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ST. MICHAEL'S CHIME 
 AND OTHER VERSES 
 
ST. MICHAEL'S CHIME 
 
 AND OTHER VERSES 
 
 BY 
 
 HELEN TRENHOLM DICKINSON 
 
 RALPH FLETCHER SEYMOUR 
 
 CHICAGO 
 MDCCCCVI 
 
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 DEC S 1&06 
 
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 CLASS A XXt., No. 
 
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 COPYRIGHT 1906 
 
 BY 
 M.' O. DICKINSON 
 
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To M. O. D. 
 
 my most appreciative reader 
 Helen Trenholm Dickinson 
 
ST. MICHAEL'S CHIME 
 
 AND OTHER VERSES 
 
 ST. MICHAEL'S CHIME 
 
 unday — a morn in spring, when 
 Charleston's streets 
 Are flooded by the sunshine spring- 
 time gives. 
 When roses scatter lavishly their sweets 
 
 And reawakened nature laughs and lives, 
 When lilies on their stems luxuriant sway. 
 And violets breathe their souls out all the day. 
 
 From deep-sea gardens drifts a gentle breeze. 
 Full-freighted with the fragrance of the main. 
 
 That whispers 'round the freshly budded trees. 
 And, veering, flutters oceanward again; 
 
 As aimless as the butterfly that goes 
 
 In dreamy dalliance from rose to rose. 
 
In old St. Michael's yard the graves, grassgrown, 
 Are clothed with vernal freshness every year. 
 
 And blossoms ope against the mossy stone, 
 Where mouldering inscriptions scarce appear 
 
 Recording virtues of the one who lies 
 
 Beneath its weight with dust upon his eyes. 
 
 'Tis very quiet in this churchyard's shade ! 
 
 Methinks the Spirit of the Deathless Past 
 One holy wing across the gate hath laid, 
 
 Barring the Present that the peace might last — 
 The peace of fragrant, unforgotten years, 
 When these same graves were wet with new-wrung 
 tears. 
 
 And, while I muse upon the stillness, break 
 
 Harmonies sweetlv restful to the soul, 
 
 That echo evermore : "Awake ! Awake ! 
 
 All ye that sleep 
 
 in darkness!" 
 
 Roll on roll, 
 As outward floats 
 
 with melody 
 
 sublime 
 The benediction of 
 
 St. Michael's 
 
 chime ! 
 
THE SEA-WALL 
 
 YOUTH 
 
 A long sea-wall, where waves beat restlessly, 
 
 A dreaming bay, 
 Where sunbeams gild the ripples carelessly 
 
 All through the summer day — 
 Yet I and thou discern dark shades that fall 
 Beside the long sea-wall. 
 
 MANHOOD 
 
 A storm-tossed sea, waves high and turbulent; 
 
 A heavy blast 
 That rips the sheet of many a fisher's barque. 
 
 That snaps the slender mast; 
 W^hilst thou and I note how a misty pall 
 Hangs o'er the old sea-wall. 
 
 AGE 
 
 Winter, with skies that lower hopelessly 
 
 Above the tide; 
 I shiver as the rain falls icily 
 
 And mutely seek thy side; 
 And we can scarcely see, for tears that fall. 
 That waves have overleapt the long sea-wall. 
 
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A DAY 
 
 A boat was rocking in the bay — 
 Before the noon it sailed away. 
 
 Laughed a child by the ocean tide — 
 Ere night came down the child had died. 
 
 And still the waves are surging free. 
 And still the sunlight floods the sea. 
 
 The boat hath reached another bay. 
 The child has seen the Perfect Day. 
 
 WHERE WAVES WHISPER 
 
 Along the sands elusive shadows lie. 
 While winged clouds sweep o'er a dreamy sky. 
 And one could think that mermaids in their glee 
 Had strewn with pearls their pathway o'er the sea, 
 As with their harps they drifted one by one 
 Into the palace of the setting sun. 
 
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CRYSTALS 
 
 The stone was rugged, brown and scarred by time; 
 Not beautiful to look on, lying there; 
 Yet when 'twas broken by the miner's axe, 
 Lo ! what a miracle the blow laid bare. 
 
 Within that ugly shell behold — a mass 
 
 Of purest crystal 
 
 Sparkles in the light, 
 
 And quivers all aglow with lucid tints, 
 
 With opalescent hues— a wondrous sight! 
 
 So have I seen a soul pent in a form. 
 Unlovely, graceless, yet, behind the wall 
 Of flesh, was hid the spirit burning pure. 
 Which, when its prison-house to wreck, shall fall. 
 
 Struck by the miner — ^Death — ^what beauty then 
 Shall be disclosed! What a glorious sight, 
 To see the soul emerge from homely clay. 
 Fair as a crystal, clothed with burning light. 
 
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THE EVENING STAR 
 
 When the day dies beyond the purple mountain. 
 And with her life blood stains the west afar, 
 
 High 'mid the gushing of that vermeil fountain 
 Leaps into life the glorious evening star. 
 
 Whence hath it birth and whither doth it travel, 
 Down the red pathway leading from our sight, 
 
 As on its way it seemeth to unravel 
 
 Fringes of stars to deck the sovereign night? 
 
 Throbbing with wondrous radiance supernal. 
 Thrilling with mystic meaning are its beams, 
 
 Rousing the spirit as the showers vernal 
 
 Wake the wind flower by deep forest streams. 
 
 Is it a lantern held by angel fingers? 
 
 Angels who walk the silent ages thro', 
 Waiting the while time indolently lingers 
 
 Patient forever 'mid high heaven's blue; 
 
 Waiting till evening star shall not be needed 
 Ere they release the beacon held so long; 
 
 Till moon and stars shall shine — by men unheeded. 
 Men drunk with fighting, deaf with battle song? 
 
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Or, is the evening star a jewel shining 
 Far on the altar stairs that lead to God, 
 
 Gem that was found with never toil or mining. 
 By seraph hosts with holy sandals shod? 
 
 Who knoweth? None — Shine on, O star, and 
 guide us, 
 
 As ever when the world turns to her rest; 
 Upward we lift our eyes whate'er betide us. 
 
 Hungry for thee that shineth in the west. 
 
 O, work of God, if gem or angel fire. 
 Shine on us alway from the twilight sky. 
 
 Until at last of life and strife we tire. 
 
 Then beam thou over where we sleeping lie. 
 
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SONG OF NIGHT 
 
 Hast e'er seen the night descending 
 
 On the mountain tops afar. 
 Twilight into blackness blending. 
 
 Broken by a flashing star; 
 While the crescent slips away. 
 Showing where the foolish day. 
 Trembling, fled from Night advancing, 
 Down behind the mountains dancing. 
 Where the dead days are? 
 
 Hast thou seen Night's jewels shining 
 
 On her shield of purple-blue? 
 Gold and silver is the lining. 
 
 With vermilion streaks shot through 
 For the Spirits of the North 
 Painted it and hung it forth 
 Ere time had a fair beginning. 
 Or the wheel of Fate 'gan spinning 
 What it spins for me and you. 
 
 Hast beheld her girdle gleaming 
 As above thou turn'st thine eyes, 
 
 With its million star points beaming. 
 Flung across the silent skies — 
 
 W^oven long, ah, long ago. 
 
 Ere the ice had birth — or snow, 
 
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Held in place by God's own finger, 
 Where it seems to droop and linger 
 O'er the heavens dropp'd bow-wise? 
 
 Watching through the midnight hours, 
 Hast thou seen Night's planets pale. 
 As starlike arbutus flowers 
 
 Languish in the wooded vale. 
 Till the Morning Star awakes. 
 Songs of Dawn the silence breaks. 
 And the peaceful, sapphire mountains 
 Loose the tongues of all their fountains. 
 Thrust their misty veils away 
 To greet the new-born Day? 
 
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GOD'S ROSE GARDEN 
 
 When day declineth, in the misty West 
 Shineth a rosy light above the hills. 
 
 Faintly, increasing; till behold ! at length 
 It's glory all the purple valley fills; 
 
 'Tis but the pale, reflected light on high 
 
 Of God's Rose Garden far beyond the sky. 
 
 Of God's Rose Garden where exultingly 
 The Spirit-children 'mid His roses play. 
 
 Singing their songs in lisping accents sweet 
 Throughout Eternity's mysterious day: 
 
 Each child borne far beyond frail human love 
 
 Plays in the Garden of the Lord above. 
 
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NIGHT 
 
 Night and a pale moon sailing 
 
 Behind the poplar trees; 
 Long silver moonbeams trailing 
 
 Across the lonely leas; 
 Night, with a thousand blossoms 
 
 Asleep beneath the moon, 
 Where zephyrs dropp'd from heaven 
 
 Their lullabies soft croon. 
 
 LOVE 
 
 Breath of a flower — Heaven-born, 
 Light of the rosy Eden morn; 
 Song that a Seraph sang when Earth 
 Fresh from the hand of God had birth. 
 
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THE MOON-QUEEN 
 
 Hast seen the misty Moon-Queen sailing 
 In crescent barge when sunset 's paling 
 
 With poppies on her brow, 
 And pale moon-flowers languid lying, 
 Mix'd with vale-lilies sweetly dying. 
 
 Wound round the barge's prow? 
 
 Her hair the starlight interlaces, 
 And 'mid the azure, starry spaces 
 
 She reigneth all supreme, 
 Her diadem's live jewels glimmer. 
 And o'er her shoulders cast their shimmer. 
 
 And throb and glow and gleam. 
 
 Deep, deep her eyes, as midnight dreaming, 
 Anon with meteor glances gleaming. 
 
 And from the Moon-Queen's lips 
 A song of love and mystery. 
 Unknown to human history. 
 
 In undulations slips; 
 With fairy melody empearled, 
 Down to the dreaming world. 
 
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NOX 
 
 Across the hills a dusky army moves. 
 
 The troops of night; 
 Their shadow plumes are fluttered by the breeze; 
 They silent stir beneath the forest trees] 
 
 With footsteps light. 
 
 And as they come slow marching thro' the vales. 
 
 The blackness creeps 
 Athwart the Earth. Then with her flags unfurled 
 Night keepeth watch over the weary world. 
 
 And mankind sleeps. 
 
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TO AN ORIOLE 
 
 Trustingly thou buildest on a limb 
 Heavy with white blossoms honey-tipped; 
 Where, when Nature sang her matin hymn, 
 Eager bees the dewy nectar sipped; 
 Where all day emblazoned butterflies 
 Spread their wings 'gainst Spring's translucent 
 skies. 
 
 Ne'er a thought of care o'ershadowing thee. 
 Thou thy nest dost deftly fasten where 
 It shall quiver whene'er sways the tree. 
 Tremble with each shifting breath of air; 
 Like a thing affrighted greatly quake 
 When at night the thunderous storm-clouds 
 break. 
 
 Yet thou buildest, all day heeding naught 
 Save the whiteness of the locust bloom. 
 Save the hangings of strange weavings wrought. 
 Decorating thy suspended room; 
 Working confidently all the while 
 In the sunshine seeing God's own smile. 
 
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FLOWERS 
 
 In the forest, 'mid deserted marshes. 
 Oft we discover flow'rets frail and fair. 
 Rooted in slime and ooze they lift pure faces 
 Breathing a benediction on the air. . . . 
 
 So in the city, 'mid vile slums and squalor. 
 Find we a child with smiling, angel face 
 Living with crime, yet in its innocency 
 Hallowing e'en the darkest, foulest place. 
 
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THE LILY OF HEART'S DESIRE 
 
 Far in the garden of Hesperides 
 
 A lily lifts its crimson cup in air. 
 And reigns the royal queen of all the blooms 
 
 That wave their opalescent petals there. 
 
 A flower with the very hue of blood, 
 
 Flame-streaked — seeming moulded from fierce 
 fire. 
 Drenched by a flood of tears — sad passion's tears, 
 
 'Tis called the Lily of the Heart's Desire. 
 
 Men see it in their dreams and vainly strive 
 To clasp the bloom, but fingers ne'er shall hold 
 
 That magic lily with its burning rim 
 
 And throbbing stamens dusted o'er with gold. 
 
 For who may find the garden.? What swift barque 
 Shall cleave the virgin tide of unknown seas — 
 
 And in the flush of dawn sight suddenly 
 The mystic island of Hesperides.? 
 
 Where palms stand blue against a cloudless sky; 
 
 Where singing sirens strike the silvern lyre. 
 Where drunken with its own exquisiteness 
 
 Glows the rich Lily of the Heart's Desire. 
 
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MIGNONETTE 
 
 I sing of Mignonette — ■ 
 
 And straight before mine eyes 
 
 I see once more the garden old, 
 
 Its winding paths, its wayward hedge of box. 
 
 Its beds of mignonette and marigold. 
 
 I sing of Mignonette — 
 
 Once more I do behold 
 
 The quiet parlor dark and still. 
 
 The air full-weighted with fresh mignonette 
 
 And Phoebe dreaming on the window-sill. 
 
 I sing of Mignonette — 
 
 I hear again the sound 
 
 Of wedding bells upon a day 
 
 In early Spring when music filled the air. 
 
 When all the country— all the world— was gay. 
 
 I sing of Mignonette — > 
 
 And catch the murmured tone 
 
 Of rain-drops falling soft like tears 
 
 Shed for the memory of withered hopes, 
 
 Of joys that vanished with forgotten years. 
 
 I sing of Mignonette — 
 
 Upon a lowly mound 
 
 Where moaning winds float slowly by; 
 
 I sing of Mignonette— yet now my song 
 
 Hath sore become one sad and broken sigh. 
 
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SONG OF JUNE 
 
 I know a meadow where the wild lark sings, 
 Where daisies nod and beckon all the day. 
 
 Where butterflies spread wide their irised wings. 
 And dancing o'er the blossoms seem to say: 
 
 Live as we do 
 
 The summer through. 
 
 Banishing care and sadness, 
 
 For the World's atune 
 
 To the song of June, 
 
 And mad for very gladness ! 
 
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AUGUST 
 
 Queenly August silver-shod. 
 Asters wild and goldenrod 
 
 In her hand. 
 Sweeps from o'er the dreaming hills 
 Past the silver, singing rills 
 
 Through the land. 
 
 Breathing perfume everywhere. 
 Incense-like upon the air. 
 
 Doth she come 
 Where the Summer's tardy rose 
 In neglected garden grows: 
 
 Where bees hum. 
 
 Where a crescent, ghostly pale, 
 Shines when darkness holds the vale. 
 
 Where nights long 
 Mocking birds entrancingly 
 Fill the spot with melody 
 
 Of their song. 
 
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AN AUTUMN DAY 
 
 Red flame the maples by the water edge. 
 Dyeing the ripples of the sluggish stream. 
 
 And goldenrod with largess fills the land. 
 Which smiles all day as in a happy dream. 
 
 The purple mountains kiss white clouds that leap 
 Along their bastions lifted calmly high; 
 
 And over all the mid-day moon is hung 
 A severed pearl, amid a milky sky. 
 
 45 
 
ECHO 
 
 Why dwellest thou in the purple hills 
 
 Alone, Echo? 
 
 For where the sun scarce penetrates 
 
 Thou'rt wont to go. 
 
 In still, deserted caverns where the gloom 
 
 Gives thee scant room — 
 
 Why dwell'st alone. Echo? 
 
 I love the purple hills, the caves, 
 
 The deep-grove aisles. 
 
 There grow Narcissus blossoms in 
 
 The dark defiles; 
 
 There may I dream till stars grow old above 
 
 Of my lost love — 
 
 So dwell I ever lone. 
 
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WHITE HYACINTH 
 
 Caressed by wandering winds. 
 
 Sun-kissed, dew-drenched. 
 
 This blossom springeth from the vernal sod 
 
 All fragrant in its spotless chastity; 
 
 A thought of God. 
 
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WILD SWANS 
 
 I saw them rise, six swans as white as pearls, 
 From where the cypress trees stand grimly dark, 
 
 W'here moss hangs heavy o'er a magic pool 
 Unruffled by the wary hunter's barque. 
 
 Where pure pond lilies, with great hearts of gold. 
 
 Their shining petals silently unfold. 
 
 Six swans, whose pinions caught the amber glow 
 Of sunlight sifting through dense forest trees, 
 
 Six swans whose plumes were softly ruffled by 
 A wayward, undulating river breeze, 
 
 That sprang, like Venus, in a sweet unrest 
 
 From foam that curl'd upon a wavelet's crest. 
 
 For what far port the snowy birds were bound 
 Is yet unknown, and mounting in the blue 
 
 They circled ever higher, till at last, 
 
 'Mid rolling clouds they disappeared from view, 
 
 Mayhap to join the swans that fly, they say, 
 
 Forever onward through the Milky Way. 
 
 For once six hunters, in a bygone day. 
 
 In this same magic cypress pool were drowned, 
 
 x\nd ghostly swans their spirits bore away 
 
 To where all worthy ones are golden-crowned. 
 
 Beyond those skies where great Orion stands 
 
 With starry weapons in his shining hands. 
 
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AT SEA 
 
 Sunset of gold and rose 
 
 Fading to dun. 
 Wind from the shore that blows 
 
 After the sun. 
 
 Songs from the sailor lad, 
 
 Laughter; a call — • 
 Minors that echo sad. 
 
 Darkness o'er all. 
 
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FRAGMENT 
 
 Water and shore of silver 
 
 Sunset and crescent's bow, 
 Stars shining in God's heaven 
 
 Upon the rosy glow: 
 Love in the world and laughter, 
 
 Tears in the world and gall — 
 And — -thro' enduring ages 
 
 God's mercy over all! 
 
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THIS IS ONE OF AN EDITION OF 200 
 COPIES OF A BOOK ENTITLED ST. 
 MICHAEL'S CHIME AND OTHER 
 VERSES, WRITTEN BY HELEN TREN- 
 HOLM DICKINSON AND DESIGNED 
 AND PUBLISHED IN NOVEMBER, 
 MDCCCCVI. BY RALPH FLETCHER 
 SEYMOUR AND FOR HIM PRINTED 
 AT THE ALDERBRINK PRESS CHI- 
 CAGO. 
 
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