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POEMS, SONNETS AND 
 SACRED SONGS 
 
 R. M. BARTLEY 
 
 Author of "Boost's Verse of Hawaii' 
 
 BOSTON 
 
 THE GORHAM PRESS 
 
 1917 
 
Copyright 1917, by R. M. Bartley 
 
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 The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A. 
 
 SEP 13 1917 
 
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CONTENTS 
 
 Page 
 
 Thoughts 9 
 
 The Sects Problem II 
 
 Christ 12 
 
 Invkation to Salvation 14 
 
 The Encouraging Birdies 15 
 
 Cant Find Any Fault 16 
 
 Tlie Day's Finish 17 
 
 The Sabbath and the Fourth Commandment . . . 18 
 
 Sunday 19 
 
 Storms 20 
 
 Purity Wins Out 21 
 
 The Two Com?nandments . 22 
 
 New Wine 24 
 
 Oratory 25 
 
 JUy Ways are not Your Ways 26 
 
 Righteousness 27 
 
 Heaven 28 
 
 The Holy Bible 29 
 
 Esthetical Nourish7?ient 30 
 
 The Bible 31 
 
 Lines to the Revised Edition Pronouncing Bible- 
 Dictionary — Smith 32 
 
 Sinners Wont Stay Put 33 
 
 Whyf 34 
 
 Lines of the Salvation Army 35 
 
 Street-Corner Service 36 
 
 The Salvation Work 38 
 
 Frailty of Man 40 
 
 An Inconsistency 41 
 
 The Stability of our Unity 42 
 
 The Salvation Work 43 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 Page 
 
 A Train Convert 44 
 
 The Prison Convert 45 
 
 The Trolley Throng j 46 
 
 The Sabbath 47 
 
 City Songs 48 
 
 The Soldier s Sabbath 50 
 
 Commonplacedness 51 
 
 Spirkual Purity 52 
 
 Never Neglect 53 
 
 Good Deeds 54 
 
 The Put-Off Spirit 55 
 
 Dear Savior 56 
 
 Let Us Pull Together 57 
 
 Samaritanisrns It 58 
 
 Sanctuary 59 
 
 The Creation 60 
 
 Biblical Story Rhymed 61 
 
 February 2gth 63 
 
 My Diary for 19 — 64 
 
 Santy, Does He Hide? 65 
 
 Which Is Best? 66 
 
 General Booth 67 
 
 Lament the General {General Booth) 69 
 
 The Last In\timidations 71 
 
 The Bible Dictionary , 72 
 
 A Sonnet for the Week 73 
 
 The Floral Daisy 74 
 
 The Blessed Trinity 75 
 
 Heaven 76 
 
 Good Advice 77 
 
 Wish We Could Say 78 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 Page 
 
 Prayer Telegraphic 79 
 
 Jealousy 80 
 
 God Hcareth Not Sinners 81 
 
 Disaster and Help 82 
 
 It Passeth Understanding 83 
 
 My Testament 84 
 
 Independence Day in El Paso 85 
 
 Lines to the Smallest Bible on Earth 86 
 
 Read the Bible . 87 
 
 Who Rules? 88 
 
 The Old Church Pew 89 
 
 Sing 90 
 
 Easter gi 
 
 The Sabbath Eve 92 
 
 Behold Your King 93 
 
 Christ Everywhere 94 
 
 Sing the Sacred Songs 95 
 
 Sunday 96 
 
 Hallelujah 97 
 
 Works 98 
 
 Sing 99 
 
 Christian Rejoice lOO 
 
 Why Hear Ye Himf lOl 
 
 The Call 102 
 
 Brother Obey 103 
 
 Is There Bliss? 104 
 
 The Lord Be With Thee 105 
 
 Our Judge 106 
 
 Lord Have Mercy 107 
 
 Lord of Beauty 108 
 
 Darkness 1 10 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 Page 
 
 A Prayer II2 
 
 Baptismal Sacrament 113 
 
 Lines Written After Reading ''Death to 
 
 Prohibition' 114 
 
 Brother 115 
 
 Lachrymose 116 
 
 Joy 117 
 
 Sorry Il8 
 
 Reminiscence 119 
 
 My Sojourn in a Hospital ^ Minanoa, P. 1 121 
 
 Niagara . , 127 
 
 Lines to Belfast 131 
 
 Irish Bonfires 135 
 
 Lines to the Sttory of the Great Flood and 
 
 Cyclone Disasters 138 
 
 Beautiful Passaic Falls 140 
 
POEMS, SONNETS AND 
 SACRED SONGS 
 
THOUGHTS 
 
 Come think thoughts of purity, 
 Think of and, the higher shadows see; 
 Be angelical in every atom of a thought 
 For the Christian's ways with sin is fraught. 
 Sin is treacherous — an enemy! 
 Heaven, no sinner will ever see. 
 Change, and be steadfast in your change; 
 Strange, and to Christ be never strange. 
 
 Come think thoughts of the revelation; 
 Think of the blessings of your station. 
 Christ left power infallible, became man. 
 Whats the matter with your orbit wan? 
 Forsake sin ! Let the Savior heal 
 Thy disarticulatedness for weal. 
 Change, and be steadfast in your change ; 
 Strange, and to Christ be never strange. 
 
 Come think thoughts of bread and wine — 
 Corn and fruit sanctioned by Him Divine. 
 Shun intemperance of corn and barley malt. 
 They are not heavenly fruit, but fruit with a fault. 
 'Tis sin to rob your child of bread by drinking rye — 
 Heaven no drunkard will ever discry. 
 Change, and be for Christ in your change; 
 Strange, and to members and Church be never 
 strange. 
 
THE SECTS PROBLEM 
 
 I sometimes wonder on the Religions — 
 
 The various Sects and Creeds? 
 I try, when I read my Bible, 
 
 When I read of the bloody deeds, 
 To locate the text and Scripture, 
 
 To locate the wonderous seeds 
 Of all those Religions of today — 
 And I'm sometimes successful, I'm happy to say. 
 
 'Tisn't hard to find the Episcopalian 
 
 The first heretic of all; 
 Nor is the Presbyterian a mystery 
 
 When you ponder the truths of the fall, 
 And reclamation of the Erring Son 
 
 By Christ lowly and repentant Paul ; 
 Nor is the friends and disciples a puzzle — 
 There no maze, nothing by the narrow, straight 
 muzzle. 
 
 The Baptist is not the hardest to disentangle, 
 
 Oh, no; 'tis the simplest of all: 
 Ritual is sweet and kingly, 
 
 And a vent, and a call. 
 Orators are quick to firmly grasp 
 
 The "leaders chance" as disciple Paul, 
 For its Religion for the Saint — 
 No use of saying, it taint! 
 
 lO 
 
The Methodists and Salvation Army 
 
 And Young Men's Christian Association, too, 
 
 Also the reformed bodies I can find in my testament, 
 And they are so necessary they grew 
 
 With the metropolises and country. 
 Oh, they are cordially true blue! 
 
 I just love them all in all 
 
 From Episcopalian to Salvation Army hall. 
 
 II 
 
CHRIST 
 
 Christ as a child wion souls to him 
 
 By heavenly magnetism of love ; 
 Christ as a boy won learned men w^ho dim 
 
 His environment by fallacies of Jove. 
 Sadducee, Pharisee, Scribes and Jew 
 
 Stood awed, astounded by the marvelous boy 
 Whom God and Angels sentineled thru 
 
 Dark days and nights of hiding alloy. 
 
 Christ as a man, the Peerless Physician, 
 
 Whom the blind, halt and leprous loved; 
 Woman's friend in her distressed mission, 
 
 Catering to false love's iniquitous beloved. 
 Mysterious spirit miraculously hid in danger, 
 
 How could mortal preach without being taught? 
 Testify, without partiality, of the Genesis to stranger 
 
 Who periodically incessantly his life sought. 
 
 Christ the guardian of His fellowman 
 
 When sin and covenanted laws failed ; 
 Christ the Miracle Worker, weak and wan 
 
 From malicious punishment when betrayed and 
 jailed. 
 Oh, heavenly, incarnate soul who cried 
 
 In bitter, pleading tone to his Righteous Father 
 "Eli, Eli, Lama Sabachthani.'^ Then the all power- 
 ful died 
 Mid sympathetic glances from his hiding disciple 
 and ijnother. 
 
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Christ, the crucified, triumphantly arose 
 
 From the sepulchre of those who sleepeth; 
 Taught his disciples how to begin and close 
 
 Missionary work in Jerusalem, o'er which he 
 weepeth. 
 Gave them the Holy Ghost, the comforter of the 
 elect. 
 
 To impart and transplant the Penticostal blessing. 
 Christ, the arisen, then ascended back 
 
 To Him who gave his only son for our lesson. 
 
 Christ the advocate now reigns in Trinity 
 
 In the Heavens the santuary of rest and peace. 
 Come, come, crieth our meek divinity. 
 
 •Be pious disciples! Let sin surcease! 
 'Tis the crucified, the perfect one of unity, 
 
 That calls Thee from secular fleece. 
 Come to His fold! Renounce the old trite bee! 
 
 Remember the world is drifting to peace. 
 
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INVITATION TO SALVATION 
 
 Suffer darkness and blindness no more 
 My habitual, tippling brother; 
 
 Wend the narrow, sanctified floor — 
 We'll be your loving mother. 
 
 Every, every christian to the rescue, 
 
 Why, why hangs back the few? 
 
 Why hang back progressive brother 
 
 And pull thy purse string? 
 Why not fraternize amongst other 
 
 Sons of God that oft did sing? 
 Why hang back tantamount to the light ? 
 Help, Oh help, dear brother, tonight. 
 
 Suffer the past century no more. 
 No more my intemperate friend; 
 
 Harken to Christianization and soar 
 To blisses without end. 
 
 Accept this invitation to the Lord, 
 
 Accept His salvation and His holy word. 
 
 Accept our ways and Church, 
 
 The transfiguration to our Lord; 
 
 Minister in tantivy with flaming torch — 
 Holy, acceptable our record. 
 
 Holy are our ways and works. 
 
 Harken, 'tis thee alone that shirks. 
 
 Open thy purse strings, dear brother, 
 
 Help the conversion along; 
 Primitive is the convergent smother 
 
 Where drunkards are millions strong. 
 Every Christian now to the rescue! 
 Why only hangs back the few? 
 
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THE ENCOURAGING BIRDIES 
 
 'Tis encouragement to hear 
 
 The little birdies, so dear, 
 
 Singing in the murky rain ; 
 
 Singing when we're fain 
 
 To defame and ribald our reputation 
 
 With cuss words the damnation 
 
 Of the soul, yet the Impetus 
 
 Of the wicked who fuss 
 
 With the stumbling creater 
 
 Whose works and ways teeter, 
 
 Threatening a downfall ; 
 
 Then, that horrid eyewitness call 
 
 Him back to paths straight, 
 
 Which he'd faithfully mate 
 
 And ne'er again grotesquely swerve, 
 
 But obediently and competently observe 
 
 The law of man and creation — 
 
 When we are eagerly looking 
 
 For the silverlining hooking 
 
 Unto the black, monster cloud 
 
 That mantles, e'en, the poor and proud. 
 
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CAN'T FIND ANY FAULT 
 
 God In one week's time constructed the universe; 
 Gave every astral and terrestlal unit a proper 
 fitting; 
 Gave seedtime and harvest, wind and snowtime — 
 These sundry times v^^hen we take our vacatlonal 
 flitting — 
 See a section of the universal paradise 
 Where man puts himself on transparent Ice. 
 
 Can't find a fault, Oh Lord, 
 
 With thy wondrous toil and rest ; 
 Astronomical lore and geologist written word 
 
 Explains the milky way and earth's strata with 
 zest. 
 
 God pour his rainstorms periodically down; 
 Sends strong winds that wreck and kills ; 
 God sees it good to destroy by earthquake 
 Fair cities harboring no Iniquitous Ills — 
 Poor helpless mortal sends broadcast news of their 
 
 wrecked town. 
 Other mortals lend helping hands to those knocked 
 down. 
 
 Can't find a fault, Oh Lord, 
 
 With thy wondrous administration ; 
 
 Tornadoes and earthquakes but hord 
 Happiness and everlasting ministration. 
 
 i6 
 
THE DAY'S FINISH 
 
 'Twas no headliner 
 
 This eve of work-a-day week, 
 'Twas simply a preparation 
 
 Preparatory \o the morrow bleak. 
 The morrow, unknown, unseen, 
 Oh Lord, with protection lean. 
 
 Its with a hurry and slam 
 
 We leave today for to-morrow; 
 
 With toil we've grown careless. 
 Freshness we cannot borrow. 
 
 We've got to rest and sleep, 
 
 Oh, Lord, let thy protection creep. 
 
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THE SABBATH AND THE FOURTH 
 COMMANDMENT 
 
 The Sabbath is a day of rest — 
 
 'Twas hallowed for that purpose ! 
 Saw the bumble-bees attest 
 
 Their likes and dislikes for blossoms unassorted. 
 Were the humble bees, the bumble-bees breaking 
 
 the law? 
 Why, of course not, friend, bugs are not human, 
 pshaw ! 
 
 The bumble-bees, the humble bees were droning 
 
 As they labored to beat the band ; 
 'Twas their insect music cause they were owning 
 
 The floral kingdom understand. 
 They ken peace and plenty when they drain it from 
 
 a nectary cup 
 Replenishing their hives and honeycomb, get up! 
 
 God gave us a day of holy rest — 
 
 His humble son didn't change it; 
 Man keeps it workless lest 
 
 The divine would strange it; 
 Make it a day of famine as in the wilderness — 
 That would be an awful downfall from bliss. 
 
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SUNDAY 
 
 Holy and sacred is Sunday, 
 Far, far different from Monday 
 In the routine of metropolitan life; 
 In the chores of rustic strife. 
 Sunday is rest to a farmer's son ; 
 Sunday is rest to the manufacturing one. 
 Sunday, our Sunday is different, thats all! 
 Why Monday's hardly in it at all. 
 
 Who goes to church on Monday? 
 Who misses church on Sunday? 
 Taint the farmer and son? 
 No, nor the manufacturing one. 
 Commercial life must go on. 
 Secular six days, but upon 
 ''Sunday" we all go to prayers. 
 
 Oh Sunday, closed, churchy Sunday gives sinners 
 cares. 
 
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STORMS 
 
 Black tracing of storm "Yester" shone 
 
 From all points of the compass. 
 
 The signs portended unrest and, 
 
 Death to the recognized Sabbath: 
 
 A day of love and neighborly working 
 
 For the Savior of ingratc man. 
 
 Christ, the titanic worker of miracle 
 
 To the grounding of His fundamental principle 
 
 The Holy, sanctified and finished doctrine: 
 
 Sweet sesame to Angleship divine. 
 
 Christ, the sculptor and alchemist, 
 
 Who by good example won over 
 
 The irreconcilables, the bigots and stumblingblocks 
 
 Of the multiple religions then predominant, 
 
 Tho' like the proverbial fig tree — dead! 
 
 Alack-a-day, they were barren, sterile, dead! 
 
 Nothing of reciprocity between man and the God- 
 head 
 
 Whose edicts, illustrated ensamples and preach- 
 ments 
 
 Were — are — everlasting life. Just think of it, ever- 
 lasting life! 
 
 Incomprehensible to the hearer and receiver 
 
 The beloved, recognized "Sons of God". 
 
 God, Jehovah! The eternal supreme being of 
 Heaven. 
 
 20 
 
PURITY WINS OUT 
 
 Purity, sweet purity has its reward, 
 Heaven's on guard and hits sin hard. 
 
 Purity wins out; of purity there's no doubt. 
 
 Purity of the christian, great purity of him who 
 
 believes 
 In the resurrection and grieves not that Christ 
 
 his soul receives. 
 Purity is the best crown to him thats up or down. 
 
 Great purity, soul preparedness for the judgment 
 
 day, 
 God redeems, hurrah, and sin does slay. 
 Purity wins out ; of purity there's no doubt. 
 
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THE TWO COMMANDMENTS 
 
 There's commandments that are dear, 
 
 Dear to the Christian's heart; 
 Though they may hurt and scar 
 
 They healeth up the smart, 
 The longing to better love. 
 
 And faithfully to adhere 
 To the sign of the Dove, 
 
 Leaf-evidence of Christ here. 
 
 *Tove God v^rith all thy soul." 
 
 That is the first commandment; 
 A commandment that shineth bold. 
 
 And to the terrestial Christian sent. 
 "Love thy neighbor as thy self." 
 
 The second. They the greatest of all! 
 The two combined a library shelf 
 
 Of biblical edicts from Adam to Thanksgiving 
 festival. 
 
 These greater commandments edifies man, 
 
 Teaches him the A B Cs of holiness; 
 Christians are not mired, nor can 
 
 Hide behind some vv^orldly boldness. 
 Christ commands his flock to teach and preach. 
 
 His oneness of salvation to sinners; 
 Christ came not into the world to reach 
 
 The Magnate, but lowly Tanners and Tinners. 
 
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Love God and thy neighbor, too, 
 
 Never shirk this divine duty; 
 These two commandments strew 
 
 Christians with transfiguration beauty. 
 Christ loved God and his neighbor. 
 
 Died on the cross to fulfil this law; 
 Rose again: instructed his Diciples to labor; 
 
 Thence ascended within the heavenly awe. 
 
 23 
 
NEW WINE 
 
 Never, no never put new w^Ine into old bottles. 
 
 An adage in three books of the testament found. 
 Advise is sweet to gumption with throttles! 
 
 Dear Saviour your parables are proverbially sound. 
 
 Dear Saviour, methinks the Cosmic disasters is 
 putting new wine 
 
 Into old bottles with foretold results? 
 Help us to touch that magic raiment of thine 
 
 And — hurry father-time to the ults. 
 
 24 
 
ORATORY 
 
 Theres power in oratory 
 
 To good or evil ; 
 Let the populace not flurry 
 
 Or peeve at the existence of the Devil. 
 
 Theres powder in oratory, 
 
 Wield it aright; 
 Corrupt not the good story 
 
 And, the Devil you fight. 
 
 25 
 
MY WAYS ARE NOT YOUR WAYS 
 
 God said, let there be light. 
 
 'Twas His way to create it! 
 We cannot so the battle of life fight, 
 Shine as we may in our finite might, 
 
 We've got to watch and wait it. 
 
 No! our way is not His way; 
 
 Our thought not His thought. 
 We must drive slowly the dust to lay; 
 But God makes it rain and, say. 
 
 In the twinkling of an eye the work is 
 wrought. 
 
 My way are not your ways. 
 
 Oh, if they could only be! 
 No chaotic ruin; no pathos in days 
 That are passing, mid warring rays, 
 
 To lodgment of the Divinity. 
 
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RIGHTEOUSNESS 
 
 There's strength in righteousness, 
 
 In righteousness' seemless coat; 
 Righteousness is the way to triumphant peace 
 
 And, about peace we all dote. 
 
 2. 
 
 There strength in righteousness. 
 
 Ay, in Christ's seemless coat; 
 It shows the way to peaceful bliss, 
 
 Propitiating while protecting as Josephs of holy 
 wrote. 
 
 3. 
 
 There's peace, peace in His worship 
 
 And power, power in His cross, 
 They defend against sin's cruelty 
 
 Like the flaming sword mongst Eden's moss. 
 
 Righteousness and strength with peace to joy and 
 sing ; 
 
 Righteousness with praise to our Heavenly Lord ; 
 Righteousness with strength to rescue some soul. 
 
 Help some backslider sin's moat to ford. 
 
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HEAVEN 
 
 What a place of bliss 
 
 The fair land above: 
 What duties of naturalization? 
 
 Nothing but love. 
 
 What works is exacted 
 
 By the supreme being above? 
 
 Nothing but the teachings of 
 The Saviour of love. 
 
 What does the mortal then? 
 
 Kill the sheep and goat? 
 Sprinkle w^ith Hyssop as in Biblical times ? 
 
 (Those doings of ancient rote) 
 
 Oh, no ! they seek the truths 
 
 Of the New Testament of the Lord 
 And serve him according to 
 
 The divine Apocalypse and word. 
 
 28 
 
THE HOLY BIBLE 
 
 Couplets 
 
 Perfection in code of doctrine 
 Is the book of books divine. 
 
 By precept proverb and lamentation 
 It has governed man to his expectation. 
 
 Todaj^ Religion girdles the earth — 
 "World arbitration" a reality as breath. 
 
 Oh Tome, of truth and edicts divine 
 
 Thou hast our fealty unto the everlasting sunshine. 
 
 29 
 
ESTHETICAL NOURISHMENT 
 
 The Bible Is esthetlcal nourishment 
 
 Given to man by God; 
 Man culls from Its estheticness 
 
 The better his conscience to prod. 
 
 The Biblical Laws are a protection 
 
 Given to man by God; 
 Man follows their provision of estheticalness 
 
 The better His Savior to laud. 
 
 The paschal supper was Esthetlcal nourishment 
 
 Given to man by God; 
 Man adopts Christ's as the Christians — 
 
 'TIs holy, not of our sod. 
 
 All, all the old and new testament 
 
 (Given to man by God) 
 Is esthetlcal consecration and food 
 
 Directing him from the land of nod. 
 
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THE BIBLE 
 
 The Bible, the Bible I love 
 With its Genesis, fishes and mole; 
 Salvation Leviathans will ever linger 
 
 Thrills in my heart and soul; 
 Its character I'll perpetually finger 
 Until the Heavenly Goal. 
 
 The Bible, The Bible I love 
 
 With its Christ and with its Paul; 
 
 Revelation of sinless, active life — 
 
 Ways and means to the Heavenly hall. 
 By its finish died our strife, 
 
 Hear, oh hear, the supernal call. 
 
 The Bible, the Bible, I love, 
 
 Cause all things eternal are clear; 
 
 Clarified Heaven and Earth to him who read 
 The temperate voice and ear 
 
 Of God, who willed the blest screed 
 
 To finite that he'd be ever near. 
 
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LINES TO THE REVISED EDITION 
 
 PRONOUNCING BIBLE DICTIONARY 
 
 —SMITHS 
 
 Yes, I didn't write my note 
 
 in vain; 
 Thou duly put in an appearance 
 
 amain ! 
 . Thanks to the Constitution, indeed, 
 Thanks kindly for your heed. 
 
 Pronouncing bible of a tongue 
 Whose wondrous rhythm have clung 
 To Christianity, old — young. 
 
 Again yes, I didn't study thy pages 
 
 in vain! 
 Thou duly makes the fundamental things 
 
 ■ plain. 
 Thanks to the constitution, indeed, 
 Thanks kindly for your wonderful heed. 
 
 Dictionary for the Church's screed. 
 Book that explains the mead 
 And paths to what we plead. 
 
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SINNERS WON'T STAY PUT 
 
 Sinners, they won't stay put 
 
 Every New Years they want to change, 
 Swear off being the butt 
 
 To habits that are strange. 
 
 I cannot blame them really. 
 
 Nor find fault Vv^ith their resolution; 
 
 Cast aside ; lay the hems away 
 That fetches thee disolution. 
 
 Like Christ sinners knew 
 
 Someone touched the hem of their garment 
 
 And, to the new habit they flew 
 
 Crying: touch it! harm it! 
 
 33 
 
WHY? 
 
 The poor we have with us today, why? 
 
 Our poorhouse we cannot slay, why ? 
 
 Why is the poor and poorhouse here alway, why? 
 
 The prisoner is with us today, why? 
 
 Our prisons are full, and they stay, why? 
 
 Why is the prisoner and prison here alway, why? 
 
 The poor and prisoner we tolerate, why ? 
 Build them asyslums uptodate, why? 
 Why because of noxious habits in hours sedate, thats 
 why. 
 
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LINES OF THE SALVATION ARMY 
 
 W ow! Fighters of a belfgerent force 
 A rrived in the nation's defense today; 
 R ested not, be catered the ''Cry" away. 
 
 C ontientiously I purchased of course 
 R eading-matter so current and Good — 
 Y ea, how Christ the tempter withstood. 
 
 35 
 
STREET-CORNER SERVICE 
 
 Mama, please stop and listen 
 
 To the Christian melody; 
 Behold how my eyes glisten, 
 
 Glisten to the Salvation tody. 
 Stop? Why certainly, that's the game for me; 
 I'm delighted with the Captain and his musical 
 army. 
 
 Of all the mortal pictures 
 
 No sight anon is greater 
 Than crowd attending lectures. 
 
 Street-corner prayers — finished later. 
 
 Mama! Do hear them softly singing 
 
 Jesus and the evermore glory; 
 Mama, let our voices be a-ringing 
 
 To the welkin the undying story; 
 Let our sympathetic soul develope more divine — 
 Christ is theirs, yours, mine. 
 
 How beautiful the. Gospel truth? 
 Christ is theirs, yours, mine. 
 Sing it as sang Evanglist Ruth. 
 
 Mama, let us march with them to their hall; 
 
 There's Salvation attending prayers at the mercy 
 seat 
 Fall in ! Proceed with cadenced band and all. 
 
 My child this is truly a Christly treat. 
 The ways of Christ is Sweet Honeycomb. 
 To wanderlust and citizens of Home Sweet Home, 
 
 36 
 
Home Sweet Home the chords Is ringing, 
 
 Ringing, ringing in my heart ; 
 Home Sweet Home I would be singing 
 
 Dear Abba, Father, hope we'll never part. 
 
 37 
 
THE SALVATION CORPS 
 
 Sin cannot escape the citizen army, 
 That evangelical corps and throng 
 Duplicating the citizen's and city's song, 
 
 In Beatitudes so agreeably charmy. 
 
 Rest is beneficial to us all! 
 
 Sweet the relaxation of that melodious throng. 
 
 Thinking always purity; how to cure wrong. 
 Elemental iniquity mongst metropolitan stall. 
 
 Sin's not rest, only purity is peace 
 
 In cosmopolitan home, court or ball. 
 In favorable city, state or capital ; 
 
 Purity, the promulgation of Salvation's re-lease. 
 
 Singleness of purpose is the army corps' law: 
 Conversion of the divine soul from sin, 
 From want, from self; to win 
 Earth's blessings and, at last, the heavenly awe. 
 
 Sin cannot escape the adaptable army 
 
 Ever singing sweet, efficient song; 
 
 In city, in state no cosmic wrong 
 But outcry and prayer critical and charmy. 
 
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FRAILITY OF MAN 
 
 Man was centered in the garden 
 As its cultivator and warden, 
 But by sin lost his sinecure — 
 Blessedness like goodness doesn't endure. 
 
 Slowly His intimated emigration 
 To largess of the Terrestial expectation; 
 Slowly the development of the city — 
 Adobe bricks, plaques and pity. 
 
 Man was given charge of all creation, 
 Things that creep and fly his elation ; 
 He named them all, yes, every one 
 Without a rest, this glorified son. 
 
 God kept to himself their keep — 
 Knew that at such labor man would weep, 
 That he'd have to chastise his vanity. 
 Also his non-progressive spirit of urbanity. 
 
 39 
 
THE FRAILTY OF WOMAN 
 
 Woman, blessed creater created so, 
 
 Adam's helpmeet and beau ; 
 
 Blest companion and friend 
 
 To the Bliss forecasted end 
 
 Of the immortal soul we cannot comprehend. 
 
 Woman, vain seeker of power, 
 Man's blessing and cursed flower; 
 Whose iniquity and intrigue with the Devil 
 Gave Man his residue of evil. 
 
 God cursed thee in Eden, 
 
 Curbed thy tentative seeding. 
 
 Thy seeking after Divine knowledge 
 
 Regulated thee to motherhood, not college. 
 
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AN INCONSISTENCY 
 
 Glad joy of our possessions above 
 
 Wells our eyes with tears — 
 Or is it the tribulations on the tree 
 
 That stills our lusty cheers? 
 We are able to battle 'gainst sin, 
 
 Fight iniquity in the city, 
 Why, then, us lachrymose in public 
 
 When its per usual privity? 
 Hypocrites they are not! 
 
 Human, as a rule is honest, 
 
 Its their dictum to have rectitude 
 Mother taught it them as a tot. 
 
 Then, w^hy, the inconsistency of tears, 
 
 When something of Christ's history Is told, 
 
 Or w^hen the Promised Prize grows clear 
 To the yearning, zealous soul? 
 
 41 
 
THE STABILITY OF OUR UNITY 
 
 No tongue has yet succeeded 
 To sing the stability of our unity! 
 
 Christ united us when he deeded 
 Communion with the Trinity. 
 
 Mellow Communion awake, 
 
 Jacob's ladder when we sleep; 
 Psalms and Parables to slake 
 
 A thirst that heavenward leap. 
 
 A thirst that's daily satisfied 
 
 By admonition of the Holy Spirit, 
 
 By biblical pedigree of the Crucified 
 Dying to our great merit. 
 
 No mortal yet has exhausted 
 The great depths of our unity. 
 
 Consecrated when we near had lost it 
 
 When Republican and Sadducee couldn't 
 agree. 
 
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THE SALVATION WORK 
 
 Sinners are so awry, so unstable, 
 
 That its necessary to bring the Sacramental Table, 
 
 Like the Sacred Ark of old, 
 To where trips Dear Mable, 
 And to where shambles dear Jack — 
 
 E'en along the corner gable. 
 
 Yes, its necessary and works good results 
 In saving the morals of Doe and Holts. 
 
 Human are funny creatures, alack! 
 Loving not the Cathedral's Loving Beck; 
 They are sensitive and fight shy of the Sacred 
 Edifice, 
 
 But fall to the open air service track. 
 
 The familiar surroundings and dissertation 
 Works an affinity, an exaltation : 
 
 They feel more freedom and pray 
 Unhesitatingly for their diadem; 
 Lauding the Salvation work to them. 
 
 Who are friends and co-workers, a joy foray. 
 
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A TRAIN CONVERT 
 
 You have speeded on a train 
 
 Rejoicing at your trip? 
 Satisfied with life's pleasures 
 
 Saying, let her rip? 
 Giving "the compliments of the season" 
 
 To the stranger in your compartment — 
 And a handshake to the friend — 
 
 How^ happy your department? 
 
 You welcomed the press of the throng 
 
 And pain of your tramped foot? 
 Grouched not at the old palaver 
 
 Somber as his clerical suit ? 
 Somber ! Yet no ; its color has changed to gold : 
 
 Christ has awakened his spirit, 
 That sweet Galilean spirit of old, 
 
 In his temple now full of merit. 
 
 Nothing has happened to the train 
 
 Its speeds as before along the track ; 
 Nothing has changed in your compartment 
 
 Your conscience alone has received a thwack ; 
 Christ has revived his work thats all. 
 
 Answered the prayers of the millions, 
 Answered the pleadings of good converts 
 
 For ransomed souls to number tens of trillions. 
 
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THE PRISON CONVERT 
 
 Complements of unrighteous prisoners 
 
 Visit the altar of their God; 
 All thro' the season of their incarceration, 
 
 In their jungle confined as any wild hog. 
 Sacredness slowly begets sacredness! 
 
 And they vow to alter their ways; 
 Penitentiary bars or other confinement — 
 
 "Never again" they solemnly say. 
 
 Their morals are improved, strengthened 
 
 By the restrictions of the holy pen; 
 They'll remember their days of sorrow 
 
 Rejoicing at Christ's first visit to their narrowed 
 den 
 Their warped soul craves for a prison paradox, 
 
 Not understanding commercial life's broadened 
 sphere, 
 They would have their city disciplined to Christ — 
 
 Battling always with the wolf and their fear. 
 
 They turn preacher, to the old, old avocation, 
 
 Burying the Jimmy and other sin, 
 Visits the sick, and at prison altar 
 
 Preaches of the Lords cleverness to win. 
 Others take heart from their exalted example 
 
 Vowing, as his reverence vowed before, 
 To keep themselves under confinements stress 
 
 In the broadening labyrinth within the city's door. 
 
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THE TROLLEY THRONG 
 
 The trolley throng, the trolley throng, 
 
 What a Sunday crowd ? 
 What a churchgoing people? 
 
 Acknowledging Christ out loud ; 
 Just as if someone, with funds at par, 
 
 Was bartering the overworked conductor. 
 To accept a transfer from another car 
 
 That had been delayed by the traffic ruck, or 
 
 The trolley throng, the trolley throng. 
 
 How reverent the eager crowd? 
 How presentable in Bible array? 
 
 How condecending, not proud? 
 They can read and sing, too. 
 
 The sweet memorial songs ; 
 They can pray, they can talk ; 
 
 And to learn from Christ they longs. 
 
 The trolley throng, the trolley throng! 
 
 How businesslike the conductor seems? 
 Important and extremely courteous, too. 
 
 Also a dash of reverence teems. 
 He feels the reverentials of the christian 
 
 Without the aid of clairvoyance; 
 He hears the Halcyon sermon again — 
 
 Once they were a great annoyance. 
 
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THE SABBATH 
 
 Glory, dominion and laudation 
 
 The Christian gave today 
 To his Savior in a nation 
 
 Where mortals cannot stray. 
 
 What did he receive in return 
 
 For the obedience today? 
 He has the omnipotent's promise to turn 
 
 All darkness into day. 
 
 The inspired authors of the books 
 
 Found in the bible holy, 
 Gives illustrations, like purling brooks, 
 
 Of all potency w^holly. 
 
 Glory, dominion to the Abba above 
 From every city and country ; 
 
 He is mighty and sheds his love 
 On Christians w^ho vi^orship freely. 
 
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CITY SONGS 
 
 Songs ring from cities 
 
 Everywhere ; 
 Wondrous, beauteous ditties 
 
 Reechoing thro' the air. 
 
 Psalms and hymns of praise 
 
 In cities-millionaires ; 
 Penticostal showers raze 
 Brothels bare. 
 
 Chants the children, chants 
 
 The commonwealth; 
 God is preached in hants 
 
 Scant of pelf. 
 
 Prayers are lipsed, are breathed 
 
 In brotherhood; 
 Soon the terrestial ball will be wreathed 
 
 In Christ's lowly hood. 
 
 Lectures in crowded halls 
 
 Everyday ; 
 Emmanuel chorused in words that falls 
 
 In sweetest way. 
 
 Books published, pamphlets distributed 
 
 'Mongst the throng; 
 Thy meekness and goodness bruited 
 
 Along. 
 
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Converts meet and speak of Heaven, 
 
 Oh, sweetest speech; 
 Conversation without leaven 
 
 Within easy reach. 
 
 Missionaries in foreign state 
 
 Translates ; 
 Atheist and Buddhist with jingoism bate 
 
 Us in their hates. 
 
 Sacred songs in sermons swell 
 
 The atmosphere ; 
 Sing them, brother, sing them well 
 
 The divine will hear. 
 
 Join the anthem, brother, do. 
 
 Join in; 
 Shout the holy melody as others do 
 
 Thy crown to win. 
 
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THE SOLDIER'S SABBATH 
 
 No church nor rest today — 
 
 The Sabbath was worked away. 
 
 Could hardly get a meal 
 
 Pitching tents in the deal, 
 
 The U. S. cavalry in camp 
 
 At Fort Bliss, Texas, so damp. 
 
 Hands worked until they're sore; 
 
 Shoes worn out — no horse to the fore — 
 
 Clearing evergreens from the ground; 
 
 Driving pegs retangular round 
 
 Our new style the pyramidal tent. 
 
 God, wot, to occupy: This Sunday sent 
 
 And hallowed by one we love, 
 
 Who forbids us to toil or move 
 
 To work as in work-a-day-week. 
 
 But, then, 'twas "necessary". Why this squeak? 
 
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COMMONPLACEDNESS 
 
 C ommon acts and things the same 
 
 O nly these in the army game. 
 
 M nemonics they are of a struggle grim 
 
 M eanly and senseless to him 
 
 O f Christian fortitude and faith. 
 
 N o; Nothing of the Savior from Nazareth; 
 
 P lease, be the nation's steadfast sons, 
 
 L ean to the yeggmen and hirelings' 
 
 A ssorted vows of prowess to win 
 
 C rown that only belongs to sin. 
 
 E 'en the breath you inhale 
 
 D amns your psychic soul to wail 
 
 N o surrender to the ethics of him 
 
 E nlisted to our aid in centuries dim. 
 
 S oldiering, yes, is only sin and comonplacedness ! 
 
 S oldiers repent and don the mantle or bliss. 
 
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SPIRITUAL PURITY 
 
 With a Christian spirit work today 
 
 Clear all dull cares afar, away; 
 
 Clear the orbit you so commendably tread; 
 
 By a fervent spirit be led ; 
 
 Let the Ten Commandments of love 
 
 Rule and transfigure thee to God above. 
 
 Tho' your orbit seems strangly dark 
 Let not your depressed spirit hark; 
 Kick the stumbling-spectre out of your path ; 
 Ask power of God, and, as an aftermath. 
 Burn the old clinging, enslaving vines — 
 Lo, spiritual purity triumphantly shines. 
 
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NEVER NEGLECT 
 
 Never neglect, dear Christian, 
 
 Sweet morning prayer! 
 Pray to the Reedeemer of the world — 
 Never your temperate banner furl, 
 
 Wave it everywhere. 
 
 Never neglect, dear Christian, 
 
 Melodious sacred air ; 
 Sing it to the "man of sorrow" 
 From the world's battlement tomorrow 
 
 In noonday glare. 
 
 Sing and pray, dear Christian, 
 
 It will keep you safe. 
 Secure from sin and harm, 
 Changing change that charm 
 
 Thee as any city's waif. 
 
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GOOD DEEDS 
 
 Good deed is necessary ! 
 Why, oh why, do you tarry 
 
 With thy helping hand? 
 Handsome is the deeds of Christ! 
 Accept His salvation and tryst. 
 
 Perfect this sub-heavenly land. 
 
 Remit of thy largess today ; 
 Slay, oh, the sinful spirit slay; 
 
 Be prominent in well doing; 
 Good deeds is sweet to the Lord — 
 Read of His in the divine word — 
 
 Be taught from the Lord's wooing. 
 
 Everybody's not on easy-street; 
 Everybody doesn't our Savior greet. 
 
 Tell of Him today; 
 Help that needy one, oh help. 
 Save him from himself and devilish whelp, 
 
 Help him the old man slay ! 
 
 God's recognition of Thy holy act, 
 When at last thee leave thy earthy track, 
 
 Is Heaven: The Heaven of our Redeemer. 
 Holy is the one whose deeds are good; 
 Righteousness he purchase by his flood 
 
 Of kindness, killing his cantankerous schemer. 
 
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THE "PUT OFF" SPIRIT 
 
 I kept putting off yester what I should have done. 
 
 Guess I'll get busy tonight; 
 'Twill give me a clearer conscience 
 
 And a better spirit to fight. 
 
 Used to receive a reprimand from father 
 
 When I procrastinated badly; 
 Would have to sit up nights 
 
 Memorizing lessons madly. 
 
 Used to have to run a message 
 
 Instead of Jennie's grand Pit-A-Pat; 
 It was very necessary to hurry 
 
 And the bearer pass Mr. Pussy Cat. 
 
 They wiseacres have truly said 
 
 "Train a child in the way it should go 
 
 And it will not depart therefrom until dead. 
 I hurry to paddle my own wood row. 
 
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DEAR SAVIOR 
 
 Dear Savior, your seeds of salvation 
 Took deep root in this waystatlon 
 
 To beautiful grow^th of love ! 
 Human kindness and prayers are grovi^Ing 
 Until orison's are strowing 
 The earth to overflowing 
 
 And — for "First Place" In our love. 
 
 The Bible Is big — an Inspired law ; 
 Precedent without fault or flaw 
 
 Too guide us to thee ; 
 Our wlldness It puts to negation ; 
 We affirm thy better station 
 And await with abnegation 
 
 That judgment to be. 
 
 Dear Savior, your seeds of kindness 
 Harkened to our blindness 
 
 And kilt our adversary whole ! 
 Love In purity Is sweet; 
 Love gets us admission to the holy street; 
 Love! Our eternal love we'll greet, 
 
 Dear Savior of old. 
 
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LET US PULL TOGETHER 
 
 What could the U. S. not do, 
 
 The country congregated might deplore, 
 Since victory of the Americas' rustic lane and 
 avenue ? 
 
 Whew! Let our pull together never be o'er. 
 Let us multiply in liberty's right 
 
 And the right of our Holy Lord, 
 Let us ever pull together to fight 
 
 For Americas and the revelations blest word. 
 
 Ay, what could the new world not do, 
 
 Accomplish for civilization and the Lord? 
 Abolish all superfluity by cultivating the true 
 
 Vine, whose root is the biblical word. 
 Let us increase in strength of liberty 
 
 And peaceful strength of our Lord. 
 Am.ericas united in secular and holy unity 
 
 With no outstanding obligations and plowshares 
 the sword. 
 
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SAMARITANISM'S IT 
 
 The Samaritan received the glory 
 
 For kindness to man, 
 The wounded robber all gory — 
 
 Dying men tells tales. 
 What a touching, thrilling story 
 
 Of Christ's chosen people. 
 
 Lord, thou incline our ways 
 
 To Samaritan activities; 
 Beseech us with helpful rays 
 
 And divine spiritual proclivities. 
 Teach us that Samaritan ways, 
 
 Ways of self-denial's IT. 
 
 Yea, 'tis only sundry self-denial 
 
 That receives the shouts of the people; 
 
 Those little events of trial 
 You meet in everyday life ; 
 
 Small, like poison in its vial, 
 
 But not a negative quantity to us. 
 
 Lord, incline toward us here. 
 
 Baptise us with Samaritanism and love ; 
 Teach us to be humble and fear 
 
 To roam without thee mother earth ; 
 Teach us to reverence thy tear 
 
 For Jerusalem's non Samaritanism. 
 
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SANCTUARY 
 
 Sacred spot hallowed by Heaven 
 
 And divine spirit promiscuously sent; 
 
 Oh, rendezvous-sanctuary no leaven 
 Thy Holiness will rent. 
 
 The human is safe within thy walls, 
 
 Protection thou meekly delivers. 
 'Twas truly preparedness in primordial halls, 
 
 Deliverance from the enemies quivers. 
 
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THE CREATION 
 
 The creation so good, so fair, 
 
 Developed into anything but prayer: 
 
 Adam and Eve's nonconformity to edicts of God; 
 
 Cain, their son, in disobedience trod. 
 
 Received punishment adequate to the offense: 
 
 Exiled far away from sweet parential sense 
 
 To the wild state and city of unruly man 
 
 Who doesn't recognize the teachings that pan 
 
 Redemption to eternal, everlasting light — 
 
 Oh Lord, have mercy, Calvarian mercy tonight. 
 
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BIBLICAL STORY RHYMED 
 
 Once It rained forty days and nights 
 
 Drowning the generations of the world. 
 
 The true tale is unfolded to all 
 
 In the Holy Bible, the book hurl'd 
 
 From primeval age to age — 
 
 Spotlessly kept has been its page. 
 
 That rain storm was meant to destroy 
 
 The unruly firstlings of the race ; 
 When its depredations were consumated 
 
 There was a prophecy given by grace, 
 Never, no never, to rain so long again 
 As to flood the earth into a main. 
 
 Jehovah worked a big miracle 
 
 To preserve his creation man 
 Before he opened the windows of Heaven 
 
 And the fountains of the deep that span 
 The habitations of the sons of God, 
 Those faithful sons that fear the chastening rod. 
 
 He instructed the dutiful Noah 
 
 To build himself and sons an ark 
 Which would withstand the devasting flood ; 
 
 And the man of God fervently did hark 
 Unto the Almighty who so righteously spoke 
 And who wouldn't stand for his ethics being broke. 
 
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Appalling was the catastrophe that duly came, 
 As foretold by the omniscient God; 
 
 And the only living man or beast 
 
 Was those who browsed near the sod 
 
 That the protected vessel contained 
 
 Whilst it interminably rained. 
 
 That lesson wasn't terrible enough 
 
 To be a warning and fingerpost, 
 Man required other cautions and admonishings 
 
 For his delinquency (no ghost) : 
 Fire and brimstone, miracle, etcetera — 
 The Christianization for the better. 
 
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FEBRUARY 29th 
 
 I said with my morning prayer 
 
 How do you do! 
 I'm so pleased to meet thee — 
 
 My confession's true. 
 
 Day formed from tailends 
 
 Of the passing years; 
 Ay, every fourth year 
 
 You for duty clears. 
 
 Day we greet with prayer as usual, 
 . No; we don't make any change; 
 We are stickers to etiquette. 
 
 Prayer and business keeps the maximum 
 range. 
 
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MY DIARY FOR 19— 
 
 Dear old leap year 19 — 
 
 Thou too soon will die; 
 
 Like the fallen leaves will lie 
 Neglected whilst 19 — delve. 
 
 Friendly notes, thee will soon be complete, 
 Will I let thee by neglect to die, 
 In some nook or cranny to mortify, 
 
 And aggressively 19 — meet? 
 
 Or, will I make my diary a handbook? 
 
 Whose text is scripture indeed. 
 
 Daily to lovingly read. 
 Read thy happenings true and fluke. 
 
 Class thee with my old bible ? 
 
 Daily to be tenderly read, 
 
 (Thoughtful thoughts of the year now dead) 
 Ponder whilst traveling 19 — , oh no, not idle. 
 
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SANTY, DOES HE HIDE? 
 
 Christmastide is sweetly illustrated 
 
 Plus and minus old Santa Claus; 
 He improves the beauteous scene — 
 
 Sleigh and reindeers in a cause 
 Of jubilation to children small, 
 Who confidentially write him at the Heavenly 
 hall. 
 
 Santy, toy ladened Santy, does he hide ? 
 
 Where his supple steeds career? 
 Wish he would leave his address 
 
 For the chubby, anxious children here ; 
 Who annually try to catch him 
 With letter to the Heavenly rim. 
 
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WHICH IS BEST? 
 
 Which is the best at the end of the journey 
 ,The mussy sinner or christian hoary? 
 
 Which can testify with gladness and joy 
 That their life w*as a dream and a story? 
 
 Sinner or Christian which holds the Bay 
 
 At "finis" of lifes drama? 
 For my part I believe its the Christian? don't you? 
 
 And not the Criminal or Dram-Ma. 
 
 Sin is sweet for a withering while, 
 But the Christians life is sweeter still ; 
 
 Disease and sudden death is not a bate 
 To decoy the Christ-Child to quill. 
 
 Which is the best at the end of the journey 
 The boisterous Sinner or Christian mild ? 
 
 Why, emphatically, the convert's is the better life — 
 Graphically portray the meek, not wild. 
 
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GENERAL BOOTH 
 
 General Booth I heard preach 
 With mighty reach, 
 Near a lough's beach 
 
 In old Ireland, a British Isle. 
 He was a popular divine! 
 No established church shrine 
 Had larger congregation — thine 
 
 An inconoclast's worth while. 
 
 Last night, in goodly leasure, 
 I had a Sunday's pleasure 
 Attending divine service of a measure 
 
 'Gainst which I cannot speak: 
 'Twas a branch of thy army 
 In service so charmy 
 That, I could listen for a week. 
 
 The young soldier component, 
 An auxiliary — cogent — 
 Maty with churches somnolent 
 
 Of the Mighty Protestant Faith, 
 Thrilled hymns to popular melody: 
 En passant sang they to me 
 In this Harum Scarum see 
 
 Of divine breath. 
 
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String instrument for the hand, 
 Tho' they are a vocal command, 
 Duet of banjo isn't canned 
 
 On the street corner. 
 Accomplishments are acknowledged so: 
 Sister, please let her go! 
 Commences a melody low. 
 
 Far, far from Jack Horner. 
 
 Now, that old general is eld, 
 The good general I beheld 
 With a city felled 
 
 At his feet. 
 May he live long with his command, 
 That happy, joyous band. 
 Until the happy land 
 
 As his Aegis Greet. 
 
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LAMENT THE GENERAL (GENERAL 
 BOOTH) 
 
 The general Is dead. 
 
 Long live the general ! 
 So his congregation said 
 As the death mask pall. 
 Lament you soldiers, lament for your leader, 
 Lo, his Saviour desired his presence above; 
 His great work is finished, his earthly v^^ork done. 
 
 How he sleeps his long sleep of 'ndying love. 
 England, America, the wide, wide world 
 
 Has lost a sympathizer, a man of their heart: 
 A man that saw a Christian' duty 
 
 And steadfastly clung when troubles would part. 
 Nothing could faize him, no work to hard. 
 
 No toil to difficult for this wondrous man ; 
 God ever strengthened him and the comforter sent — 
 The heathenish countries better converted by his 
 plan. 
 
 Many Christians, toiling Christians in heathen land 
 Bless the general tho' their trials likens the 
 inquisition of old; 
 They know that God befriends them, stands ready 
 to receive their spirit 
 When the bid farewell to their paternal fraternal 
 fold. 
 The general was sympathetic, love personfied, ador- 
 ing! 
 Why not imitate this Inimitably Christian leader 
 Who gave so much time, patience, health, wealth 
 
 To forward them In Christ and a bible reader? 
 General Booth Is dead. 'TIs the cabled message I 
 ween! 
 
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England, America and the whole wide, wide world 
 Dons the crape on arm, strong temperate arm 
 That would have battled for his life with death 
 and elements that curl'd 
 
 The general is dead, but his great work lives, 
 
 Lives to be forwarded, developed nourished; 
 Lives to be so constructed, so adapted that the needs 
 of the times 
 Will find the Salvation Army adaptable even to 
 moorished 
 Countries where intemperance, infidelity, white slav- 
 ery reigns 
 To the shame of the Christian corps at home and 
 abroad. 
 A shame that our beloved general would have giving 
 Years of his life to change the current and 
 tendency of their rod. 
 May we meet on that shore where we've God's 
 promise to meet; 
 May our fellowship and song magnify our God; 
 May His sweet benevolent work-spirit inseperately 
 remain 
 With His children, His flock of this terrestial 
 sod. 
 
 The general is dead. 
 
 Long live the general! 
 So the wide world plead, 
 
 Ay, with dual prayers God enthral. 
 
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THE LAST INTIMIDATIONS 
 
 Refuse<l, spurned and rejected 
 
 By sinners all; , 
 
 Grossly affronted the spirit — 
 
 Still the beck and call, 
 Until grayhairs, or an accident remind 
 That the Godhead has been left behind. 
 
 Then, the Superhuman Endeavor 
 
 To do and dare; 
 Then, the heartrending plaint 
 
 I'm stark and bare! 
 Must I meet the annointed one so? 
 Must I now thro' the Pearly Gates go ? 
 
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THE BIBLE DICTIONARY 
 Quatrain 
 
 Biblical characters alphabetically aligned, 
 A newness, a mellowness, indeed ! 
 
 I love the Bible Dictionary, an Aegis tined 
 To withstand Simoniacal greed. 
 
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A SONNET FOR THE WEEK 
 
 On Sunday imitate your affectionate mother 
 
 In obedience of the Biblical Decolog; 
 On Monday mimic the Beatitudes and other 
 
 Truths necessary to navigate the blest fog; 
 On Tuesday a friends holy example is good 
 
 To an excellent account in the Heavenly log; 
 On Wednesday the teachings of your parson isn't 
 
 bad 
 They are exercepts from the life whose blood 
 
 Inimitably pays for thy redemption — its no fad. 
 And, on Thursday, I know you would 
 
 Not backslide to Satan's path? 
 
 Friday and olden time Sabbath thou hath 
 
 To the teachings of our One and only Lord — 
 Oh, what an opportunity by imitating the Holy 
 Word. 
 
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THE FLORAL DAISY 
 
 Sonnet 
 
 On the Sabbath I keenly felt 
 The wide, many colored belt 
 Of wild daisies — A flower to pelt 
 
 Childhood's wild, romantic days; 
 And to pelt manhood's it is meet, 
 
 And measures up in many ways 
 To the native botanical flora. 
 
 Oh daisy, so small, we greet 
 Thee a thing only to be possessed for a night 
 If plucked from thy bed by Dora: 
 
 Water may preserve thy life 
 For a short withering fight ; 
 
 Thou only decoration in vase of strife — 
 Living a day — dying in a night. 
 
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THE BLESSED TRINITY 
 
 Sonnet 
 
 The preach today Christ Crucified, 
 Our sins forgiven — our advocate died 
 
 On Cavalry to that happy end. 
 Thanks to the Almighty have been cried 
 In past years; and at the present time 
 
 Prayers and laudations ascend 
 To the Heavenly land sublime. 
 
 Earths peoples rejoice w^ith the profundity 
 
 And righteousness of the Father's pity; 
 
 All kingdoms and their galaxy of city 
 Are persuaded that the Trinity alone is mighty 
 
 And endeavor to keep the Commandments Holy; 
 They v^^orshlp and believe alone in the Blessed 
 Trinity — 
 
 Walking In the divine light wholly. 
 
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HEAVEN 
 Sonnet 
 
 The earthly cities enamour and enthuse you 
 Away, far away from the expected Heaven we 
 love ; 
 
 In their gaities, fickleness we loose you, 
 Honored and everlasting Haven above. 
 
 Heaven, the new Jerusalem, where the Crucified 
 
 Is omnipotent and lovingly undenied. 
 As when He manifested himself on earth 
 Testify the glory and life, even in death. 
 
 Of Heaven. Oh Heaven, looming ever brighter in 
 the offing nigh 
 Our promised land, our cherished expectation. 
 ' Oh Lord, thy divine ways and purification 
 
 Breathe, yea, wreathe a chaplet on all those who will 
 or can 
 
 Be confirmed to the blessed truths which fan 
 
 The darkest nooks of earth, the Trinity's plan. 
 
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GOOD ADVICE 
 Sonnet 
 
 Be religious, for for rain 
 
 You've ardently to pray 
 
 Night and day, 
 
 In every possible vs^ay. 
 Or, your w^ork is slain — 
 
 Killed with want of prayer 
 And want of thought 
 
 For the (Droughty) morrow bare. 
 
 Co-operation with your God 
 Will never bring to nought 
 
 Your endeavor ; and the chastening rod, 
 Promised at the Resurrection, 
 Will not be j^ours for correction — 
 
 So be religious, praying nightly ere you nod. 
 
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WISH WE COULD SAY 
 
 Sonnet 
 
 Wish we could say: Let there be light, 
 Let our unfavorable, dark night 
 
 Be cut in twain, 
 Sun to rule its day, moon to rule its night, 
 The greater and lesser to fight 
 The Black Pall, which blinds our sight 
 
 In our everyday lane. 
 
 Wish we could say: Lord take us above. 
 Carry us to thy everlasting love, 
 
 Cut us from our lane ; 
 Then, the Heavenly sun alone would prove 
 A boon in the eternal grove. 
 Where Angels coo as turtledove 
 
 To the Savior slain. 
 
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PRAYER TELEGRAPHIC 
 
 Sonnet 
 
 Mechanically we plod throughout the Sabbath day 
 
 Telegraphing oft, we can truthfully say, 
 
 A prayer to Heaven and the spotless one so far away 
 
 For a clearer conscience to better scan 
 
 The liberal arraignment of mortal man 
 To work out his own salvation. 
 
 We read and chant sacred books to a finish — 
 
 Rapidly the daylight does diminish 
 Until artificial lights, whose station 
 Is in and around our habitation, 
 
 Take office, instead of the Diurnal Orb; 
 
 Then our spirit we bridle and curb 
 Reading the family bible with anticipation — 
 Verily the bible is truths consummation. 
 
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JEALOUSY 
 
 Sonnet 
 
 Jealousy, behold we find it developed in man, 
 
 Almost the first created man indeed ! 
 Know ye not that Cain did jealously plan 
 And that the sanctified bleed 
 Cried unto its God — now blest Trinity ? 
 Who summarily questioned on the hypothesis 
 , And punished accordingly his affinity. 
 See what the first treacherous, jealous man 
 Suffered by his dark deed when blood ran. 
 Ran accusingly on this terrestial abyss. 
 This young earth donated to Adam 
 For himself and fair Madam 
 And their seed from generation to generation. 
 Ay, until the un jealous receive Heavenly station. 
 
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GOD HEARETH NOT SINNERS 
 John 9-31 
 
 Sonnet 
 
 Sinners, ah sinners, repent today, 
 
 God cannot hear thee while in thy sin; 
 
 God will reward thee! Do pray. 
 
 He will hear and give in ; 
 
 Minister to thy salvation and glory. 
 Sing, oh sing, the psalmist's lay, 
 
 It foretold the old, old story: 
 
 Christ redeems us to his glory. 
 
 Sinner, repent! Call on thy God, 
 He can hear thee when you pray. 
 
 Awaken I Thy charred spirit prod 
 To temperance, holiness of the holy clay. 
 
 God can't hear when thee connive and nod 
 To Bacchus — Redeeming a foreign God. 
 
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DISASTER AND HELP 
 
 Sonnet 
 
 Many, many to the Savior crept 
 
 As anon they promiscuously wept 
 
 Their telegraphic message of woe 
 
 To the democracy of the republic to flow, 
 
 To help, with humanitarian kindness, all 
 
 Suffering the travail of their sudden call; 
 
 Suffering the premature crossing of the styx. 
 Blessed suffering ere entry into the ultrapacifist 
 hall. 
 
 Lord thy peace lovingly aflSx. 
 On all those who thought nothing too much 
 
 To donate, in services, to thee. 
 Pity, protect, for none such 
 
 Here is the power of the divinity — 
 Everlasting, supreme Trinity. 
 
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IT PASSETH UNDERSTANDING 
 
 Sonnet 
 
 Tempestuous swirl, unconstitutional, I ween! 
 
 But, hold, I'm not omniscent! 
 I cannot understand the m5^sterous spleen 
 
 Of the Triune, anon, anent! 
 But, hold, again I say 'tis unconstitutional; 
 
 With endangering powers they are pent, 
 And to mortal very prosecutional. 
 
 Just think, times between their visit is only lent. 
 Harvest time of the woodland 
 
 Rolls methodically, periodically around ; 
 And, of course, to flood land 
 
 Is very healthy to the ground; 
 Good as the rotation of crops — 
 Oh, no; I'm not omniscent, but unconstitutional the 
 tempestuous drops. 
 
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MY TESTAMENT 
 
 Sonnet 
 
 I have longed daily to peruse you, 
 To know more of Heaven above ; 
 
 I'm not biased or bigoted, but to abuse you 
 Is against my edicts of eternal love. 
 
 I cherish Thee in remembrance of one who died 
 
 And not Him alone, but the first Martyrs who 
 sighed 
 When stoned or imprisoned to their death 
 Proclaiming in proclamation, with their latest 
 breath, 
 
 That God was their redeemer and heaven was nigh. 
 Oh, glorious Heaven, celestial habitation. 
 To which they soared prematurely to neath 
 
 The cruel punishment of their f ellowman ; 
 
 Or so I read in the acts of the Apostals an 
 
 Other good books of you, my testament, the 
 Heavenly plan. 
 
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INDEPENDANCE DAY IN EL PASO 
 
 Sonnet 
 
 Say, El Paso's not irreligious for on Independence 
 
 day 
 The Salvation Army was singing in the good, new 
 
 way, 
 Singing favorite psalms and newer sacred song ; 
 Giving sound personal testimony, not too long ; 
 Annexed with prayer and benediction — 
 In the very, very choicest of diction. 
 Thank God, they are against the intemperate brute 
 
 and wrong. 
 There colors and standard was grounded hard 
 On pavement of the Cosmopolitan city, dear pard! 
 The "Last Stand", by preachment, was declared: 
 Sin would have to vamoose and stay away. 
 
 Guess the drumming tambourine by Satan was 
 heard ? 
 City was clean in joy (Christian) array — 
 Saint was sure celebrating Independence Day. 
 
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LINES TO THE SMALLEST BIBLE ON 
 EARTH 
 
 Sonnet 
 
 What ? Thou infallible classic now 
 
 Only material for amusement's row? 
 
 Out of an amusement depot thou came, 
 
 Perhaps not to be as indelible as thy name — 
 
 Thy parental tree, the generations of illustrious fame. 
 
 Manufactured thou wert beside trick mates 
 That glorify and bespeak the blackart — 
 So tender and appealing to youths mellow heart. 
 
 Specific to the amatory children's fates. 
 
 Disappointment turns their hates 
 To canker 'gainst thy fabricated part. 
 
 The whole facsimile of the Holy Bible, 
 
 Now a toy for the unscrupulus idle? 
 Glorious pacification of balm and smart. 
 
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READ THE BIBLE 
 
 Sonnet 
 
 Read the bible, 'tis good advise, 
 For it tells of the way to Paradise; 
 Tells of the Savior w^ho died for men — 
 Read, oh read, of it in the Good Book v^^hen 
 
 Sunrise and sunset wax and wane 
 And at offtimes when opportunity says amen. 
 'Tis also obeying the Commandments Ten 
 
 To let your soul wend this revelations lane. 
 Read the oracles and obey the Biblical Laws; 
 Read from the Old and New Testament the Christ- 
 ians cause. 
 Make it your morning's morning before duty falls; 
 Your night's night before the chamber calls, 
 Calls thee to the silent watches, the celestial halls, 
 From where Christ protects the peaceful fighter and 
 His salvation balls. 
 
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WHO RULES? 
 Quatrain 
 
 Does Christ rule the world? 
 
 Christ the Savior of man; 
 Rule by proxy from the Heavenly Whirl, 
 
 Or, is it only the municipal plan? 
 
THE OLD CHURCH PEW 
 
 The old church pew, sweet mercy seat, 
 
 Is honeycomb of the Lord ; 
 There we sing our service meet. 
 
 Praying from the blest word; 
 There we listen to homilies, too, 
 
 Pondering the depths that be ; 
 There we herald the revival anew 
 
 And to the comforter bend the knee. 
 
 Sitting or standing, kneeling in prayer, 
 
 The Holy Ghost is truly there; 
 
 The Holy Ghost our hearts inspire 
 
 In the old church pew — our hearts desire. 
 
 The old church pew, dear mercy seat, 
 
 Where heavenly aspirations spring; 
 Where the Devil can have no beat 
 
 Because Angelic inspirations string. 
 No iniquity, no pestilence here can touch 
 
 The soul in sanctuary sweet ; 
 Christ's covenant "when two or three" is much, 
 
 Very much to the Christian meet. 
 
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SING 
 
 Sing as Christ sang 
 
 The songs divine; 
 Sing of his miracles, 
 
 Sing of the marriage Wine : 
 The Wedding feast of the law 
 Pure, holy, without flaw. 
 
 The Lord was there, 
 
 Oh, praise be to him ; 
 The Lord was there, 
 
 Oh, sing it with vim. 
 
 Sing of the Virgins Lamps so dim. 
 
 Their oil was gone; 
 Sing, for when they sought a new supply 
 
 The ceremony was on. 
 Be warned in time, dear friend. 
 Think of that unhappy end. 
 
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EASTER 
 
 The truth is here 
 For Christ is near, 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 Its just as bright 
 As when the cloudy light 
 Darkened Him to their sight, 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 Hallelujah this Easter Morn, 
 Christ is here, oh ye forlorn, 
 Come and sing unhappy one. 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 
 His armor it is good, 
 Be washed in His blood. 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 Sing this refrain with vim. 
 Sing it upon the rim 
 And be sanctified to Him, 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 
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THE SABBATH EVE 
 
 What jubilation to the Lord 
 
 Every Sabbath Eve? 
 All works are at rest, 
 
 No heart does grieve. 
 
 Its all the same throughout the world 
 
 No matter where you be; 
 One big, strenuous hallelujah 
 
 To the Almighty See. 
 
 What devotion and joy shown 
 
 The dear Savior; 
 All the first day of the week 
 
 Without a waverer. 
 
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BEHOLD YOUR KING 
 
 Behold your king, 
 
 Your subjects all; 
 See his majesty you ring, 
 
 Now on him call; 
 He'll your diseases cure, 
 And prepare you everlastingly to endure. 
 
 Behold your king! 
 
 See the crown of thorn; 
 What if it pierce and sting? 
 
 Lo we're to sorrow born. 
 What will thee now ask? 
 Get busy on the plebiscite task. 
 
 But the crowd with one voice 
 
 Say, crucify him! 
 It was their report, their choice, 
 
 To protect their rim — 
 The earthly mosque and home. 
 They saw, not the Heavenly Dome. 
 
 Behold your king. 
 
 Behold him on the cross 
 Where black sorrows bring 
 
 Victory! Not loss. 
 How many are grateful today 
 That the Nazarene went that way. 
 
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CHRIST EVERYWHERE 
 
 Blessed day with sun a-shlne, 
 Blessed day the world Is mine, 
 
 ''Christ is now here." 
 That sentence is very old — 
 I read it in books that mold, 
 
 Also, "Christ brings good cheer." 
 
 Blessed day with light divine, 
 Blessed day, O Lord, of thine, 
 
 I ken you are here. 
 Everywhere, you command this day to be kept 
 
 holy, 
 Everywhere, free from care and work wholly 
 
 For Christ brings good cheer. 
 
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SING THE SACRED SONGS 
 
 Sing the sacred songs, laud the God Almighty, 
 
 Laud the minister, too; 
 Your heart longs, your heart's flighty, 
 
 As the minister's true blue; 
 Stop the depredation by sweet aspiration 
 
 And cling as your minister, do ! 
 
 Hear the organ softly peel 
 Cadence of holy laudation; 
 
 Can't you the Holy Spirit feel 
 Prompting you to inspiration ? 
 
 Melody is hypnotic, prayers are the same, 
 
 And the minister sweet supplication; 
 Your heart is erotic, your heart is tame, 
 Yet joyous in dedication 
 At the service to the Lord; hark the Angels lisp 
 the word 
 In the sermon's edification. 
 
 Hear the organ softly peel 
 Cadence of holy laudation; 
 
 Can't you as sweetly peel. 
 
 Promptly ditto the aspiration? 
 
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SUNDAY 
 
 Sunday, day of rest 
 
 By God given ; 
 Sunday, day of the best 
 
 Hallowed by Heaven. 
 Day of gladness, day of joy; 
 Day that contains no alloy. 
 
 Sunday and Sunday-like holidays 
 
 Days of holy rest; 
 Days of supplication. Say, 
 
 Would you part w^ith the best? 
 Would you give back the present of God? 
 Given weekly to sprout as Jesse's rod. 
 
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HALLELUJAH 
 
 Choruses rent the air, 
 Sermons everywhere, 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 Salvation Army flag a-flying, 
 Old Glory hoisted and lying 
 'Gainst the staff whose trying 
 
 To say, Hallejah! 
 
 Hallelujah to the preacher, 
 To the Christian teacher. 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 
 To the vocal sister 
 And to the vocal mister, 
 To those congregated, I say: List, er. 
 
 To God's hallelujah. 
 
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WORKS 
 
 Works is the all in all 
 
 That builds the temple above; 
 That fells the hindering wall 
 
 To eons and eons of love ; 
 To God's eternal glory; 
 To God's mystery hoary. 
 
 Prayer works the mystery 
 To man's works on earth, 
 
 Destroying the vain iniquity — 
 Destroying it in its birth. 
 
 Works is saving a sinners soul 
 
 From its earthly Devil ; 
 Casting away the fetters whole 
 
 By power of prayer over evil; 
 Knocking the stumblingblock away 
 From the paths where sinners stray. 
 
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SING 
 
 Sing thru the days of the week 
 
 With spirited tongue; 
 Sing and the good Lord seek, 
 
 Oh, favored one. 
 Sing, sing, all the time ; 
 The Savior's name to meter rhyme. 
 
 Sing melody into your heart 
 
 By singing sacred song; 
 Sing ready song with the choir's art 
 
 All week along. 
 Sing when malignant danger you meet ; 
 Singing your Savior greet. 
 
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CHRISTIAN REJOICE 
 
 Christian, rejoice for thy Church 
 
 The Savior of men here; 
 Man's principle is wayward, it does lurch 
 
 From the pivotal road so dear. 
 Have the joy of the Disciples who obeyed. 
 Obeyed Christ when He his new doctrine displayed. 
 
 Christian, joy in thy missionary duty, 
 
 Thy work which Christ laid done ; 
 Know that when he sent men to preach purity's 
 beauty, 
 
 Beauty of character and home, he meant everyone, 
 Everyone of this metropolitan see. 
 Joy in thy work-relation Heavenly. 
 
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WHY HEAR YE HIM? 
 
 Why hear Ye the redeemer, 
 
 Or read His story wholly? 
 Why walk in peace and plenty, 
 
 Able in oblation holy? 
 Why be a christian at all ? 
 Why hear ye the Redeemer call ? 
 
 Chorus 
 Why hear, why hear the Savior's call, 
 
 Oh, ye the wayward lowly? 
 See thy wake is only debris, 
 
 Thee to perdition is drifting slowly. 
 
 Why hear ye Thy maker at all? 
 
 Your set is alright? 
 Does not your club fraternize? 
 
 Giving thee pleasures and not blight? 
 Thee like the woodland flowers blooming! 
 Why hear ye Him in the glooming? 
 
 Why hear ye the Savior mild, 
 Or protest the blighting wile? 
 
 Why have home and comfort. 
 Holiness, peace and smile? 
 
 Why sing the sacred song? 
 
 Why pray against all wrong? 
 
 Hear the Lord's testament again, 
 
 He will fulfill his vow; 
 Resolve to work for cleaner polity — 
 
 Protect e'en the brittle bough. 
 Radium is not half so healing — 
 Why hear or go to Him stealing? 
 
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THE CALL 
 
 Think mortal, thy Heavenly Father 
 
 Is calling today ; 
 Calling thee to Him and His glory. 
 
 Wilt thee obey? 
 Leave the derelict and prepare 
 Thy spirit for the eternal — somewhere. 
 
 Think mortal, who it is gives the call, 
 
 Thats calling thee alway; 
 'Tis the fairest of all that's fair 
 
 Dwelling in the fairest land — somewhere. 
 Will thee live temperate in things temporal ? 
 Leave the sinking wreck and walk the new 
 chapparal ? 
 
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BROTHER OBEY 
 
 Come let us evangelize brother, 
 
 Today! This blest day; 
 Call relation; call one another, 
 
 Today! This holy day. 
 Let us rejoice in the goodness of the Lord. 
 All ye earth obey the blest word. 
 
 Obey as brother to brother 
 
 The teachings of our Lord; 
 Obey as you would your mother 
 
 Who first taught thee the holy word. 
 
 Let us consumate our truant act, 
 
 Oh today! This sacred day; 
 Let us obey while the spirit beck, 
 
 Oh today! This holy day! 
 While there's opportunity to change your way 
 Hesitate not, oh brother, obey. 
 
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IS THERE BLISS? 
 
 Is there bliss without thee, 
 
 Bliss that's bliss in word and deed 
 Do we rejoice about Thee? 
 
 Is our joy only when we read 
 Thy miracles and works of pity 
 In that biblical metropolitan city? 
 
 Is there bliss anywhere 
 
 But the bliss of our Lord? 
 Is there joy but in temperance bare? 
 
 The temperance of the holy word. 
 Man's workable life is found in the acts, 
 Sacred Dogma and testifying tracts. 
 
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THE LORD BE WITH THEE 
 
 The Lord be with thee 
 
 And help thee to delve! 
 Pray Him not to flee 
 
 And to your battleaxe be the helve. 
 Jehovah always remembers his sons 
 Even if they sojourn w^ith the Huns. 
 
 The Lord be with thee! 
 
 Be thee with Him. 
 Heart and soul to Him flee. 
 
 He will enlighten, not dim 
 The soul that he dearly loves, 
 And ever to its protection moves. 
 
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OUR JUDGE 
 
 Our Judge Is up above 
 
 In the land of light and love, 
 
 In the celestial land! 
 We are finites here below 
 Toddling onward thru sin and woe 
 To the haven where all converts go 
 
 From this terrestial land. 
 
 Our Judge at last we'll meet 
 In the land where Angels greet, 
 
 In the celestial land. 
 We are finites in our stay, 
 But we will at last away, 
 Thru cloud and sky that's gray. 
 
 From this terrestial land. 
 
 Our Judge is up above 
 A Judge of light and love 
 
 Proffering the celestial land. 
 We are finites In our love 
 Waddling thru this sinful grove 
 Expecting the Infinite's love to dove- 
 Tail the terrestial land. 
 
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LORD HAVE MERCY 
 
 Lord have mercy, have mercy, O Lord, 
 For my indiscretion of thy day and w^ord; 
 Sightseeing, epicuring, going to the show, 
 Is why I petition thy mercy here below. 
 Foreign land stole thy preachings away, 
 Even darkness found me askew, astray. 
 
 Have mercy, O my Lord, 
 Teach me to obey thy word; 
 Even now thy disciple I'd be, 
 Direct me from thy Heavenly See. 
 
 Lord have mercy, have mercy, O Lord! 
 Thy unruly children has built a pleasant ford 
 Of temptation for Thy flock; 
 They can hardly resist the knock 
 Of gaity, so wondrously fair, 
 It makes me prisoner 'mongst the unrighteous 
 blare. 
 
 Lord have mercy, have mercy, O Lord! 
 
 All day the city drawed away thy protecting 
 
 sword ; 
 Made me patron of ungodly place 
 (On thy Sabbath) what disgrace? 
 Couldn't appreciate thy day of rest, 
 Must be carnal, bestial lest 
 
 Thou would have mercy, O my Lord, 
 And teach me to obey thy word; 
 That, even now, thy disciple I'd be, 
 Direct me from thy Heavenly see. Amen. 
 
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LORD OF BEAUTY 
 
 Lord of beauty, spirit of mind, 
 
 Spirit of works, and, oh, so kind 
 
 To the cripple, halt and blind 
 And the incureable leprous man 
 
 Saying ''unclean" while begging his bread; 
 
 Praying for strength and peace to his bed ; 
 
 Praying, perhaps, for things that were dead- 
 Ignorant of Jehovah's plan. 
 
 Chorus 
 Lord of beauty, peace and strength. 
 We pray Thee the breadth and length 
 Of the earth-round, mountainous sphere — 
 Scour of its poisons — give cheer! 
 Rule peacefully in the hearts of men. 
 Cleanse thy temple for its diadem. 
 
 Lord, loving man, meek king. 
 
 Once thy triumphant travels did bring 
 
 Peace and joy and song to ring; 
 
 Gratitude and sight to the blind. 
 To the dead — but they only slept — 
 Tho' companions for them sorely wept. 
 Bereaved their loss — but Thee the adept 
 
 Physician was kind. 
 
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Lord of beauty, hear the sweet prayers of the meek ; 
 Let us worship and thy everlasting glory seek. 
 Spirit of purity! Strengthen the weak — 
 
 Thy faithful followers here ! 
 Sons of God, united, pure, whole; 
 Every kindred welcomed to the fold ; 
 Welcomed to salvation's welcome goal — 
 
 To a Christians holy career. 
 
 Chorus 
 Singing ever of the Savior's strength; 
 Walking ever the narrow ways length ; 
 Worshipping their Savior on this sphere, 
 Strengthened by prayer and biblical cheer. 
 Living as Christ would have them live — men — 
 Upright, steadfast in equity of Church and secular 
 den. 
 
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DARKNESS 
 
 Come, ask your affronted spirit to quit 
 
 The commensurable darkness and rowdyism in 
 life; 
 
 Ask it, correspondently, to hurry and flit 
 
 The highways to the low-ways, not of strife. 
 
 Come, be a communicant of the Church 
 
 And quit that horsy, high-sounding lurch. 
 
 Chorus 
 Come out of the ways of darkness, leave the dead 
 
 life, 
 Don the holy envelope, disrobe the mantle of strife ; 
 Come, be honest, upright, a communicant, come! 
 Come, lavish peace and plenty is always rife ! 
 Honor and glory awaits you, quit the rowdyness 
 rum. 
 
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 Darkness is treacherous, slowly the paths you tread, 
 
 Leave the beggarly life's highways; 
 Speed on the new found streets of gold instead. 
 Oh, leave the quicksand, the rock all fear allays. 
 Come, besiege salvation, a Pacifist's peace win. 
 Courtly and glorious the ways free from sin. 
 
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 Come, demand that cowering spirit to dismiss, 
 Dismiss the endangering cantata of sin ; 
 
 Assemble, not dissemble, with those who daily kiss. 
 Chant's helps of righteousness sweet peace to win. 
 
 Bitter are the dregs of an uncultivated life, 
 
 Cultivate the Christian spirit in yourself and wife. 
 
 no 
 
4 
 Quit the ungodly darkness, foresake the slough for* 
 ever, 
 Sweetly sing in the choir of our Lord ; 
 Be renewed, by the parable of love, and sever 
 Unholy bonds forbidden by the holy word. 
 The bible and prayer-book and hymnal, too. 
 Are boon companions a bedraggled spirit to renew. 
 
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A PRAYER 
 
 Man of works divine 
 Capture this heart of mine; 
 Let it with radiance shine, 
 
 Son of God! 
 Mold it to thy gentle way 
 Whilst it nomadiclike stray, 
 In thy service, away 
 
 To the land of nod. 
 
 Man of pity divine 
 
 Pity from that heart of thine 
 
 When we sleep or when we dine 
 
 In the land of nod. ' 
 Let Thy blessing descend 
 On all mortal who lend 
 Ear and, this invocation send 
 
 To the Son of God. 
 
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BAPTISMAL SACRAMENT 
 
 Glad, oh, glad we are today 
 
 To partake and forsake 
 Sin's blighting, consuming ray. 
 
 Holy sacrament, ordained by him 
 
 Who was crucified and died 
 That sinners might their soul-light trim. 
 
 Blessed body and more blessed blood 
 
 Taken meekly and discreetly 
 In remembrance of him and his Cross of wood. 
 
 Sacred bread, holy, holy Wine! 
 
 Baptism we adore for evermore, 
 Indulging, blending our spirit with thine. Amen. 
 
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LINES WRITTEN AFTER READING 
 "DEATH TO PROHIBITION " 
 
 Wine fermented : To study thy anatomy 
 
 Is education to me; 
 But to intoxicate my system — 
 
 Oh, horrors! to damnation I flee. 
 
 ion: 
 
 ? 
 
 Man may have improved his lot 
 By application of thy distillatic 
 
 But, my heavens, to be a drunkard 
 Is to be an alien to the nation. 
 
 The commonv^^ealths of the world 
 Lean to the temperate existence; 
 
 I'll follow and obey their mandates, 
 They lead to the least resistance. 
 
 Friction is mighty and hateful, indeed, 
 Think what a little grit can do ? 
 
 Spoils the journal — gee, I'm verbose! 
 Let me live my dry period, whew. 
 
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BROTHER 
 
 Brother, come let us play in the garden? 
 Steal stealthy away from our warden. 
 Yes, we'll go and pray amongst the flowers; 
 Spend, oh spend, such happy hours 
 As the wild butterfly and honey bee 
 Mimicking our prelate or D. D. 
 
 Chorus 
 Brother, please come to my bower? 
 Let us pray one little hour? 
 Let the wild bird and the flower 
 Teach us to our Savior cower. 
 Brother, please come, come away 
 Let us pray, sing and play. 
 
 Brother, come along to the pungent sunshine ; 
 Seek the laurel where the songsters outshine 
 The silent trees of the garden clump — 
 Behold some broken to a stump. 
 Let us play while the garden we romp 
 Singing, brother mine, is not our only trump. 
 
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LACHRYMOSE 
 
 Sister, sweet sister, why do you cry? 
 
 Why make me sorry? Wish to die? 
 
 What is the error in your life today? 
 
 Have you forgotten to wind up a smile for me, pray ? 
 
 Sister, laugh and grow big, please, do! 
 
 Mama and I wants you too. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Why are you lachrymose ? Why sad ? 
 Why shed those tears ? Why not be glad ? 
 Everybody is smiling, and the sun is smiling too. 
 Nobody is sorry but you, you! 
 
 Sister, bright sister, I love you so, 
 
 And, dear Jesus, loves you as a beau. 
 
 Don't be tearful unto death; 
 
 Fetch not sighs, but take long, deep breath 
 
 It will keep thee happy and content 
 
 And you know its noughty to be discontent. 
 
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JOY 
 
 Rejoice with me, oh doUie mine, 
 
 Be converted ! Save that soul of thine. 
 
 Come be oneness with me — 
 
 There's salvation in serving the Trinity. 
 
 Love "Our Father" w^ho lives up in Heaven — 
 
 Here's kisses, dear dollie, seven. 
 
 Chorus 
 Joy, there's joy in the service of the Lord; 
 Joy, there's joy daily reading his word. 
 Memorizing the verses the Episcopalian sing; 
 Mute verse that Seraphiclike ring; 
 Voiced as the best rhymed verse of meter ; 
 Sung where Christian's work teeter. 
 
 Rejoice with me, oh dollie mine. 
 
 Heed me not when I affront the spirit of thine ; 
 
 I am vainglorious and so forgetful, 
 
 Wanton, heedless and so neglectful; 
 
 Liable to forget that I love thee 
 
 When I commune with the Godhead above thee. 
 
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SORRY 
 
 Sorry, oh, so sorry, my Savior dear, 
 For my waywardness and sin ; 
 Wipe away my dear mama's tear — 
 
 Take your little sinner in, 
 In those arms so gentle and strong — 
 Redeem him from his naughtiness and wrong. 
 
 Chorus 
 Sorry, oh sorry, dear Savior, I am! 
 Sorry, dear mama, I havn't been a lamb. 
 Fve been barbarous to thee and God, 
 I deserve thine and his chastening rod. 
 Have mercy, oh, mother, mine ; 
 Compassion Savior, Savior divine. 
 
 Sorry, oh, so sorry, dear Savior, your lamb! 
 Spurn not his advances of penitence ; 
 Help him, oh help him, to sing a psalm. 
 
 Mother, oh mother, of such endearing credence. 
 Be his standard accompaniment to joy. 
 Dear Savior, oh mother, pity your boy. 
 
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REMINISCENCE 
 
 When I was about ten years old 
 
 Father, whose sleeping 'neath the mold, 
 
 Took me on tour of Tandragec's spinning mill 
 
 To behold the intricate machinery and still 
 
 My yearning, childish, unmechanical mind 
 
 About the mysterious machine and kind 
 
 That callow youth can't go near, 
 
 Instantaneous fright, keen fear 
 
 Possesses his enquiring brainy system. 
 
 See him cuddle closer, closer to 'em 
 
 (His escorts) whose guide and tutor him 
 
 Concerning the pousy, watery way, light or dim, 
 
 Until he arrives at the terminus beginning 
 
 And wondering deeply breathes the pure air ringing 
 
 With the telegraphic-telephonic wires. 
 
 The quick method of the business manager's desires. 
 
 He remembers the block of hackling pins, 
 
 Also machinery which skilfully spins 
 
 The Irish flax into precious yarn 
 
 To be woven into cambric or grooming rags for 
 
 barn. 
 In carding room I saw where mother worked 
 And stable where father never shirked. 
 Brother's lathe was stopped, ay, very dumb 
 But his "turnings" in revolutionary hum 
 Hum on dear sister's spreading frame. 
 Which she fired to be a laundry dame. 
 The sodden yarn, in the hot spinning room, 
 Cagged, ready to be hoisted to glassy dome 
 Where elder sister reeled and reeled 
 The live long day, religiously steeled 
 
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('Twas piecework) to have a pay next Saturday 
 Plus the payment before so gay. 
 Holidays, welcome holidays, arrive periodically 
 And L. S. D. is their monetary crown, by gee ! 
 Saw the hanging hanks in drying loft so warm, 
 There, silence reigned without loss or harm. 
 Once father toiled and sweat at job like this. 
 Alas, it turned out to be uninteresting bliss: 
 Thought of his cherished family's position 
 And what would be their future condition. 
 So solicited change from factory to mill — 
 Laurelvale was transformed into Tandragee's hill. 
 Lundy the traitor is burned there every year; 
 Damaged nationalises there tread the streets in fear. 
 King William the third's memory lives; 
 As does the star chamber and Gyves, 
 The inquisitional paraphernalia of those nationalist's 
 
 sires 
 (Primeval Christendom's iron bound tyres) 
 Away, away back many, many troublous years — 
 In 1690 the prince of orange ended protestant's 
 
 tears ; 
 Gave them of his cup to fervently drink; 
 Bibles, dogmatic literature, peace, pen and ink 
 To endite their polity for their new nation — 
 Oh, blessedness beyond condemnation. 
 Wonderingly amongst their Christian inventions I 
 
 stood ; 
 Amazed ! But yet I hardly understood 
 The alpowerfulness so varied and intricated 
 From tow card to yarn desiccated. 
 
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MY SOJOURN IN A HOSPITAL, 
 MINDANAO, P. I. 
 
 Scene. 
 The scene where this story is laid 
 Is in a hospital of Mindanao's Glade. 
 
 Time. 
 Sultry Summer of turbulent 1906 
 When Moro's executed very much live tricks. 
 
 Prologue. 
 I w^as sick, but not very sick. 
 Had a swollen eye from sting of tick, 
 Or Lizard which abound in barracks 
 Continually a-dropping from rafters to backs 
 Of those soldier guardians' of the territory, 
 Where I endeavor to lay this story. 
 
 Stanza "A" to "Z." 
 The hue and cry of victory has swelled 
 Reaching up provisionals welled 
 In our beauteous and best of posts 
 Awaiting the call for re-inforcing hosts. 
 The battle of Bud Dajo was a victory! 
 Again the Archipelago of Jolo was free, 
 Free from piracy and willing foemen. 
 America's defenders harbored no den 
 Of thieves and cutthroats; no clique 
 Of Mohammedan was in power to tick 
 The death watch of an American son. 
 Their wings was clipped every one. 
 Camp Overton's routine hardly received a shock 
 Troopers went a-diving from the pile-driver and 
 
 dock. 
 How magnificent this selfsame dock? 
 
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What a vista from sound of hospital clock? 
 
 Post hospital on first series of hills 
 
 That stilts chic lake Lano's chills, 
 
 A long flight of several terraced steps, 
 
 Or a serpentine road to its labyrinth depths. 
 
 Banana trees bearing bunches of fruit, 
 
 Edible to native, foreigner and brute ; 
 
 Plantain trees growing much the same 
 
 Over this sickman's cherished domain; 
 
 Also the erstwhile umbrella tree — 
 
 Better classified under the technical bee 
 
 Of "Chinaberry" — with flowers and berry, 
 
 A weakling as the luscious cherry 
 
 Where coacoanut, mongoes and hardy butternut 
 
 Abounds for the cooks gaping pot. 
 
 I used to wander to the bestraddling porch 
 
 Gowned in kimono not of Heaven's terrestial church. 
 
 No; a hospital is a different establishment 
 
 Than the standard edifice devoted to Christianity's 
 
 balm and lint. 
 No surplice did our Episcopalian chaplain sport- — 
 Indeed he held song service in Thespean court. 
 I would, to try my strength and skill, 
 Manipulate the manumotor chair and fill 
 The porch with elastic laughter and wit 
 By my "comings and goings" to and fro, 
 Eye doped with bandage of liniment dough. 
 My converse to some of the incacerated men 
 Would be of the Philipplne's disease ridden den. 
 A schoolmaster would edify us all 
 With an account of his habitation in a fiery call, 
 A conflagration of the simply constructed nepa hut. 
 And, Oh my, the near shave he had from death and 
 
 cut: 
 
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His gallant rescue of his trunk and books 
 
 While the infidels gazed on weathering frightened 
 
 looks. 
 Moro Gentry are uniformed with tightfitting 
 
 Breechcloth 
 And Sarong of negro-beauty-prints and moth. 
 A Bizarre appearance to an American pedagogue 
 Struggling to overcome fired Nepa on frame of log. 
 Other patients were cavalrymen and civilians per- 
 haps for the grave; 
 One soldier wearing a perforation for which I didn't 
 
 crave : 
 Used to watch the ward steward and medico 
 Probe for a compress of a yard or so; 
 Medicate a new one, and for a minute 
 Would be passing, passing that rag in it. 
 A Chinese had his lower extremities diseased — 
 He was secularly interesting before he was eased. 
 Told me in rigmarole that he caught the itch travel- 
 ing streams. 
 Didn't fancy the malady even in my dreams. 
 The various organizations would alphabetically come 
 To have their fingerprints registered — dumb 
 And concrete evidence for the unspayed futurity: 
 For instance: if shadowing crimes should proven be 
 'Gainst one of the well paid personnel of the cavalry, 
 Soldering at home or in lands across the sea — 
 Desertion, fraudulent enlistment in age or name, 
 Those recorded phrophylactics would scream and 
 
 frame 
 The advocate for conviction. Presto, convicted 
 
 felon. 
 Prisoners arraigned to courtmartial are whilom, 
 Ay, "guilty" until duly proven otherwise 
 
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And in custody of "the officer of the day" lies. 
 No bail can keep them out of the guardhouse prison, 
 Tho' "rank" would be a factor as a prism 
 In classification of the elemental, primary ray 
 That encompasseth us roundabout throughout our 
 
 day. 
 Interesting and klaedoscopic it was to (painfully) 
 
 watch 
 The work of the hospital corps — ^A well drilled 
 
 batch — 
 As to behold the local firmament darkened 
 By Myriad flocks of flitting Vampire barkened 
 To the many watches of Luna's (to them) magnetic 
 
 night; 
 Or the pest of grasshoppers swarming tight 
 Eating and browsing on tropical trees and lichen, 
 Garden truck, fruits, and flowers pitching 
 Their beauty and fragrance into the atmosphere, 
 The same shocked by one mighty hum and jeer. 
 Grasshoppers are very courageous in their flit, 
 Will brush you, bump you, and headon hit 
 Pedestrians square in the visage's orb. Lo, 
 The reservation is covered for a mile high or so, 
 Can bearly scan the good, florid, friendly sun 
 Setting where the bay waters tide, boom and run. 
 The ward superintendent, each and every morn. 
 Would punctiliously visit us after the chores borne, 
 Those necessary duties to bed and toilet. 
 Though the same the simplest as a peeping violet 
 Growing in cultivated bed, so comfy, no nice. 
 The aforesaid flowerbed a dial of clock whose price 
 Uncatalogued 'mongst the mammoth ads of mer- 
 chandise. 
 Jeweler and merchant businesslike boosts entice 
 
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Customers to purchase "in holiday rush" his wares 
 To his self-aggrandizement and civic stares. 
 He was camaraderie and pity merger in one! 
 Would do his level best to raise the sun 
 Of the deadened surroundings with lively joke 
 Culled from Judge or Life ; and surreptiously poke 
 Comicality in prose or pictures from the latest paper, 
 Which would be a month old, by japer! 
 Transports are a slow mail distributers, I ween, 
 Nothing is fast except the metropolis' green. 
 Manila, a coral gem of the Philippine groupe. 
 Browse, oh Browse Americano on the tropical poop ; 
 Browse midship and stern 'tis thy own floral east 
 Rapidly transforming to an argosy-Amjerican, 
 
 Leased 
 By right of conquest and victory galore — 
 Two wars baptise thy palmy shore. 
 I was a unite in the defense of thee ! 
 Now in sorrow I gazed across the requiting sea 
 At the Pacificist's civilization and happiness. 
 Yea, from depths of this treacherous territorial 
 
 abyss. 
 The isolation tents was a repellent camp ! 
 What dreaded plague was rampant and clamp 
 Some soldiery Individual far, far from home 
 Where sweet parents waited In vain to welcome? 
 I would gaze across and become goosed — intimi- 
 dated, 
 Lest I was for that foreign encampment slated. 
 Slated that ward with isolation like the Island 
 
 Moloka,. Indeed, 
 There leprosy buries its dreaded, malignant seed. 
 Shamming physical unity I'd confidantly assert to 
 the chief 
 
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That I would like to go for duty! Unfeigned grief, 
 
 And take a plunge to Iligan without an eyesore. 
 
 Silent and deadly, would grip me the while, 
 
 Ay, heartsick I'd be tender as a child. 
 
 Daily I could see Datus with their wives and 
 
 Hombres 
 Traveling, traveling to Iligan beneath the shade 
 
 trees. 
 Daily I could hear the bells of the campanied pony, 
 Also "Sigue" of post guard to trespassing phony 
 Who hates the alien master born in the continent 
 
 new, 
 Now trespassing, ay, monopolizing his county, 
 
 whew! 
 Perhaps a pony would balk, or rambumptiously 
 
 run away; 
 A native chicken fight — prize cocks sans bolo and 
 
 cockpit's gray; 
 A race for "Aqua" to be hurriedly bolted — drank 
 From dipper — an improvised elephant ear, coconut 
 
 shell — at tank; 
 A bargaining in Spanish for a native mat, 
 Or marketable rooster of good tropical fat. 
 A baseball game I'd look down upon periodically, 
 A nine — fans from the diving torpedo boats verily. 
 Squadron was deployed in Kriegspiel to Malabang. 
 Surgeon returned me for duty ere the bitter fang, 
 Country of the Moro, was flanked and traversed. 
 'Twas a lasting joy to me, a trooper well versed 
 In the multitudinous strategic duties of cavalry. 
 To be quartered once again by the big rolling sea; 
 To be amongst, aye, to be one of the lusty and strong, 
 Those disciplined huskies of tragic story and song; 
 To be able to visit the deep blooming seashore 
 
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NIAGARA 
 
 Falls and cascades I've seen 
 By the dozen "big and little," 
 
 But thou hast the plum, oh scene, 
 Scenic big and tittle. 
 
 'Twas as dark as dark could be the night I gazed 
 
 on thee; 
 Perhaps old Luna shed her light, but how the trees 
 
 of the park benight? 
 Benight — and Niagara's marvellous glee. 
 
 Galaxy lights of manufactory that surround you 
 attracted my attention as thy v^aters pound 
 you; 
 
 Icy mettle had thee in its grip ; cold wsls the prospect 
 for a dip — 
 Winter wsls exploited around you. 
 
 Cold v^as the night w^hen I pondered thy boom 
 
 v^^here thy running vs^aters thundered 
 Gracefully over the Angular precipice, and wrhere I 
 stood in the snovv^ the railing v^^as ice — 
 Thy guardian's thorn — so that I wondered. 
 
 Mechanically thy human guardians thee watched, 
 
 ever on the qui vive they despatched 
 Thy daily and nightly readings, and war-sentinels, 
 on sentry go, heard thy pleadings, 
 Pleadings at dejeuner matched. 
 
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Goat Island to me was so forbidding that to explore 
 
 it I'd only be kidding, 
 And Toronto made it a side issue (this valuable 
 
 gem) consequently Canada, I love thy diadem 
 For work-a-day week thou art so hidden. 
 
 I sought the assistance of the old commissionaire 
 
 whose friendly lights didn't flare 
 Enough enticement for me, a stranger, to stroll the 
 
 bypaths of the tiny island mountain, I fain 
 
 might roll. 
 Roll into the treacherous rapids there. 
 
 At least — a drenching. In the extreme — death. 
 
 How horrid to contemplate neath the "Lady 
 
 of the Midst's breath ? 
 This gentlemanly official was courteous, indeed, sold 
 
 me literature my purse to bleed — 
 Whose legend this spotlight of earth. 
 
 Receiving minute directions of the route I hied 
 myself to make the Canadians pout: 
 
 Paid a dime in toll to cross the International bridge, 
 which is lengthy; for the St. Lawrence is no 
 midge — 
 Pleasure and freighter ply about. 
 
 Was awakened from Niagara's noisy, hypnotic spell 
 by challenge of armed sentinel who finally said, 
 alls well! 
 
 Turning me over to the commander of the guard, 
 while cipher omens typed my brainbox hard. 
 For I dreaded the inquisition sometimes fell. 
 
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Passing my cardboard carte-blanche to an officer 
 of rank (mechanically a second sentry passed 
 to and fro on our flank) 
 
 I silently wondered how many pickets they had 
 distributed along this boundary as a fad 
 And protection from dynamiter crank? 
 
 He damanded my business in tone of conscription: 
 Where I was born; what I worked at I had to 
 give discription. 
 He glistened when he discovered that I once be- 
 longed to England and a discharged soldier out 
 of a command — 
 Returning home a secularist to restriction. 
 
 Begged me to call in again when I sent my postals 
 home. Gladded my heart with an invitation 
 to roam. 
 Every place in hilly Canada was closed so corres- 
 pondence on this trip couldn't be nosed — 
 Bitter communion on the auspicious occasion — 
 Anon Buncombe. 
 
 Returning, he suggested I'd better try the saloon, but 
 the idea seemed too preposterous so I left his 
 toon. 
 
 Repassing the working Tommy I honked "good- 
 night" tho' unfavorable his accoutrements for 
 fight, ^ 
 Decorating him like a scudding moon. 
 
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His officers den tanged me with cosiness until I did 
 admire office paraphernalia, maps, stove with 
 fire. 
 
 Bravely I adventured the park adjacent the famous 
 falls inwardly sorrowing at night's palls — 
 Blankety blank darkness and wintery ire. 
 
 I pondered the missing of a puUman's peep at the 
 scenic gorge, and, bless your heart, the daylight 
 fires of Niagara forge, 
 
 Also the alien state whose reciprocity we seek — 
 tariff is sweet even to the classy meek: 
 Peace, always peace the U. S. urge. 
 
 What a nuisance the engineer who runs his train 
 
 late? Tempting us to overstay where they 
 
 cant properly accommodate, 
 Where we don't want to register and be a resident; 
 
 where we're loosing more than we're gaining 
 
 and with sorrow pent, 
 Sorrow — not the clairvoyance dreamy sate. 
 
 Sorrow at our losses in business transaction; sorrow 
 at train's tardiness and night's election. 
 
 Night when unfamiliar sights is darker than the 
 darkest hour (shadows dont mark 'er) 
 And disparagement exploits its action. 
 
 Criminal was the railroads dilatoriness for artificially 
 
 lit was Niagara Abyss. 
 Niagara Falls" a lodestone to the sightseer and 
 
 current timetable disregarded — jeer — 
 Yet, no ; we the dove of peace kiss. 
 
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LINES TO BELFAST 
 
 What do I remember of Belfast? 
 
 Well, I'll tell you in fiery blast: 
 
 The city's avenue and street 
 
 Has loud and fervent beat 
 
 Of kettle and bass Drum, 
 
 Also instruments borne on the thum. 
 
 How well they pierce that local empyrean — 
 
 Oh, the music so beautiful augean. 
 
 Methinks, God blessed those minstrels 
 
 For luxuriously the cavehill city swells 
 
 In population and resident chic. 
 
 There, fife, flute and piccolo pick 
 
 The lover of the music grand. 
 
 Oh, Belfast is the best city of that land ! 
 
 Yes, par excellence and fairest in demand. 
 
 There, arches span and emblematically stand 
 
 A sabaothic monument of the day — 
 
 An anniversay's good fray. 
 
 There, civic sons grandly rejoice 
 
 With mighty drum and voice 
 
 In the field for the purpose, 
 
 In field where no rancor blows 
 
 To the various fraternizedations. 
 
 Yet those of green hallucinations 
 
 Pout, peeve and bemoan their lot. 
 
 Can't join in and celebrate, not plot 
 
 The overthrow of the years now past — 
 
 Good twelfths of July in Belfast. 
 
 Yea, regalia in multi-color 
 
 Decorate debonair persons fuller 
 
 For the auspicious occasion, 
 
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When the honorable Caucasian 
 
 Remembers past glory, immortal 
 
 In song and statue of portal. 
 
 William of orange, the beloved! 
 
 King William who successfully shoved 
 
 His victorious army across the Irish sea. 
 
 Clashed with King James and made him flee 
 
 To the French sanctuary an alien. 
 
 An alien of the highest honor and den 
 
 An exile from his mighty throne — 
 
 A throne of greatest fame and tone. 
 
 Now they lovingly congregate. 
 
 Mimicking the good victor's hate. 
 
 Oh, glorious, victorious, momentous day 
 
 That chased Catholicism away; 
 
 That has the drum beating 
 
 Though the weather be sleeting 
 
 Or broiling, sultry hot. 
 
 Popular musical selections roll 
 
 As the pegeant proudly stroll 
 
 In cadenced step; the Orangeman 
 
 Exalting his beloved country; an' 
 
 Exotic fauna and flora 
 
 Dazzling the radiance of fair Dora. 
 
 He hates to be a recluse, or need 
 
 Everlastingly the bible to read 
 
 For nought until the dark noon ; 
 
 Bibliomania he does croon 
 
 As he celebrates the glorious day 
 
 His forefathers loved, hurrah! 
 
 Hurrah — "finis coronotat opus." 
 
 The end crowns the work, plus 
 
 And minus the day is celebrated, 
 
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Decadent Fenianism buUily bullbated. 
 
 Striated as her sunset on Lough and Hills 
 
 Her buildings speaks of prosperity, not ills. 
 
 Her Town Hall, her Library, her College 
 
 Pave the brain of the stranger as maulage 
 
 Of shipcarpenter on transalantic Liner 
 
 That her municipality and streets are fine, none 
 
 finer ; 
 That her polity and commissioners is O. K., 
 Equitable as her landlocked quay 
 Where interisland commerce rolls on. 
 Ever on! the Orangemen's day it does scorn; 
 Or her shipyards, spinning mills, etcetera — 
 Hers is an industry found nowhere any better. 
 Ferries supply the want of Harbor Bridges; 
 Heather blooms purpler on her ridges. 
 Orange Lily, Sweet William and Batchelors Button 
 Are sported by everybody but Paddy Dutton. 
 Paddy is for the Shamrock and Green and White; 
 His musical instrument, the Harp, for it he'll fight. 
 But remember string Instruments is not the all 
 
 in all — 
 Manufacturers of Wind Instruments has a thousand 
 
 at call. 
 Why stick to one ? Why not assimilate the variety ? 
 Celebrate as Orangeman and not as stay-at-home 
 
 Moriety? 
 Her Parks I just idolize for they are just splendid, 
 Flowerbeds bespeaks well of being carefully 
 
 attended ; 
 But, oh, if the open air Park flowers pass 
 What of her Botanical Gardens where exotics are 
 
 enmass ? 
 
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Oh, her window Potted plants are simply grand; 
 Her Hawthorn and Boxwood and Lough strand 
 Is gorgeous and satiates her population, 
 Who goes wild for progressiveness and decoration: 
 Cockade Hat, Apron, sash, musical drum — 
 What do I remerber? Well, cast up the foregoing 
 sum. 
 
 Yea, to be where tht Orange Lily 
 
 And sweet William bloom. 
 And think only of King Billy 
 
 To dispel the Blues' gloom 
 Which eats my heart away 
 And the Revelations bright ray. 
 
 Yes, to wear once again in buttonhole 
 The emblem of the Orangemen; 
 
 To know that truths so bold 
 
 Is the fundamental principle and plan 
 
 Of my brother born in the land 
 
 Of St. Patrick, the Presbyterian grand. 
 
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IRISH BONFIRES 
 
 In old Ireland the bonfire is chronic 
 
 In July and August of the year ; 
 Protestantism is blatantly resonic 
 
 In this kind of dangerous cheer. 
 
 Parnell, — Lundy and oft times a Papist 
 
 In effigy is burnt — 
 Don't while in parliament use a bigoted fist 
 
 Or you'll soon get the inherent 
 
 Piecemeal, fiery antidote for your disease : 
 Torches of turf, sauterated with parafine, 
 
 Will tinge, blazon on the city streets as fleas 
 Of hovel in city slum. 
 
 Erstwhile this pleasure and annual pastime 
 
 Is excellent in its way. 
 I've attended and celebrated to rhyme 
 
 Of fire and drum in city and o'er brae. 
 
 Bad deeds (done in hatred) 
 
 And bad valour (Amen) 
 Is remembered. Paid in full — freighted 
 
 Is the belligerency never slain. 
 
 Oh, old Ireland is an awful trouble 
 
 Worshipping an Italian Pope, 
 Who considers himself an infallible double 
 
 Of Christ our only hope. 
 
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Wants Home Rule this coming year, 
 Emerald Isle of harp flag green, 
 
 Who worships an Antichrist — jeer. 
 
 Ye protestants where Erin's shamrocks 
 gleam. 
 
 Set lighted match to bonfire, do, 
 
 'Tis a pleasure and pastime; 
 Let the world ken you are true 
 
 To thy forefathers blest chime. 
 
 Let your children be as thee 
 
 When the reach the years of maturity; 
 Let not thy characteristicness flee 
 
 With arbitration and local purity. 
 
 Fight the good fight once again 
 
 It will fructify and seed ; 
 Fight with prayer as for rain. 
 
 But remember fires you need 
 
 To strengthen and cultivate vim, 
 And, perhaps, the better valour 
 
 And Heavenly courage of him 
 Who died in blackness, not pallor. 
 
 A, good recognition, thrice blest, indeed! 
 
 God was always very near 
 The righteous Christian's act or deed. 
 
 Always ready, day dark or clear 
 
 To acknowledge thee his son ; 
 
 Wants thee to be an Angel, 
 When thy race is favorably run. 
 
 In the land we love so well. 
 
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Yea, have the bonfire lit, 
 
 Make it a guerdon true; 
 It will help thee when you are bit 
 
 By adversary's poisonous rue. 
 
 Lundy, thy trusted Episcopalian, 
 
 Turned and seceded from thy cause; 
 
 Didn't harken to thy wailing, 
 Left his orbit and laws. 
 
 Left his Church and flock to fold 
 
 The lost minions of Rome 
 Within Londonderry's walls; walls so bold. 
 
 So protestant, and palatial home 
 
 To followers of a royal king 
 
 That would nobly and courageously support 
 The rich, poor and hirling 
 
 With sword and Christian court. 
 
 Let your fires blaze in effigy 
 
 To the righteous Lord above. 
 He has wondrously favored Thee 
 
 Since Ireland's initial fire of love. 
 
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LINES TO THE STORY OF THE GREAT 
 FLOOD AND CYCLONE DISASTERS 
 
 By Thomas H. Russel, A. M., L. L. D. 
 
 The bible is such a little tome 
 
 Its published as tiny as postage stamp; 
 
 But hark to the above treatise 
 And gnash your teeth and stamp. 
 
 The Myriad subjects of biblical history 
 
 Is abridged to nothingness; 
 Perhaps, oh book, thou art the same ; 
 
 Tho' covering only a weeks abyss. 
 
 The creation is not lauded for population, 
 But its aftermath was progressiveness ; 
 
 Tribes developed where void reigned 
 With history of cruelty and bliss. 
 
 We would sometimes appreciate more detail 
 
 Of the antidiluvian period; 
 Our imagination leads us madly 
 
 To the grotesque and weird. 
 
 No ; the creation is not much on population, 
 
 Contrasts the flooded district; 
 Dear story, thy author treats his subject 
 
 Virtuously; tho' a glimpse of the waters 
 would make you sick. 
 
 Will generations in the great futurity 
 
 Have our longings and wish 
 The tome to be thrice as large, 
 
 Or as big as Jonah's fish ? 
 
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Woolly Nebraska's tornado wild, 
 
 Fair Ohio's deluge uncanny 
 Was history of the moment, 
 
 They which we didn't want any. 
 
 Real estate "In Ye Olden Tymes" 
 
 Was very much, terra firma ; 
 But Lord look at a metropolis today 
 
 And then at the ancient's wigwamy. 
 
 Skyscrapers, cantilever suspension bridges, 
 
 Spires and smokestacks as high 
 As the tower of contention — Babel, 
 
 Which all the earth's tribes reared to the sky. 
 
 What was the offense, oh Lord, 
 
 That Thou saw it good 
 To devastate and raze them to the ground — 
 
 Do we not enjoy the floral wood? 
 
 Do we not picnic and serve thee 
 
 In servility good and meet? 
 Blindly we accept Thy oracles, 
 
 Except when doubting Thomas' meet. 
 
 We love nature! Behold our parks 
 
 Where the children sport; 
 We love the ocean ! Look at Panama ; 
 
 Is the canal a hurt? 
 
 Our ships ply the quasi-deluge — 
 
 Why didst thou without warning send 
 
 Calamity to plague Omaha and Dayton, 
 Was it for us thee to better comprehend? 
 
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BEAUTIFUL PASSAIC FALLS 
 Introduction 
 
 All things are created to change: 
 
 Childhood grows to manful manhood; 
 
 Herbs grow from seed pollen to things of usefulness ; 
 
 Trees spring from the acorn to well developed 
 timber ; 
 
 Fishes from, the reared-in-the-laboratory, spawn 
 
 To edible anchovy table d'hote repast; 
 
 Chickens from the eggs in the incubator 
 
 To laying fowls — the blessing of housewife and 
 family ; 
 
 Fountains from the past plentiful rains — 
 
 The thoughtfulness of our deified Godhead; 
 
 The waters of our creeks and rivers the same won- 
 derful source! 
 
 Friendly hills retainers of our daily supply — 
 
 The marvellous supply of the Passaic River. 
 
 It having its source and estuary in the Appalachian 
 Range; 
 
 The mountains that beautifies the Atlantic coats's 
 profile, 
 
 The mountains whose watershed feed the Passaic 
 River 
 
 With its dizzling climax the box falls; 
 
 Falls that, by man's ingenuity, is a gigantic power 
 plant. 
 
 Man has excavated, dredged, dammed, constructed; 
 
 Using all thy summer waters to develop the neces- 
 sary electric current 
 
 To the nudity (water dress a-work) of the falls. 
 
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The S. U. M. proprietors has laid the axe to the 
 tree! 
 
 Now the diminutive gorge with elevation where 
 their plant has site 
 
 Is terraced with walks, and park of the escarped 
 variety. 
 
 Betwixt the adjacent buildings the floral gardening 
 is immense. 
 
 But, thank God, the S. U. M. cannot at all cycled 
 seasons 
 
 Use the bountiful supply of the glorious river, 
 
 Occasionally the wronged waterfalls has full play 
 
 And then resident and stranger wonders and photo- 
 graph. 
 
 Paterson, the silk city of New Jersey; 
 Paterson, where textile labors hold forth, 
 Hold sway fifty-two weeks of the year. 
 Visitors alight from autos and train. 
 From trolley and motorcycle's whirring noise 
 Glad that their goal is at hand ; 
 Glad to pick faults in thy street system; 
 In thy electrics glad, mellow rays. 
 Endeavoring to transform the city's warmth, 
 In elixir, to the cockles of their heart. 
 Trolleys grinding and passing is inspiration! 
 Transients have come from far and near 
 They want to be amused with things Paterson 
 Ere they gasp at the wonders of the Passaic Falls. 
 Stores are interesting and patterned to their spirit — 
 The spirit they are feeding to fruition. 
 Where ? But in manufacturing Paterson could they 
 see, 
 
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See the spirit of the tumbling waters ? 
 Majestic cascading of water nymph to freedom. 
 The hankering after the life of their sire — 
 Scion faithfully adhering. Grudgingly giving in 
 That progress from the ways of their father is for 
 
 the better. 
 Other metropolis may editorially endite, 
 Graphically protray, by means of the ubiquitous 
 
 newspaper, 
 The progressiveness of the modern spirit, 
 Loving spirit whose intentions are to rule democracy. 
 Democracy's institution is for progressive prepard- 
 
 ness. 
 Democracy is the democracy of our Lord Jesus 
 
 Christ. 
 The sweet, sympathetic democracy found in the 
 
 silk city 
 Where the limpid waters, dressed in lacy colors, 
 Joyously tumble in loud laughter to freedom. 
 Visitants enthusiastically surveys the rainbow scene — 
 Thundering cleft in the rugged clifts heart. 
 Signally sympathetic core of the whole grandeur. 
 Cardinally they lean agape on the sprayey bridge 
 To glimpse the laughing lips where the waters roll 
 
 away 
 After descending to depths of the Cauldron's love- 
 liness. 
 Behold the beautiful concordant water 
 Placid-like as it unhesitatingly takes the first leap 
 Ere it more rapidly rush to be garlanded in airey 
 
 beauty — 
 A dress fit for any queen ! 
 Behold the scintilating train of loveliness 
 
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Echoing joj^ous hurrah of the leaping waters 
 
 Whose life is everlasting, ay, unto aye! 
 
 Can the excursionist not now see the domes and 
 
 spires, 
 The smokestacks and green foliage of the street 
 
 trees 
 Whose companions are the abodes of the progressive 
 
 peoples ? 
 Peoples whose hearts and souls are clean — 
 Righteous unto the ways of the Almighty. 
 Who only err by ritual ignorance, 
 Abhorrent fear of departing from the paths of their 
 
 fathers. 
 Behold the monument to their fathers Sabaoth 
 
 glory, 
 Endying, supernal record for the coming generations. 
 Who can gaze on this monumental crown without 
 
 awe? 
 Without experiencing thrills of militant glory 
 That it stands for union and victory — 
 As the waters stand for generative power and force ? 
 What abysmal beauty in those bare, robbed walls? 
 What a pedestial for the laudation and glory. 
 Glory of the new Jerseyans' unselfinishness ? 
 Vainglory of those heroes immortality! 
 What an improved setting for the rapproachment 
 
 of those waters ? 
 Parks and bridges in grandeur galore ; 
 Residental wigwams strewed along its banks; 
 Bungalows thrusted from waters to clifts; 
 Manufactures and domiciles pulsating in ravines and 
 
 rifts 
 That intensify the hills which fringe the river. 
 
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Hills that are studded with evergreens — 
 
 The evergreen of the lonely pine. 
 
 Glimpse the garret mountains w^ith its observation 
 
 tower, 
 Also target range of the renowned state militia, 
 An asset of preparedness that speakes manfully for 
 
 the future. 
 See the dammed waters for wintery pastimes : 
 Skating, slaying and its kindred sports. 
 There youths of both sex war on each other fero- 
 ciously, 
 Yet in kindred rivalry and fraternal spirit. 
 Phalanx and detachments belching batteries of 
 
 snow — 
 Munitions manufactured on the spot. 
 Oh, snowballing satiates their savagery. 
 Enthuses and keeps their blues in bounds 
 As the adstriction of the now glacial district, 
 Iciled wonder 'mongst the cataract's magnificience. 
 Magnetizes the enthusiasm of the sightseer and 
 
 resident. 
 You can hear and see both auto and trolley — 
 Totowa and Singac are live burgs. 
 Little Falls, media between, surrendering the bay of 
 
 beauty — 
 Beautiful indeed the Passaic River labyrinth of 
 
 scenic glory 
 Perpetuated and ravashed by sweet floods of 
 
 romance. 
 Here sire and scion plight their troth ; 
 Here the future prodigy tastes of the wormwood 
 
 and the gall — 
 And the stature and beauty of Milady's figure 
 
 improves, 
 
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Rounds out to the starry loveliness of womanhood. 
 
 Charming, radiant are her scintilating eyes 
 
 Moved by the clandestine spirit and living waters; 
 
 Waters whose attractive glory in proverbial! 
 
 Superlative is its powers and force 
 
 Over the creature whom God loves, 
 
 Whom God sways as the reed on the rimpled warp 
 
 Finally pulling him into his haven of protection. 
 
 New Jersey, New Jersey has the waters fresh and 
 
 salt, 
 Has the Aquatic Calisthenics unfermented and malt, 
 Her population's in ecstacy — about industry and 
 
 pastimes they'd halt. 
 
 Her seaboard's one rousing, tremendous resort 
 Where her resident and transient can like fishes 
 
 sport — 
 Can holiday honorably to gain. Not dire hurt. 
 
 Every city's in elation about its sea or lake, 
 
 Every city can D. V. its appetite for old Neptune 
 
 slake — 
 Can be canoeist and lover, sea rover like Drake. 
 
 The Passaic River is favorably located to employees 
 
 of mill ; 
 The silk city is enthused and lovingly patronize this 
 
 quill, 
 Circumspectly they cover its area upward from the 
 
 S. U. M. fill. 
 
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Water nymphs scales are skimpet, bare arms and 
 floating hair, 
 
 Also colored rubber cap that makes the landlubbers 
 stare, 
 
 Silk stockings (perhaps) and frocks, but — they in- 
 variably like to be bare. 
 
 Street gamin in unconvention determines the high 
 
 dive 
 Bare precipice of the falls is where they connive, 
 Where they jump preceptlbly down, down to swim- 
 mers who the old sport revives. 
 
 Its the tiptop highest, higher than any of the several 
 
 swimming school 
 Where diving and splashing and swimming not in 
 
 ridicule. 
 Where the sex learn to swim — ^play in the living 
 
 waters like any tom fool. 
 
 Canoes and row boats in all colors of the prism 
 Row, paddle and sail to and fro and back again to 
 
 the chasm — 
 While passengers lull in cushions and dream of 
 
 things ism. 
 
 Park trees border, confine the limpid waters to their 
 
 course. 
 What a boundary? Rustic, primative and full of 
 
 cultivated force. 
 Full of poeticalness, and prosy as auto or horse. 
 
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Lo the motor canoe is a pleasure full of sunshine — 
 Patefamalias and his all can better picnic and dine, 
 Ruminate on the river island, beauty, bridges and 
 sunset supine. 
 
 Ice cream and soda vendors caters to their patron, 
 High life in glorious simplicity to mayor or academy 
 
 don. 
 To factory employee who can brouse on Cracker 
 
 Jack or Scone. 
 
 Oh, milady of lace, parasol and what not 
 Enjoys the running, icy waters in tree shadowed spot 
 Reading magazines or chattering agape like peram- 
 bulator tot. 
 
 New Jersey, New Jersey has the waters fresh and 
 
 salt, 
 Has the Aquatic Calisthenics unfermented and malt, 
 Her population's in ecstacy — ^About industry and 
 
 pastimes they'd halt 
 
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