The ^athos of Song and Other Poems By George Keller Deling l^/foH HEART OF\u X p \ FERVENCY / 55 \^\\BEATEVERIN//«^/ ^ ^ ^ ^lY BREAST^ ^^^ 1918 FIFTH EDITION— Revised and Supplemented PUBLISHED BY THE DeLong Publishing Company ALLENTOWN, PA. PRICE. 25 CENTS 1918 List of the DeLong Publishing Co. NATAL THROES SONGS Launching Lay, In Tribute to Mother, The Brook, Hail My Native Land, The Lark 'a Song, Parted, At the Fountain 'Neath the Eock, Love's Healing Balm, Firm Arms of Love, Love's Dream and Two Maidens, When We Lingered in the Moonlight, Good Night. These 12 numbers, choral size, bound in illuminated covers — Price, 50 cents; by mail, 5 cents postage extra. Natal Throes Songs without notes. Booklet of 24 pages — Price 10 cents, postage 2 cents extra. IN HIS KINGDOM AND OTHER SACRED HYMNS In His Kingdom, The Knell of Doom, Blest Nativity, Calvary Eternal. Four Hymns for 25 cents, postage 5 cents extra. POEM BOOKS BY GEORGE KELLER DeLONG The Pathos of Song, and other Poems, 1918, V Edition, 40 pages, neatly bound in paper covers and stamped in gilt — Price 25 cents, postage 2 cents extra. The Arm Most Strong and other Poems, 1918, II Edi- tion, 40 pages, neatly bound ki paper covers, price 25 cents, postage 2 cents extra. Sentimental Fantasies or Idyls of a Lover, II Edi- tion, 24 pages — Price 10 cents, postage 2 cents extra. These three poem books together for 50 cents, postage 5 cents extra. Satisfaction strictly guaranteed or money refunded. For any or all of DeLong 's Songs or books address the The DeLong Publishing Co., LOOK THIS WAV Allentown, Pa, ©G1.A4 96856 PRELUDE LURE OF THE STARS How oft I've gazed far into depths of night; Yea braced mine arms desiring to embrace The glow of promise as the stars would grace My hopeful heart with fathomless delight. "Fear you not darkness child, know you not fright Nor dread the veil of gloom — so blithe to face The deep abyss where mysteries efface The shadows past, of day, with gruesome blight?" "The night is dark but lo, the stars, the stars ! The shadows of the day — despairing ghosts — Have vanished while the stars still brightly shine. Thus, beckoned from on high, vain fear least mars The calling, through the night, of heavenly hosts That bid me ever make tJieir height all mine." Jn iiftttflmm TO PROF. M, N. HUTTEL WHO IN 1905 INTRODUCED ME AS A POET. {No rights reserved on this sonnet) Thy lot was cast a challenger of arts, To thy blest memory I feel I should Produce a legend to thine hardihood .To number thee among the demi-gods. Midst barren Deserts lay an Oasis, To where a Vulture and a Falcon fell In fatal combat locked — their gizzard, well Supplied with Seed ; and thus, from out of this There sprung a mighty Oak from barrenness ; There also grew a Vine that needed aid, Lest it were buried 'neath the Desert sands : Thus thou didst stand when thou my soul didst bless. God wots this Oak choked 'neath o'erpow'ring Shade, Full petrified, erect, immortal stands. George Keli^er DeL,ong 1905 s Prelude — Lure of the Stars II In Memoriam Ill Photo of Author (1905) I^■ Contents \' My Philosophy of Life VI Title Page VII Copyright Page VTII The Pathos of Song 9 The Natal Cord 10 The Pan-American Illumination . . 17 The Ship Success 19 Graduation Quadrants 21 Regret 22 FIa\'e A Purpose 2 3 Evil Traits 2 4 A Temple Pure Divine 2G Lament For My Alma Mater 2 6 Vocation 27 The Dignity of Work 2S Ambitions Fervor 28 Over The Sea 23 PART II FOR THE CHILDREN Little Buds 29 Swinging on the Treetop 30 In the Woodland Dell 31 Frolic in the Barn 33 Rambles 34 PART III For Youth and Maiden Where is My Knight ? 35 Passion's Dream 36 Passions 39 Posies of The Lord -il Gethsemane, the Sculptor's Meed 43 MY PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE Man makes for fact — self-evident reality ; Fact makes for knoivledge — the apprehension of reality ; Knowledge makes for sense — the appreciation of reality ; Sense makes for truth — the comprehension of efficient reality ; Truth makes for justice — the apportionment of effi- ciency ; Justice makes for responsibility — the application of efficiency ; Responsibility makes for liberty — the appropriation of efficiency : Moreover, Liberty is worth while only as there is responsibility : Responsibility is worth while only as there is justice; Justice is worth while only as tlTere is truth ; Truth is worth while only as there is sense ; Sense is worth while only as there is knowledge; Knowledge is worth while only as there is fact; Fact is worth while only as there is man. Furthermore, I have faith that God dominates the destiny of all : I have hope that God has infinite resources and is gra- cious ; I have love to share God's blessings with every one who will. The above basic principles of my philosophy and faith (which is the outgrowth of philosophy) are here given to satisfy those who want to know my politics and religion. I have little sympathy with factional or sectarian strife. George Keller DeLong. Th Pathos of Song and Other Poems By George Keller DeLong f>/,OH HEART OF,, ^ ;- I FERVENCY ]%\ 5i\\BEATEVERIN//tw A \my breast/ ys' 1918 FIFTH EDITION— Revised and Supplemented PUBLISHED BY THE DeLong Publishing Company LOOK THIS WAV ''OR THt FAT or THf LAND ALLENTOWN, PA. H. RAY HAAS & CO. Allentown, Pa. --^^ d^ ^c^^^^^^ \ <.K^'' Copyright, 1905, 1913, 1915, 1916, 1918 By George Keller DeLong [all rights reserved] M -3 1918 The Pathos o| .Spng an^ Other Poems o THE PATHOS P/F^^ Within a lowly flat a family ;.^,,..^ ^p^,^^ gj.}j Ekes out a life in dire humility. ,r ^gj^j^,,;'! The father leaves for work at early ■pi.opcf^,^,',., t Nor does return till eve, all tired; aiidf;^c(ri| and Other Poems THE NATAL CORD To the west frontier of wildwood Pushed ambitious pioneers, Trusting God as ev'ry child should. Buoyed to faith and hope by seers. Strove a colony together — Cleared the brush and felled the trees : Waving wheat soon vied with heather, Yielding fully its increase. And of logs was built a village — Humble homes, but deemed secure: Here no robbers seek to pillage Such as other lands endure. Their new neighbors were the Indians Who would never bar their door. Quite unwary-trusting 'rind-yanks' They must soon their plight deplore. Ah ! the 'rind-yanks' — ruthless Yankee Trader, not in search of home. Come to cheat the Indians, then flee — Leaving dues the settler's doom. While the settlers, unsuspecting — (Born of natal brother love) — Trust a 'rind-yank' — not electing That 'tis need one first to prove. Now a rind-yank' came — as wonted Shelter with the settlers found — To the wild he went undaunted, Sought the Indians to confound. When the Indians he had cheated — Their opinions had misled — Though their vengeance he had heated. To the village back he fled. The Pathos of Sons and Other Poems 11 From the village he then ventured — W'hither, no one ever knows. Would he care if they were censured? Cared he if they suffered woes? From the wild the Indians followed — Came within the settlers' town As their warriors weirdly hollered While their old men wore a frown. From the settlers they demanded To deliver up the thief : "The deceiver must be handed Over to our honest chief." Then the settlers vainly pleaded — Swore they knew not where he went ; And the old men they entreated To disclose what caused this rent. Then an aged Indian answered — Gravely, shocking words he spoke: "To our Indian camp he transferred Poisons such as death provoke. "Much fire-water he had brought us To confuse our warriors bold ; This, and more, 'tis what has wrought us Full of wrath we can't withhold. "Where the Serpent Mound shows plainly Whither warriors journey forth. There the squaws are weeping vainly Wliile the breeze is speeding north : "Weeping o'er the vacant snowshoe ; Weeping o'er the bow unstrung. If vou doubt, we fain would show you How our bond of peace is sprung." 12 ¥he Pathos of Sons and Other Poems Then the spokesman of the settlers Fainly would their wrath appease : "If there is a ruthless meddler Who disturbs the Indians' peace, ' "IVe are willing him to punish — (As your wise chief well decrees;) ■ Thus all settlers to admonish, itj ii -A Honestly to keep the peace. "Let as many, as have seen him, arlJ cnoi^ Search our settlement quite o'eriloh oT We have surely never been in • "■ ' Such a trouble e'er before." But the 'rind-yank' now had Yanisjifed, : _, ; r Far beyond the danger zone. -,i-i; •rrov/'^-, Fierce fire-water peace had banislie^ij f)nA Now must massacre atone. .;' -T Lo. lo the warriors shrieked most .weirdlyi ; As their warwhoop rent the air,-^[-3vsiO Where; will. soon their most ei^dearedoheT " Every soul was in despair— ,'. j.,,ow,;'; But the warriors all departed And the settlers felt relieved. Till the wail of mothers started W'hen they found themselves bereaved. There were many children missing: Then the young men volunteered To pursue — not least then guessing How the Indians little feared. For the Indians them eluded And were soon beyond their reach : Thus their vengeance was concluded — They'd perforce the settlers teach. The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 13 II Now these children were adopted To be Indians like the rest ; But their mothers, had they dropped dead, Would have deemed it far more blest ; They would then think of the angels That were winging round the throne : Hope forlorn let them, with anguish. Naught to trust but God alone : Out of anguish oft they'd borrow — Dreading what might be their end: Out of anguish, dread and sorrow Would their peals of prayer ascend : Restless mothers ever seeking — - Praying. God might yet astound : Anguish, bitter anguish, wreaking — - Haunted by a Serpent Mound. Ill The militia of the nation Long had lost the only clue When some Indian provocation Stirred up other troubles, too. Now the Indian tribes were captured And deported ev'ry one. While another hope enraptured Many hearts when this was done : An appealing prayer was offered That went forth to all the world, Also willing aid was proffered That the truth might be unfurled : "Many white-mens' children, painted, Are among the savage horde. God, and Gov'nor, truth is tainted If ye will not them assort." 14 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems Many mothers volunteering To apply the scrubbing brush Caused the Gov'nor's own appearing, These anxieties to hush. Ev'ry Indian got a cleaning As the circumstance behooved ; Thus from out their number gleaning Many that the nation's proved, But they all were so appended — Mothers no more recognized : Their enraptured hope was ended Soon as e'er they scrutinized. IV Came a mother, far, far distant. Long shed mourned her loved ones ; She now scrutinized the list, and Found nor daughter's like, nor son's. All the pent up hope she'd cherished Forced a sad hysteric spell : All the joy she'd nursed now perished — Sore to hopeless grief she fell. Now the gov'nor, as a brother Sympathy would fain impart, Came and touched this grief-crazed mother; "Mother, come, pour out your heart — " "Come and tell me how you nursed them ; By what names you fondly called ; By what sentiments you versed them ; E'en the threats that most appalled. "Fancy then around you coddled. Telling them some fairy tale ; Sing again as when they toddled Gaily 'round : it might avail. The Pathos of Song; and Other Poems 15 "See my hair lo gray is turning. Yet I still remember well Mother's songs in mem'ry burning; Come, let's try it : who can tell ?" V Like a wraith she wavered forward — As enamored then did pose : Bidden, she was nothing froward — Sadly did his tale disclose : "We had had the Indians' friendship Till once zve a trader lodged ; But away at night he'd then slip — Stealthily detection dodged. "Just at sunrise, early morning, Came a chief to our own house; Boldly he displayed a warning Which grave fear in us did rouse. "On this morning all then gathered In assembly to account Why this warrior thus had scattered Leaves as though insults to flaunt ; "Then an elder spake most gravely — Filling all our hearts with dread ; Then we prayed and hoped most bravely. Till our anxious fears were fled. *"Twas the last my fated lost ones Heard me sing to hush their fear When I lulled my dearly lov'd ones Never more my voice to hear : "On a bed of leaves I'd laid them, Where they slept in blessed peace ; There the Indians stole — to trade them ; Since that time I've known no peace; 16^ The Pathos of Song and Other Poems "They were searching for the trader Who, they claimed, had done grave wrong; Failing with the shrewd invader |/^ Then they took my babes along: .^> ^fno' , "There before mine eyes they took them, I was overcome with swoon : Think not that I least forsook them, All their work was done so soon: "Ere the warning could be sounded — Odds were sorely 'gainst the town — Through the forest they had bounded ; Like a vulture they were flown. "I had trusted God's great mercies ; I have hoped in vain so long. Yet once more I'll sing the verses Of their fondest nursing song: .5icoi SONG : ;y£ts rloiHV/ "Hush my darling, szveetly slumber, Nestle in thy doivny bed; Guarding angels zvifhout number Softly round thy trundle tread. "Though the storm be hozvUng zveirdly; Though the clouds be dark and drear, Jesus bideth ever near thee. Sleep, and dream thou not of fear." Full of pathos — most appealing — Forth her mother-love did pour, Full the natal cord revealing: "Mother" — She'd been heard before. From among the ranks ran forward With their arms outstretched tow'rds herr— Son and daughter no more cowered" r.rft .H-t-.riy Once the bosom cord did stir. The Pathos of Sons and Other Poems 17 THE PAN-AMERICAN ILLUMINATION The day is past and fled— Now that the sun is set, The western sky aglow Approaching night does show. : Still darker and less glow The western sky does show. All suddenly at once The darkness overruns ; For out goes ev'ry light — Now reigns alone the night. All is a living* strand , Around where I do stand. Now softly, sweet and low Sweet strains of music flow: Now slightly slow the night Breaks into brilliant light. Still, still the music swells Till ev'ry fibre thrills And ev'ry beating heart Emotions does impart. Still swells the brightest light Till conquered is the night, And architectures show Their forms in radiant glow. In glory thus arrayed The mighty crowd is swayed Till ev'ry hand applause Gives to the noble cause. * On the Triumphal Bridge 18 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems This tempts me to relate How near to great men's fate A likeness this came near And hushed in me a fear : How in one's youthful doom One must descend to gloom, Thence step by step to rise, With valiant will surprise The crowds that do look on While one one's course does run To win the world's applause As one perfects one's cause. THE SHIP SUCCESS Awake ! oh soul awake ! How long will you concede Through hibernating sleep? Arouse yourself and shake The shackles, from your feet, That you ignored do keep. Arouse ! oh do arouse ! Do try to realize That now has come the time That you your cause espouse If you your welfare prize With heart and will sublime. Your future is so near; How sacred is your time, Once lost no more regained. And life is e'er so dear When yet in youthful prime While vigor is retained. Remember, when you're old, Your chances of reform The Pathos of Sons and Other Poems 19 Are gone forever more ; While youth is strong and bold You can yourself conform To noble stately lore ; A stately style acquire ; The family honor raise — So shape your ev'ry year That friends will you admire And raise their voice in praise With their regards sincere. Dare virtue to denounce — With all its gracefulness And its polite pure way — And you're the worst of clowns : Your act is none the less Than criminal display. Why should you then insist To wallow in the mire — Quite in the gutter's depth? Why then so lowly list? Do you not oft desire To upward stride your steps ? Have you ambitions great, And put in luck your hope ; Or stately things desire Expecting ne'er the fate E'er to possess the scope. Nor aught with force acquire ? Your Ship is anchorless ; In high Winds you are doomed ; You ne'er can sail through Storm, Nor will you e'er possess 20 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems Success, which you presumed Would to your wish conform. Ambition — with great stress — And persevering hope Are Anchors of the Ship, In virtue called Success, Possessing ev'ry scope From Hull to Topmast tip. The Breeze which sweeps you on Is courage called by name ; The Sails which spread before Are virtues — ne'er to shun ; The stately Helm of fame Is wisdom evermore. Our institutions great Are guiding Stars above ; Our ev'ry day a Sea ; Vocations — Ports of fate ; Heroical true love Preserves us brave and free. Do seek what Port you will ; What you would fain possess — For what your heart may crave — If you'd your course fulfil, Do man the Ship Success And dare the surging Wave. The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 21 GRADUATION CDKlGRATULATIONS— QUADRANTS Graduation Glory Now the zephyrs kiss the clover And the clover cleaves the dew > ,-, ] While the dew has cleft the sunbeams- '^ But the sunbeams smile on you. Dawn of Day Now the lark salutes the morning ! ^J^'^J!'^' While the morning hails the dawh"'^ ^ , - And the dawn proclaims a triumph^ Lo, the triumph is thine own. Wealth ON the Waves Now the breeze a sail is wafting; Surging waves a ship breaks through While the ocean heaves in splendor, Lo ! the ship sails unto you. i RUE and Tried ■ ■- y^rgij^ Now the momitain hails thy valor r'/rlS Thou wert called, nor durst to weep, To acquit thyself most manly — Challenged by the tempting .ste^j) Tolls Triumphant Now the bells ring out a triumph; .y Gentle breezes, waft their toll, ' ^-/ And the toll proclaims la-4idation While laudation hails thy role. 22 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems The Glowing Goal Now the goal in glowing splendor Spurs the vigor of the knight, And the vigor urges daring While the daring proves thy might. Scent of Sanctity Now the nymphs have touched the rosebud And her glory forthwith spread : Lo! the air is filled with incense By the fragrance she has shed. Treasurers Thine All the faded stars are blended To a firmament of blue While the very richest treasures Now adorn the world for you. REGRET If a word too freely spoken Only fell on no one's ears, Many ties were still unbroken, Shunned were many bitter tears. If a blow in wrath commanded Only missed its deadly aim. Conscience were then not tormented. Many cripples were not maim. If a deed done far too hasty Could just once more be undone, We would gladly live more tasty. And a better course we'd run. The Patlios of Sons and Other Poems 23 If our days of idle leisure Could be brought back once again, We would gladly store a treasure, Time would never pass in vain. If we could recall the slighted Opportunities passed by. All our errors would be righted, We would find no time to sigh. HAVE A PURPOSE As on life's Tow-path you do tread, What is your point in view : Your final goal, that you don't dread To meet — and greet it too? Your purpose what, or do you think Of such there is no need. And at the very thoughts do shrink. Nor never take such heed? To face the future do you dare, Not knowing where you go. Without a purpose or a care — Now living on 'just so?' Your eyes do cast without delay — Look to the future far : "I do not care" — dare not to say, But sieze upon your star. Are you in youth, remember then That manhood you will see Ere is it likely that you can All misconducting flee. 24 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems Arouse ! Then let your soul arouse ! No longer now delay.,, ._ But do some purpose now espouse, Or you too long might stay. Do know that time awaits no man — That you, must ne'er be late ; Employ your hours of leisure then To be just up to date. Just for a time around you gaze And view the busy fairs. And see it not now, with amaze, Some purpose greeting bears. If on you smiles some purpoie', ffieri— And promise to you bears- No more delay but like a man Approach your good welfares. Oh! do apply your talents all .^ To meet y0ur greeting goal— '^ ^^ ^ ,^ Be ckutidiis then lest you shoula'^faii' ' And miss yoUr name On the roll. id J 3D£i oT -3Tjrj Ft MEANNksS" •'' Oh meanness, pitiful and base, Thou wretched fool — false are thy ways- Abhorrible — all thee despise: What trophies yield the mean affrays That thou dost follow such a chase — Begrimed with foul polluted vice? 'fib^ ' Paltiios ot" §6n^' ahd'other ' Poems 2^ ■jiiiN^^ouETNGfe 'irh 'dbrtoii grn to-.T Oh insolence, thou piercing swofd^i^ ' A mean foul act or spiteful word- j • • ■ Gripped with a base and vile contempt: What trophies does the strife a!fiPoftiJ3-i To thee in such a: vile accord P'.n t-^sA From guilt thou artithdleast/exi^Mixtl o''' : 7'; V! .)fi-!:Jo[) :/i jiii o 1- ■ iGNOMiNtfr.iffi I -igi^fiA rntiv- Oh ignominy' wretchdd'tiiiefdfoT t^o-I That never :spa.reS! from; wod nor gffgfff J" The meek and mild nor irinocerit I ' What trophiesgive to thee reHef That 'tis worth while, though life^bd hrief. To practice grimy detriment?" ! ■'' ^ ■'> i ' ■irigrjBD 3TB n-jb -d'UvaQ srlT yTHTAl/I ^-I^J^^p^-^^OH T^^HMAJ ,3J0T'// l9oq 3r[J ",337J istli oiBq?, riBmbooV/" ,3onO n->il ?'rrf:rfih(-!07/ od) Jbm bib aiBoJ aifl di'vff bnA olovab I laJfiM smlA ^rn oJ v/'oVi , .VIRTjIfEtANiDt'yiO^I ^mvroh \M Oh PrudeAce gi-a^ letthyjli^I^ljijp^^ g„^{T From piffaU aiid fronr ^nar^ :,[[Kwv.fh riirhiW Oh Justice true let all |, do,,,, f ^^ij ^^ rf^i.c/; ,.xa,-With thy bright hght^cojnp^j:e| .^.^^j^ ^^^^nsQ P"7 , temperance my, J^,f^ -^^ftn^fjlB ^rioJ My duties ^^1 to bea^; ^^ ^.,^: ^^ ^^^^^ ^^^^ . bweet tortitu,de, lest dread intrude* „trVrr -,n'^ ,-^ _ .Bask me within thy flare.: ..r;,, fjoH] f[-ofjodT '.':'.b^ I^aith divine,. thou hoiy;'shp,^^^jj^^j £ g^^^ • ^^\^hhi my temple shine:, _ ;^^„ j ^j ;i^- (Jh Hope sublime, of graces prime, ry°'j Make thou my temple ^^^X^i^^q odi sM ioVl Kind Cbarity, most cheerfully ,., -/r . ^.-r ,,^v Fnlight this temple mine : — r , ,,. ., i „^ 4„cr Ihose who thus live to God, will ^YC-^ f -,,.,it A TEMPLE PURE DIVINE -— rf-r— , ■■ iii:ob inoJ 26 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems VICE Let me deride the demon Pride That lures to vanity : Covetousness sha'n't me possess To mar my honesty : Let me not trust malicious Lust Lest mine be misery : No Gluttony shall ruin me To mere degeneracy : Grim Anger I shall e'er decry : Lest folly should be wrought: I'll ever loathe grim idle Sloth Lest I to doom be brought. I'll envy not like imps that plot Whose meanness larings them naught — Those who thus sin with demons in The Devil's den are caught. LAMENT FOR MY ALMA MATER Once, "Woodman spare that tree," the poet wrote, And with his tears did melt the woodman's heart: Now to my Alma Mater I devote My flowing tears which crystalize to art. Beneath the spreading tree the poet played, Thus to his heart became the spot endeared : Within thy walls infinities have swayed Which to the land a zealous poet reared. Beneath those leaves which fluttered in the breeze, Long after many tourists sought the spot: The thought to crystal art my tears does freeze. For when they fain would seek thee — thou are not. Though thou must fall, since progress so demands, And I must miss thee through each after year ; Though I must weep, yet shall my busy hands L'pon thy grave a monument uprears : Not like the pyramids of Egypt's plains ; Not like the marble mark of mortal's grave- — But an immortal dome, wrought with my pains That I from doomed oblivion thee might save. Written March 14, 1905, on hearing that the Long Swamp Central School build- ing was to be torn down at the end of the 1904-1905 term. The Pathos of Sonjj and Other Poems 2T VOCATION Be it in the field where the midday sun Licks the sweat that hot o'er your brow does run ; Be it in the stah where the bovine low Mingles with your song while the milkstreams flow ; Be it in the depth of the deep mine drift, In the foul damp air through the too long shift; Be it in the shop midst the flying sparks In the early morn ere yet soar the larks ; Be it shoveling coal on a flying train Midst the clouds of smoke which your face do stain ; Be it speeding on while your hands control, At the throttle, trains that swift onward roll; Be it with the sick — with the stricken one Where denying loving deeds are done ; Be it pushing through darkness, shine or rain That you may relieve all the sick from pain ; Be it in the school teaching children so That through all their years they may wisdom know; ^vC it preaching truth — pulpit or from stage — For the children seeking from age to age; Be it at the bar, causes to espouse. For rebuke of crime justice to arouse; Be it at the helm of the 'Ship of State' — Guiding safely on through its ev'ry fate ; Be it in strange home as servant maid, — Doing any work for a sal'ry paid ; Be it keeping house for a husband dear. While your children you will yourself uprear: Your vocation be whatsoe'er it may — Tact and talent will ever have their sway — Virtues are alone claims to dignity ; Ev'ry other claim is iniquity. M The Pathos pi Song and Other Poeii\s THE DIGNITY OF WORK. How bitter is the thought that e'er reminds One of one's utter sole dependency: How sweet the blessed thought that ever finds In work a dignified transcendency. . . •!• V V •** •*•, ■ . ' ' i" AMpiTIQNSFERYOR. Qli^^M&gW^iim' ^ =:>i-ifiqe -g^rt-IGHT ,{;,;(„ qoria arlJ ni Hi 3^. Borne on thfe pini'ons ambition ttnfolds'-^o aril nl Born of that glow which forever upholds, , .- f] Dazzling and shining, the arch ever bright^ !^.,',^ Bidding one enter the City of Light. .' ^^DtM • Holding aloof) with a beautiful charm ■nlh'igq?. Yi sH Battling the odds through the storm and the calm i Onward and upward the glorious flight. Hoping to ent^T'the GJiityjofLi^hfe ^'^^ 'i-ii'^'' '{'■ ^^-^ Glorious only while hope does assay ■.unl^rjcr Ji oM Grazing one's pinion to bear through th,^,f^gy-jp^^j'f Even ignoring the pains of one's pHght, Strivingtoenter the City of Eight. 1-'^ ^>ili "i ii 9^1 [WiOfrA imAiij ,..^,;; - -iu ' -v ''''''' '-'^ ^iswoirll JfidT Way m the distance the qity is, fseei;i.,, ,,;,;.,,.„.,„ ^j c^n Oh, for that grace which is ever serene] ,. ■.,,;,] ' Struggling and striving with uttermost might — Bravely approaching the City of Eighth odi Jfi Ji oil ... ,'. .-.. <. ' . ■' J ' j'y'jA'n lo"^ Nothing must daunt one mor ever af fright; -,,. (j ,^;; If one would win thei^ one bravely mupt f\g|^'f;^, " On through the darkness^the black of the' night, Eed by thelglowjoi the City :of;Lj^t,-.a?. ni ji -.;; "■hif,:] ^;p;^;p^^'^- r-hov/ vrf£ ignioQ Onward and forward and toward the Sea, Enthralled by strange Voices, thus guided are we: Roaring, the Breakers roll oV^r the ShoalS'— ^' . , The Billows' weird i^urrni!i¥' leiitices' bur 'so'iifsi^' ' .--':tifjpini ?J m'trAo "laiho y"f v.-.i The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 29 Tossed on the Billows is many a Craft Entreating the Breezes swift onward to waft Ships that are laden vith Treasures most rare. Most blessed the Pilot whose Ship the waves spare. Beacons that gleam from celestial heights Entail the safe courses ambition incites. Beacons revealing the dangerous Rock Flash curses on Pilots who foolishly mock. Mists may enwrap us in gruesomest pliglit, Still, hopefully groping our course through the Night, Onward we venture since cjuit means defeat, And that we should ne'er, while alive, dare to greet. Better to rock on the Billows that surge Than stranded on Shoals from which place naught may urge : Better to struggle 'gainst gruesomest odds Than idly to wait on the luck of the gods. Onward and forwafd arid over the Sea,; To Havens where Treasures our glory shall be. Tempests defying we break through the Wave, Our efforts displaying, our Treasure to save. FOR THE CHILDREN LITTLE BUDS. Little buds of mankind 'fb,f-I Opening into bloom ; Soon a brighter aspect These will all assume. Soon the play is ended And the worl^ ht^un-r^rj Using ev'ry effort ,._"', rt] ygjjj 'Gainst all odds to run,;^ 30 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems Soon you little children Youths and maidens are : Will you through the conflict Shine as shines a star? Shine through all your lifetime And the light reflect That your teacher scattered Which one may expect. T* "j^ "J* ^c» ^f* SWINGING ON THE TREE TOP. Blow wind blow, make me go Gently to and fro : Let me know are you so Sweetly soft and low? While I swing I will sing Till the echoes ring. Here I cling to this thing In a treetop swing. Oh how sweet this retreat — Lovely, yes indeed. Here I beat 'gainst the heat Like a bird — so fleet. Light and free — don't you see? And I sing with glee; For with me happily All things joy will be. When the days of our plays Will have run their race, May the chase leave a trace On each smiling: face. The Pathos of Sons and Other Poems 31 IN THE WOODLAND DELL. Come, sister dear, you need not fear To come along with me ; The path I know, which way to go — It leads from tree to tree. You need not care for fox or hare For I will have a stick, And little Pup is always up To ev'ry clever trick. Just follow me from tree to tree — Do keep me well in sight — And when you spy a rabbit shy, You must not get a fright. I know the place where rabbits race — "Tis by a rivulet ; It is a spot where oft I trot Till nigh the sun is set. We'll soon be there, for it is near — The lovely little dell : And there we'll stay, together play Till rings the supper bell. That which you hear so shrill and clear, Right up above your head — A songster bird that oft I've heard; Its feathers are blood red. He's perched so high that you can't spy Him in his sly retreat ; So take good care, do not him scare, And he'll his song repeat. \ ; ■!--(! to i);rn sno'^. 3o i'.oiUa*! oilT 32 Tli« Patlios of S-ong and Othei T'fiems His brilliant song is not so long But s\veet his yoice he'll raise; From tof) to top he'll all day hop And sing his Maker's praise. Come, sister'^ae^f! itrd^'iiFQ^?^^ ifek- What Ishall'ask'of ydii:^ u}^^ Ne'er be so vain to have him stain To plume your headwear too. '■•-;. '' :•.';': wo' i, iBO )ori bo3n uoi So now \ve're''ili^i''wh'e¥e 'we' caji'^^py The noisy little Tin,' 'V''^ -^J^^'' ';:''"^ And we can heair the: Tipplli%''Sl6kt That ne'er for once is still : ~'j:j-: :fioii Dfii 7/o[!oi J2tj'\_ It trickles 'twixt the' rocks 1?h€re-'[ffi5^, And ev'ry ripple tells li". n ni// hf;A That it finds -joy-^— without iaWiiioy' The woodland chorus swells; — 3-£-; :-ti(|;fr;7 a-rof!";; -ogIq 30.1 won>{ 1 While Mr. Frog, there; on a loggiT' Where both of us can seeio,!? b ?.i ll Attempts his.;best to maiiife^^in IliT That he a bull might be. — Tfian St Ji io\ .^tarlt '3d n603 Il'aV/ But hark! my dear, I i still d^.):^^a^^j Another voice so,^vyeet ;",^. m-j '-)(-{] [^nA The turtle dove must sui:ely-o|avefijY This beautiful retreat. ,TSpb bnc llndi; o>. "iBsd rruv dDirJ// j; Oh, some qear naipie iSAouldf^ijyj^^^.jij^ f^me- The s\yeetest harrripny-j-rr! -^.jii^xjnor:, A With ardent grace, to speal^f^jt^^fpl^^ise Of woodland melody. '^'^tlie'red'biM^ffierelis "siiilWis ail- ; ''' In strains both high and low'; The rivulet gives tones dulcet While it o'er rocks must go ; \ The Pathos of Sons ai«^ Other Poems 33 In yellow vest and green coat d^ress^d , The frog sings bass quite lowjT-V %'*" The turtle dove, on branch abov4. J"' -q His tenoi- weirdoes know: , t The gentle breeze does wave the trees -g^IT That beat the time so well— jg gfnHd sriT Thus harmony and melody ■. ni^^B gv;/ nsriV/ Are in the woodland delt^j^j^^^ lulhia A — gavlaa nwo luo riJiv/ iio cif os Jfj9 :ro^%¥^fft338 anfjJio^ nsffV/ \ g'sifi'^ ^d L^nrBiJgnoD stb aV/ FROLI^J9jy_, „^^jl^{, If/^ Last night arid dreamt the night ^ay, ,^7/' As visions rose and visions fell, There rose o^e,w§iQi?<:J,rmystjfte|l. r:inU iua ^>>[v fkil'Iif!-' n: iir;r;()T;; irrnoT oT Oblivion shades my former dreams ;; ,VT While this last vision glows and gleams; ' My heart beats time to that refrain Which Cupid chants— chants he in vain? You stood beneath the apple tree As down the road you gazed to see The one for whom your heart did beat, Awaiting me with love to greet. :>7ir! ^.-ir'^bofiTbl: og JbtIT I pressed my bosom; to your ow-fi- ,. jqorl I While -in your: eyes the lov^ light;^hQ©f^-IV/ When there I vowed yours to remain, To happiness. we.,did:attainin :j;-i;.ii[ [I'noY : asui'JT 37oI '(rn -id's nso rjo-{ 11 I felt your ha^p^'beatift'^ heaft'' "'"-lY From which I never more can part : f As there against my own it beat, I thought I never could retreat. My heart it beat an extra stroke . ^^i ^ ,-_ At which I from this dream aw^bke ^ ,, ,^V To find myself in bed bereaved -.-^f /(;;] Of all my joy, which me much grieved. 38 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems I sat upon my bed to hark And looked around, but all was dark: I felt as though I must be dazed — In my bereavement I was crazed. All sleep was gone so I arose — For rest I could no more repose. I dressed and paced the bedroom floor And wished that I had dreamt some more. I harly could be reconciled — I thought it must needs drive me wild, Because with heart and soul I long To tell you how my love is strong. You are the only one below On whom my love I can bestow And so when we again do meet, I hope you likewise me can greet. Don't think me cowardly, my dear. Nor that to speak these words I fear: I can't afford to wait till then When we perchance may meet again. From you I cannot keep a dream That so forboding all does seem. I hope with me you'll not be wrath When I would fainly plight my troth. You'll make me wretched if you choose — If you can e'er my love refuse : You'll make me happy Vv'hile I live If you can now my love receive. 'Twas thus a youth wrote to his love As he with youthful passion strove, And soon upon his love prevailed But later wished that he had failed. Tlie Pathos of Song and Other Poems 39 Angelic smile and formal kiss Were all that made him dream of bliss: With painful grief he realized That he had erred when life he sized. Had he but gazed beyond those eyes — Explored the soul where virtue lies; Had he but sought her virtues out Instead of formal habits proud. Had he but found her in the dough It would have made saliva flow — His lips were then more moist to kiss His love with genuine sweet bliss. A craving stomach moves the heart With passion that ills will impart: Eyes, cheeks and lips will lose their charm When virtue fails the soul to calm. PASSIONS. Once three fair youths took to journey to find Grace that would make three fair maidens to mind: Fair were these maidens with graces serene ; Worshippd was each by one youth as his queen. Strode they together the Wilderness through ; Soon found a Plain that was fertile and blue : Filled with emotion because they had found Homes which of needs full of grace must abound. Each took a portion — a third as his share — Striving henceforth their own homes to prepare: Proudly they planned how they soon hoped to fare, Ah ! but three troops of wild horses roamed there. 40 The Pathos of Song and Otljer, J?o;eijas Two flowing Rivers divided the Plain; One — Disposition, ,one^— Circumstance-^-twain , /.' Bordered the Land which the fool oQ?ji^p}i[^d, .[tj // While Disposition the simple defied.', i;ri r,,[ ji-n'f One was so simple— the. Steeds killed putrigl^t,] ! Dug with a Spade and rejoiced in his plight;,, .; Came his fair niaide.n^.with^silent, content, : ■. (i Both of them lived, J^li^t x^^jiijEe|jt^ejp,fqi^4;Spe^^e chf^ser-j-j , ; t j Shooing them ofif; they canie bacjk in . eac}]!. ;Case : Came his fair ma.iden to, starve in her plapq;: , ■ j ; Pining while he ^^^^s.B,yv.?i^.j:^fi^ttjifi. ^l]^se,_,o' ;' : One was discreet and a Lasso he made,— . Lassoed the Steeds and their sppiling hence stayed: Bitted and harnessed they worked in the:Plow-r- Happy and wealthy this; jVYJ^ej/jjajjijvvasnQw.r;-.:!// Came his fair maiden with him hence to bide — Happy was she in his .carriage to ride. This little legend of Steeds, my young friends, Read and remember — with passion it blends. bnri oJ y-jiniioi Oj zku'i ;-:fl.i;.iov -fiKl arifil SDfiO STJV/ :rr ';i)(n:)c nuot noo2 hi.'/ ])0\\H 1 -finr/mri ^-i£i 01 LpQRiTM'E-- FAT' O'F'TME ^LAP^I D^i X^buo-i^ 3i5d1 lyj!U!:.o-i f^as-toff bit// l:o kqouri oo'idl lud I HA The Pathos of Song- and Other Poeins 41 Posies of The Lord. Jtsus said: "Ye are the branches," When He said : "I am the Vine;" Now my soul doth, Hke a tendril, On the Tree of Life entwine, There to bask in Heaven's sunshine — Everlasting life restored — Thus to yield a fulsome harvest In the vineyard of the Lord. Jesus sat upon the mountain Where the fairest lilies bloomed, And He said, by way of contrast, How the saints should be costumed : "Solomon, in all his glory * * * Not arrayed like one of these" — But the 'Children of the Kingdom' Shall, in Glory, yet more pleased. Goes to the time of "Where the Shannon River Flows" or "Refuge' 42 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems Jesus said : . God wots all doing ; For He notes the sparrozv's fallf But the "Children of the Kingdom' Shall be noted most of all — For His Children are in Hostage While on earth they humbly dwell. When we're marshalled to the Judgment He will save His own from Hell. Jesus sought to save the wayward When He said: "I am the zvay." Those who follow in His footsteps Are not ever led astray While He leads us to the Mansions That for us have been prepared ; For He said : "I would have told you' Had Our Father not so cared. Jesus saw us through the darkness When He said : "I am the Light;" Now He leads on to Glory 'Round the Pitfalls of the Night; And we see the Throne of Heaven Through the darkness from afar, Lit in everlasting glory For our never-failing Star. Jesus saw our minds confounded, Then He said : "I am the Truth;' And He gave us understanding — Now the way of life is smooth. Jesus is a thorough Saviour; Jesus is mine all in all. I am glad He came from Heaven To redeem us from 'The Fall.' The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 43 Jesus spake of noble shepherds Having had an hundred sheep, Who, when one had gone to wander, Never close an eye in sleep — Leaving ninety-nine together To recover one lost lamb — When He said "I am the Shepherd.' Of His blessed Fold, I am. Jesus promise to the faithful Who His sayings do believe — They shall live for everlasting In the dwellings they achieve ; But the 'Floods' and 'Winds' shall sunder From the 'Sands' these fools who mock. Oh 'tis Glory — hallelujah! I have built upon the 'Rock.' Jesus taught us conservation When He said : "Ye are the Salt"— And He warned 'gainst losing savour Carping at a brother's fault ; For He blest the persecuted That should suffer for His sake, Pointing out the martyred prophets As upon the mount He spake. Jesus spake to His disciples Of the things he must forbid: "Neither do men light a eandle^' 'Neath a bushel to be hid. He rebuked against for swearing When He said : "Szvear not at all"- Ouite restraining us from vengeance- Saints must never so appall. 44 The Pathos of Song' and Other Pooms Jesus spake of holy "Tycasurc" When He taught us how to hve, Gladly helping one another — Never scheming while we give — Saying: "Do not sound a trumpet" Lest we only chance to do Like the hypocrites and heathens Whom your Father never knew. Jesus taught us holy manners \\'hen He spake of 'Dogs' and 'Swine'- "Lcst they turn against and rend yon" \^ lien you thrust them truths divine. Furthermore He gave us warning Of the prophets we must shun. B\ whose hypocritic manner We must never be undone. Jesus taught us how to nurture In His vineyard worthy fruit When He told us, very plainly, Ev'ry kind grows on its root: "Grapes of thorns and figs of thistles'" Are not gathered e'er of men — Of a 'Good Tree' yielding 'Good Fruif We shall gather yet again. Jesus spake of John the Baptist In His eulogy of love When He spake with veneration Sanction by the 'Heavnly Dove;' For He said : "This is Elias''- — The enigma here revealed As He gave interpretations In the prophesies concealed. The Pathos of Song av.d Other Poems 45 He rebuked the vain and haughty Who would scorn His Holy Word, When He likened them to children Tliat were utterly absurd — "Calling unto fcUozvs saying: IVe have piped, yc have not danced; ]]'e have mourned, you've not lamented Quite in haughtiness entranced. Jesus gave us consolation When he set from sorrow free As He said : "my yoke is easy." "Take iny yoke and learn of me." Jesus said : "I'm meek and lowly' — IMaking thus the humble blest : "Yc that labour heavy laden' Come and, I zvill give you rest." Jesus taught us of 'the Kingdom' — Unity in full command, When He said : "A house divided 'Gainst itself can never stand." While the Pharisees would fainly With their falsehood Him entrench It was shown them. It was written "Smoking flax shall He not quench.'' When diciples, animated, xA^sked of Jesus who should be Of the greatest in His Kingdom, Jesus taught humility : For "except ye be converted" — Quite as humble as a child — There's no room for you in Heaven, Where abide the meek and mild. 48 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems Jesus warned against offences And of drastic measures spake. Even unto amputation When tJie Kingdom is at stake. Heaven guards the httle children When offences are the case — Jesus said: "their Angels akvays Do behold Aly Father's face." Jesus spake in daring posies That would make His foes to carp — "Like the sign of Prophet Jonas :" — Full of wit and pointed sharp When He toasted John the Babtist: Nor reed shak'n with the zvinds :" Nor "a man clothed in soft rainmenf — This was baffling to their mind. Prodding Pharisaic leaven, Jesus gave the final knell, Branding Pharisees as "lost sheep Of the House of Israel." And He taught His faithful workers Who 2ire "zvorthy of their meat" — If a house or a city scorns you, "Shake the dust off of your feet." Jesus called upon the Father, Praying, in Gethsemane : "If this cup, except I drink it : May not pass azvay from me" — While He felt the spirit willing And He said : "TJiy will be done" As He bartered for redemption Other measure there was none. The Pathos of Song and Other Poems 47 "Unto to every one that asketh," Jesus said, "It shall be given." Whosoever truly seeth He shall find the way to Heaven, "For to every one that knocketh" Jesus opens wide the door ; Though the way is straight and narrow He will lead us evermore. (Amen.) 48 The Pathos of Song and Other Poems Gethsemane, the Sculptor's Meed- On the Judgment seat of Ages The Assize Eternal sits, Taking issue with the Sages While the Sculptor's Hammer hits Telling blows upon His Chisel As He shapens ev'ry stone — Knocking off the superficial Thus for evil to atone. Weirdly on the worldly-stricken Falls the ever haunting Clang As with faithlessness they're stricken O'er their momentary pang. Never anguish could compare with Jesus in Gethsemane When the Sculptor had to care with "Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me." For the Temple of His Heaven In the New Jerusalem This firm Rock was duly Riven That it might conform to them Who, by Peter, James and John, were Seen transfigured when they shone As the Bed Rock Stones whereon was To be laid the Corner Stone. 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