ho prey upon the 
 Carrion of their Fancies, — transposing thy mind's wonderings, — be- 
 coming One, with us, — as Vessel, of pure holding. 
 Thy fullness, is assured, thee. 
 
 Feb. 12, 1 910. 
 
 A Message from Allah 
 
 Yea! Thy Tribe will not forsake thee, in the midst of thy glory, 
 and plentitude. E'en though ye be forsaken by all, — ye still have 
 abundance in forethought, and knowledge. Arise! Walk forth! be- 
 coming a Salvation unto men, — thy Brothers! bewailing, inot, the 
 Trumpet, of the little Clash- Tbeir works, have morbid showing, 
 leaving thee, a pillar of greater worth, and rememberance. Trust not 
 thy virtues to those, who hae proven, poor custodians of their own. 
 
 Allah, Feb. 28, 1910. 
 
120 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 Infinite Parentage 
 
 Vesta! Virgin Goddess! 
 
 In thy shroud of white! 
 Alabaster's purity, 
 
 Darkens, in thy sight. 
 
 Flame, of Passion's vortex. 
 Ne'er disturbed thy soul; 
 
 Chancel brow, of thine, is writ 
 With Freedom's virtuous scroll. 
 
 Embellished with the beauties, 
 
 O'f Imperial desire. 
 Perfect! Proudly conscious 
 
 Of God,— Creation's Sire! 
 
 Mary! Bitter! Sea-star! 
 
 Love's elements of life, 
 Made thee, a Virgin mother, — 
 
 A loved, and faithful wife! 
 
 Feb. 23, 1910. 
 
 Etherealization 
 
 Strange element of Gtod! Thy force is felt 
 
 In ether waves of sentient blue, 
 Phantoming our Vision's microscope, — 
 
 Like mirage, mocking, mortal's view. 
 Solicitant, we form the Mystic charm, — 
 
 Drawing the€, to our Cycle-fold, 
 In nearness, of a life compact with ours, — 
 
 Whose vapory forms, and breathings, cold, 
 Inamorate us, in Mystery's subtle chain, — 
 
 Holding us fast, in Bound-en link 
 Of Faith, immaculate — Fruition's joy, — 
 
 The Soul's upheaval, when sad hearts sink 
 In seas, Terrestial, for absent friends, 
 
 Whom Messengers, have called, and bore 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 121 
 
 Aloof, to Exultant's Web and Woof, — 
 
 Welding our hearts, more firmly, than before,- 
 
 To Infinity's tralucent Cause-way 
 
 Of approach, — where Love's pelucid streams,- 
 
 Phosphorent, — Centralize Etheric forms, 
 Trilling them into the Scenic, of our dreams. 
 
 March 6, 1910. 
 
 On History's Tablet Tower 
 
 Thy Terpsichorean measures, are Sublime ; 
 
 Running the scales, of Everlasting Time; 
 
 Whose music stirs thy heart, to Rapture's glow, 
 
 In softer, sweeter cadence, than the steamLets flow 
 
 Thy Mystic mind, in Wisdom's realms, appear, 
 
 Like unto Angels, hovering near 
 
 The Throne of God,— Obedient to the Will 
 
 Of Him, who spake these words : "Peace be Still." 
 
 Thy Laurel Crown, awaits thee, in the years, , 
 
 Crescented, with stars, begotten by thy tears. 
 
 Advance the coming of thy Lord; for, Lo! 
 
 He greets thee! And greeting, doth bestow 
 
 Thine Energies, with determinate power, 
 
 To forge thy name, on History's Tablet Tower. 
 
 Feb. II, 1910. 
 
 The Lay of the Last Minstrel 
 
 I quote not Horace, nor the Muse, 
 
 Who wrote: "Sans Gene." For what's the use 
 
 Of Apeing scholars, in an age 
 
 When Virtue, sprang from Passion's rage! 
 
 Thy life has been besotted, o'er — 
 
 With sins of Others; and, the more 
 
 Ye try, — their faults and sins to mask, — 
 
122 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 The more Ye find, 'tis thankless task! 
 
 'Twere better, thou should'st take thy Cue, — 
 
 God given, — and begin a-new! 
 
 Leaving the horde, of Parasites! 
 
 To Grnaw^ their Bones! and fight their fights! 
 
 Forgiving All — Forgetting None! 
 
 Until thy Victory, be Wion ! 
 
 Feb. 9, igiQt 
 
 A Chapter of Truisms 
 ARTICLE I 
 
 Peace and Good Will to the vv^orld, — to Man ; 
 He, the Highest Conception, of Nature's Plan; 
 Evolving, — He seeks the Finer Force; 
 Magnetic, — He cannot lose his Course; 
 But, on, and on, in a Spiral wave. 
 He reaches Heaven, through the Grave. 
 
 April 29, 1909. 
 
 ARTICLE II 
 
 Transpose the Diadem and Crown, for bells, 
 To decorate the heels, of clown, (?) who sells 
 
 Their birthright, for filthy lucre, 
 
 Then look into their past, and read their future- 
 
 April 7, 1 910. 
 
 ARTICLE III 
 
 Balaam's Ass might be forgotten, — 
 
 And its Bray; 
 Persia's Rocks, will never rotten, — 
 
 Silent, — for aye! 
 
 Feb. 23, 1910. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 123 
 
 ARTICLE IV 
 
 They will hem, and haw, and play see-saw, 
 "With Facts, not suited to their brain; 
 
 Standing, for Hire, to handle, Mire, 
 If by the means, 'twould reap them, gain. 
 
 Feb. 12, 1 910. 
 
 ARTICLE V 
 
 Arabia's dulcet tenor, 
 
 And Persia's minor tones, 
 Combine in one Harmonica, 
 
 To Jubilant, the Zones. 
 
 Feb. 23, 19 10. 
 
 ARTICLE VI 
 
 Life is too extant; to limit it to one 
 Dominioin, in this Sub-way, of existence. The 
 Crucifixion of the Christ, within ; places one, — 
 In the Category of Criminals. 
 
 ARTICLE VII 
 
 Touch thine Harp lightly, — softly, — caressingly; 
 
 Let thy soul, — drink-in, the soft, mellow sound; 
 Waiip not thine instrument, by impatient longing; — 
 The gold, that shines brighest, — lies deep, under 
 ground. 
 
 July 19, 1906. 
 
 ARTICLE VIII 
 
 The Light that gleams from other eyes, 
 Like twinkling stars, in firmament — 
 
 Will set thy passion's soul, on fire, 
 
 With thought's and words, — of Holy bent. 
 
 Summer of 1906- 
 
124 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 ARTICLE IX 
 
 Forth, from the Infinite, an inspiration came; — 
 Forceful — logical — and, touched the brain 
 
 Of one, — whose Zealousness, in the Cause, 
 Was but an epitome, of Nature's Laws. 
 
 August 23, 1907. 
 
 ARTICLE X 
 
 Heaven, and earth, are drawing nearer, 
 
 With each throbbing of thy heart. 
 Know, that each pulsation, draws thee, 
 
 Nearer thy Integral part? 
 
 October 1906. 
 
 ARTICLEJXI 
 
 Thy soul cries out, for wisdom's light ; — 
 
 And as each sad refrain 
 Is recorded, — the tones come back. 
 
 In a softer, sweeter strain. 
 
 October 1906. 
 
 ARTICLE XII 
 
 Slowly, comes Eth3real ^visdom. 
 Wafted from the unseen shore; 
 
 Where, the sweet acclaim, of Angels, 
 Sing the prelude, o'er and o'er! 
 
 And the Anthem, louder! — clearer! 
 
 Floats in Melody, sublime! 
 'Til responsive mortals, catch, — 
 
 And ring it down the grooves of Time. 
 
 July 7, 1906. 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 125 
 
 ARTICLE XIII 
 
 Warp not thy mind with others' lays! 
 
 Thine Harp, — will sound the chords of truth. 
 Thy roses, — and thy thorns, — are thine! 
 
 Let others, — chant, their: Thus Forsooths! 
 
 Take heed to what thine Angels, say; 
 
 And, lesser, — of the Rabble! 'round! 
 A false note played, by Alien's hand, 
 
 Will give thine Harp dicordant sound ! 
 
 July lo, 1906- 
 
 ARTICLE XIV 
 
 Oh ! the ether waves of music, — 
 Flashing from the unseen shore, — 
 
 Filling me with sweet contentment, — 
 [Glimpsing me, of Ancient lore, — 
 
 Bringing to my vision, — pictures, — 
 Locked within, Old Nature's breast, — 
 
 Hidden deep within her Bowels, — 
 
 Things undreamed, — and things unguessed. 
 
 Jan. 2, 1 910. 
 
 ARTICLE XV 
 
 **Twere Better to err in Praise, than in Condemnation." 
 
 ARTICLE XVI 
 
 The Oak! undaunted, by the winds! 
 
 Though winter- wracked, and tempest- torn, — 
 Renascent, — wafts on breath of love. 
 
 This leaf to thee, for Easter-morn. 
 
 March 24, 1910- 
 
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 The Capitalistic Slave Peril 
 
 (OUR NATION'S WEIGHT) 
 
 Men! Co-workers! Men! Co-brothers! 
 
 Striving- for the good of all; 
 Ever ready, — ever willing 
 
 To respond, to, Nation's call. 
 
 When in danger, — at the crisis. 
 
 Thine, has been the saving hand, — 
 Thine, — the heart, and thine the courage 
 
 To protect, this lovely land. 
 
 Thine, the spirit, too, of mercy,— 
 When across Atlantic's* Wave — 
 
 Pebbled, in each foam-crest billow, 
 Chanted moan, of Spanish Slave. 
 
 Fought Ye. well! for Cuba's freedom! 
 
 Fought Ye, brave! and fought Ye, free, 
 From all memory, of the clanking, 
 
 Clanging chains, that clung to thee. 
 
 Break Ye, there the rule. Despotic! 
 
 Seating freedom, on its throne, 
 Balancing, the scales of Justice- 
 
 Ere Ye, memoried, of thine own. 
 
 Then, a picture of thy struggle. 
 With the Juggernaut, of Greed. — 
 
 Neeatived thy M'ental's canvass, 
 'Til thy heart felt greater need 
 
 Of a Freedom, for thy people, — 
 From the gras'p of Monster, Trust! 
 
 Combinations, — Corporations ! 
 
 Sired, by Mammon's selfish lust. 
 
 And, Ye saw! perpetual sorrow. 
 
 Creeping out, from Sons, — like these! 
 
 Desolation! Degradation! 
 In the Tide, of TTuman seas. 
 
 And. thy mental canvas's, — widened, — 
 Visioning, a Work-shop! door, — 
 
 Capital! with Index finger — 
 
 Pointing Wage: Down! Lower! Lower! 
 
 Speaking out, in tones, — Commanding! 
 
 Crins:e! thou. Slave! to Our, Demand! 
 Toil thou! toil thou! for Our comfort! 
 
 We, the Head, and Thou, the Hand! 
 
GLIMPSES OF BEULAH LAND 127 
 
 We, the Monarch! and thy Master! 
 
 Form, Monopolies, and Trusts! 
 Regulating scale of wages. 
 
 That buys thee, thy crumb, and crust. 
 
 Keeping Ye, from Swift Starvation! 
 
 That Our Wants, may be supplied! 
 Sinews, of Our Gain, and Profit! 
 
 Else, cared we not, how soon Ye Died. 
 
 Toiled Ye, on, with hearts a-burden, — 
 Head bowed low, for many a year, — 
 
 'Til the Force of Desperation, 
 Flooded out, thy hopeless Fear. 
 
 Hark! a murmur! sweeps the Nation! 
 
 Bursting from, the Heart's respond! 
 Embryoed — Determination! 
 
 Forming, Universal Bond. 
 
 Linked with Principle, — preceding; — 
 Nature's First; — God's' Primal Call; — 
 
 Welded with the Christ's Commandment! 
 M^ottoed: "Equal Rights, For All." 
 
 ****** 
 
 Robust, grows the infant Unions! 
 
 Brother-hoods, in every land 
 Leap the space, — at heart-beat, pulse-beat,- 
 
 Soul, to soul! and hand, to hand! 
 
 Fearlessly, Ye stand together! 
 
 Fearlessly, Ye wait, and pray, 
 That the Metal Art ^construction, 
 
 Grant, request: "Nine hours a day." 
 
 Can Ye, Men! out-live Their madness? 
 
 Can Ye suffer, and be strong? 
 Holding Courage 'gainst thy hunger? 
 
 Brothers! can Ye stand it long? 
 
 Hear! the cries, of starving children? 
 
 Hear! the moan of hungry wives? 
 Feel! the Iron hand, — Monopoly, — 
 
 Crushing out your Free-born lives'? 
 
 See! the Hydra-headed Monarch! 
 
 Sapping up, the sweat of years? 
 As Ye gaze, on wife, and children. 
 
 Through a mist of falling tears. 
 ****** 
 
 Comes a message, — from the Heavens, 
 Through the Angels, hovering near: 
 
 "Courage, Brothers! Stand together! 
 Courage! courage! have no fear!" 
 
128 MRS. BURKE'S POEMS 
 
 Brand, Ye not! thyself as coward! 
 
 Wear no mark, of 'Scab,' or 'Knave!' 
 Better die, a hungry Freeman, 
 
 Than a Capitalistic Slave! 
 
 "For the yoke, of Serfdom, weakens! — 
 Tyrant's power, begins to yield! — 
 
 Cobra-coils, begin to loosen! — 
 Ye! Stand Victors, in the Field! 
 
 "Like a Constellation, shining, — 
 With the flag of Peace, unfurled! 
 
 Standing, Brother-hood, of Nations, — 
 Federation of the World." 
 
 God advance, the Reformation, — 
 That the Angels, whisper, me; 
 
 Ye, can Haste it, with the Ballot, 
 And, the Socialistic Key; 
 
 •Opening up, the doors' of Freedom; 
 
 With Equal Rights, to all, below, — 
 God's own voicing, — in His message, — 
 "Ye shall reap, whate'er Ye sow;" 
 
 Men! My Brothers! — break the fetters 
 
 That encircle thee in Care! 
 And with weapon, birthed from Ballot! 
 
 Drive the Monster, to his lair! 
 
 Strike! for Equal Rights, Oh, Brother! 
 
 'Tis' God's Heritage, to Man, — 
 Through the Universal Oneness, — 
 
 Not, through Party, Tribe, or Clan! 
 
 Ye! are children of One People! 
 
 Ye! are children of One State! 
 God, — The Law, — the One Dominion! 
 
 None! are Small, and None! are great! 
 
 All, are Equal, in the Presence, 
 Of. Divine's Great Over-soul! 
 
 Free in thought, and, free in action. 
 As the rippling waves, that roll 
 
 O'er the bosom of His waters, — 
 Symphonied, with songs of Love, — 
 
 Vibratory, — Angel-whispers, — 
 
 Lull-a-byed, from Courts, above. 
 
 Now, may the rippling waters sing it! 
 
 May the dews, of Heaven, that fall 
 On the face of Mother Nature, 
 
 Sparkle,— "Equal Rights for All." 
 
 —June 14, 1910. 
 
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