Ci^ "This world is glorious! and love its keynote." WOMAN'S SOUL. SONNETS, ODES and SONGS BY WlLHELM BeNIGNUS, -•"••.••••-•^••••~«~«~a ^^ .^^^.3 COPYRIGHT. 1913. WASHINGTON. D.C By WILHELM BENIGNUS. Printed by MAX SCHMETTERLING. 344 Bowery, New York City. The fine plales for 24 of the illustrations were made by the F. A. RINGLER CO., 26-28 Park Place and 2|-.23 Barclay Street. New York City. The plate* for pages I, 36. 38. 42, 44. 48 were made by WM. A. MAC LAUGHUN in Allanlic City, N. J. A343782 WOMAN'S Soul POEMS DEDICATED TO d> "Gentle she is, but strong in affection, and for the right she fights with might.' WILHELM BENIGNUS, Author of "Dichtungen", "Weltstromlieder", "Stimmen der Wasser", "Freiheitshelden", "In alle Ewigkeit", "Allvaters Kind", "Frauenseelen", "Lieder eines Pilgers" and "Woman's Soul". "To touch the depths of the heart, to lend to the spirit wings with a song that soars and sings — ah, this is ait I" <..»..»■■». DEDICATED as a whole to American Women and in particular to THE SOULS beautiful and noble, lovely and admirable, whose praises and virtues my star-jewelled lyre of heart gold sounds jubilantly ** in this book. »~«..«..»..»M»ra»M^ ■ •••~« •••••••••••■.•..•..•»• PRELUDE. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ••••••••••••••••• I. SONNETS. FAIRY FLOWERS Prelude. PON a fairy garden smiles the sun, where charming souls as flowers nod and beam in splendours like a paradisal dream, where silver brooks thru emerald meadows run. The purest joys from these sweet souls 1 won. But as they all to me so lovely seem, all sparkling in my admiration's gleam» how could I give the preference to one? How could I crown the lily, when the rose deserves the prize as w^ell? How not inclose the violet in my song, on praises bent? I love them all. I drink their beauty in. And if thereby my sounding lyre can w^in their dear approval, 1 am well content. THE AMERICAN WOMAN. "Gentle she is, but strong in affection, and for the right she fights with might." T HE road to Light and Happiness you seek,- away from darkness, ignorance and wrong of cruel, crushing tyranny, so long the portion of all women humble, meek. You are rewarded! You are no more weak, for all the rights that men have, now belong to you in full. Thru freedom's spirit strong you win success and climb the highest peak. And men, in truth, by no means badly fare if you with zeal and vigor take a hand in governing this land by women's votes. Injustice, beaten, flees and no more gloats. You rule so wisely, with a magic wand, so womanly, with loving heart and care. <^c>xxr^ Morning Call. 1 OU studied well the characters of men, you "gauged" them, too, not only "by the way", but I believe there are some men that may pass review honorably before your pen. We must indeed condemn the ingrates, when thoy do behave like brutes and cannot stay their ugly tempers, when they want to play the growling bear. Myself, I kick them then. They are to blame when women lose their looks. They just want wives to serve them and be cooks, consideration seems to them unknown. Meek woman has a long time been a slave. Up in revolt now rise all women brave, all o'er the world their war device is shown: "Stand fast, ye suffragettes!" •"♦•••■■»■■• " % ••■•••••••••••••••< ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••*•■ ••••••••••••••-•"•••••••••••••• I This world is glorious! and love its keynote." • t^^^^ 11 I HIS world is glorious! and love, not hate, its keynote. But the jewel of which I sing, a shimmering pearl, yea, a most priceless thing, your soul is, Blanche, so kind, compassionate. Fair Poetess, the silver stars we see, the fluttering moonbeams w^ith, an argent glow^, the breaking surf waves with a bright rainbow give greetings by the murmuring sea to thee. When from the woodland depths with songs of May, accompanied by birds and all things gay, Spring offers you primroses, violets — flowers; when merry robms sing and blossom showers from branches snow, caressing cheeks and hands, then Earth looks like a dream from wonderlands. »ll«»»»t«lt»«««««»»»»«tt«ltl« »■» ■»■■■«■»»■» ■■» » ■ » ■ » •■■■■■i»» FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE. ■ «■««»«»- ■ >••»«»«»■ »»■»«»»■>« 13 FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE. V>/F noble women known to me I praise you, Florence, with a rushing sound of chords, and with my hymn cherubical I raise loud echoes which, approving, God retorts. For you stood unafraid and face to face *gainst bloody horrors midst grim War's cohorts, an angel of great mercy to the race of humans, with a service like the Lord's. world, awake! Let wars of nations cease! And **Cain and Abel" no more be your play! Enough of blood, of murderous, foolish fray! 1 hear her sing, the nightingale of Peace! The sounds float by so mellow, yet so strong — like the cadenza of a seraph's song. 1S39— 1911 Photo taken 1S7. ^^i-^ BELLA. A soul-tune to the memory of the fair lady ."hose favorite music was Robert Schumann's "Traumerei . W AVES, purling from the God of Music's lyre, enchanted you. A butterfly, you flew from flow'r to flow'r in young days, when the dew on petals gleamed, sweet honey your desire. But now^ J'^our heart's flame burns with tranquil fire, and like a meadow pond wherein the blue still sky and willows mirror themselves new, your thoughts are turning to the past, entire. Around these waters grow dream's fragrant flow'rs adorned with drops from fountains' pearly show'rs, each drop a glistening, clear and holy tear. And thru the "Traeumerei" of flowers fine floats full and high a melody divine like angel voices from a happier sphere. .«»«-»..«.^..>..,..a..y JENNY LIND. 1820—1887 JENNY LIND. j\IND Nature gave to you, o songstress dear, the throat of thrush, the voice of nightingale which goldenly, in perfect tones and clear, rings with most soulful sounds thru wood and vale. America still tells of you this tale: When in old Castle Garden men did hear you, glorious songbird from far Sweden's dale, you touched all hearts, drew many a sacred tear. That time New York half forest w^as and fen, when thru the "Garden" waves of music rolled and swelled and flowed victoriously along. Remembered are you yet by hale, old men, and when they speak of you they say that gold your heart was too, — not only gold your song. »■»»■»»»■■■>»»»»•»>■■■» »»»•■»■»■■■»»»■»»; -^TT- :cf>^<^^^ ::^>'-<^^^=^ ^ ■ v- ^ :x- t ■ »«■>■■■■■■ >»»»»»»»■»»»»■■»»■■»*■■»« ^>- -^-^:<^^v ^?^. ^/C r'n. »»»■»»»»■«»»»■■«»»«»»»«>»»>»>>»»>»«»»»«»»»»»»»»»»»»»»» 10 — JULIA. W ELL have you done, o Julia, your part, for, sacrificing much in your best years, when life most bright, desirable appears, you did your duty whole, with all your heart. Your duty to your parents, till the dart of the destroyer struck them and your tears flowed hotly from the woe that wounds and sears, till time with, soothing balsam heals the smart! Such filial love I seldom saw before, such uncomplaining serving all the while, such tender nursing and such bearing brave. Before God's throne, where victors' banners wave, high deeds recorded are, love without guile, but of a truer love there is no lore. #••••••••••••••«••••••••••• >•••••»••••••••• •••••••••••••••' m VIOLET. 21 VIOLET. \J SWEET and modest violets, you grow in woodland places, under hedges where cool shadows linger and fresh brooklets flow and busy is a nestling lovebird pair. High o'er the green and shimmering world below v/hite cloudlets sail in blue, transparent air, and whispering zephyrs gather from your row spring fragrances for fairies, violets fair. A pair of ardent lovers passes by, when gay the maid espies you and steps nigh and joyfully exclaims: "How sweet they are!" The lover smiles and plucks for her a few. "Darling," — he fondles — , "what you say is true, but you are sweeter, Violet, by far." M M ■«a,.«_«.^..«..«..«..«-»«« •>i^t=^K^ :>st;|=^K. ^>i^f=g^K. C-'^-t^^K- ••"•••»■-•••••■••••■■•■••■-•"». .•...•...•..•..•.,«. •-••••"•-I ?<^D i-«..*_«-«. i...«„a«*"«"«"*"*"«-*'-e-*"«~«~«-'«-^"*--«"«-'«"*-«»«. NELLIE. Vivacious Nellie, when old winter makes his exit and young Spring with vernal goods moves in victorious, then your joy is such that blossoms sprout and birds sing in delight. Your eyes are of the liquid brown of lakes that sparkle in New Jersey's cedar woods, and your dear husband, who admires them much, therein his image finds full glorified. With Mildred mild, — a lily in your care — , you w^ait for him w^ith love profound and rare when home from work he comes at end of day. You greet him like the sun's glad beam in May with w^arm embrace of welcome and a kiss — to live like this on earth is heavenly bliss. «»»»»»»»»»•>»»»»■»»»•■»■»■* ■ »«»■■■■«»■«■■■••■« j^^^^^^^^^^H^^^^^^^ '^^^^^^■:l ^^^^B '^^^^^^^^^^^^K^ '^ ^^^V^ ■-=? ^^^ ^m t^ 1912 ■•■»■«•»»«««»»»»«»»,,,,, , , ,,, »»»««»««■«»»»«»»»■«»»» rj?: F A N N i E. • *»»••»•*♦'»■•»•>«« — »»■»■»»»»»-»•»» » »»»«»»»»»»»»»»»»»» FANNIE. J\ SPRIGHTLY fairy from the woods' realms, with words that from your heart's pure well did rise, so walked you once quite near at me at the sea, where on the "Boardwalk " streamed the Easter throng. Like sunlight w^hich enlivens, yet becalms, danced golden lights in your brown topaz eyes. Your lips tw^o cherries. When you spoke to me I seemed to hear a spring bird's tw^ittering song. You dwell in heavens, w^here soft music flows w^hen you, with deft art, play the violin, enrapture people, hold them in a trance. Your soulful, charming music does enhance your sweetness with a skybright rainbow sheen and draws to you my heart in friendship close. «■»»»■»•■■■■*■■■»•■■■■■■■■■■*' • •■»■»»■•»■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ^i^s^fl I ••••••••••»«»■■> •■• m • » m • • • m ■■»■>■ GAZELLA AND ELLY. JjLISS reigns in June short as a dream, soon gone, when under rose bowers happy lovers walk, while birds carol, of sweetest secrets talk — but I lived here in solitude, alone. Then entered you my house — a joyous pair of summer fairies which a perfumed breeze brought from the strand of far Hesperides where flowers Elysian scent the balmy air. Your presence glad transformed the place to me into a villa by some southward sea with flow^er gardens, fountains, peristyles. When now^ I see in June on gauzy wings gay butterflies, my dream on wanderings finds you, dear friends, on yon far, smiling isles. AtlanlicCity, N. J„ June the 16th, 1912. ■ ■•••♦•'♦••••••» • • •'•■■ ^:M=^±s ■ •■•■« • »»«■•■■ ■ » ■' < i « • •'♦♦'• •»•■* »-» • » • • ■■• »■«-»•>»»•»■< "She walks, a wood - n > r-.pr. with her souls choice arrr. ; r. :-. r: '••••••••••• *.«.«..«„«._«.. ■»—-♦-♦■♦-«—«.-».♦■♦.♦.♦, ♦■^■ ♦ ■■« . ..... ■ » ■- ■ .« « « >»«»««»»«»«»»j 20 i RESH like a rose in morn, a dear surprise is Phyllis. E'en the Muses radiate no sweeter charms the heart to satiate than she who, fair and young, with them in graces vies. Hark! Hark! glad larks soar up to heaven's gate and sing their hj'^mn of praise the while they rise. The Marybuds all ope' their golden eyes and every flow'r around greets friend and meadow mate. She dreams: she owns in Paradise a hut, and in green woods on glade with sunlight warm she walks, a w^ood nymph, with her soul's choice arm in arm. "My dew-fresh rose, my blue forget-me-not, my jewel, my joy! I love you, dear Phyllis!" her lover says and seals her red lips with a kiss. "Waterbury, Conn., August 3, 1912. m^ t «t»»- »■»■«■■> *■'» •»•••• »■•-•-•-•■■•-•- »"•-•-»-••-•»*■•• »-•-•■••-•■••-•-•-•»•-•-•»••••-•-•-•-• tS^^ i ^>K,= al EMMY. Y OU think of olden times in leisure hours when wild and free you roamed thru vale and wood. The language of the birds you understood, of brooks, of winds rustling thru leafy bow'rs. Such memories select are spirit food, in life's drear desert is their manna ours. A green oasis, bright with palms and flow'rs, they put the soul again in happier mood. True consolation e'er is Music's art to you, when longings seize the restless heart. On wings of sound comes Peace then, God's white dove. You gather strength and courage from the past. A mother, brothers, sisters and, not last, husband and children bear you precious love. ••■•••■••••••••' ^!Sa(m.^ ■••••■••••••• ••"•■••■••••••••• »"•-•-••••-•" S A H A R E T. From photograph by Georg Gerlach & Co.. Berlin, Geimany. •-•-•••••••-••^•••-•- CLARISSA— MADAME SAHARET, "Queen of Dancers". A BREEZE from far celestial regions brought you down to us, the Earth Star to adorn with beauty, radiant as the roseate morn, and with your art, so natural, unsought. Your dance, Terpsichore: a divine thought embodied, and of all that's sensual shorn, soon whirls with strength of hurricane, inborn, soon floats like dow^n by gentle breezes caught. You are embodied Beauty, Passion, Charm, Grace, Loveliness — all are in you combined; high soul, proud spirit are of you a part. I offer you a red rose, colour-warm, ideal dancer, soulful and refined. I give to you the laurel due your art. \ ~ ♦^: — 35 — ILKA. p Song. p I RUE love flows deep as a river flows. But "love" means many a thing! It can be compared to a floating rose which the waves to the deep sea swing. Love leads you sometimes to sunlit skies where in glory redeemed souls dwell; it brings you to regions where painwrung cries of lost souls ring thru hell. The dewdrop trembles, a sparkling gem, in the purple flower's chalice, and a sunbeam, which from heaven came, drinks it hotly, — that's love! — with a kiss. But the love that alone will a long while last I compare to a crystal lake w^herein purest pearls of a happy past their rest at the bottom take. And a shiminer deep dow^n from its golden sands meets fondly the soft moonbeams, while with lilies white in their spirit hands on the shore walk our wishes and dreams. And their eyes are turned with a sudden start to the treasures there, hidden long, and they sing with sighs that could break your heart of lost love a sad, sad song. • *»•••• ■■■'• ■•-•■••- ^^ ^s^ •<-« » » » O 3 99 3 CO c \ fvV^y <".3J ■ » » » » >»'«'«'» ■•■ " »■ «■ »- -•—•—•—•—•- t « ■ « » DANTE and BEATRICE. i^N wings of thought did Dante's fancy fly; so wildly pulsed his heart that with his hand he tried to ease its too tumultuous beat when Beatrice, imperious, passed by. His destiny she was and from on high the magnet drawing him to God's own land where happy spirits, saints and angels meet and w^here the mansions of the Master lie. Her spirit ordered Virgil, brave and w^ise, to lead him w^here infernal regions bear torments as fruits and pains and sufferings dire. Thru heavens nine to God's far Paradise she helped and led, a gentle guide and dear, her poet lover, him of strong desire. DR I ;ji) THE YELLOW ROSE and THE WHITE ROSE. A SOUL-TUNE to Dante Alighieri's 'Paradise". 1 HE Yellow Rose delicious odors brings to Him, the Light, and folks in garments white on widespread leaves assemble. Truth and Right reign here supreme in plenitude of things. The soldiery of saints on golden wings, their bodies white as snow, their faces bright as living flames, like swarm of bees in flight around the great White Love-Rose wheels and swings. Some fly like troops of doves in circles wide, then on the flower's benches they alight, dispensing of the peace, and fan their flanks. While "Holy! Holy! Holy!" ring their thanks, in harmony their glad Hosannas rise, chimes in the chant the whole of Paradise. DANTE ALIGHIERL 41 Dante Alighieri. HE SANG OF DEEPEST HELL AND HIGHEST HEAVEN. »-•-•■■•■•••••• ••"••••- *..»..♦..■•.-•« •.>».^.'«..»<.'l > z n n c > > 3 a. r > c > > -•-•-•••• •-■• t^ -i^^' '•••••-•"•-••••••••■••■••■••■••••■••••••■•■••■ -•"•-••■•-•-•.■I »-•••••••■■••■ 4H FRANCESCO PETRARCA and LAURA DE SADE. J^HE prayed, — amongst the Lord's vast retinue of saints, Maria, sinless — , when you came and saw her humbly kneeling at the shrine. Her sight your soul w^ith bliss there did imbue. With eyes like clear blue skies she looked at you, enkindling in your heart the holy flame w^hich in your songs, enamoured, e'er does shine — the flame of your pure love, so strong and true. Your lyre her praises sounded and you sang of Laura's voice, so angelic and mild, and of her sunny, golden hair's halo. And since the time your songs of Laura rang and deified her beauty undefiled, they sound from pole to pole in soft echo. .•..•.•..•..•^•^•..•..•.•..•..•~a..»~»~*~«>»~«~«>c-»-*~»~*»*~»>^»»~*~*~«-*~*»«-*"«"»~a •*»•" •-•-••••-••••-a ••.•,. •^•..•..•^«„»^a MONA LISA— LA GIOCONDA. W ITH brilliant skill, of which but masters can rightfully boast, Da Vinci fixed in eyes and curves of lips the mystic smile which span gold threads of love from Earth to Paradise. In hours of restless thoughts that made him w^an he toiled and tried and mixed the mellow^ dyes, until his canvas showed a mate of man w^ith w^hich, as riddle, not another vies. What strange and wondrous secrets hides this smile, w^hat heavenly beatitudes and pleasures, what heights and depths to which its lure may lead? It hides a world! — mount, river, flowery mead, the limpid sky, the ocean with its treasures, this sunny smile, bewitching, free of guile. •..! •••••••••••••••' SIXTINE MADONNA. 4••-••.•»•..•..•..•«».•..».., ^••-••••••••••••••••.•t A TRIBUTE TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN, MASTER-MAN. An Appeal to his Spirit. Lincoln, to thee, from whose heart flowed a stream of kindness, pure and good, to thee this mighty nation's pulse beats true, as to her dearest son in gratitude for gift of Freedom won; in sadness to the martyr, who for her has shed his noble blood. Rejoicing people praised thee, who by them as wise, strong father stood; who fought for Right and, noble Knight!, raised bright-eyed Justice to the throne; who deemed it high reward that Wrong was gone, that equal rights both blacks and whites enjoyed in happy brother- hood. O Master-Spirit, come again! O pity thou the White Slaves* plight! Come, conquer with thy light the pow^ers of night! The idol Mammon overturn before whose shrine the world, bowed down, doth blindly incense burn. Rise, Hero-Soul! In anger swing thy keen-edged sword! Dethrone^ destroy Falsehood and Baseness, joined in vile alloy! Stifle the Hydra's poisonous breath! The Monsters slay which deal to men a painful, lingering death! II. ODES. THE POET. /\S if the whirlwind of the Night profound, out of the immemorable' Before, in traverse on illimitable ways, hurtling thru spaces unfathomable, had found an outlet to the glorious light of a morn-day of rose, and had, long wail and shriek of battle hushed by the fair sight of splendid prospects, come to sudden stop, sitting reflecting — thus he doth repose upon a wind-swept, cloud-thronged mountain peak, with poise of power, a "Giant of the Thought". The storms, the turmoils of the thunder clouds abate around him. Curling, rolling mists, ebbing and wafting in fantastic shapes of spirit armies, flow and wave along, and, pierced by fiery arrows of the sun, cleave in great rifts, dissolve and vanish. Thus, a w^restler in his inner consciousness, he strives toward the white light of the Dawn. As from the jutting buttress of the rocks to regions cool and pure of the high sky, in cHmbing spirals a wild eagle mounts, with outstretched pinions soaring — thus his thought soars high, surveys the Earth which races on thru leagues of space, a love-drawn, sun-wed orb of seed immortal, tho of mortal make. Sun radiance gladdens, glorifies her face in rosy motherhood's halo of Love. Vast is the time before her. Steadily her children set their faces to the light of a bright, happy future. Thru all trials and sorrow^s of their lives, governed by laws eternal, they march on to their far goal, their mission noble, high their destiny. Thus, brooding, he creates with active mind, shaping the grand perceptions of his soul, around his shape the Spirit's bright halo. He dreams a mighty dream, an Earth divine, a new and happier star. His listening soul hears the mute Silence speak, and the Unknown takes voice in music, God-born Harmony, singing to him a song of Love and Life, of Love eternal, of undying Life, of heavenly Joy, of Beauty pure and bright, of Truth resplendent, and of God's clear Light. — 5(1 „METROPOLA", The Gem of the Two Americas. A Dream of the Future Ideal City at the Panama Canal. "The American Xation, under God, shall "Gentlemen: Let us remember that our have a new birth of freedom, and the interest is in concord, not in conflict, and government of the people, by the people, that our real eminence rests in the vic- for the people, shall hot perish from the tories of peace, not in those of war." earth." — Abraham Lincoln. — William McKinley. |_N centuries, far off, I see a city rise • as fair as dreams are, coming from Paradise. O, golden city, are you a vision mere where mist-veils, lifting, vanish in luminous air? Fair City, are you a dream from a star-far sphere, a glorious dream of Love and of beauty rare? Or is your corner-stone in this earth-ground laid, and are your bells' great tunes of this earth-sound mate? List to the chimes! The bells are ringing! Ringing, singing! Floating, winging past the high church spires mount the full choirs, ever onswelling, ever onwelling, circling, spreading in sound waves wide as an ocean tide of the air seas. strong-tuned, a heavenly symphony, continents joining in harmony: Clasp hands, ye Oceans! Shake hands, ye Nations! Rest, rest, ye wars! Be ye pacified, ye wild passions! For men, at last, now live in peace! Pilots, free to the harbor of peace guide your stately ships; your course leads to the great assembly in the port of the great one, the fair one, the sunny one of the wondrous clime of the Land of the Free! Find your heaven here, ye tired wanderers, soulthirsty roamers of beautiful Earth! Rejoice, peoples! Ye are the rulers! Ye live in palaces climbing the mountain slopes, in the free, pure, invigorating, balsamic life air; wholesome waters spout clear from the breasts of the high mountains, like crystal veins changed into liquid life; broad are the streets, roomy the houses, clean and w^ell-lighted, spacious the parks with their greenswards and giant shade trees; the fountains splash unceasingly in pearly showers, refreshing the sun- warm vale; the rapture fragrance of flow^ers, borne along on the cool wind's breath, floats o'er the City, bathed in sunlight. How ye have changed, ye peoples! And changed for the better! It was a long fight up-hill, but ye have conquered! The cold stare of selfishness, the chilling glance of heartlessness, the imploring, fainting look of appeal in the eyes of the hungry and suffering and sick, you meet them no more, O feeling observers. The voice of loathsome crime and luring vice is silent, dead. The monster Greed no more throws its dark shadows o'er the hearts; the foul breath of the dragon Corruption no more poisons and withers the Hves of the poor, for poor there are none: vulgarity, coarseness, brutaUty, have changed to poHteness and good manners. The municipality has gained the long-sought rights; the laws are respected, for they are just; the greed of the corporations is checked. In this commercial centre of the highways of trade, in this collective centre of arts and sciences the best and the greatest, and the wisest and the fairest of the world meet and hold council and commune with their kind and their "Brethren of the Light" of other worlds. They have conquered the air. these great peoples! The sun is their servant, the sea their treasurer, the earth their nourisher. Joy is in the looks of all; a glad greeting gives each to his neighbors; the wandering stranger is a welcome guest in their gates; they rejoice and are happy, for they have learned to overcome the ills of the flesh; for they have learned to think! They have acquired knowledge! They are just, they are true, they are honest, they are kind, they are wise and learned. for education has become a watch word with them, and science goes with religion hand in hand in their city. In robes of queenly purple, gold-embroidered, the City strides, she, the beautiful one. the proud one, the good one; her clean limbs are lithsome, strong; her cheeks are rosy with healthful colors, like the blushing cheeks of a fair maid kissed by the keen morning wind of a late winter day; the brightness of her eyes flashes the wise intelligence of her spirit she rules the world and the world is proud of her, proud of her beauty and wisdom and kindness, for her heart's desire is: The Welfare of Humanity. 59 An evening of gold has set, and the flush of the crimson sky, dying in a short-lasting night, was but the announcement of a more glorious day, a new day. This day has come! The Sun is rising! In festive garments the peoples are clad, and to the sweet sounds of musical instruments they sing songs of praise and of glory, of thanks and of rejoicing, for the sun is rising! The golden morning of "Love" is here, and the.roseate dawn arises of "Brotherhood"! The lustre of the rising orb bathes you in glory, "Metropola"! The Sun is rising! The rosewings of the dawn expand! A brilliance sprung from the life light brightens the heavens like a glad smile of angelic hosts and brings joy to the hearts! Its creative, healing flood of goodness permeates and caresses the Earth ! The human race grows more god-like! In this pellucid splendor of rose and purple, of gold and silver lights enveloping the Earth in transfiguration, scintillates, glitters like a priceless adornment the fair one, the supreme one, "Metropola"! Like the sun of the morning you shine and beam and flash and radiate, Gem of the Golden West, Gem of the two Americas: "Metropola"! — 60 III. SONGS. A Warble to a Lyre-Tune- If three wishes were given to me these three wishes they would be: To be like the clouds in the sky above and bless the world with a rain of love ; to flow like a glad free river thru life and be a. giver; where in earth's deserts poor pilgrims suffer cool, refreshing water to offer till strengthened, revived, with new hope in the soul in safety they reach their journey's goal. Gl — SONG OF SPRING. W HEN the young Spring's breeze begins to sing, silver bells with sweetest love notes ring, when the robin whistles from the tree, then does Life awake and shout w^ith glee. Golden wings it spreads and flies away into worlds of wonders beckoning gay, into sunshine-countries, happy, free. O glad Life, I shall your comrade be. SONG OF JUNE. IN mild June's soft hush splendid roses blush and their fine perfumes fill all the air. Joy and happiness brings the air's caress, and the w^orld around seems w^ondrous fair. Smiling tenderly my love offers me roses, children of the summer sun. Robbing kiss on kiss this is real bliss, and two hearts beat close and glad as one. American Wood Thrushes or Bellbirds. G8 SONG of the AMERICAN WOOD THRUSH or BELLBIRD. Song- of the Bellbird. '•A-e-o! A-e-o-lee! A-e-o-lee-ee!" Evening Song on the Hudson. I HE bellbird's song above the woodland dell rings out with sounds of sonorous, golden bell, so sweet, that life's loud turmoil they abate and chase away unholy strife and hate. The soul the sunset's glorious wonders drinks, and dove-winged Peace with benediction sinks to earth down softly, brings this gift, the best: Night's strength' ning sleep and dreamless, blessed rest. (14 SONG OF AUTUMN. I ONE are all the sunny hours, all the happy summer days, when the roses bloomed in bowers and the birds sang roundelays. Summer went on fleeting wings and the bluebird sings: "Far away, far away!" Princely dress the forests show; apples glow in gold and red; grapes in bunches hang now low; squirrel makes its winterbed, for the winds soon blow with main, bitter winds with frost and rain — Summer went far away! SONG OF GOOD-BYE. I^T has to be "Good-bye" today, I go aw^ay from here, but where I go and where I roam, I think of you, my dear. The honeysuckles smell so sw^eet where on the porch you stand and call "Good-bye!" the last, last time and beckon with your hand. It was a happy, glorious time there by the shining sea, a blissful time that flew as quick as summer cloudlets flee. "Good-bye, O Sea! Good-bye, my love!' 1 can not longer stay. But where I go and where I roam, I think of you for aye. THE SONG OF THE BEAUTIFUL WORLD. oO many a time I hear that wrong the world is roundabout. But yet I like her! With my song I praise her beauty loud. The honeysuckles smell so sweet, the roses bloom so fair, and if their thorns do hurt my hand 1 smile and do not care. The lightning smites this world sometimes, hail strikes it rather hard, I smile then, think it must be so, I play as man my part. The sun greets woods and fields again, the sky regains its blue, and I rejoice with warbling birds: O world, how fair are you! ■••«•••••-•"••• '•••••"•"•••••■•••»•■ ADDENDA Note.— The iuldendii to Dante and Beatrice. Francesco I'etrarca and Laura de Sade, Florence Nightingale and Jenny Lind are in the main i)art extracts from the "Encyclopaedia Britannica". Louise K. M. — Suggested by meeting Mrs. Louise Kobbe Man- ning, of New York, in company with, Mrs. Wagstaff on the Board- walk in Atlantic City, N. J., March 9th, 1912, and by her editorial "Morning Call" in the "Reading Times" of March 13th, 1912. Blanche. — Suggested by "Atys. A Grecian Idyl and Other Poems", by Mrs. Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff, of New York, when I made her acquaintance in front of Hirshberg's "Swinburne Book- store" on the Boardwalk in Atlantic City, N. J., March 9th, 1912. Florence Nightingale. — Florence Nightingale (1820-1910), the younger daughter of William Edward Nightingale of Embley Park, Hampshire, and Lea Hurst, Derbyshire, in England, was born at Florence on the 15th of May 1820 and named after this city, but her childhood was spent in England, chiefly in Derbyshire. From her earliest years she loved nature and animals. She followed the call of her heart and interested herself in hospitals, reformatories and other charitable institutions. To gain experience and to learn she visited foreign hospitals and, desiring to obtain the best possible teaching for herself, w^ent thru a course of training in the institute of Prot- estant Deaconesses at Kaiserswerth, Germany. There she remained six months, learning every detail of hospital management with a thoroness rarely equalled, making herself proficient in her self- chosen task. In Paris she continued her studies of the system of nursing and management in the hospitals under the charge of the sisters of St. Vincent de Paul. So she was well prepared. When the bloody Crimean war was raging she hastened, 1854, to the scene of the struggles in the Crimea and nursed the sick and wounded of a large army. There she went thru terrible experiences, but never wavered in her sacrificing service. She tended the Balaklava wounded at Scutari, which were joined two days later by 600 from Inkerman. Soon she had 10,000 men under her charge and the general super- intendence of all the hospitals on the Bosporus. 1856 she returned — i>S — to England where she was showered with honors for her meritorious pioneering work. She continued in her chosen Hne of activities and died in London on the 13th day of August 1910. the thanks of all nations her everlasting spiritual monument. Bella. — Mrs. Arabella Wirths, as she was known to me and Atlantic City people, was born in Manchester. England, on the 2 I st of November 1839. as daughter of Carl Pregel and Julia, nee Ccihn. From her 1 2th year she lived w4th her parents in Frankfurt-on-the- Main. Germany. Her music-teacher there was Robert Schumann, the composer, with his wife Clara. She visited conservatories and, ha%'ing genius, soon became an accomplished pianist. She married Carl Schoemann. who died, then Moritz Wirths. went with him to the United States, left him later on and^ied at last as widow in Atlantic City, N. J., from 1900 to 1911. Her favorites were Wag- ner and Chopin and her favorite music was Robert Schumann's "Traeumerei". She used to visit regularly the concerts at the Steel Pier as long as William A. Haley was Orchestra leader. He passed into the land of dreams two years ahead of her. for he died in 1909 in Washington. D. C, w^here he had led the military- orcehstra for -many years. In Atlantic City he often followed the good ad^-ices of Mrs. Wirths in musical matters and always honored her specially on the Steel Pier by playing for her "Traeumerei" in a most soulful and accomplished way. Mrs. Wirths died in the night of the 1 7th to 1 8th of August 1911. 72 years old. at 5 1 Adriatic Ave., the house where she spent the last six years of her life in Atlantic City. She was one of the kindest and most genial souls I ever knew and one of the best friends I ever had. More particulars about her life I gave in the "Begleitwort" in my German book of poems '"Allvaters Kind". When 1910 the newspapers announced the death of Florence NightingeJe, Mrs. Wirths told me. that, to assist at her birth 1839. the great nurse was called from London. She told me further that she heard Jenny Lind sing and remembered the time very well. This accounts for the arrangement of the poems dedicated to these three noble Women. Miss Julia Walrath. Mrs. Violet Cappazzo-Newman. who both now reside in Philadelphia, and Mrs. Nellie Robinson, of Atlantic City, were good friends and neighbors of Mrs. \\ irths in the "Queen City by the Sea", acordingly I arranged the poems dedicated to them in the order which the book shows. The portrait ""Bella"" is from a photograph taken in 1873 in Darmstadt. Germany. The name Arabella is of Scottish origin and means Hearth Heroine. Southey sings: "What will not woman, gentle woman dare when strong affection stirs her spirit up". — (19 — Jenny Lind. — Jenny Lind (1820-1887), the famous Swedish singer, was born at Stockholm on the 6th of October 1820, the daughter of a lace manufacturer. Mile. Landberg, an opera-dancer, first discovered her musical gift and took her education in hand. She soon was a celebrity and had great successes as a singer in the operatic world wherever she played and sang. 1850 she visited America and married in Boston, 1852, Otto Goldschmidt, whom she had met in Luebeck 1850. She was called the Swedish nightingale. On the 2nd day of November 1887 she died at Malvern. In the operas she identified herself with the characters she re- presented with a thoroness rare in her days. Unharmed by the perils of a stage-career, she was a model of rectitude, generosity and straight- forwardness, carrying the last quality into a certain blunt directness of manner that was sometimes rather startling. Fannie. — Suggested by making the acquaintance of Miss Fannie Levine, violinist, of New York, strolling on the Boardwalk in Atlantic City, N. J., April 7th, 1912. Gazella and Elly. — Miss Elly Deckart (21) and Miss Gazella Grossman (23) came to Atlantic City on an excursion train from Philadelphia on June the 16th, 1912, to enjoy the Sunday afternoon by the Atlantic Ocean. As they had read some of my poems and some of my books, they honored me by quite an unexpected visit, at 5 1 Adriatic Avenue; and we had quite a pleasant hour of interesting conversation. 1 saw the young ladies then for the first time and was glad to find such dear, new friends. Miss Grossman is of Hungarian descent. Miss Deckart hails from Leipzig, w^here she studied as teacher and then came to America, devoting her time to literary work, but intending to return to her beloved native country, Germany. Emmy. — During the summer of 1912, I had the honor and the pleasure to be the welcome guest of Mr. August and Mrs. Emmy Gauthier, in Waterbury, Conn., where, at the time, Miss Phyllis Fill- mann, of Birkenfelde a. d. Nahe, the sister of Mrs. Gauthier, was present on a longer visit from Germany. The dear children of my hosts are Katharine and Inez. To me the sojourn in the beautiful "Elm State" is unforgettable, for I met there many good people and made there many new friends. In Waterbury, the poet Lothar Brunke and the poetess Kate Wood- ward Noble and Miss Elizabeth Quinn; in New Haven, the brave, true Knights Edward Andersen, Wm. Radon, Hugo Brockelschen, Peter Dejon the poet, Leo Herz, Wm. Meister the sculpter and their noble "Burgfrauen", the Professors at Yale University", John C. Schwab, Arthur H. Palmer, Isidor Troostwyk, Max Dessauer and other fine men and women. In Hoboken, N. J., later on, on the N. G. Lloyd Steamer "Koenig Albert", I bid farewell to our distinguished Aus- tausch-Professor Julius Petersen, who was at "Yale", when he left for Europe at 11 A. M., March th« 15th, 1913. 70 We are only temporary dwellers on this our beautiful home-star, the Earth. It is my belief, that the Earth-star is not our last goal and not our highest. And I am of the opinion that, after our earthly race is run and our work here is done, the friends we met and had here, we shall meet and greet again in other spheres on other stars. "Thru changes and evolutions ahead and higher!" is the cosmic law. Surely the best part of our life are our friendships. I speak of true and proved friends w^ho are above the doubting. Clarissa. — Madame Clarissa Rose, whose nom de theatre is Saharet, is the "Queen of Dancers" of our time. She was born in Melbourne, Australia, in the year of 1 879. Her father, John Campbell, comes from the Scottish Highlands; her mother, Eveline de Vere, is of French descent. In the daughter are united the best qualities of the tw^o nations from which the parents sprang. Saharet is, w^ithout a doubt, the most accomplished dancer and, in her ow^n type, the most beautiful woman of our time. Not only the external beauty of her delights, but also the inner beauty, that of her soul. For her dancing is never sensational, but always refined and soulful. Being vivacity personified, her dance is enlivened by a fine spirit. In dancing, beauty of motion becomes to her a revelation. To her Beauty is Life, not cold and motionless beauty, but expressive and living beauty, reflecting the gentlest emotions of the soul in all their finest, varying tints. In dancing, she is Soul herself. Madame Saharet appeared on the stage in all the big European cities: London, Paris, Berlin, St. Petersburg, and also in America. Franz von Stuck, the great Munich artist, painted her portrait in oil. The canvass, know^n in art circles under the name of "The saluting Saharet w^ith the red Rose", is now^ in the possession of the Chicago art-lover and connoisseur Mr. Fritz von Frantzius, who values it as the greatest gem of his collection. Fine photographs of Madame Saharet are made and for sale by Georg Gerlach & Co., Photographers, Berlin, Germany. The two pictures in the book are reproduced from photographs by this Co. Ilka. — Miss Ilka Lenz, from Berlin, Germany, whose acquain- tance I made 1913, in the "Deutsche Lesegesellschaft, New York", in "Luechows". The young lady is studying in a New York City High School. Dante and Beatrice. — Since Dante Alighieri's soul-wave spark- led Hke a diamond on the bosom of the sea of life, 647 shining years lifted themselves, shone, sank again and vanished into the void of the immense from whence they. came. The great poet was born about the middle of May, 1265, at Florence, in Italy, under a laurel-tree, and the sign of the twins was over him, "the glorious stars pregnant with virtue, to whom he owes his genius, such as it is." His immortal work is the "Divina Comedia", in two parts, "Inferno*' and "Paradise". In virtue of this great poem he holds his — 71 — place as one of the half-dozen greatest writers of all time. It must be admitted his greatness was acknowledged by the world only long years after his death. In his poetical w^ork he was inspired by his love, Beatrice, who died on the 9th of June 1 290. Her mortal love had guided him for thirteen years, and her immortal spirit purified his later life and revealed to him the mysteries of Paradise, after first enabling him to gain entry and insight into the terrible regions of the Inferno, Hell and Purgatory. Dante knew^ Beatrice as a child. He met her only twice or thrice in life, the first time in the house of her father Folco, on May-day, 12 74, then, in later life, near the bridge of the old Italian city. She married not him, but Simone de' Bardi, and she probably saw little of Dante. But the worship of her lover was stronger for the remoteness of his subject. When Beatrice died he so far recovered from the shock of his loss, that in 1292, he married Gemma, daughter of Manetto Donati, a connection of the celebrated Corso Donati, afterwards Dante's bitter foe. It is possible that she is the lady mentioned in the "Vita Nuova", as sitting full of pity at her w^indow^ and comforting Dante for his sor- row. By this wife he had tv/o sons and daughters and his union w^ith her was happy. As active politician Dante belonged to the party of the Ghibel- lines. His political life was very stormy. He was exiled and wandered in his old age. as an exile, from city to city and from place to place thruout Lombardy, Tuscany and the Romagna, under the protec- tion of various lords. Dante's last years of life were spent at Ravenna, under the protection of Guido da Polenta. In Ravenna he died of a fever on the 14th of December, 1321. His bones still repose there. Besides his "Divina Comedia ", Dante wrote many other poems. In his book 'Vita Nuova " is contained the history of his love for Beatrice. The v/ork of his manhood is the "Convito" or "Banquet ". Besides the smaller poems contained in the "Vita Nuova" and "Con- vito ', there are a considerable number of canzoni, ballate and sonnetti bearing the poet's name. The Yellow Rose and the White Rose. — Canto XXX. Argument ("The Paradise of Dante", by A. J. Butler; Publishers Mac Millan 6<: Co., New York and London) : Dante, with his soul's love, Beatrice, his spirit guide and instructor, rises to the highest or Empyrean heaven, w^here a great brightness surrounds them. Paradise appears first as a river of light; then, as Dante sees more clearly, in the form of a yel- low rose, in color like the golden sun. The leaves of this rose are the seats of the blessed. Canto XXXI. Argument: The company of the saints appears in the figure of a white rose, about which the angels fly. In Dante's conception of Paradise the universe, consists of nine spheres or circles, each a heaven, concentric with the earth which is fixed at the centre and surrounded by the different spheres. Nine orders of angels are guardians and servants of these realms. / Francesco Petrarca and Laura de Sade. — Petrarca or Petrarch belongs to the Italian Poets enriphatically distinguished as "11 Quattro Poeti Italiani" and whose names are Dante, Ariosto, Tass-o, Petrarca. He was born at Arezzo. the 20th of July 1 304 and died in \ enice on the 1 8tK' of July. 13 74. He lived in Padua and \ enice. made some long travels and retired 1 369 to Arqua. a village in the Euganean hills. As a man he was \'irtuous. as a poet noble and pure in thought. As an author Petrarca must be considered from two points first as a writer of Latin verse and prose, secondly as an Italian lyrist. — The Sonnets, Triumphs and Other Poems of Petrarch", translated into hngiish verse by various hands and with a life histonr* of the Poet by Thomas Campbell, appeared through the Publishers: George Bell &; ::?ons. London. \^ ith Petrarca. friendship was a passion: or. what is more true perhaps, he needed friends for the maintenance of his intellectual ac- ti\'it>^ at the highest point of its effectiveness. One of his poet-friends was the writer of th-e "Decamerone". Boccacio. Petrarca s ideal of humanism was essentially a noble one. He regarded the orator and the poet as teachers, bound to complete them- selves by education, and to exhibit to the world an image of perfected personality- in prose and verse of studied beaut>-. Self-culture and self- education seemed to him the highest aims of men. Everv'thing which contributed to the formation of a free, impassioned, liberal indi\'idu- alit>- he regarded as praiseworthy. Everything which retarded the attainment of this end was contemptible in his eyes. The authors of antiquity-, the Holy Scriptures and the fathers of the church were val- ued by him as one common source of intellectual enlightenment. Eminently religious and orthodox in his con\'iction. he did not seek to substitute a Pagan for the Christian ideal. This was left for the scholars of the 1 3th and 1 6th centuries in Italy. Since the death of Petrarca, one of Italy's greatest sons, who as a scientist and poet occupies a prominent place in the world s literature. more than 600 years have elapsed. But still the masterful sonnets he sang to the praise of Laura, his soul's love, echo softly over the world. Of Laura, who was married and a mother and whom Petrarca met only once in life, the poet says himself: "Laura who. renowned by her own virtues, became \%-idely known and celebrated thru my poems, appeared before my eyes for the first time in San Clara Church, at A\-ignon. on the morning of the 6th of April. 1 32 7." and further, when be heard of her death on the 6th of April. 1 348. at A\-ignon: ""On the day of her death I was in \'erona and had no presentiment of my fate. The sad news was made known to me first by a letter of my friend Socrates (this nam.e he gave to his Flemish friend Ludovicus). who met me at Parma on the 1 9th of May. The beautiful body of the be- loved was buried in the Church of San Francis on the eve of the day of her death, but her spirit, according to my firm conviction, returned to Heaven, from whence it had come. '3 — Mona Lisa — La Gioconda. — The canvas of "La Gioconda'" was begun by Da Vinci, in Florence, in the year 1501 and finished four years later. Leonado Da Vinci, the great Italian painter, sculpter, architect, musician, mechanician, engineer and natural philosopher, was born in Florence, in the year 1452, and died under the protection of Francis I., King of France, at the Castle of Cloux, near Amboise, in the year •1519. Helen. — Suggested by a poem of Mrs. Helen Payne Whitney — Hay, of New York, which I read in a New York City Newspaper. Sistine Madonna. — The "Sistine Madonna" was painted by Raphael, near the end of his life for the Church of San Sixtus (San Sisto) at Piacenza and is now in the Royal Gallery at Dresden, Ger- many. It represents the Virgin holding the Child and floating in clouds composed of cherubs' faces, with St. Sixtus kneeling at her right, St. Barbara at her left, and tw^o cherubs below^. Raphael Sanzio or Raphael Sanzio d'Urbino, the great Italian painter, son of Giovanni Sanzio or Santi, was born on the 6th of April, 1 483, in the ducal city of Urbino, situated among the Apennines on the borders of Tuscany and Umbria. He died after the attacks of a fever in Rome on Good Friday, April 6th, 1520. On the firmament of art, his fame shines forever as a star of the first magnitude. Many of his Madonnas he painted in Florence. His greatest masterpiece is "The Transfiguration". He had an incomparable instinct for rythmical de- sign, trained on subjects of holy quietude and rapt contemplation ac- cording to the traditions of Umbrian art. Frorn Leonardo's example "The Batde of the Standard", 1504-1505, he learned to apply the same instinct to themes of violent action and strife. Mary, Mother of Christ. — The mother of Jesus Christ, Mary, as well as his father, Joseph, descended from the Judaic family of kings, beginning with David. The father was a carpenter by trade and lived in Nazareth, Galilee. Therefore the Saviour, the Captain of Men's Salvation, is sometimes called the Nazarene or Galileean. He was born in Bethlehem, Galilee, and died on the cross on Golgatha, near Jerusalem, 33 years old. With the day of his birth begins the Christian era, for Men and Religion a forward movement. Nearly 2000 years have elapsed since then and still Christ's sentences are the fresh- est truths of modern altruism, proving His real greatness and spiritual supremacy. Yet the world is very far from the ultimate realization of the teachings of Christ who, never thinking about himself, worked, lived and died for his principles and for other men and women and children, for all men as his brothers, for mankind. Moses, the great Hebrew, was born in Heliopolis, in the year 1 738 before Christ. He lived to be 1 20 years old. Prophet, teacher and lawgiver of the Hebrew race and the liberator of his people from Egyptian slavery of the Pharaos, he gave to them and to the world the — 74 Ten Commandments or mankind's conscience. the Decalogue, the foundation stone of tT\' Columbia. — Columbia is the pet name given to "God s Coun- rhe Lnited ^Mates of North America. George Washington was bom on the 22nd of Februar>- 1 732. in the State or \ irginia and died on the 1 4ih of December 1 799. in Mount \ ernon. \ irginia. He was commander in chief of the Ameri- can army m the \^ ar of Independence or the \^'ar of Liberation, which began July 4th 1 776 and enciec Septem.ber the 3rd 1 733. He was the first American president. Abraham Lincoln was born on the 1 2th or February- 1 809 in the State of Kentucky and died by the bullet of a fanatical assassin in Washington. D. C. on the 1 3 th of April I 863. He was president dur- ing the Ci\-il \T ar or Revolutionary* \X ar which made an end to slaverv in the Lnited States and vrhich lasted 861 to 1863. Of the American Master-Men. or the Titans oi: the Lnion. he is tbe foremost and the greatest. In the memory of his people he lives forever and ever as the rejoin«r. strengthener and fortifier of a torn Union. Only George W ashington. is equal to him in greatness. Lincoln is to the Americans what Bismarck is to the Gemians. <^4^ — 76 TABLE OF CONTENTS. 1. TEXT. PAGE Title : "Woman's Soul 1 Dedication & I. SONNETS. Fairy Flowers. Prelude 'i The American Woman 5 Louise. "Morning Call" 9 Blanche H Florence Nightingale 13 Bella 15 Jenny Lind 17 Julia 19 Violet . 21 Nellie 23 Fannie 25 Gazella and Elly 27 Phyllis 29 Emmy 31 Saharet 33 Ilka. (Song) 35 Dante and Beatrice 37 The Yellow Rose and the White Kose 39 Dante Alighieri . .• 41 Francesca Petrarca and Laura de Sade 43 Mona Lisa — La Giaconda 45 Helen. Motherhood 47 Mary, Mother of Christ 49 Columbia and her Mission 51 A Tribute to Abraham Lincoln, Master — Man 53 TI. ODES. The Poet 54 Metropola 56 III. SONGS. A Warble to a Lyre-Tune 60 Song of Spring 61 Song of June f'l Song of the American Wood Thrush 63 Song of Autumn C4 Song of Good-Bye ^^"^ The Song of the Beautiful World ^5 Addenda ^J^^ Book Announcement ' "^ 2. ILLUSTRATIONS. The Star Lady. After painting by Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1 Portrait of the Author 4 Prelude. After painting by Seifert ^> PA(JE Longing S "This world is glorious I" After painting by Anselni Fenerbacli 10 Florence Nightingale 12 Bella : 14 Jenny Lincl 16 Julia 18 Violet 20 Nellie 22 Fannie 24 Gazella and Elly 26 She walks, a wood nymph 28 Emmv 30 Saharet 32 Ilka 34 Meet in q of Dante and Beatrice. After painting by Henry Holiday, Walker Art Gallery, Liverpool 36 Dream-Roses. Saharet .' 38 Dante Alighieri 40 Francesco Petrarca and Laura de Sade. After painting by Raphael, engraved in copper by Fidanza, in the "Konigiiches Kupferstich-Kabinet", Berlin, Germany 42 Mona Lisa — La Giaconda. After painting by Leonardo da Vinci, which hung in the "Louvre", Paris 44 •'The Mother's Blessing still guards like God's hand" 46 Sistine Madonna. After painting by Raphael Sanzio d' Urbino in the "Dres- dener Gallery", Dresden, Germany 4g Temptation of Christ. After painting by Scheffer 50 Abraham Lincoln 52 A Warble to a Lyre-Tune 60 American Wood 21i rushes or BellMrd and nest with eggs. The photograph was taken from a group in Mr. Wilhelm Werner's "Wonderland" at the Boardwalk in Atlantic City, N, J, Mr. Werner died, 72 years old, at his home there. He was the State Taxidermist of New Jersey and a master in his art. He finished and arranged his groups in a most natural and at the same time poetical way g2 Dandelion g5 Dreams of Remembrance (jg Signatures. — These signatures, together with the portraits, photographs, were graciously presented to me by the fair ladies themselves in their own hand- writings, from which I had line-cuts made. The writing "The American Woman", is by Mrs. A. Wirths, who wrote it in the year 1911, a few months before she died! on an envelope subscribing for the monthly magazine "The American Woman". APR 3 !913 TO AN LIBRARY OF CONGRESS ■m Vi AIR -70Q AOA n^ 015 79S 484 made by the "Clark Harp Mfg. Co.," Syracuse, N. Y., and seen by the author in the shop window of Carl Fischer's Music Store, Cooper Square, New York City, on Saint Patrick's Day, March the 17th, 1913. Song by Wilhelm Benignus. 1 SAW you in the window and felt like taking hold of you, clad in transparent green with ornaments of gold; I felt as if to fondle your brightly luring strings and strike a powerful melody of great and noble things. Fd sing of patriots bold and soldiers brave of Erin, of pioneers strong and daring all "wearin* of the green*' ; I'd sing of elves and fairies that live in Ireland's hills, of lakes, like shimm'ring diamonds, of woods with babbling rills. I'd sing of good Saint Patrick who chased away the snakes, the Saint beloved by Irish hearts wherever Freedom wakes; I'd praise the three-leaved shamrock that's worn with happy smile by millions of true Irishmen from dear ould Erin's Isle. I love your queenly beauty, o Harp of highest art, with the strength of loving comradeship and the ardor of a bard, for the voice of Wind and Ocean and Your voice they are the same, your soul ist thrilling music and your spirit is a flame.