®l}^ lEbg? 0f tlf0 (Hxuttv AND OTHER POEMS BY WILL SABIN AND OTHER POEMS BY WILL SABIN HONOLULU, HAWAII PARADISE OF THE PACIFIC PRESS > IN THE KINGDOM OF BOKN AGAIN she: HOW wdll you know 'tis 1, beloved, when we meet in the After Day? How will you see in the new-born soul the woman of earthly clay? And how will I know 'tis you, dear heart, whom I loved in the world of men ? Oh, how will we greet, when at last we meet in the Kingdom of Born Again ? he: Perhaps the eyes that I oft have sought for their flash of a lov- er's pride Page Five Will have changed to a subtler sense of sight when the flesh of the world has died, But a something sure and as true as fate will summon me close to jou, And you'll come to me, as I go to thee, as all of the angels do. she: But when will you come to me, sweetheart, and where, oh, where will it be? When our lives have run and the earth is done, shall we meet by the Crystal Sea, Or must you tarry a while below in the Yale of the Shade of Sin, While I wait and moan near the heavenly throne till they let my darling in ? he: The love that I bear for you, beloved, and the love that you have for me Will bring us together in holy haste when both of our souls are free; Nor Right, nor Wrong, nor Heaven, nor Hell, nor Devil, nor God, nor Man Can part my heart from your heart, sweetheart, and nothing but Hatred can. she: If only Hate can separate two beings who love as we, I know we'll meet in a realm complete, wherever that realm may be ; We are more than strong, for our love belongs each to the other, I know; 'Twas born ere the dawn of the world's first morn, an aeon or so ago. he: Before the Beginning and after the End, eternities in between, Wherever we are, from star to star, I am your King, my Queen ! A King and a Queen of Love, beloved, e'en in the World of Men, Love is the law, as ever before, in the Kingdom of Born Again ! Page Six SPIRITS OF FLOOD AND FIRE SPIRITS of flood and fire, Gods of the earth and air, Once on a time conspired To build a garden fair. Architect insects' toil, Spume of the earth's red core, Silt and sand of the flood, Life of the wind-blown spore, Throughout the ages gave Form to the gods' device. Fulfilled the spirits' will — Builded a paradise. Came then the flesh-clad souls, Gods in beginning, men; Saw that the land was good, Made it their temple, then Prayed to the flood and fire, Worshipped the earth and air. Lived with the gods, inspired, Seeing God everywhere. Came then, but yesterday, Men with the Christmas word To ancient lands gro\ATi old But in these isles unheard. Then was the story told How that a God was born Far off in Bethlehem On that first Christmas morn. Cross of the gentle Christ, Rod of a conquering race, Rule where in olden time Children of dreams had place. Sprung from sweet wilderness. Destined a glory grand. Still will the spirits bless This our Hawaiiland. Page Seven AS IT WAS IN THE BEGINNING YOU are my own, beloved ! I am your own, alway ! No matter what befalls us on this little world's highway ; As it was in the beginning, we are lovers evermore — Your love and life and lips are mine, as they have been before. Your soul and mine remember a myriad moments gone, Yet cannot recollect the time when first our love was born ; There never was commencement, nor ever end can be To love that lives and life that lasts with lovers such as we. You had a host of lovers, and a hundred harems I, Between the days of being born and the days that saw us die ; You played at love with princes, but I was your final king. Though many a time I strayed from you to hear the sirens sing. Ambition's pride and triumph, sin and its shameful woe, Oft kept us from each other, dear, in the days of long ago ; Our love once bridged the chasm that yawned between two spheres And joined our lives in happiness that endured for a thousand years. We've passed through lives unknowing that each to each be- longed — We called it fate, but it was God's will, for the holy laws we wronged. Our souls, in saddened silence, went each on its lonely way ; For a weary spell we tasted hell, then met on a grander day. What joy the thrill of meeting, spirit and heart and hand ! Though oft we yearn for greeting, we live in Eternal Land ! We live in the Love E'erlasting, nor count we the times we die; Each death on earth is a holy birth to such lovers as you and I. Now we sit on a fragrant islet, in the midst of a psalming sea, And our thirsty spirits quaff the wine of a wonderful ecstacy. We gaze at the stars above us, at the worlds we have known before. While our souls are attuned to anthems that sound from an un- seen shore. Deep in the jeweled heavens are worlds we have not yet known. And neither you nor I, beloved, would be born in a world alone ! Page Eight Let lis journey forever together, along life's great highway! If not through the fault of either, we will meet on some grander day. Do you douht we have lived forever ? Do you doubt we will live alway? How could the love we know, beloved, be born in a single day ? I tell you the stars have cradled our loves till our souls were strong. And an army of worlds is waiting to carry our loves along. I know I must always love you, whatever be wrong or right. And you will forever love me, as we love on this holy night ; As we loved when we bridged the chasm that yawned between two spheres And joined our lives in happiness that endured for a thousand years. We sit on a fragrant islet, in the midst of a psalming sea, And I pledge my love with kisses, as you pledge your love for me. In your eyes is the light of starlight, as your soul looks forth to mine. And I know that our love eternal is the spirit of God Divine! TWIN STAES OF LOVE ONE NIGHT, when sadness shadowed all Within my little world of thought, I heard the voice of nature call. I went into the moonless night And gazed up at the distant stars, And wondered at their twinkling light. Two stars, like comrades old and tried, Kept very close, devotedly; Exploring heaven side by side. All other stars appeared to fade, Disappearing, one by one ; And only those two bright ones stayed. And then I found, to my surprise, 'Twas all a dream — but near my face I saw my own true sweetheart's eyes ! Page Niae Ah, why do we reach out so far, When brightest stars are close at hand — Are where the hearts of loved ones are ? And when the stars of love I saw Full gazing fondly into mine, I knew what I was living for. Though clouds sometimes may hide their smile, I know they still are twinkling there, And I shall love them all the while. THE SOLDIEK OF THE SOUL NO HEKALDRY of pomp or power, No livery of changing kings, No emblem of an earthly hour, Nor other sign of temporal things ; No race, nor nation, tribe nor clan, . Of whatsoever land begot, Can claim the everlasting Man, The universal Patriot. And yet He is a soldier brave, A holy-hearted Son of Light, Who only fights that He may save The souls of men for love and right. A soldier ever fighting wrong, A glorified, celestial youth, A minstrel whose eternal song Is melody of love and truth. The seas of stars are milliard schools Which master-minds must e'er patrol To wake and hearten precious fools With visions of the realm of soul. And He, the Christ, comes visiting, As best befits His holy will, The various abodes of men, His blessed mission to fulfill. One day unto our star He came And taiight and pitied, loved and died; And some there were who knew the Name Of Him the rabble crucified. Page Ten His spirit rose and spurned the sod ; He left His envelope of clay — Another victory for God Upon that splendid Easter Day! And will the Soldier of the Soul Some day unto our earth return? Ah, countless worlds forever roll, And countless spirits for Him yearn ! What matters it how far He be, Beyond our little planet's rim. When we, if we but will it so, Can in an instant be with Him? -^> I'D CHOOSE MY EDEN IN HAWAII WERE all the world to start again, And Eden just beginning, I'd like to play old Adam's part, (Of course without the sinning) ; I'd choose my Eden in Hawaii, Upon Oahu's isle, Beside the wall of Diamond Head, And there I'd live in style. I'd quaff the nutty coco milk, And sing and laugh ad lib.. And on a night I'd fall asleep And lose a precious rib; And in the morn when I awoke I'd welcome Lady Eve With smile and bow and gentle joke And laughter in my "sleeve". We'd name the animals and birds And watch the world go by; We'd never fear the serpent, for No snakes live in Hawaii! Yes, really, I imagine. It would be a jolly lark To play at Adam — Ah, there. Eve! — In Kapiolani Park. Page Eleven "SEE HAWAII FIKST" IN THE AGES long agone, ere the liunian race was born, When some under-ocean oven, overheated, had to burst, With titanic thunder-clap, these fair islands hit the map, And it must have pleased the angels who could ''See Hawan First." Eve and Adam, says the Book, saw an apple, and partook. For which bad breach of etiquette those Newlyweds were cursed. Oh, it was extremely sad ; yes, it really was too bad That our early antecedents didn't "See Hawaii First." Captain Cook, a sailor brave, started touring o'er the wave; He knew his navigation and his crew were well rehearsed. Says he "We'll bring to view, continents, and islands, too. But, by all the stars above us, we will "See Hawaii First." There've been rumors of a scrap 'twixt the Yankee and the Jap, And there's one thing to remember, should the worst come to the worst: Though we're very friendly now, and we don't want any row. The Japanese, from overseas, must "See Hawaii FIRST." We are going to get it rich, when we open up the Ditch, And Atlantic and Pacific in each other are immersed ; From the Old World to the New, every ship that passes through On the Oriental voyage, has to "See HAWAII First." All you folks of Our Hawaii, where the loveliest islands lie. When the wander- worry strikes you, and for junketing you thirst. There's a wondrous world in store— native land and foreign shore But, remember, you'll be happy if you "See Hawaii First." PRINCESS THELMA PRINCESS, there is sorrow in our islands, Not because the world war brings us woe. But because you went away and left us — 'Twas so soon to have to let you go ! Page Twelve It was so very early in the daytime Of this, your happy, kindly life on earth, And everybody loved yon. Princess Thelnia, Because you understood what love was worth. Death called you in a stranger-country^ Princess, Across the vasty ocean, far away — And did you, when your spirit tasted freedom, Come swiftly to your own Hawaii nei ? You left us in the morning of your world-day, To pleasure in the music of the spheres, And the memory of your being, Princess Thelma, Will refresh us in the twilight of our years. So young, so sweetly simple in your kindness, Your worldly riches did not chill your heart ; Oh, Princess, there is sadness in your islands That one so full of sunshine should depart. Around your couch. Princess, as you were dying. You called your homeland minstrelsy to sing, Your soul desired the music of your birthplace — Sweet voices gave your passing spirit wing. Death called you in a stranger-country. Princess, Across the vasty ocean, far away — And did you, when your spirit tasted freedom, Come swiftly to your own Hawaii nei ? <:> FAIRYLAND, HAWAII, DREAMLAND LOVINGLY a sea of sapphire Clasps thy emerald isles around, Isles whose star-directing mountains Rise from gardens, glory crowned ; Eden gardens, circled, guarded, Coral-terraced, passing fair ; Aromatic spices, perfume Borne like incense on the air. Ocean breezes fan thy forehead, Summer's soul is in thy eyes, Spring eternal fills thy bosom With the joys of paradise — Page Thirteen Tropic isles, a sea of scarlet Floods thee o'er when night is nigh ; Lo ! the sun is loth at parting ; Lingering rapture fills the sky. When day wakes thee on the morrow, Coming with his splendor glow, Kissing first thy snow-tipped crater, Then thy breakers far below. Giving as he goes a sparkle To thy dew-drops everywhere, From thy face the mist is banished And a rainbow smile is there. Luring when the day makes magic, Subtle neath the nighttime's spell ; All thy charms the sun revealeth, Yet the moon, too, loves thee well, Adding mystic fascination, Silvering foliage, streaming o'er Guardian palm trees soft communing Spiritlike, along the shore. Fairyland, Hawaii, dreamland, When I journey from this star. Out upon the eternal ocean, I'll remember thee afar, And, perhaps, a soul sojourning In this little world of men, I will some day be returning, Just to see thee once again. TKAVELER'S LURE WHERE mid-Pacific summer smiles Upon Hawaii's happy isles, A wealth of pleasantness beguiles The traveler from afar. And not in all old ocean's miles Are islands half so full of wiles To lure man from his worldly trials As these eight islands are. Page Fourteen As thick as stars in heaven's lap Are all the islands on the map, But singing spheres, and worlds that clap, And meteors that hula, Will each take off his astral cap, While shining comets wildly flap And shake their tails until they snap Applause for Honolulu. A thousand rugged mounts uprear To make our islands stand out clear, While lovely lands and lochs appear Like Paradise regained ; Volcanic peaks, supreme, severe, With sulphur, lava, ash veneer, Rise shaggy, thrilling, grand and queer Where once the fire god reigned. And in old Halemaumau's pit Still fairies of the flame world flit, And Pele's elfs and goblins sit On boiling hell ; While round it all, and back of it. Beyond the wastes of cinder grit, Are vales alluring, fair and fit — Love lurking in the dell ! Each isle, endowed with special charm. From rainbow falls to swaying palm. From sugar field to humble farm, Set like a pearl of price! Peace islands, free from war's alarm. And yet protected from all harm By Hail Columbia's mighty arm, Pacific's Paradise! A BOY AND A GIRL A BOY and a girl took the world in their hands And turned it around and around Till God in His Heaven looked down and smiled And asked of them what they had found. Page Fifteen "Love!" cried the girl, with her eyes aglow, As she shifted the earth again. But the boy replied, "There's naught but woe — Wearisome w^oe and pain." "Turn it again and again," said God, ''Till all that you find therein Shall bring to your souls both pain and love, For love without pain is sin." This thought was such that they marveled much How anything so could be — How pain and love could be above A love from all pain free : So the boy and the girl took their hands in their hands And let the old world go : The boy took the girl's and the girl took the boy's In the manner we ought to know — And they wondered to see how the old earth spun, (The while they were holding hands) For pain and love became as one, As true love understands. LIFE AND LAUGHTER PUNCTUATE your life with laughter. Where a laugh should be ; You'll be well repaid hereafter For your present glee. Laughter born of cleanly conscience Terrifies the Glooms, Sends the Worries all a-flying To their separate dooms. When an Anger comes a-creeping To befog your mind. Look it up and down, all over, And, perhaps, you'll find Something quaint and really funny That will make you grin — Oft a little sense of humor Saves a man from sin! Page Sixteen TWILIGHT'S PHOTO-PLAY EARTH'S theater is darkened And thrown npon the screen Of the western wall of heaven Is the wondrous sunset scene. No whir of apparatus, No flicker and no glare — In silent, soft perfection I see God's ''movies" there. I see in the clouds the features Of characters sad and gay, All rounding out the story Of twilight's photoplay. Ever the plot is changing; My thoughts the scenes control — Each situation mirrors Some wish of my secret soul. Some hope of my inmost being, Some longing I must confess, Takes shape in the clouds of evening In comforting splendidness. In soothing, swift solution I see in the clouds' array Some tiring, puzzling problem That haunted the hours of day. Memory, hope and fancy, Each in its silent part, Play to produce a picture Drawn from the gazer's heart. Deeds that invite fulfillment, Things that the lips can't say, Are shown in the moving pictures Of twilight's photoplay. Page Seventeen THE EEINCARNATION OF AROHA AROHA went to the crater's edge To call on a holy name, And there she saw the face of her fate Revealed by the dancing flame — Beheld the form of her destined mate In a wonderful, fiery frame. He clung to a crumbling ledge beneath, Just under the hell-pit's rim, Trapped by the treacherous cinder cliff — And Aroha called to him: "Hold fast, hold fast, till I bring you safe!" — He smiled, but his smile grew grim. Aroha crept to the brimstone brink, Unflinging her midnight hair Till it soft caressed his trembling hands, As he hung in the sulphurous air ; Then he caught at the rope of love and hope. And his soul went up in prayer. The woman's bosom felt the bite Of the teeth of the clinker stone, And the pain of the strain on her rippling mane, As she pressed on the lava, prone, Was more than Aroha's lovely form Could ever have borne alone. Then clasped in each other's arms they stood, Trembling and weak and numb, Their spirits raised in exalted praise, Though the lips of them both were dumb, Till, faintness past, she cried at last: '^You are mine, and I want you — Come!" A thousand changing years have passed, (A thousand years or more). And a battered steamship's doomed to sink, Far from a friendly shore — "Women and children first!" the cry, The ocean's unwrit law. Page Eighteen Aroha stood at the slanting rail, Nor heeded the firm command Of the love that bade her save her life — (Oh, some of ns nnderstand !) — ''Whither thou goest, I go," she said, As she held to her husband's hand. * * * * * * Ah, life is bitter and life is sweet, And life is a puzzling plot; There's nothing new that we have to learn That we haven't, perhaps, forgot — But this we feel, that life is real. And sorrow and death are XOT. THE ISLE OF YOU A YEW TREE grew on a lonely shore. The only yew tree there; Save the noble yew and a shrub or two The islet was sadly bare. The yew tree knew that his kind were few In the far-off regions where he grew, But over the waters he saw a mate, On another islet, in queenly state. And he gave to the birds a message rare To take to his sweetheart over there; And this was the message, fond and true : "I wish you were here on the Isle of Yew." And the other tree, she answered him: '"Our hearts are bright, though our eyes be dim ; You have named your isle — I will name mine, too; It also is called the Isle of Yew." And so for a hundred years or more Birds carried their greetings from shore to shore. Until, when they withered, as all things do. They were happy at last in the "/ Love You!"' Page Nineteen IN THE MORXIIv^G'S EERIE STILLNESS IjST the morning's eerie stillness, in the early new-day's hush, Ere the cocks have sensed the coming of the morrow's first-born blush, Have yon ever waked from slnmber and from dreams beyond recall, With a feeling, half appealing, like a whisper in the hall ? Like a faint and plaintive message, like a warning, murmured \ow, Have you heard retreating footsteps, soft, reluctant, sad to go ? Have you risen, chilled and fearful, and thrown open wide the door, Down the hallway, silent, peering, for some presence gone be- fore ? Have you wakened then, completely, with unuttered, swift sur- prise, Seeing no one there, nor going ; no one seen by mortal eyes ? On your couch, a-tremlde, sinking, have you not been stirred to thinking Of the spirit's wonder-workings in the hours ere darkness dies ? What, then, was it sudden roused you, and so swiftly passed aw^ay. Like a word flung o'er a chasm separating night from day. Like a word cried from a distance, which you could not under- stand, Like the warning of some spirit hastening back to shadowland ? Was it purr of angel pinions called your thoughts from dreams profound ? Was it fancied tread of demon from the haunts where sins abound ? Nay, O Dreamer, 'twas reminder of a duty you'd forgot, Of some act you had committed, or of something you had not ; While your body swooned in slumber. Conscience moved in quick review, And, commanding, urgent, awful, hurled your errors back at you— Woke you from your dreams to sorrow, that upon the pregnant morrow You mio-ht dare to know and DO ! Page Twenty THE PRICE OF MEMORY I met an angel in a wondrons dream. He said : *'One wish I grant thee. What dost thou desire ?" ''Blot out the memory of my past," I begged, "It burns my conscience with undying fire." Straightway all was forgot. I knew not how I'd come to that which was my present state. The future loomed ; but seemed no promise there. I was unmoved by any thought of fate. And in my dream I journeyed far and wide ; I met full many of my fellow men. But, oh, I was not satisfied — I longed for memory again. I sought the angel who had given me Surcease of recollection's pains — ''I pray thee, holy messenger, give back My memory's chains." ''Too late," he answered, "thou hast made thy choice; Naught of the past shall ever come to thee." And then I woke to a beloved voice That was both blessing and caress to me. "Rememberest thou the time when thou and I Together paced the moonlit, sandy shore ? No other living being came us nigh — Ah, sweetheart, I'll remember evermore! "And dost remember how, one wondrous eve. We plighted love when heaven was big with stars — How we had sat, at twilight, writing psalms Upon the sunset's deep empurpled bars? "And hast forgotten those blest hours alone. When God's own whispers made our pulses start ? Hast thou been dreaming evil, dearest one ? Oh, tell me you remember all, sweetheart!" Then, full awake, I knew 'twas but a dream ; And I remembered all, both good and ill — Though conscience oftimes pricks for past misdeeds, I'll hug the memory of my pleasure still. Page Twenty-one Man's living is a striving after good ; His thought, directed by the power of right, Shall place him where the very saints have stood, And show him glorious in true reason's light. Though I remember all the lives I've lived. As slayer, martyr, priest, or thief or prince, I'll draw from out the deeds of olden days The joy of knowledge I have gro^vn in since. The past is dead, though from its ashes rise. E'er drawing nearer to some ideal grand, The pregnant present day that never dies Within the souls of them who understand. And here a thought inspires me to declare That all that's good, that ever was, will be. While wrong is lost, with all of sin and care. To them who will but list to memory. Then hearken, brethren, sorrow's but a dream ! Remember happiness, and forget the ill — Building the better for all errors past. Let's hug the memory of our pleasures still ! EASTER MORX IX PARADISE ISLES OH, weary ones who sanctuary seek Wherein to strip your hearts of worldly care, .Who think that saints and angels only speak In cloistered temples fraught with incensed air ; Wlio on this Savior-risen morn repine Because your God so far away beseems, Awake, awake at this glad Easter time And view the grand cathedral of your dreams ! An island shrine by sapphire seas begirt, Lifts mountain pillars crowned with sacred fire ; A hundred burned-out craters, long inert. Are hidden galleries where the winds make choir. 'Neath priestly palms that bless the pilgrim's way. On moonlit beaches kissed by whispering wave. Or glorious in the golden smile of day, Move spirits singing joys beyond the grave. Page Twenty-two A chancel in each vale and fragrant dell, And every cleft a pnlpit for the breeze; Each tinkling brook a softlv soothing bell, Calling to worship midst the flowers and trees ; Stnpendons torrents from exalted heights, Great throbbing organs stirring praise and prayer ; While here and there a piercing peak indites The TTalls of Heaven in the Everywhere. The Clmrch Invisible, every soul that thrills In ilcsh, or free of bodily control. Assembles on the everlasting hills To glorify the majesty of Sonl. Christ stood npon a monntain-top to pray — What iiiii'aclcs the power of j)rayer has wrought! And so the Spirit holds eternal sway. Enthroned npon a pinnacle of thought. The hills of earth in spirit correspond To truth-enhaloed mountains of the mind ; Xow and forever, here and far beyond. We clind) to knowledge, leaving doubt behind. In rocks and rivers, continents and seas, In ])ulsing waters and the pregnant sod, Behold the miracle of mysteries — Almighty manifesting mind of God ! T HE VEIL MAN spake with Fate and said : Lift thou the veil of time and let me see Tomorrow and what is to be ; Show me the future plainly drawn that I May know what fortune waits me by and bye ; Reveal the deeds and days of life yet left to me — O Fate, 'tis little that I ask of thee. Think not I fear whatever may befall ; Refuse me not through mercy — show me all ! Show unto me each hour doomed to pain. Each moment when full happiness shall reign ; Give to me even now the power to see Such hearts as beat with hate or love for me. Page Twenty-three Spread thoii before the vision of my mind The years to come, as lie the years behind ; I am aweary courting Faith and Hope ; Fain wonld I know and henceforth cease to grope. Raise thou the curtain, I beseech thee, show The path on which I am ordained to go. Fate answered, smiling: Verily, you dream If so you hold me in such great esteem ; E'en though I would eternal laws assail, 'Tis not within my power to lift the veil, And, if I could, and did, naught would you see Save words unwritten waiting life through thee. What deeds you do, what thoughts 3^ou entertain, Like stone on stone, now^ building to remain, Except as, when you pause to view the whole. You change the structure fit to match your soul. And building, thinking, changing, striving still. Conform the achitecture to your will. How may I show thee that which is not yet. But which is thine to forfeit or to get ? You call me Fate and pray me to disclose Whither the outcome of thy impulse goes. I am not Doom, Reward, nor Punishment ; Forbid I cannot, nor may I consent ; I cannot favor, neither make thee fail — I am Effect, here and beyond the veil. PRI^^CE FOLLOW AND PRUnTCESS FIXD TELL me a story, father, that begins with "Once on a Time:" Just full of kind fairies and goblins ; or a wandering minstrel's rhyme ; For I'm tired of reading and playing, and soon 'twill be time for sleep. So tell of the Magic Tower on the Isle in the Demons' Deep. ****** \Vell, keep both dreamy eyes open, and open your ears as well, And I'll try to remember^ my daughter, the story I promised to tell: Page Twenty-four 'Twas once on a time, in a garden, in the Kingdom of Full Con- tent, That a prince, to a door forbidden, in the wall of the garden, went. He was the happy rnler of dominions rich and grand, Till a fairy princess touched him one night with her magic wand. Then he rose from his couch of slumber and the dreams he had dreamed that night, Astir with a new, strange longing, and a thrill as of mystic might ; He went to the door forbidden that led to a darkened stair And beheld, once more, the vision of the fairy princess there. "Art thou armed ?" asked the fairy princess, and the prince he answered "N^o, For in the Kingdom of Full Content no man hath struck a blow." "Then art thou sure content," asked she, "to abide with the slug- gard kind, Or wilt thou be Prince Follow, and come with the Princess Find ?" "Till I felt the touch of thy wand," said he, "as I lazily dreamed this night, I knew not the thrill of finding ; I knew not the flush of fight. But now I have lost contentment, my kingdom is left behind ; So let me be named Prince Follow, and I'll follow thee. Fairy Find." Then the darkened stair by the doorway grew bright with a fairy band, And a flaming sword, called Courage, was placed in the Prince's hand. The fairy princess w^aved her wand, and Faith was its magic name, And the olden Kingdom of Full Content went out in a flash of flame. They climbed the stair that soon was changed to a rocky, tor- tuous path, While out of the darkness came new sounds of mockery and wrath ; Page Twenty-five Shapes invisible clutched and ching, though on and on thej bore, Prince Follow wielding his firm-held blade, with Fairy Find before. They journeyed through lands that were false and fair, through the Kingdom of Soulless Sleep, Till they came to the shore of a heartless sea that was known as the Demons' Deep ; And there in the midst, on a golden isle, a wonderful tower stood. And its name was the Palace of Pleasure for Only the Bravely Good. "Now Follow and Find had fought for Eight wherever they found a wrong; Courage and Faith had kept them on, making them sure and strong, But still remained the heartless sea, in the Kingdom of Soulless Sleep, Where hid the beasts of Fear and Pride, the kings of the De- mons' Deep. Faith faltered once, though fairy she, when Fear with a horrid roar, Emerged from the stygian waters to reach for the twain ashore. She felt for the sword by the prince's side, but ready he had it clear. And there Fear died by the side of Pride, for Pride must die with Fear. And, lo! the waters vanished, and they passed to the stately tower Whose name was the Palace of Pleasure for Only the Good in Power ; Twin souls in the Palace of Pleasure, Follow and Find are wed ; Faith loves Courage forever, and Courage for sweet Faith bled ; Xor are they ever selfish, and, when the world is sad, Even today, these lovers, come forth to make us glad. The prince's name was Follow and the princess, she was Find, For he was a daring mortal, and she was the soul of mind ! Page Twenty-six TTTF. ISLES OF WHY AXD WHAT CLOSE your (laylii>lit eves, my darliiiii'; let your (Ircani-eyes open wide ; ^Icmory's moonliglit floods the waters of life's everlasting- tide. Ships of romance soft are wafted, golden-prowed and silver- sailed, ("ai)tain('d by brave thouiihts of goodness that have never, never failed. While yonr blessed baby body sleeps within its little cot, Sail away to lands delightful, to the Isles of Why and What ; They are islands faseinating, full of strange and wondrous things; Isles where every girl's a ])rincess, and their fathers all are kings. Isles where mothers Tiever worry, for their children know no pain; Where all boys and girls are happy, and the fairies always reig-n ; Where the fairies talk with cliildren and their parents never age. And tlie most delightful stories always have another page. All the questions you have ever asked about the by-and-bye Will 1)0 met by willing answers on the lovely Isle of Why; All the things you ever wondered — and you've wondered quite a lot- Will be found an-ayed before you on the beauteous Isle of What. When your dream-shi]) is returning, yoit may fill its generous 'hold Fore and aft with })l(>asant fancies, treasures far more rich than gold ; Woi-ds of kindness, deeds of loving, purity and sympathy, And a million sweet inquilses born of blessed charity. Daylight hours so often vex us with their little earthly ills. And tenq)tation, when we're waking, every passing moment fills; ^ I't we can be brave in trouble, smiling just as well as not, If we sometimes take a journey to the Isles of Why and Wliat. Close your sleepy eyes, my darling — dream-boat's waiting on the tide; Page Twenty-seven Wishing winds will waft you onward, and yonr soul-eyes, open wide, Shall behold the truth of all things, on the sea of life's broad breast, So that, waking, all your actions shall be all that's brave and best. -^^^ PERCHAXCE THE PRKs^CE OF PEACE MAY PASS THIS WAY CHRISTIAN KINGS are wildly thrusting Christian soldiers forth to war On the Continent of Cidture far away, And I wonder, as I ponder on my peaceful island shore, What the gentle Man of Nazareth would say. Coco palms, in bending beauty, whisper softly overhead, To the opalescent sea they seem to say : Let your psalms be sung so softly we may hear the Master's tread. For perchance the Prince of Peace may pass this way. Ill His holy omnipresence He is with the hosts that mourn For the crippled and the dead on Europe's plain ; He is with the manless mothers of the soldiers' babes unborn ; He is with the risen spirits of the slain. He is with the wasting infant at the starving widow's breast ; He is with the wounded lover mad with pain ; And he hears the cries of millions, some in prayer and some in jest : It is time the gentle Jesus came again ! But the world cannot behold Him till we've learned the sin of war, And He will not come commanding war to cease ; We must win our own salvation by the same eternal law That evolved from life the blessed Prince of Peace. Lo, we build Him great cathedrals to be shattered in the fray When in hate we use the cannon and the sword, And there is no sanctuary when we Christians want to slay, Thouiih we claim we are the chosen of the Lord. Page Twenty-eight We acclaim TTis toachinc,s ri