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LYRICS FROM THE HILLS 
 
Lyrics From The Hills 
 
 A LITTLE BOOK OF WEST VIRGINIA VERSE 
 
 BY 
 
 HERBERT P. McGINNIS 
 
 AND 
 
 HOADLY FOSTER MADDOX 
 
 DESIGNED BY 
 
 OLOE-MARIE MYERS 
 
 THE OIL MAN'S PUBLISHING CO. 
 
 Donohue, West Virginia. 
 
 1909. 
 
COPYRIGHT, 1909 
 
 BY 
 
 HERBERT P. McGINNIS 
 
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 HERBERT P. McGINNlS 
 
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 MY FARMER FATHER 
 
 AND 
 
 THE QUEEN OF THE HOME 
 
 THESE 
 
 VERSES ARE LOVINGLY DEDICATED 
 
The flowers and thorns I hold within my hands 
 I caift upon the outward going sea, 
 
 As I tread o'er Life's treacherous shpping sands. 
 Seeking day after day some victory. 
 
 So take these songs, ye winds, ye tides, j'^e sea. 
 
 And carry them o'er lands afar; 
 Give to my soul the hope of victory, 
 
 Or lead me silent to Death's bar. 
 
'^ PROEM / 
 
 Let me live as the world will let mev 
 
 With the false men and the true; 
 Let me live for the joy of w^orking 
 
 And the good that I can do. 
 Let me sigh when there's no help for sighing. 
 
 And laugh when the laugh comes in; 
 Let me cry when there's no help for crying, 
 
 And join in the dancer's spin. 
 
 Let me sing when I feel like singing, 
 
 And love when love's in the way. 
 For though it may be joy bringing, 
 
 It may only be for today. 
 Let me take the good things and bad things, 
 
 And mix them together as one; 
 For though the light rays are brilliant, 
 
 Yet there are dark spots on the sun. 
 
 Let me take the world as I find it, 
 
 The good and the bad--and ail. 
 For though our life is a mystic game 
 
 There is purpose in it all. 
 So I go my way with my comrades 
 
 The false and bad and the true; 
 And this is the sum of my singing.-- 
 
 There is good in all we do. 
 
A LYRIC OF THE HILLS. 
 
 On the banks of the still Hughes, 
 
 Where old Ritchie's waters flow, 
 'Tis there i love to linger yet, 
 
 There wandering would 1 go. 
 On the banks of the fair Hughes, 
 
 There's my home I love so dear; 
 Fond mem'ry brings me those old scenes, 
 
 That are changing year by year. 
 On the banks of the fair Hughes, 
 
 Where I spent my boyhood days, 
 There I watched the sun descending 
 
 In the evening's purple haze. 
 On the banks of the still Hughes, 
 
 Where the fairest flowers grow; 
 There by the shine of silvered sands 
 
 Let me idly drift and row. 
 On the fair old Hughes River 
 
 Let me slowly glide along; 
 In thy breezes, O fair river, 
 
 Let me sing my evening song. 
 On the banks of the old Hughes, 
 
 Where I spent those happy days. 
 Let me offer up a blessing, 
 
 And lift up my heart in praise. 
 
STAR OF THE LONG AGO 
 
 Star of the East, that rising high 
 Shone bright and fair, and led the way 
 To One for whom it is not death to die, 
 Shine out O star and hght my darkened day. 
 
 Star of the Long Ago, let shine 
 The love and joy and radiant light 
 
 That maketh all men kindred, brothers mine; 
 
 Shine forth, and guide my erring footsteps right. 
 
 Star of the Long Ago, that led 
 
 Wise Men unto God's greatest gift, 
 Shine now to light my way, uncomforted, 
 Before the sands of Life and Death shall shift. 
 
STRENGTH AND HOPE 
 
 I am so weary witli this life, 
 
 1 hat now I j'ield; 
 No more I long for sturdier strife 
 
 Or stronger shield. 
 My life is sad; I long to meet 
 
 On that fair shore, 
 Where sordid strife and dark defeat 
 
 Are felt no more ! 
 
 But, no ! 1 still shall brave the fight. 
 
 And should 1 fall, 
 I yield not in her strengthening sight. 
 
 Nor yield at all. 
 For though I lose the fight to-day, 
 
 I yet may be 
 As one who turns defeat away 
 
 For victory ! 
 
SONG 
 
 When I am gone, my loved one, 
 
 Weep not that I am dead; 
 Sing no sad songs, my dearest, 
 
 Let love's words be unsaid: 
 Be there blue skies above me 
 
 And brighter sunlight shine; 
 Shed no sad tears for one then, 
 
 Whose dying thought was thine. 
 
 I shall not see the darkness, 
 
 I shall not see the night; 
 The light of love that thrilled me 
 
 Shall yet be shining bright; 
 For, dreaming through the distance, 
 
 That I have come alone. 
 My soul shall know the blessing 
 
 Of love that has not flown. 
 
THE HILLS OF WEST VIRGIiNIA 
 
 Colorado for her sierras and Texas for her 
 
 plains— 
 For me the West Virginia Hills where queenUest 
 
 beauty reigns; 
 In summer's sweetest fragrance or in winter's 
 
 crystal snow, 
 There the majestic waters wind to distant seas 
 
 below; 
 And on those hills at sunset I have watched 
 
 the fading day, 
 Ju^ as the sun was sinking in the west land far 
 
 away. 
 
 I have stood upon their summits, I have trod 
 
 their paths agleam, 
 And on the hazy hill-tops I have pondered o'er 
 
 life's dream. 
 1 have heard the lowing cattle with their tinkling 
 
 bells of rest, 
 Winding slow their way o'er hill tops to the 
 
 valleys of the West. 
 And her majestic mountains is the love land 
 
 I have found— 
 'Mid the shadow and the silence, 'mid the 
 
 tinkle and the sound. 
 
Sky-towering pines and fir trees shoot far 
 upward to the bkie— 
 
 Show the daintiest, brightest colors of the marvel- 
 lous mountain hue; 
 
 And the far off Shenandoah, with the shine of 
 silvered sands, 
 
 Gleams amid the golden halo, touched as with 
 the Master's hands. 
 
 And there amid the green glades was my home 
 of long ago— 
 
 'Tis there amid the brakes and fens that fairest 
 flowers grow. 
 
 O the Hills of West Virginia, robed in glorious 
 
 rays of light, 
 Seem yet to shine around me in sweet moments 
 
 of delight ! 
 From Shenandoah's crystal waters to Ohio's 
 
 silver strands. 
 The Hills of West Virginia are the fairest of all 
 
 lands ! 
 And her hills in golden sunset appear to mortal 
 
 eyes. 
 Like a gleam of the effulgence that illumines 
 
 Paradise. 
 
Once more I see those distant hills I trod m days 
 
 agone. 
 But dreams of promise utter, there are fair 
 
 hills farther on. 
 And when at last I climb them and look far off 
 
 down below^-- 
 I shall see the sunlit valley and the plains I used 
 
 to know^; 
 I shall see far down below me the vall'^^y oi: 
 
 sweet rest- 
 Like the majestic radiance that glorifies the 
 
 West. 
 
 Colorado for her sierras and Texas for her 
 
 plains— 
 For me the West Virginia Hills where queenliest 
 
 beauty reigns; 
 The Hills of West Virginia, where my fathers 
 
 trod before,— 
 
 West Virginia Hills I love thee~I love thee as 
 
 of yore; 
 For when I think of desr old friends of the glad 
 past and gone, 
 
 1 seem to see a brighter land a little farther on. 
 
O, COME TO iME AT EVENTIDE 
 
 O, come to me at eventide 
 
 When sets the sun; 
 O, come and linger by my side 
 
 The day is done; 
 O, come to me when twilight sets 
 
 And starlight gleams; 
 Then, come to me when starlight sets 
 
 Fulfill my dreams. 
 
 O, come to me when darkness falls, 
 
 Sweet ! come to me. 
 O, come when sunset shadow crawls 
 
 Over the sea. 
 O, come to me at eventide 
 
 When starlights shine; 
 Then come and linger by my side 
 
 Forever mine ! 
 
TO MY MOTHER 
 
 For all the years you labored for my sake. 
 For tears you shed, for nights you lay awake. 
 For your comforting hand-clasp and good cheer- 
 Take dear, this little verse 1 give thee here. 
 
 For all you pitied, wept, and patient bore. 
 For all the love for me you hold in store, 
 For hope and love that thou hast given me— 
 I, loving, send my love in verse to thee. 
 
THE SHADOW LAND 
 
 Beyond the sight of niortai eyes, 
 Far, far away — beyond there lies — 
 A Shadow Land where sunsets never are, 
 And shines for aye Elysium's silver star. 
 
 Beyond the little hills around. 
 Far, far away — beyond is found — 
 The Shadow Land where all is peace and joy, 
 The land wherein I dwelt when still a boy. 
 
 Beyond the realm of earthly skies, 
 Beyond the sight of fading eyes — 
 Lieth the Land of Dreams where all is fair. 
 And love and peace and joy are ever there. 
 
 Beyond my foot^ep's wandering. 
 The season is eternal spring; 
 Far, far, beyond the hills that shut me in, 
 Lieth the land I shall not see again. 
 
THERE IS PURPOSE IN IT ALL 
 
 We must take the world as it comes and goes— 
 
 The bitter fruit and the sweet; 
 We crave its w^eal, we must share its w^oes, 
 
 'Till the labor is complete. 
 But I feel, at the end, when we leave the last 
 
 Of the honey and the gall, 
 The flowers and thorns, we shall say of the past, 
 
 There is purpose in it all. 
 We must quaff the cup to the very lees, 
 
 As Fate shall offer it; 
 To that which is best, as Heaven sees, 
 
 We must patiently submit. 
 But I think when the labor of life is done, 
 
 And the curtain of death shall fall. 
 We shall say in the light of the setting sun. 
 
 There was purpose in it all. 
 The Weaver sits at the Loom of Life, 
 
 And the shuttle knows its task; 
 But whether it pleases our lives or no 
 
 He never pauses to ask. 
 For the plan of the Lord is a thing Divine— 
 
 And human creatures are small; 
 But 1 feel we shall say on the earth's last day, 
 
 There was purpose in it all. 
 
O, ray of light, in the darkened room- 
 O, welcome hope, tho' small-- 
 
 O, rose in the desert ! O, desrest bloom ! 
 O, the sweet that mingles with gall ! 
 
 O, thread of gold on the dismal loom- 
 There is purpose in it all ! 
 
SANCTUARY 
 My fragile craft, so small and frail, 
 
 I boldly seaward sail; 
 And though upon some rocky reef. 
 My boat goes down* and I shall fail. 
 Her heart beats steadfa^ in belief 
 
 And I have won the Grail. 
 
 The futile strife, the deep regret, 
 
 I gladly now forget; 
 Once more I ca^ upon the mere — 
 My helm guides safe — the prize I get; 
 No night is dark, no sea is dreeu:. 
 
 While she shall love me yet. 
 
SAILOR'S GOOD NIGHT 
 H. P. McGinnis Warren W. Johnson 
 
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 Good night dear heart; I'll think of thee, As outward honud I face the sea. 
 And then when sunset shadows creep. Over the grim and boundless deep , 
 Good niKht my love, I'll dream of thee, For love shall live with joij and me. 
 
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 In fl 'he fast re sed ln?fihore. F idi's from my stebt and is no more. 
 And hMe from Eiy diu fad ing sicht IHy love, I'll think of thee, good night. 
 And faraway uj) om the deep. Thy sougs shall sing me soft to sleey. 
 
 
SAILOR'S GOOD NIGHT 
 
 Good night. 
 Dear hee\rt; I'll think of thee, 
 As outward bound I face the sea, 
 Until the fast receding shore 
 Fades far away and is no more 
 
 In sight. 
 
 And then 
 When snuset shadov/s creep 
 Over the grim and boundless deep. 
 And hide from my dim fading sight 
 My love, I'll dream of thee, good night- 
 
 Again. 
 
 Good night. 
 My love; sweet dreams to thee 
 For love shall live with you and me; 
 And far away upon the deep. 
 Thy songs shall sing me soft to sleep. 
 
 Good night. 
 
BE THOU WITH ME 
 
 Be thou with me, O Lord divine, 
 Be thou my Hght and guiding star; 
 Let this poor tainting heart of mine, 
 Be led unto thy portals far. 
 
 Take thou mv soul in flight to thee. 
 And keep me safe from sorrow's day; 
 When far upon life's stormy sea, 
 Guide thou me to thy shelt'ring bay. 
 
 Be thou with me, and ever keep 
 My fragile craft secure from harm; 
 And when upon the boundless deep, 
 Give thou to me thy guiding arm. 
 
 And when at last I reach th\t shore, 
 Through sin and sorrow's darkest night; 
 Where toil and strife are felt no more, 
 Be thou with me, my guiding light. 
 
SEMPER FIDELIS 
 
 Though thou hast gone away, my dear, 
 
 Thy love is with me yet; 
 Thy presence still is ever near— 
 
 I shall not thee forget; 
 And though I'm far away at sea, 
 My love, rU send a kiss to thee— 
 
 " I never shall forget. " 
 
GOOD-EY 
 
 Good-by, Marie; 
 One kiss from thee 
 
 And then we part; 
 Still love [or thee 
 Shall ever be 
 
 Shrined in my heart I 
 
 Good-by, my dear; 
 The fading year 
 
 May pass and die; 
 Yet love for thee- 
 My sweet, Marie, 
 
 Can never die ! 
 
SONG 
 
 From the far od lands I come to thee, 
 
 Thou love of my heart's desire, 
 As the weary toil-worn wanderer, 
 
 Seeks shelter by the flaming fire. 
 And then on the breeze of the night wind, 
 
 iMy spirit is rocked to sleep 
 Ey the dream ar.d light of thy ber^uty. 
 
 As I sigh forth/ love to keep. 
 
 in the morn. I arise and think of thee. 
 
 My spirit guide afar. 
 As the wind and wave tossed seaman, 
 
 Looks up for his guiding star. 
 At night I v/rack en a bed of pain 
 
 When I haply think of thee. 
 And my soul lies sad in thj'^ disdain 
 
 Or glad in the love to be. 
 
THE UNFORGOTTEN 
 
 The flower you gave me when we parted last. 
 
 Died in my hand; 
 Like leaves that fall at winter's blighting blast. 
 
 O'er barren land. 
 
 No more that flower with love's sweet breath, 
 
 Hope fo me give; 
 The stem alone reminds me of that death 
 
 That I shall live. 
 
 I came. I went. Perchance you kept my smile 
 
 And then forgot; 
 But I — the one who loved you all the while 
 Forgetteth not. 
 
SUNSET ON THE SEA. 
 
 The evening shadows darkening fall, 
 
 Over the sunlit sea; 
 The twilight deepens over all 
 
 In shadow^ mystery. 
 Now where are they that o'er the bay 
 
 Once glided herewith me ? 
 In drifting boat they are afloat. 
 
 Bound for the shoreless see. 
 
 The sea-gulls fly low o'er the sea; 
 
 The sun sinks in the west; 
 The shadows darken o'er the lea 
 
 And all the world's at rest. 
 Where is my dear that once down here 
 
 Beside the surging sea. 
 Made vows to me her love would be, 
 
 For all eternity ! 
 
 1 he darkness deepens o'er the land, 
 
 And night holds silent sway; 
 The flood tide surges o'er the strand 
 
 Along the gloaming bay. 
 And through the night till morning light, 
 
 1, loving, think of thee,- 
 Of dear old days in mem'ry's haze 
 
 And thy inconstancy. 
 
THE LAST OF SUMMER 
 
 The forest leaves are fading fast, 
 
 The Summer breezes moan, 
 As Autumn with invading tread 
 
 Proves Summer's nearly flown; 
 The gayest of all the seasons, 
 
 The brightest time e'er shown. 
 My life like the fleeting Summer, 
 
 Is still more sad and lone. 
 
 For the parting time is saddest, 
 
 E'en though the future bright 
 Shines out beside the days gone by. 
 
 And leads our lives aright. 
 There comes a murmur as of old, 
 
 For things that did not last, 
 But reflection gives to mem'ry, 
 
 Hopes from the seasons past. 
 
 To think of the golden days now gone. 
 
 Still bright in memory's trail; 
 To view the ways of the living. 
 
 Should to our lives avail. 
 But though every parting season 
 
 Shall bring to you some grief, 
 Good deeds and thoughts and bad ones ar; 
 
 All gathered in time's sheaf. 
 
And ever up from the woodland 
 
 There conies a haunting moan 
 A voice of Muses sighing — 
 
 The golden summer flown. 
 But a dream of promise utters, 
 
 That somewhere farther on, 
 There will come a brighter season 
 
 Than the fairest Summer gone. 
 
DRIFTWOOD 
 
 Driftwood from many lands, 
 
 Brouglit by the swish and surge of the sea» 
 Intermingles with shifting sands 
 
 That lie along life's lea, 
 
 By Time's unresting sea. 
 
 Driftwood, the waste of years, 
 
 Fragments of fruitless paths of yore; 
 
 Fallen and dead the tears 
 That I have kept in store. 
 For the end is —Evermore. 
 
 They sing on the golden strand, 
 
 The Prophet-Sirens — three. 
 Sing of a sun-lit land — 
 
 Of a golden land — To Be — 
 
 On the other side o* the sea. 
 
 Drift as the ages drift away. 
 
 As rivers run to the sea- 
 Drift and ruin and decay 
 
 Ibive taken m}^ heart from me— 
 
 Have stolen my victory. 
 
" I LOVE THEE, LOVE, WITH ALL MY HEART 
 
 Across the lapse of many years, 
 
 My eyes bedimmecl with love-lorn tears,— 
 
 No sign, nor word shall I impart 
 
 To you, my Love but as of old, 
 
 With these my w^ords, my love I've told — 
 
 " I love thee. Love, with all my heart. " 
 
 Remember yet, my Love, my dear. 
 The love i love from year to year; 
 For love still lingers in my heart; 
 And though I'm far away at sea, 
 My Love, I'll send one note to thee — 
 " I love thee, Love, with all my heart." 
 
OH. GIVE ME A GLIMPSE OF ThlL OLD JlhlE 
 
 Oh, give me a glimpse of the old time, 
 
 And the swish of the surging sea; 
 And give me a glimpse of the old days 
 
 That shall never come back to me. 
 Oh, give me the gold of the autumn, 
 
 And the call of querulous quail; 
 And give me a chord on the Harp of Time, 
 
 To tune for my sad heart's wail. 
 
 Oh, give me a glimpse of the old time. 
 
 When my life was bright and fair; 
 And take from my heart the grief and pain 
 
 That so long have been struggling there. 
 Oh, give me the song of the flood tide, 
 
 And the swish of the surging sea. 
 And give me a glimpse of the old days. 
 
 That shall never came back to me 1 
 
 Oh, give me the strength to live and work. 
 
 Till the darkness of death shall come 
 And give me strength to utter my song 
 
 Till my lips be stricken dumb; 
 Oh, give me the song of the floocl-tide. 
 
 And the swish of the surging sea. 
 And a glimpse of the great wide ocean 
 
 That has stolen my ship from mc. 
 
THE DRIFTING SHIP 
 
 A wreck-strewn ship in a stormy sea. 
 Far off from the port it was bound; 
 
 O tell me winds of the restless sea 
 
 Of the loved ones we have not found ? 
 
 A derelict ship adrift in the sea. 
 
 Far off from the sheltering shore; 
 
 Answer O waves of the surging sea- 
 Will the loved ones return no more ? 
 
THE FACE OF MY DREAMS 
 
 Bright visions of the past and gone 
 
 Allure me on— 
 When your fair face within my dream 
 
 Brings love's sweet beam. 
 
 The darkness of the dreary night 
 
 Makes glorious light 
 Shine round my life and guide me on 
 
 Though thou hast gone. 
 
 A spark of hope, love and desire, 
 
 Rekindles fire- 
 When you, dear love, so sweet and fair. 
 
 Seem ever there. 
 
 The dreams that now to me recall 
 
 My all in all- 
 Give strength to bear this still, sad life, 
 
 Free from all strife. 
 
 The love that Fstill bear for thee 
 
 Untrammeled, free; 
 Shall e'er remain, my life, a part,— 
 
 Friend of my heart I 
 
AU REVOIR 
 
 thou, sweet maid, whose magic art, 
 And love's fond witchery. 
 
 Enshrines thy face within my heart— 
 
 A last farewell to thee ! 
 It is with tears and vain regret 
 
 That we must part to-day; 
 Wilt thou remember or forget 
 
 The one who goes away ? 
 
 Wilt thou not think of him who loved 
 
 When far away at sea ? 
 And still with tears be doubly moved 
 
 If 5'ou could no more see, 
 The face of one, who sad and lone, 
 
 Can never thee forget; 
 Whose life is lived for thee alone, 
 
 Whose thoughts are of thee yet ! 
 
 My love, once more farewell to thee, 
 For we may meet no more; 
 
 1 sadly sail the outv/ard sea. 
 
 Far from the sheltVing shore. 
 And when at last far off at sea 
 
 Amid the wild waves sweep, 
 I shall, though dying, think of thee 
 
 If thou my love should keep. 
 
THE TIDE OF YEARS 
 
 Alone, I stand upon tlie wave-swept shore, 
 A speli of solitude surrounds my soul; 
 The ebb and flow of Time's unceasing tide 
 O'erwheims me now amid the dusk and dark- 
 ening gloom. 
 Here on the shore the restless years break one 
 
 by one, 
 With vain recoil, and there unfold the treasured 
 
 tide. 
 A little gem that glistens here among the sands, 
 Gleams for a moment and eludes my eager sight; 
 And so 1 grope alone upon the shifting shore. 
 And vainly try to solve the mystery. 
 The surging sea wears back the shore whereon 
 
 1 stand, 
 And sinking sands shall be borne outward to the 
 
 deep; 
 Yet other sands shall fill the vacancy, 
 And I shall leave unfound the treasures that 
 
 I seek. 
 
i too, at last, shall be swept on that tide 
 Unknowingly, with boundless sweep and surge 
 
 sublime; 
 That bears no foam — the burdened Tide of Years, 
 And carried far beyond the waking world,-- 
 To that far shore where riseth the unending dawn 
 
 And leave the mystery on my lips unsaid. 
 
FAREWELL 
 
 Farewell— it is a benediction,— not good-by; 
 
 To wish you well and clasp your hand ere we 
 
 depart 
 Is not good-by; for in that distant land there lie 
 The thoughts of our sad parting, and bind once 
 
 more the heart. 
 
 Farew^ell, dear friend ! The tender hand clasp 
 
 that you gave. 
 Shall bind us-and through the lapse of separating 
 
 years 
 Will add new joy to life, shall give me hope and 
 
 save 
 My soul the saddening anguish of my long pent 
 
 tears. 
 
 Farewell ! A one last look, a clasp of your fair 
 
 hand 
 And then we part, to travel all alone the way, 
 But deep within my heart I still shall understand 
 The meaning of the farewell that you said to-day. 
 
DESIRE 
 
 O for a sigh of the summer, 
 
 For the bloom of a new born day- 
 O for the flowers of springtime 
 
 And a breath of the bright sweet May; 
 O for the sound of the songster 
 
 That sang so sweet by my door, 
 And my heart is filled with longing 
 
 For 1 shall hear his song no more. 
 
 O for a sweet southern zephyr. 
 
 And my maid so sweet and fair,- 
 With a sound of the song she sang 
 
 When the south wind kissed her hair; 
 With a kiss from her lips so softly 
 
 That sadness stole away, 
 And I live in the hope eternal 
 
 Of another such a day. 
 
 The spring returns with its blooming- 
 Yet no joy is there for me, 
 
 My dear, little, bright eyed maiden 
 When I am away from thee. 
 
 And I live in hope for the future 
 That somewhere over the sea, 
 
 This maid so sweet, so lovely 
 Is waiting in love for me. 
 
O for the glimpse of the old time. 
 
 With its rays of joyous light; 
 But the past is dead and gone 
 
 It seemeth to me in a night. 
 Yet I live with a single purpose 
 
 Of finding my bride to be, 
 And neither earth, nor hell, nor time 
 
 Can take her away from me. 
 
A SONG OF HOPE 
 
 No night so dark but coming dawn 
 
 Shall show the light; 
 No one so blind but time erelong 
 
 Revealeth sight; 
 No day so long but eventide 
 
 Shall see its close; 
 No life so sad but love and hope 
 
 Shall free its woes. 
 No work so great but plodding toil 
 
 Shall see it done; 
 No fight so fierce but God shall see 
 
 That right has won. 
 
THE STREAM OF SILVER RUN 
 
 Little streamlet,— fair and free 
 Sing your song— so sweet to ine ! 
 Of your onward rushings to the lar off sea; 
 'Cause I love your bonnie banks 
 And your dimpled dells and danks, 
 Silver streamlet — take my thanks ! 
 
 Little brooklet-sing a song 
 Of the happy days agone— 
 Of the bright days farther on, 
 As you laughing dash and dip, 
 From the hill spring to the ship, 
 As a lover, press my lip ! 
 
 And sing how it used to be, 
 When I'd truantly come to thee, 
 Spend the evening near thy swishing melody; 
 Sing the song from very start, 
 Sing it, every little part 
 For it maketh fondest music for my heart. 
 
Little streamlet—laugh and leap, 
 Do not let nfie Idly weep, 
 Sing me, childlike— till I sink in softest sleep; 
 And then sing me soft and low 
 The old dreams of long ago, 
 Sing me songs I used to know. 
 
 Fair stream of Silver Run, 
 Lightly laughing, -playful run 
 From the snow lands to the southern sun; 
 Let the shine of silvered sands. 
 Glinting, gleam upon my harcKi, 
 In rememberance—faire^t LukU 1 
 
MARIE 
 
 Little maicien, sweet and fair, 
 Let the love-light linger there, 
 
 In thy beaming eyes I 
 Sing and soothe my grief to sleep. 
 Ever love's fond treasures keep. 
 
 Love's sweet sacrifice ! 
 
 What through lapse of fading years, 
 Time cannot forget love's tears. 
 
 That I shed for thee ! 
 Love shall live with you and me. 
 Love through life — eternity. 
 
 Dearest. — my Marie ! 
 
LIFE SCULPTURE 
 
 The rough rock in all nature's grandeur stands 
 Unhewn; unchisled by the Sculptor's hands; 
 And then the Sculptor carves and cuts away 
 All roughness: yet the tomb stands for a day. 
 
 We all are stones, unhewn, yet we shall be 
 Carved by our own hands to our own destiny; 
 We, too, shall last a little hour, and then 
 Leave only trails of dust where we have been. 
 
1 USED TO BE BESIDE HER 
 
 I used to be beside her, but now 1 know I'm not. 
 The kisses and the candy have been silently 
 
 forgot; 
 I used to be beside her,-in the parlor over there, 
 But now another feller is sittin' in my chair. 
 
 1 used to be beside her in the dim, dead long 
 
 ago, 
 But now another feller has taken her in tow; 
 I took her to the opera-the other things that be. 
 But now another feller is takin' her for me. 
 
 I used to say, " I loved her; " that was in days 
 
 gone by. 
 But now upon reflection I know I told a lie; 
 I used to be beside her— that was the other day, 
 But since I'm not beside her-I'd rather stay away. 
 
HE RULETH OVER ALL 
 
 I know by the winds that greet us, 
 By the winter snows that fall- 
 That God is the Lord Almighty 
 Who ruleth o^-er ail. 
 I know by the dews of summer. 
 By the bounteous rains that fail, 
 That God is the good fond Shepherd 
 Who ruleth over all. 
 
 i know by the skies above us. 
 
 By the flowers along the v/ay, 
 
 That God is the good fond Shepherd 
 
 Who cares for us alway. 
 
 I know by the flowing rivers, 
 
 By the stars that shine so bright, 
 
 That God is the Lord Almighty 
 
 Who doeth all things right, 
 
 I know by the green of springtime, 
 By the little plants that peep, 
 That God is the good fond Shepherd 
 Who careth for his sheep. 
 I know by the gold of harvest, 
 By the little buds that swell- 
 That God is the Lord Almighty 
 Who doeth all things well. 
 
L'ESPERANCE D' AMOUR 
 
 Dark is the day- 
 And long the way- 
 When love is gone 
 
 Bright is the light- 
 And fair the nigh- 
 When love is come. 
 
 Glad is the heart- 
 When you impart— 
 The hope of love ! 
 
 Free from all strife- 
 Then is my life- 
 Like that above ! 
 
/ 
 
 AM COIN' TO STAY AT GRAN'MA'S 
 
 I'm goin' back to gran'ma's* 
 
 I'm goin' back to stay; 
 For there a kid can have a time 
 
 A-havin' his own way. 
 They never scold me there a bit, 
 
 And I can play and run; 
 I'm goin' to stay at gran'ma's 
 
 Where a kid can have some fun. 
 
 I lost my new hat fishin' 
 
 And got all wet and cold, 
 But gran'ma said she liked to fish 
 
 And never liked to scold. 
 I tore my new knee britches 
 
 A-slidin' down the fence. 
 But she just went and patched them 
 
 As if 'twas no expense. 
 
 I'm goin' back to gran'ma's 
 
 And play with uncle Bill; 
 I'ra goin* to ride the pony, 
 
 Or sleigh ride down the hill. 
 They know a boy's feelin's best 
 
 And let him have his way; 
 Oh, I'm goin' back to gran'ma's, 
 
 I'm goin* back to stay. 
 
TO AN OLD TIME FRIEND 
 
 Do you remember friend, 
 Those evenings spent together ?— 
 When for a stroll along the woodlad path- 
 Locked arms we trod the well worn road, and in 
 The fading sunset of that far off land. 
 We drezoned of better days ? 
 
 Do you remember 
 That last eve, when the friendship of long years 
 Was broken; when we went forth upon that path 
 For the Ifiist time ?— Do you remember 
 The sad parting — that last embrace — the tender 
 
 f2urewell spoken ?— 
 We sadly broke those vows, for bitter words were 
 
 apoken,-- 
 Those cruel words, how little was their meaning ! 
 And yet we took them to our hearts. 
 
 All this, and more comes to my fading sight; 
 Harsh words, then spoken in youthful folly 
 Have been subdued, and in our hearts, mellowed 
 By the unresting sea of intervening yearai. 
 
Once more 
 My heart calls back its home-the home to be; 
 At sunset now I seem to see arise 
 Those distant hills I trod in days agone; 
 And once again my eyes are filled with tears, 
 For the old ties of heart and home 
 Are reunited. 
 
 I love again to stroll that woodland path- 
 To breathe anew sweet fragrant flowers; 
 To live amid those dear old scenes, once more 
 To know the fellowship of dear old friends. 
 To know thy heart and take it to its home, 
 W here dwelleth ever more 
 
 The love of one so fair. 
 
THE WIND AND THE WAVE 
 
 The Wind is a reckless rover, 
 
 As he sings his saddening song; 
 From plain and from mountain over 
 
 He sighs as he sweeps along. 
 He is never still but wails at will, 
 
 And shrieks through the swaying trees; 
 The songs he sings and the sadness he brings 
 
 Are felt in his every breeze. 
 
 But the Wave is a laughing billow, 
 
 Tossed over the wind swept sea — 
 And he finds for his rest a pillow, 
 
 Far off on the shores of glee; 
 Wherever you go, his glad echo 
 
 Comes to sing a sweet refrain,-- 
 " Some joy in sadness, some good in badness; ^ 
 
 And I swoon in his joyous strain. 
 
 Welcome are both the songs they sing, 
 
 And I know not which is best,— 
 Whether the Wave would gladness bring. 
 
 Or the West Wind wild unrest; 
 I yet shall go on my way of woe— 
 
 And my path of hope or pain. 
 Shall be made glad by the sweet or the sad. 
 
 For they sing the self-same strain. 
 
INCONSTANCY 
 
 They perish all—those dear old hopes of love, 
 
 When grows inconstant and untrue thy heart; 
 
 For it is love unwown that does impart 
 
 The biting sting of unwon and unknon love. 
 
 Still with a voice unsteady, I know, 
 
 I tell of fierce, undying love within. 
 
 Ere I leave thee, without love's kiss, I go 
 
 Unto another world of endless woe— 
 
 Ever and ever to roam that field 
 
 Of love unwon,— and yet I shall not see 
 
 Those fairer hands that fate my destiny. 
 
 And when at last the first known love shall yield. 
 
 Tell me again thou lovest as of yore,— 
 
 Say once again thou lovest yet still more. 
 
TO RICHARD REALF 
 
 Me wore no crown or laurelled v/reath of fame; 
 
 The world too little recognized his worth. 
 
 But now, upon the mention of his name 
 
 We see new light, a brighter, better earth. 
 
 He lived in weary Toil and sordid Strife, 
 
 Surrounded with Defeat and dark Despair: 
 
 Yet sang so sweet his joyous songi of life 
 
 That none would say that sorrow struggled there 
 
 Within his heart; yet joyous strains are sighed, 
 
 Oft times, from hearts where sunlight never shed. 
 
 And when by his own hand he willing died, 
 
 He sang of love so none know he is dead, — 
 
 " He loved his fellows, and their love was sweet; 
 
 Plant daisies at his head and at his feet. " 
 
A FRAGMENT 
 
 Upon the shore a broken oar 
 Brought by the wind swept sea; 
 A drifting boat at sea afloat — 
 Answer O waves to me — 
 Where may the boatman be ? 
 
 Up from the night morn's radiant Hght 
 Bringeth the glad new day; 
 The broken oar is seen no more, — 
 The waves sweep on, and say — 
 ■Life's changing, varied way.' 
 
REWARD 
 
 If this I give 
 Should bring some pleasure to a weary soul, 
 I shall not vainly live, 
 Yet reach my goal. 
 
 If this 1 write 
 Should show the weary wanderer the way, 
 I shall not feel the night, 
 Nor cares of day. 
 
 If what I do 
 Should at the close of day be called well done 
 Though my good deeds are few, 
 1 shall have won. 
 
 If this I say 
 Should give some pleasure to the sorrowing brea^ , 
 I shall at close of day 
 Have earned my re^. 
 
 So then 1 go 
 As one who toils afield through all the day. 
 And care not what— or know 
 What is the pay. 
 
SUPPLICATION 
 
 I have spoken my word, and now I am done, 
 I care not for battles or vic5tories won; 
 Give me strength to live as bejft I may, 
 If not, let me pass unseen away. 
 
 Donohue, West Virginia. 
 
 July 13, 1909. 
 
F © e m s 
 
 BY 
 HOADLY FOSTER MADDOX 
 
TO YOU 
 
 WHO PLEASURE FIND 
 
 IN THIS WEAK VERSE OF MINE 
 
 WHO E'ER YOU ARE 
 
 WHERE E'ER YOU BE 
 
 ACCEPT THIS TOKEN FRIEND FROM ME 
 
PRELUDE 
 
 Outward upon the raging sea 
 
 Of yet unfathomed life, 
 I cast these songs of grief and glee 
 
 To mingle with the strife. 
 
 Go forth, dear idols of my heart, 
 
 Poor songs of joy and pain, 
 If you to one some joy impart 
 I have not sung in vain. 
 Kenna, W. Va. 
 July 4. 1909. 
 
ODE TO WEST VIRGINIA 
 
 West Virginia, rough and rugged. 
 Dearest state from shore to shore: 
 Thou hast been a child of glory. 
 But thy future shall be more. 
 
 Land where brooks and babbling streamlets 
 Wind their gentle course along; 
 Land where streams and wind-kissed forests 
 Sing a wild primeval song. 
 
 Oh, thy lofty sun-kissed mountains 
 Crowned in everlasting blue ! 
 Oh, thy pleasant fruitful valleys 
 Radiant, touched with silver dew ! 
 
 Land of beauty, let me linger 
 In the vales and glens that give 
 What no other land has given, 
 There forever let me live ! 
 
HYMN TO THE NIGHT 
 
 Splendor of falling day, 
 Angel of sleep; 
 
 Take thou my grief away, 
 My spirit keep. 
 
 God of forgotten cares. 
 Angel of dreams; 
 
 Steal on me uriciwares 
 
 With silent beams. 
 
 Let all forgetful be. 
 
 Dead in repose; 
 
 Best pleasure that I see 
 Or mortal knows. 
 
THE CURRENT BEARS ME ALONG 
 
 I come and I go 
 
 With the ebb and the flow 
 
 Of the great wild ocean of life, 
 
 I wonder and gaze 
 
 At the mist and the haze 
 
 And the sorrow from sin and from strife. 
 
 I loaf with my soul 
 
 While the waves 1 eap and roll 
 
 As I plod the shores that I know; 
 
 I hear a vv'ild song 
 
 As I travel along 
 
 And wonder at grief and at woe. 
 
 I cry and I weep 
 
 At the surge and the sweep 
 
 But the current bears me along, 
 
 And 1 would I could know 
 
 Of the place where I go 
 
 And the one who sings the wild song. 
 
IT NEVER HAS SEEMED SO TO ME 
 
 Sad souls may be truest 
 
 And true men the fewest 
 
 Among the wild hearted and free; 
 
 First love may be maddest 
 
 And bad men the saddest 
 
 But it never has seemed so to me. 
 
 May be that tomorrow 
 Would show a new sorrow 
 If we could look over and see; 
 And that in our gladness 
 We best have some sadness 
 But it never has seemed so to me. 
 
 May be men are better 
 
 Who follow each letter 
 
 Of customs as old as the sea; 
 
 And that it's relieving 
 
 To go about grieving 
 
 But it never has seemed so to me. 
 
 May be it is madness 
 
 To only want gladness 
 
 And live a life happy and free; 
 
 And that we do borrow 
 
 The best from our sorrow 
 
 But it never has seemed so to me. 
 
WMAT'S THE USE TO WORRY 
 
 '/ sin aiicl 
 
 Vv^hat's the use to worry 'bout the sorro\ 
 
 strife 
 That always comes; it seems to fill each nc.rrow 
 
 life? 
 When things don't go to suit you, if they must go 
 
 that a-way, 
 Why don't you snap your finger, friend, and have 
 
 no more to say ? 
 
 What's the use to worry 'bout the girl that turned 
 
 you down ? 
 You can surely find another if you'll only look 
 
 around. 
 So why don't you stop your grieving and put on 
 
 a cheerful face ? 
 Look around, you'll find a dozen just as good to 
 
 take her place. 
 
 It seems sometimes that sorrow's always on a 
 
 fellow's track, 
 But you only have to show a happy face to turn 
 
 it back. 
 So when it overtakes you, and tries to make you 
 
 sad 
 Just fall in love with life, my friend, make every- 
 ^^. body glad, 
 
DEATHLESS LOVE 
 
 What have I loved for ? 
 
 Only to suffer. 
 What have I longed for, 
 
 What shall I say ? 
 What for a love 
 
 Full of manly devotion ? 
 Love that grewr listless 
 
 And then went away ! 
 
 Dreams of the future 
 
 Pale faced and defeated; 
 Visions of happiness 
 
 Shatteted and torn; 
 What have I now 
 
 For immortal devoton ? 
 Face full of sadness, 
 
 Haggard and worn ! 
 
WHEN ENGAGED IN F<ETROSPECTION 
 
 Thoughts that fill my soul with sadness; 
 
 Thoughts of love and hope and gladness 
 
 That one time, with quickened heart-throb made 
 
 me dream of better days; 
 When engaged in retrospection 
 Bring back to my recollection 
 Visions that sometimes are hidden in a dim and 
 
 mystic haze. 
 
 Dreams of youth are only visions 
 
 And too often without reasons 
 
 We may hope to gain a trearures that can never 
 
 be our lot; 
 And of air we build a castle 
 But like lord without a vassal 
 We appear to be somebody who at heart we 
 
 know we're not. 
 
 When we see the dream's not real 
 
 More than any time we feel 
 
 It ought to be, and curse ourselves because we 
 
 know^ it's not. 
 All the world then seems so cruel 
 Every day sees some renewal 
 Of the dreams no longer treasured and which 
 
 cannot be forgot. 
 
Then the soul so filled with sadness 
 
 Kindred to approaching madness 
 
 Breaks the cruel chains that bind it and at last 
 
 goes out alone. 
 And perhaps upon life's ocean 
 Full of struggle, strife and motion 
 It may find a hidden treasure e'er it seeks it's 
 
 final home. 
 
O CURSED BE THE SMILE THAT 
 ALLURED ME 
 
 O cursed be the smile that allured me, 
 And cursed be the kisses she gave; 
 My soul that was free when she found me 
 Is now in my passion a slave ! 
 
 O now a vile hatred fills me, 
 For love from my soul her v/ords rend; 
 O cursed be the lips that have told me 
 That I have been only a friend ! 
 
 Let me flee from the scenes of my sorrow; 
 But whither, what can 1 do 
 To forget her face and her falseness ? 
 O cursed be a lover untrue ! 
 
TO A SICK GIRL 
 
 O falr-co-neci creature of loveliness 
 My heart doth grieve to see thee suffer so, 
 A grief deep-seated in the purer love-springs 
 Of mine own soul; one that no one can know. 
 
 Dew-sparkling angel of purity and love, 
 Whom heaven s flower-scented winds do kiss 
 With joy, and linger to play upon thy brow, 
 And fan thy mellow tresses in its bliss ! 
 
 O rippling river of joy and peace and love 
 Whose silvery waves do lash the shor'^s of grief 
 Ar 1 cl'-own the fretful fiends of sorrow, all ! 
 O roi.e lipped daughter, who dost bring relief ! 
 
 O sun of love, who sendeth thy eternal beams 
 Of purity alike on all thernrth; 
 Brightening dead hearts, tiry tender moons. 
 Who also gloriiy thy priceless v/orlh ! 
 
 O saH^ennc innocence! Myhenrt (i.'.'i '.'-cJ 
 To see thee v/racked with pains; 
 Angel of hope, my love I send to tri^3 
 In saddest, tenderest, strains. 
 
WHEN I AM DEAD 
 
 Vvlien i am dead and gone 
 Let no one mourn that I have passed away; 
 
 Let not a tear be shed, 
 It v/ould not soothe or bless my hfeless clay. 
 
 And let no sorrow be, 
 Sing songs of joy and richest blessings give; 
 
 Lo\'e would be useless then, 
 I only want your love now, while I live. 
 
 And let no stone be raised 
 So men may see and know my last repose; 
 
 Let grass grow on rriy grave 
 And plant above my he ad a plain red rose. 
 
 Then if some friend should come 
 And tenderly caress it in his glee, 
 
 I would not see or know 
 And all unknowing he would fondle me. 
 
NADINE 
 
 All pleasure would be naught me. 
 At least the world would seem 
 A dreary waste of land and sea 
 If I should hear no word from thee, 
 Thou subject of my dream, 
 Nadine, Nadine ! 
 
 No more the wind a song would sing 
 Or trcjes with music teem; 
 The verdant freshness of the spring 
 No more to me a joy would bring 
 Without love's idle drecun 
 Nadine, Nadine ! 
 
SONG OF JOY 
 
 Many a man has loved and lost, 
 Many a woman has sighed; 
 Many a flower blighted by frost, 
 Has withered away and died, 
 But never a thing but good has come, 
 Nevsr a bat!:ie but right has won, 
 Nothing has happened under the sun 
 But some good came in the end. 
 
 Many a man given up to despair, 
 
 Mas said he could do no more; 
 
 Many a man who has questioned where, 
 
 I las pains for his labor bore; 
 
 But never a question in vain was ask. 
 
 Never a bad deed in the past, 
 
 Never a life but at the last 
 
 Was tragic as all the rest. 
 
 Many a hero has died unknown, 
 
 Many a song's unsung; 
 
 Many a time has crimson flown 
 
 From hearts that were tender and young; 
 
 But never a thing but good has come. 
 
 Never a battle but right has won, 
 
 Nothing has happened under the sun 
 
 But some good came in th.e end. 
 
SOME FRIEND IS ALWAYS NEAR ME 
 
 Not an ear is near 
 
 In the forest here, 
 
 Save a bird to yon maple clinging; 
 
 Not a sound is heard 
 
 Not a noise or word 
 
 Save the song that the the bird is singing. 
 
 But the spirit here 
 
 In the forest drear, 
 
 From afar brings some old friends near me; 
 
 On the quiet air 
 
 From I know not where 
 
 They have come, and they gladly cheer me. 
 
TO THE MOONSHINERS 
 
 i do not wish my country ill 
 
 Or bless the men that skin her, 
 
 But then there's some I always will 
 
 R.espect, who work ag'in her; 
 
 So leavin' out the ones that let 
 
 Their villainy malign her, 
 
 There's some that earn all that they get, 
 
 Includin' the moonshiner. 
 
 So here's to you, you dirty rascals, you're a host 
 
 in any clime; 
 Some may choose a bonded toddy, but give me 
 
 a straight moonshine. 
 And when I get your bug-juice I'll be careful 
 
 what I do, 
 'Cause I've known a lot of fellers shoot a dam* 
 
 sight worse than you. 
 
 I've seen you grow your eight rowed white 
 
 In hollow or on hillside 
 
 And j'pack it somewhere out of sight. 
 
 Off to your lonely still-hide; 
 
 But never cared to share your lot. 
 
 For it's hardship and worry:- 
 
 You've earned all that you ever got 
 
 And may lose in a hurry. 
 
So here's to you, you dirty devils, you're outlaws 
 
 I know, but then, 
 With all the odds ag'in ye, still it seems to me 
 
 your'e men; 
 You're felons and you're robbers, and boose- 
 
 histers— may be— too. 
 But I've seen a lot of fellers drink a dam. sight 
 
 worse than you. 
 
 I've seen the sneakin' reven'oos 
 
 Hang round his humble cabin. 
 
 And drink his sweet blind-tiger boose 
 
 Until his chance to nab 'im; 
 
 Now if the country'd act this way 
 
 To stop the cursed boosin*, 
 
 It would not have so much to pay. 
 
 For the small sum it's loosin* 
 
 So here's to you, you dirty devils, at your homes 
 or in the pen; 
 
 You're ignorant, wild and woolly, still to me 
 you're fir^-class men, 
 
 You're mean, we know you done it, you your- 
 selves said it was true, 
 
 But others skin the country a dam' sight worse 
 than you. 
 
TO MY FIRST LOVE 
 
 Beloved amid the pain and strife 
 That crowds around to fill me; 
 Thou art the sunshine of my life 
 Thy words with music thrill me. 
 
 What care I for the thoughts of men 
 Whose words I must remember, 
 What cared I for another then 
 That clasp my hand so tender ! 
 
 My thoughts are all of you, my love 
 Of you, dear, and no other; 
 My life will be like that above 
 If you will be my lover ! 
 
HOW TO LOVE AND FORGET 
 
 I have loved you — and blessed you 
 And madly caressed you 
 And you swore you would never forget- 
 Was true to you — sang songs to you 
 And you blessed the day that we met. 
 
 But my joy — and my gladness 
 
 Now is grief — now is sadness 
 
 And I know 1 can never forget 
 
 And the treasure — that brought pleasure 
 
 Now fills me with pain and regret. 
 
FAREWELL 
 O tnou, whose charms and magic art 
 Have made my bosom swell 
 With love that never will depart 
 While life shall last-Farewell ! 
 And if no more your face I see — 
 Forget 1 never will — 
 Wilt thou, my love, remember me 
 As one who loves thee still ! 
 
FOR JESUS' SAKE SIT DOWN 
 
 It's seldom that i ever go, 
 
 To hear a preacher preach; 
 'Cause by this time I almost know 
 
 All that they wish to teach: 
 But one part of the services 
 
 1 always like to hear— 
 It never Blis my soul with awe 
 
 Or melts my heart with fear:— 
 That's when v/e all stand up to pray 
 
 And soon v/ill roll around, 
 The time you hear the preacher say, 
 
 " For jesus' sake sake, sit down. " 
 
INCONSTANCY 
 
 I will not care so much for thee— 
 Since 'tis thy wish--my love has flown . 
 If not unbounded full and free 
 I do not care thy love to own. 
 'Tis not thy beauty, known too well 
 That made love follow in thy wake; 
 Can there be need for me to tell 
 That I have loved for love's own sake ? 
 I know full well 'tis fault of mine 
 That I have loved, O cruel fate ! 
 And this inconstancy of thine 
 I now have felt, alas too late ! 
 The heart that true love does not know 
 I would have kept all for my own; 
 To give alike to friend and foe 
 But you have seeds of hatred sown. 
 I would not care if thou hadst been 
 A friend-and loved for friendship's sake. 
 To lose thy love could never then 
 A heart so wild, yet tender break. 
 My life would be without regret 
 Could I but think of thee no more ! 
 Undying love does not forget 
 But lingers still forevermore ! 
 
TO A VIRGINIA MAIDEN 
 
 Sweet maiden, fair— 
 Thy beauty rare— 
 Thy eyes divinely dear; 
 
 Thy lovely heart- 
 Will e'er impart— 
 Joy, goodness, love and cheer. 
 
 Sweet beam of light- 
 To me thy sight- 
 Like light is to the day; 
 
 Reluctant thought- 
 Painfully wrought- 
 If thou shouldst go away. 
 
THE THINGS WE NEVER DO 
 
 It never seems so hard to nie to do things when 
 
 they're done; 
 It never seems so hard to v/in a treasure when 
 
 it's won; 
 It all is worth the effort, if we conqueror we fall, 
 But doing things we never done is easiest of all. 
 
 I never saw a joy in life I did not wish to get; 
 I never loved a lady that I wish I could forget; 
 I never saw a sorrow, but it made me wish for fun. 
 But battles that I never fought are greatest that 
 I've won. 
 
 No time is ever half so glad as when your w^ork 
 
 is through. 
 For what you always want the most is what you 
 
 cannot do; 
 And battles that are never fought are greatest 
 
 battles won, 
 And things we never do at all are greatest we 
 
 have done. 
 
I never made a failure but I planned for some- 
 thing great; 
 
 1 never felt a gladness but it came a little late; 
 
 Most all the joy of living, and the greatest good 
 it seems, 
 
 Has never come from work I've done, but from 
 my wildest dreams. 
 
 The greatest of all victories are won from some 
 
 defeat; 
 In minds of conquered soldiers, fighting still, tho* 
 
 in retreat; 
 The wildest of ideas come at last to be the true, 
 And we find the greatest pleasure in the things 
 
 we never do. 
 
THE TREE AND THE MAN 
 
 " Hark ! " said a tree to a spirit. 
 Glad underneath its cool shade;- 
 " What of the dews of the morning ? 
 What of the storms of the glade ? " 
 
 Then spoke the man full of wisdom;- 
 " Creatures of God are at strife, 
 What proves to one thing a blessing 
 Takes from the other its life. " 
 
ORA E SEMPRE 
 
 The world would be brighter, 
 
 Earth's cares would be lighter 
 
 And I would be happy, I ween; 
 
 For all of my sadness 
 
 Would turn into gladness, 
 
 If you would but love me, Nadine ! 
 
 Tis true that all sorrow 
 
 Would leave by to-morrow 
 
 If you would be all that you seem; 
 
 will you not love me ? 
 By God who's above me 
 
 1 always will love you, Nadine ! 
 
WMAT ART THOU MAN 
 
 What art thou man, that thou shouldst cry and 
 
 boast, 
 And pray to other powers thou dost not know ? 
 Thou art the same as all the countless hosts 
 That live and love and wonder where they go. 
 
 Why strive to own the world, my friend > 
 
 Tis greed. 
 Or sing thy praise abroad ? O idle breath ! 
 It were as well that thou of this were freed 
 For life is but a compromise with death. 
 
 Why boast of victory from cruel strife ? 
 Death is the same to all from pole to pole; 
 if not the opening to a better life, 
 Tis rest at least for many a w^eary soul. 
 
TO WALT WHITMAN 
 
 He lived when all around was striie and hate 
 And sang his songs of peace and love suhlimc ; 
 A child of chance and change that cruel fate 
 Let live a thousand years before his time. 
 He loved the world and sang naught but to praise 
 All things that nature done, to Kim, were right, 
 Where sorrow cast her subtle, sick'ning rays 
 He came with joy and peace and love and light. 
 He taught the kinship of all things below; 
 A mighty man, whose songs have given birth 
 To trust and faith in powers man cannot know 
 And drove vile superstition from the earth. 
 His life was noble brave and free from shame, 
 Too good for man to praise or God to blame. 
 
A PRIMA VISTA 
 
 A star shot down from the heavens, 
 The moon looked calmly on; 
 It filled the sky with its glory, 
 But soon the star was gone. 
 
 A rose grew up in the valley. 
 Faded and withered away; 
 It greeted the morn with is fragrance, 
 But died e'er close of day. 
 
 The visions bright of my childhood 
 That filled my soul with light 
 Grew dim like ships on the ocean 
 Then faded forever from sight. 
 
 Too often things that are sweetest 
 First wither and fade away; 
 Too often things that are sweetest. 
 Are first ones to decav. 
 
A FAREWELL 
 
 Farewell, thou hast left me 
 
 In sorrow and tears; 
 My mind will not leav*^ thee 
 
 Through long dismal years. 
 Would I could forget thee ! 
 
 Why am I so sad ? 
 Your memory grieves me, 
 
 How can I be glad ? 
 
 *Tis not at the parting 
 
 I mourn, glad I go; 
 Ne'er shall I stop dreaming, 
 
 1 love you, you know; 
 You do not care for me, 
 
 What else can 1 do ? 
 You played on my fancy. 
 
 Your love was not true. 
 
WHAT MAKES A LIFE THE BEST OF ALL 
 
 What makes a life the best of all, 
 
 What fills a life with glory ? 
 What makes the life of every one 
 
 A glad and charming story ? 
 Be it young as the morning sun. 
 
 Or slowed by age and sadness; 
 What makes it leap like cataracts, 
 
 And roll away in gladness? 
 
 What makes man clasp his fellows hand 
 
 And say he's glad to see him ? 
 What makes man pity one who toils 
 
 In vain, and try to free him ? 
 Be he of his own ken and blood, 
 
 Or changed by things around him; 
 What makes man fight with all his might 
 
 For truth, if truth has found him ? 
 
 What makes man build a mansion grand. 
 
 Or lowly hut to live in ? 
 What makes man strive to niake the best. 
 
 Of powers that God has give him ? 
 Be it to shelter him from cold, 
 
 Or is the cause some other ? 
 What makes man call another man 
 
 His comrade, friend or brother ? 
 
What makes man say the world is good 
 
 And pray to something better ? 
 What freed the world from dogmas old, 
 
 From shackles chain and fetter ? 
 What makes man noble, brave and true. 
 
 Glad that no sod's above him 7 
 'Cause good or bad and high or low, 
 
 He has some one to love him. 
 
LOOKING FORWARD 
 
 The time shall come when men— 
 No more with sword or pen- 
 Each other will engage 
 
 In deadly strife, 
 
 And when each life 
 
 Will so be held. 
 That all will feel that all is well. 
 When death at last shall toll the knell. 
 
 On earth the Lord shall dwell- 
 All human hearts will swell- 
 Filled with this love divine, 
 
 And all men freed 
 
 From cruel greed 
 
 And pomp and pride, 
 Will ask not what shall be the pay. 
 But know the heart will lead the way. 
 
HELP ME FORGET 
 
 Blow, wild north wind— blow wilder-wilder yet ! 
 
 Strike on my sturdy brow ! 
 
 Blow me a song, and help me to forget 
 
 The sorrow that o'erwhelms me now ! 
 
 Wild-wilder-blow thy song I O take away 
 All thoughts of one I knew I 
 She loved me— yes— she loved me for a day; 
 Her love was never true I 
 
I USED TO BE IN A COLLEGE ONCE 
 
 I used to be in a college once with a pony under 
 
 my arm, 
 But now I carry a spade or hoe out on my father's 
 
 farm, 
 A farmer's life is the freest, but callege life is the 
 
 best, 
 For Todd and Lively and Mac were there— 
 And Tedd^^ and Lawrence and Father were there- 
 And Lizzy and Texie and Ethel were there— 
 And dearer than all the rest . 
 
 That is what they were known as, boys and girls 
 
 and all; 
 That is the way we would speak to them, these 
 
 are the names we would call. 
 Life like that is the happiest; life was then at its 
 
 best; 
 For Devil and Bud and Doc were there— 
 And Freely and Billy and Fuzzy were there— 
 And Sally and Sister and Widow were there— 
 And dearer than all the rest . 
 
These aie some that were friends there, these 
 
 are the names of the gang. 
 Happy the days spent together, sweet were the 
 
 songs we sang. 
 Lif*^ was then full of gladness, life was then at 
 
 its best, 
 For Duckey and Petie and Jack were there- 
 And Charley and Daddy and Stell were there- 
 And Hattie and Dell and Phil were there- 
 And dearer than all the rest . 
 
A SAILOR BOY'S SONG 
 
 To-night I lay on a bed of pain 
 To-morrow no light will I see; 
 The wind will blow, but he'll come and go 
 Without bringing a word from thee. 
 
 The days seem years, and the nights are long. 
 The wild wind sings still of thee; 
 When work is through, then I'll dream of you 
 On the other side of the sea. 
 
 Good-night, dear heart, your sweet face I see, 
 When fierce and wild the sea raves; 
 ril dream of you, with a love that's true. 
 When rocked to sleep by the waves. 
 
TO MARGARETE 
 
 Fair maid, whose tender words and welcome 
 
 smile 
 Has often driven sorrow far away, 
 And shortened many a dark and dreary mile 
 Of life's uneven and wreck-strewn way, 
 For all the joy that you have given me 
 And all that thoughts of you shall still impart. 
 As friend loves friend, 1 haply send to thee 
 Love that shall ever linger in my heart. 
 
REGRET 
 
 Deep in the hollow of the wood 
 Strange voices speak in solitude 
 Of manJy things 1 vainly would 
 Forget. 
 
 And down beside the surging sea 
 Or any where 1 chance to be 
 These silent voices speak to me 
 Of one I love. 
 
 The fault was mine, I am to blame 
 And now my soul is filled with shame 
 When 1 but think oi hear the name 
 Of one 1 love. 
 
1 AM A CHILD OF GOD 
 
 I am a child of God; 
 
 By this I mean 
 
 I am a child of strife and sin 
 
 And know not why 1 am 
 
 Or what I may have been. 
 
 I am a child of God; 
 
 By this I mean 
 
 As good and bad as any man 
 
 Made from I know not what 
 
 By natures endless plan. 
 
 I am a child of God; 
 By this I mean 
 I am a part of all I see, 
 Of all that is or was 
 And all that e'er shall be. 
 
MEDITATION 
 
 Oft in the dead of night 
 E'er sleep has come to soothe the weary eyes. 
 And bring rest to my weary tireworn soul 
 That is cast down and sad and melancholy 
 Because some treasured hope or aspiration 
 Has been destroyed, 
 Or some ideal has been swept away 
 By new truths that untiring labor found 
 Hidden in the dark recesses of the world; 
 To be picked up by those 
 Who love to live and search and suffer 
 To solve the mysteries of one 
 Who made all things, imperfect as they are 
 And in whose presence we 
 Are like a bubble on the great w^ild sea — 
 Tossed and torn by the angry waves 
 Until its day is past. 
 And then goes back to be 
 The same it was before it ran its narrow course. 
 
 And in the moments. 
 Full of sadness and despair 
 1 look up to the great black veil 
 
That overhangs the world 
 
 And try to find some light or comfort. 
 
 Or something to explain 
 
 Why men should live and love and hope 
 
 And not attain what they most wish; 
 
 But all the things without 
 
 Do not send back an answer 
 
 To the questions that I ask. 
 
 But from within 1 hear 
 A voice, still and serene as an autumn forest 
 With no wild wind or gentle gu st 
 To make a rustle in the naked branches 
 Of the tall and melancholy trees- 
 Or the myriad colored leaves 
 That lie dead and lifeless on the cold black earth. 
 
 And from 
 This tongueless mouth there comes 
 Words that console and cheer 
 And cause me to forget the cruelties of life 
 And feel that after all 'tis best 
 That things are as they are. 
 
LAPSUS CALAMI 
 
 Nor could one ever love so much 
 
 And suffer so much anguish; 
 
 Dark seems the day, and cold the touch. 
 
 Indeed the heart doth languish; 
 
 Nor will your fair face leave mind. 
 
 Effaced by gay disguising; 
 
 But that a thought will bring it back 
 
 Unchanged by natures prizing. 
 
 Cannot you tell, 
 
 Know not you well— 
 
 O dear one ! that I love thee ? 
 
AN ANSWER 
 
 A ship upon a storm-tossed sea 
 Bound for a land — the land to be 
 Where pain and pleasure both are oue- 
 A land of rest — when life is done. 
 
 A ship upon a placid bay 
 Bound for a land — far, far away 
 Of pain or joy ? O idle breath — 
 A blissful land — the land of death. 
 
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