{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3142", "width": "2441", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "IjJBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap- Copyright No.\\nShelf.\u00e2\u0080\u009eXVf Sy\\nhS93\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "p. F. WITHEKSPOON.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\nBY\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nP. F. WITHERSPOON\\ncincinnati\\nThe Editor Publishing Company\\n1899", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES RECEIVED.\\nUrbrary of CoD,r\u00c2\u00ab% P^ 1 ^A^\\nOffice of tht r.\\nNOV 16 1899 X\\\\\\\\\\\\^^\\nReglsUr of C\u00c2\u00bbpyrlrlitifc\\ntt i O ,,y ly\\nOOPYEIOHTID\\nM fTOK PUBLISHING COMPA.NY\\nClHOINNATI.\\nSECOND COPY,", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "DEDICATION.\\nTo her, who taught my infant lips to say\\nOur Father; who nightly knelt with me to pray\\nBeside my trundle-bed; who day and night,\\nE en from the prime of life till hairs were white\\nWith three-score years and more, gave me her life\\nOf widowhood, twixt earth and heaven a strife.\\nTo stay with me or go and be with one,\\nHer loved and lost\u00e2\u0080\u0094 around yon great White Throne.\\nOf myriads gathered for Eternity,\\nNone there more bright, more fair, more pure than she,\\nMy Mother.\\nTo two, whose early lives with mine did blend\\nIn one unbroken spell; too soon to end,\\nAlas, too soon. From Earth they passed away,\\nTo that bright world where angel spirits stray.\\nAnd yet I feel that they are with me here,\\nTheir smiles the same, their words to memory dear;\\nTheir gentle influence lingers with me yet;\\nTwo loved ones whom I never shall forget,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMy Sisters.\\nTo one who tarries with me still; despite\\nThe love and beauty of that world of light;\\nDespite the calls of those who ve gone before,\\nWho call and beckon to the yonder shore", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "She tarries here with me And it is well:\\nFor how could one without the other dwell\\nOn Earth? But by and by, to that bright shore,\\nI ll take her hand and gently lead her o er,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMy loving Wife.\\nTo all of those whose lives flow side by side\\nWith mine whose influence like a gentle tide\\nMakes pure the life, and lifts the soul above\\nThe sordid joys of Earth; whose purest love,\\nHeart, hands, and lips to word and action given,\\nLeads on the soul from Earth to bliss of Heaven.\\nTo these; to Mother, Sisters, dearest Wife:\\nAnd those; who make life what there is in life,\\nTo Woman,\\nThis little book is dedicate.\\nLa Grange, Ga.\\nMay, 1899.\\nTHE AUTHOR.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nThe Mountain Rill 1\\nPoesy 6\\nA Soldier s Life 6\\nGood-bye g\\nThe Old Man s Home 9\\nEmma Star 13\\nNew Year Greeting 14\\nThe Soldier s Last Farewell _ iq\\nDeath In Prison 17\\nThe Rainbow In Prison _ 19\\nThe Fort Gaines Prisoner _ 24\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Now Let Me Sleep, Mama _ _ 32\\nTo Pauline 34\\nSister 35\\nWinnie Davis 36\\nAcrostic 37\\nThe San Jacinto Flag 37\\nThe Haunted Po-d 38\\nAutograph 43\\nTo the Graduates of 187H 43\\nForTollie 46\\nFor Tennie 47\\nFor Leila 48\\nFor Mayo 50\\nSeniors. Farewell 52", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Graduated ---.-_ 53\\nFor Lalle 53\\nTo the Graduates of 1874 54\\nTo May .--_..\\nWith Paradise Lost g3\\nThe First Sunset _ 54\\nFor Birdie -.--._ 59\\nThe Last Sunset _ ^q\\nFor Nannie 74\\nLittle White Violet 75\\nBingen On the Mine _ 73\\nKaiulani ---_.. g^\\nThe Laat Sabbath Bell g?", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nA time there was, but ne er will be again,\\nWhen rhyrne flowed freely from my nimble pen,\\nWhen thoughts that live and breathe, and words that tell,\\nCame like pure waters from some mountain dell.\\nBut now the pen grows stiff, the heart grows old.\\nThe thoughts that burned, forever have grown cold\\nThe channels from the mountain glen are dry.\\nAnd hopes that made life young seem doomed to die.\\nWell, be it so; such changes matter not;\\nMine is none other than the human lot;\\nThe tenderest ties, like new-born infant s breath\\nAre soonest riven by the cruel hand of death.\\nAnd yet I would not break the lingering spell,\\nNor to its joys and pleasures say farewell\\nBut sometimes even yet would humbly soar\\nOn Pegasus, as in the days of yore\\nOn fearless wings of inspiration roam.\\nAnd mid the spirit worlds would find my home.\\nTHE AUTHOR.\\nLa Grange, Ga.\\nMay, 1899.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\nTHE MOUNTAIN RILL.\\nLike fairy dream\\nOf fancy born\\nAt quiet evening- tide,\\nA little stream\\nOne bright May morn\\nLeaped down the mountain side.\\nLike maiden coy,\\nOr youthful bride\\nAll flushed with joy\\nAnd girlish pride,\\nIt glides along\\nWith sportive song,\\nSeeking itself to hide.\\nNow here, now there,\\nFilling the air\\nWith mu iic sweet\\nFrom crag it leaps\\nAdown the steeps,\\nA moment sleeps\\nJust at your feet;\\nNor longer stays\\nTo court your gaze\\nBut onward flows.\\nMore rapid grows.\\nTill headlong goes,", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\nDashing,\\nSplashing,\\nOver-pouring,\\nWildly roaring,\\nDown the mountain side.\\n^Twas beautiful! so gay, so bright,\\nSo lovely fair\\nReflecting tints of Heaven s own light;\\nFree as the air.\\nClear as the sky, pure as the snow.\\nTinged with a meteoric glow\\nAnd colors gay\\nIts beauty dazzled us awhile.\\nThen with a parting smile\\nIt passed away.\\nChild of the azure sky,\\nBegotten of the sun,\\nThy race is run\\nGood-bj^e.\\nThe rill passed on. It heeded not\\nThe comments of these mortal men;\\nIt knew the course of human lot\\nAs here and there, as now and then.\\nAnd gone, gone, gone.\\nMid cliffs and crags of mountains wild\\nIt roamed along, true nature s child,\\nNor loitered by the way.\\nFeeling that life is all too short.\\nThat duty leaves no time to sioort\\nOr idle for a day.\\nIt hastened on.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\nAs thus it reached out toward its goal,\\nThe love of nature filled its soul,\\nAnd love of nature s God\\nWhen lo\\nWith rapid flow,\\nForth from the mountain side there rushed\\nA mighty stream with ocean roar;\\nAnd white with spray its waters gushed\\nFrom cavern deep, the open door\\nTo unknown depths of earth.\\nFrom cavern deep where ghouls have birth.\\nAll freighted o er\\nWith mighty store\\nOf mystic lore\\nOf days of yore.\\nIts waters pour\\nFrom caverns deep and dark.\\nIts mighty numbers ceaseless roll,\\nLike the lone echoes of the soul;\\nDost thou not hear them? Hark\\nA mighty hand, from an exhaustless urn.\\nPours forth the never-ending flood of years.\\nA belt of darkness seems to bar the way.\\nLong, low, and distant, where the life that is,\\nTouches the life to come. The flood of years\\nRolls toward it, near and nearer. It must pass\\nThat dismal barrier. What is there beyond?\\nOur fathers God! from out whose hand\\nThe centuries fall like grains of sand,\\nO, make Thou us, through centuries long,\\nIn peace secure, in justice strong;", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\nAnd, cast in some diviner mold,\\nLet the new cycle shame the old.\\nAmen.\\nThe streamlet heard, and i)aused, abashed;\\nAnd then,\\nOn self-destruction bent,\\nA moment flashed.\\nThen headlong dashed,\\nDashing,\\nLashing,\\nClashing,\\nSplashing,\\nDown, down, still down, it went.\\nBeyond the reach of eye or ear.\\nInto a chasm, dark and drear.\\nThe chasm of despair;\\nNo mercy there;\\nThe dying echo of its roar\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd all is o er.\\nReader, thou hast the story of a life,\\nTwixt duty and mere selfishness a strife^\\nPride and humility.\\nBecause one cannot be.\\nIn heaven s galaxy,\\nA ruling sun.\\nThen he ll be none.\\nAnd this I am to-day.\\nGod help me now I pray,\\nTo live anew,\\nTo up and do", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\nWith all my power\\nFrom this good hour,\\nThat when my course is run\\nThat when the Judgment Day shall come\\nAnd each must stand and hear his doom;\\nOn that great day\\nThe Judge may say\\nWell done;\\nPoor, trembling soul, come Home,\\nCome Home.\\nPOESY.\\nOh, cherish thou the gift divine\\nCourt oft the muse\\nAnd into every word and line\\nStrive to infuse\\nThe life and spirit of the happy past,\\nThose days of yore.\\nPerchance some thought, whose magic spell\\nFinds utterance there,\\nMay thus in truth our story tell,\\n(God grant the prayer)\\nMay wake to life an influence that shall last\\nForevermore.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\nA SOLDIER S LIFE.\\nI wander forth at eve\\nOn the lone sea-shore, where the dark waves lash.\\nAnd the breakers roar, and the madcaps dash,\\nAnd the Storm-king holds his sway-\\nIn dreadt nl wrath.\\nBy an adverse gale on the dark waves borne,\\nIs a lonelj^ sail by the temi^est torn\\nAs she struggles on her way\\nIn her homeward x)ath.\\nO sailor brave, what arm can save?\\nThe ocean wave will be thy grave;\\nBeneath the deep thou lt sleep the sleep,\\nThy long, lone sleep\\nWhile hearts with pain and anguish torn\\nShall watch, in vain, from dewy morn\\nTill dusky night for thy return\\nAnd eyes, once bright, with tears shall burn^\\nShall watch for thee and weei?.\\nI look again at morn.\\nThe skies are bright, no clouds are seen;\\nThe sunbeams light, with silvery sheen.\\nFall on the wavelets of the sea,\\nWhich kiss the shore beneath my feet\\nAs glad once more their home to greet.\\nThen sink to rest in joy and peace.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\nAnd now is heard in sportive glee\\nThat joyous bird, the sea-gull free,\\nSoaring, fluttering far on high\\nThen wings adroop, down, down they swoop.\\nLike snow-flakes falling from the sky;\\nOne moment lave neath the rippling wave,\\nThen soar away to join in play.\\nAnd never cease.\\nBut see, that lone sail s coming now!\\nThe sunbeams play around her prow,\\nThe sea-breeze bends her graceful mast;\\nShe nears the shore, her journey s o er,\\nThe storm is past, her anchor cast.\\nShe s safe, she s safe, she s home at last.\\nSuch is my life, so lonely here,\\nSo full\u00c2\u00bbof strife, so dark, so drear.\\nNo one my lonely heart to cheer.\\nO soldier brave, what arm is there\\nThy soul to save from dark despair.\\nWhile tempests roar and billows roll.\\nAnd trials sore beset the soul?\\nOh say, what arm with mighty power\\nShall save from harm in this dread hour,\\nFrom fiery dart and wicked art\\nOf the Storm-king of the human heart?\\nThere comes a voice from the mighty deej).\\nWhen the storm is hushed and the billows sleep:\\nMine is the power, mine the will.\\nMine the voice the storm can still.\\nTrust thou in me and fear no ill.\\nThy staff I ll be and comfort still.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\nO God, I trust in Thee. Be Thou my friend,\\nAnd guide my frail bark to its journey s end\\nNor let me from Thy precepts wander far,\\nThy Word my Compass, and thy Cross my Star.\\n(On Picket. 2l8t Ala. Cedar Point, below Mobile. Feby., 6i)\\nGOOD-BYE.\\nWhere er I be, where er I roam.\\nMy spirit free still turns to thee\\nAnd to loved ones at home\\nStill whispers oft in tones so soft\\nThat every heart-string feels the thrill;\\nStill tells of one now far and lone.\\nAnd bids thee bless the wanderer still.\\nThen fare thee well. Where er I go\\nMy heart with love for thee shall burn.\\nAnd when\\nAt evening hour\\nThis spirit-power\\nShall bind thee with its secret spell.\\nJoin with me there in fervent prayer,\\nTo Heaven, for my return;\\nAnd feel and know\\nI m with thee then,\\n(Camp Fisher, Va. March U, 61.)", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\nTHE OLD MAN^S HOME.\\nOn a sea-girt isle, in the morning gray,\\nI watch the wavelets kiss the shore\\nI watch the mad-caps feathery spray.\\nAnd list the billowy breakers roar;\\nDashing, splashing, ever lashing.\\nGlad to meet the strand once more\\nMeeting, greeting, ever beating,\\nOn the island shore.\\nAs one by one the strand they lave,\\nThen ripple back to their Ocean home\\nTo sink beneath in their deep down grave.\\nOr in trackless path for aye to roam;\\nMethinks in their murmurs sad and drear,\\nSo like my own heart s pensive strain,\\nAs they kiss the shore this voice I hear:\\nWe meet, we meet, but to part again.\\nTis the quiet hour, of day the last.\\nFor thought and fancy ever blest.\\nWhen cares of anxious day are past,\\nAnd wearied nature sinks to rest.\\nThe clouds float lightly o er the sky,\\nThe sun is sinking in the west.\\nHis beams fall softly on the eye.\\nReflected from the Ocean s breast.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "10 SPARKS\\nDipping, tipping-, ever sipping,\\nThus the sunbeams lave,\\nSuing, wooing, ever ruing.\\nKissing every wave.\\nAnd as he sets, each parting ray\\nGilding the waves with golden sheen,\\nIn silent sadness seems to say\\nWe meet, we meet, to part again.\\nAnd thus it is from morn till eve\\nLife is a stage of scenes unknown,\\nJoys come and go, hopes oft deceive,\\nWe grasp at pleasure and tis gone.\\nYes, joy and pain at once we sip.\\nOne breath says howdy, and good-bye;\\nThe greeting kiss scarce fades the lip\\nEre parting tears bedim the eye.\\nMeeting, greeting, ever fleeting;\\nLike a vv^akeful dream.\\nStarting, darting, ever parting,\\nOn life s rapid stream.\\nLife is a stage, a scene, a dream\\nA dream undreamed, a tale untold;\\nThings are not always what they seem.\\nFor all that glitters is not gold.\\nTo-day we yield to pleasure s power.\\nTo-morrow brings us care and x:)ain;\\nFor change is stamped on every hour,\\nWe meet, we meet, but to part again.\\nDo pleasures tlien like bubbles burst\\nUpon the lips that would caress?", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 11\\nThen whence this burnnig-, harrowing- thirst,\\nThis long-ing- after happiness?\\nWhy grasps the soul at every joy,\\nWhy sports around each luring flame.\\nIf pleasure s but a brittle toy,\\nIf hope is but an empty name\\nIf life is ever on the Aving,\\nAnd all things hasting to decay;\\nIf hopes that bloom in earliest spring\\nLike roses soonest fade aw^ay;\\nIf love is bat a fickle ray,\\nA Will o the Wisp, a meteor bright,\\nThat lures us on like summer day\\nTo leave us in the gloom of night?\\nTasting, hasting, ever w^asting\\nAll things bright and fair;\\nBending, pending, ever w^ending,\\nTending to despair.\\nThen who could bear the bitter fate.\\nThe aching breast, the bleeding heart.\\nWhich scarce has learned to know its mate.\\nAnd love her, ere they re forced to part?\\nOh, who could bear life s weary hours\\nOf cheering hopes, of torturing fears,\\nOf once bright, but now faded flowers.\\nThe severed ties of long, long years?\\nOr w^ho those ties would reunite.\\nOr trust again Love s brittle chain?\\nWho see Hope s web so often blight,\\nYet spin the bright tissue again?", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "12 SPARKS\\nAh, life is not an idle dream,\\nA thing when happiest soonest o er,\\nFor just beyond the Avhirling stream\\nI see the shore, the golden shore.\\nThere all is sunshine, naught is gloom,\\nNo tear to dim the love-lit eye\\nThere hopes, fond hopes, immortal bloom.\\nAnd loving hearts shall never die.\\nSome on life s surface gaily ride\\nAnd chase each bubble as they go.\\nNor seem to think its wayward tide\\nLeads on to wretchedness and woe.\\nWhile others strive to stem the flood,\\nAnd beat across the downward wave\\nTo that bright shore, home of the good,\\nHome of the true, the pure, the brave:\\nAnd as they near the Happy Land\\nA glad shout greets them from the shore,\\nThe welcome shout of an angel band\\nWe meet, we meet, to part no more.\\nThen forward, onward, ever homeward.\\nTo the golden shore\\nMeeting, greeting, never fleeting,\\nMeeting there to part no more.\\n(Prisoner on Ship Island. Xov. 64.\\nOn the fly-leaves of The Old Man s Home, a little book pi esented by Mrs.\\nMary E. Randall, of New Orleans.)", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 13\\nEMMA STAR.\\nLong years ago I loved a lass\\nWith slender form and graceful air,\\nAnd rosy cheeks and ruby lips,\\nAnd sparkling eyes and glossy hair;\\nHer name was Emma Star.\\nHer form was like the mountain sylph s,\\nHer hair was that of fairy queen\\nYet timid as the wild-wood fawn,\\nThe sweetest blush that e er was seen\\nWas the blush of Emma Star.\\nHer cheeks were red with glow of youth,\\nHer lips were soft as dewy night,\\nHer eyes were like two chincapins\\nBathed in a sea of liquid light\\nThe eyes of Emma Star.\\nStar of my destinj^ my life,\\nStar of my boyhood s every dream.\\nStar of life s morn, so fair, so bright;\\nGliding adown youth s wayward stream.\\nI worshiped Emma Star.\\nTime flies, life ebbs: on all things else\\nChange his unchanging seal has set;\\nLong years have gone, that self-same light\\nBeams o er my wandering pathway yet\\nThe Love of Emma Star.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "14 SPARKS\\nSunshine or storm, or night or day,\\nMid smiles of joy or sorrow s tears,\\nBright in my boyhood s fancy dreams.\\nStill brighter in my manhood s years-\\nThe Love of Emma Star.\\nStar of my boyhood s early love.\\nStar of my manhood s sterner life,\\nMay ne er a cloud o ershade thy life.\\nMy loving, fond, and faithful wife\\nMy own dear Emma Star.\\nBattery B. Mobile, Feby. 14, 1865.\\nNEW YEAR GREETING.\\nAs loving- hearted, merry and gay\\nThe mocking-bird sits in the month of May,\\nSits in his bower and warbles away\\nHis beautiful song all the livelong day:\\nAs loving-hearted, happy and free\\nThe humming-bird flits, in his sportive glee,\\nFrom flower to flower and from tree to tree,\\nFlitting along so thoughtlessly:\\nAs loving-hearted, faithful and true,\\nThe innocent dove with his softest coo\\nHis mate to his side would so fondly woo,\\nSo my spirit comes, my loved one, to you.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 15\\nComes in the morn with the dawn s early light,\\nComes in tlie noon with the snnshine so bright,\\nComes in the eve with tlie soft, stilly night.\\nComes, with thy spirit a true love to plight.\\nComes with its fond hopes, comes with its fears,\\nComes with its sunshine, comes with its tears,\\nComes with its happiness, comes with its sorrow,\\nComes with the hope of a bright day to-morrow.\\nComes when oppressed with a burden of care.\\nComes when weighed down to the brink of desi3air.\\nComes when o erwhelmed with tlie billows of grief.\\nComes then to thy spirit to seek for relief.\\nComes when thy spirit is thoughtful and sad.\\nComes then my spirit thy spirit to glad;\\nComes when thy lone heart is trembling with fear.\\nComes then my spirit thy lone heart to cheer.\\nYes, whatever my lot, where er I may be.\\nBy day or by night, on land or on sea,\\nIn sadness and sorrow, or blithesome and free,\\nMy spirit is coming, still coming to thee.\\nThen come at my spirit s call, come, oh come\\nWhile the stars are lighting the heaven s blue dome;\\nThrough all those bright worlds together we ll roam\\nAnd find for our twin spirits in Heaven a Home.\\nNear Dumfries, Va. Jany. 1862,", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "16 SPAKKS\\nTHE SOLDIER S LAST FAREWELL.\\n(In his lady-love fl album for my friead, Willie Marti a. Sergeant Co,\\n2l8t Ala.,afterwardg killed by my side in a rifle-pit at Spanish Fort.)\\nFarewell. It mayibe long ere we shall meet again as we have met.\\nYes, fare thee well, and when thou rt far aw^ay,\\nAnd memory round thy soul has thrown her spell,\\nThen grant one fond, one lingering thought may stray\\nBack to this heart which bids thee now, farewell.\\nYes, breathe one earnest wish, one faithful prayer,\\nWhich o er my heart, with talismanic power.\\nShall shed the sweets of heaven s own native air,\\nAnd cheer me on in every lonely hour.\\nIt may be long ere we shall meet again.\\nAnd yet I would not be by thee forgot.\\nOne lasting link I d weave in memory s chain.\\nOne charm to whisper still, forget me not.\\nThen let this tribute be that mystic link\\nBinding thy spirit to the happy past:\\nLook often on;this page and fondly think\\nOf one who ll love thee long as life shall last.\\nDark clouds now shade my life, and darker yet\\nThe hand of fate may write my destiny:\\nOne light shall ne er grow dim, one star ne er set,\\nThat light, that star, the love I bear to thee.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 17\\nThen go, and fare thee well, my friend;\\nI would not have thee stay mid scenes of strife,\\nWhere rage and madness all their furies blend\\nAnd poison all the sweetest streams of life.\\nMay smiles of heaven like sunbeams round thee play.\\nMay joy like flowers in spring-time round thee bloom,\\nMay life to thee be one long summer s day,\\nFreighted with pleasure, free from every gloom.\\nAnd when in quiet eve, when none is near.\\nMy spirit passes by in memory s train,\\nThen think of me and breathe this fervent prayer,\\nNeath brighter skies may we soon meet again.\\n(Her family left Mobile for the interior, and they two met no more.)\\nDEATH IN PRISON.\\n(Found drad ill bis bunk in Picajune Piefs, N. O., Private Shepherd,\\n21st Ala., Aug. 9, 1864.)\\nIn the lone prison wall, on the still Sabbath night.\\nWe had gathered us all round the taper s dim light.\\nWhile the minister told,\\nWith a tear on his cheek, (that mute voice of the heart\\nWhich no tongue can e er speak and no language impart)\\nThat sweet story of old", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "18 SPAEKS\\nOf the Savior who died, guilty sinners to save\\nFrom the dark rolling- tide and wide gasping grave\\nOf eternal despiiir\\nOf his beautiful home in the mansions above,\\nWhere he bids us all come, and with heart full of love\\nWaits to welcome us there.\\nOh, how sweet thus to feel the blessed Spirit of grace\\nWith his influence steal through this singular place,\\nFrom the wide world shut in;\\nAnd full many a soul with its burden of grief\\n^Neath that Spirit s control did here And relief\\nFrom the power of sin.\\nBut one there was here who joined in the song\\nAnd the spirit of j^rayer, wiio was destined e er long\\nTo that home to be shown;\\nFor the morning light broke with its health-giving air,\\nBut he never awoke his dead body was there,\\nBut his spirit had flown.\\nNo mother stood by him to list his last sigh.\\nNo sister w^as nigh him, none to close his bright eye.\\nBright and sparkling no more.\\nNot a comrade was near his last moments to watch,\\nHis last wishes to hear, his last whisper to catch\\nOn the storm-beaten shore.\\nBut all lonely and lone in the still hours of night.\\nNot a pain, not a groan, he crossed o er with delight.\\nAnd by angels was borne.\\nWith a smile in his eye and good-bye on his lips,\\nTo that home in the sky where the light ever drips\\nWith the dews of the morn.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 19\\nYes, his lips seemed to say: Tell my friends I have crosse d\\nTo that bright world of day where the soul is ne er tossed,\\nNor from loved ones be-driven\\nMy wife, ah twill grieve you my sad story to tell,\\nTis hard thus to leave you, thus to bid you farewell,\\nBut I ll meet you in heaven.\\nThen his body we bore to its coffin of pine.\\nAnd we joined as before in the music divine\\nAnd the spirit of prayer;\\nBut he knew not a word that the minister said.\\nNor the sweet music heard as we stood round the dead\\nColdly slumbering there.\\nNot a dirge sad and lone, not a step to keep pace,\\nAll alone he was borne to his last resting place.\\nOf life s journey the end.\\nAh, my life shall grow old, and its sun shall be set,\\nAnd this heart shall grow cold, e er I ever forget\\nThe sad deatli of my friend.\\nTHE RAINBOW IN PRISON.\\nA cotnp ete arcb, onp end resting on the ground between ug and the\\nouter wall; the other extending far out into Dixie.)\\nThou beautiful Rainbow, thou emblem of Love,\\nHow oft have I gazed on thine exquisite form,\\nAs it spanned in its archway the heavens above,\\nAnd betokened the sunshine in spite of the storm.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "20 SPARKS\\nHow once as I watched at the door of my cot,\\nFrom my dearly loved home, my own Sylvan home\\nOf all of Earth s Edens, the loveliest spot,\\nI gazed on thy beauty lighting heaven s dark dome.\\nWith my arm round the form of the one I love best,\\nHer hand on my shoulder, the other in mine,\\nOf the claims of the world I forgot all the rest,\\nEnamoured of Beauty, I knelt at her shrine.\\nI studied thy colors, the purest of light.\\nSo softly relieved by the dark sombre sky.\\nThen studied her features so joyous and bright,\\nAnd looked down in the depths of her liquid eye.\\nEnchanted and spell-bound, a suppliant I bowed\\nTo the Goddess of Beauty; and scarcely could tell\\nAt which of her shrines I most fervently vowed\\nOr which priestess I worshiped, I loved both so well.\\nI gazed on thy loveliness, then on her own\\nI looked at ihine archway, then at her form:\\nA smile lit her features\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the victory was won,\\nShe had all of thy sunshine and none of thy storm^\\nThou beautiful Rainbow, thou emblem of Hope,\\nWith thine arms round the world, and thy center\\non high.\\nAs if dangling the earth in thy wonderful scope\\nWith a ribbon of light from the dome of the sky.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 21\\nHow oft have I watched thee, thou delicate arch,\\nThou creature of light, hanging out in the sky\\nO er the path of the sun in his triumphal march,\\nTill the storm-king was hushed, and the clouds had\\npassed by.\\nThus when dark clouds of doubt had come over the soul\\nAnd the hopes that were anchored to earth had been\\nriven.\\nWhen the wild tempests toss and the dark billows roll,\\nThine arch sjjans the sky like the gateway of heaven.\\nThou beautiful Rainbow, thou emblem of Faith,\\nHow sweet are tlie lessons I gather from thee,\\nAs I hear in thy beauty that voice as it saith\\nFear not, I am with thee where er thou mayst be.\\nAt home or away, on the sea, on the shore,\\nIn the sunlight of joy, or on sorrow s dark tide.\\nWhen the wild billows rage, and the mad tempests roar.\\nStill I shall be with thee, thy guard and thy guide.\\nWhen cut off from all of earth that is dear.\\nFrom home and its loved ones, from children and\\nwife,\\nFrom friends and companions, from kindred so near,\\nShut out from earth s beauties till weary of life;\\nThen turn thine eye upward, and gaze with delight\\nOn the beauties of heaven, the home of the blest.\\nWhere hearts here dissevered by death s cruel blight\\nShall be mingled again and forever at rest.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "22 SPARKS\\nThou beautiful Rainbow, thou emblem of Peace,\\nThou dost light up the sky mid the storm and the rain.\\nThou dost point to the time when this warfai e will cease\\nAnd the blessings of Heaven smile on us again.\\nWith one arm in my prison and one at my home,\\nThou dost bridge o er the space twixt hearts near\\nand dear;\\nHow glad o er thine archway my spirit would roam\\nAnd meet with my loved ones, their lone hearts to\\ncheer.\\nOr I^d whisper a message, a special dispatch,\\nI d send o er thy love-line a telegram true,\\nIn letters of Beauty, her bright eyes to catch\\n^I love you, my dearie, Hove only you.\\nThou beautiful Rainbow, thou emblem of Heaven.\\nI welcome thee here, thou sweet friend of my heart;\\nThou comest when my soul by dark tempest is driven.\\nBright hope to awaken, and peace to impart.\\nLong years shall roll onward, life s sun shall be set,\\nx^nd the night of the grave its dark sable pall\\nShall spread o er my i^athway, ere I ever forget\\nThy visit, my sweet friend, to this lone prison wall.\\nThen stay, thou bright vision, oh fade not away.\\nLet me gaze on thy beauty and live in thy light,\\nTill my soul growing purer, day after day.\\nShall reflect thine own image, all ^jeerless and bright.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 23\\nBut no, thou art fading, fast fading- from view.\\nLike all of earth s pleasures thou rt passing away;\\nAnd I gaze with regret on thy last lingeiing hue\\nAs it tinges the cloud like the sunset s last ray.\\nBut the clouds too are gone and the storm now is o er.\\nAnd the sky far above me is cloudless and clear.\\nAh, tis thus when the storm clouds of sorrow may lower.\\nAnd the earth seems the darkest, that heaven is near.\\nThen welcome afflictions, and sorrows, and tears;\\nAnd welcome the trials through which we may come\\nAnd welcome the dark clouds of doubts and of fears;\\nIf they bring us thus nearer to Heaven, our home.\\nYes, I welcome you all, I fear not your power.\\nThough all maybe darkness, around and above;\\nI hail you with pleasure, if in the dark hour\\nI can see but the Eainbow of Mercy and Love.\\nSoon the clouds will be past, and the storm will be o er,\\nEarth s journey be finished and life have its end,\\nAnd my soul find its home where storms are no more,\\nIn the home of the Savior,. the sinner s best friend.\\n(Picayune Press, N. O.)", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\nTHE FORT GAINES PRISONER.\\n(Military Prison. Picayune Press. N. O.)\\nTwas night,\\nAnd o er the Crescent City reigned supreme\\nThe power of sleep while all the living stream,\\nWhich through the veins and arteries thrilled\\nOf this great thoroughfare, awhile was stilled\\nAs if in death. No voice was heard; no sound.\\nSave the slow tread of guardsmen stationed round\\nA dusky wall, which formed the living grave\\nOf patriots, who their native land to save\\nFrom thraldom worse than abject slavery, dared\\nThe combined powers of earth defy; who shared\\nThe toils of war, and nobly now endured\\nIts deepest dregs, in prison walls immured.\\nThe bells long since had chimed the midnight hour;\\nAnd famished hearts and limbs bespoke the i^ower\\nOf Nature s sweet restorer, balmy Sleep.\\nIn dreams of home and loved ones, still to keep\\nHer sway o er man, e en in a prison wall:\\nFor now the prisoners slept; but no, not all.\\nOne heart there was, God knows how many more\\nThere may have been, one heart with sorrow sore;\\nOne mind weighed down with cares that seethed the brain\\nAnd filled the heart with racking, aching pain.\\nTill nature failed, and tears which long had slept.\\nCrept down the furrowed cheek; the soldier wept.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 25\\nAnd wherefore wept? what grief can wring the tears\\nFrom that stern heart inured by test of years\\nTo toils of camp and battle s fearful strife?\\nCan it be thought of loved and lovely wife,\\nWho now the lonely night-long watch must keep,\\nBeside the trundle-bed where sweetly sleep\\nTwo fair-haired boys, as bright as e er were seen,\\nAnd prattling little girl, the sweet Pauline?\\nAnd ever and anon with lialf affright\\nThe mother gazes out into the night.\\nListening perchance some warning sound may come\\nTo tell of vicious foe who seeks her home\\nWith hell-invented weapons, fire and hate\\nOh God, in mercy spare her such a fate.\\nThen kneeling by the loved ones nestled there.\\nShe clasps her hands in fervent, fai -hful prayer,\\nThat God would save her country, and restore\\nHer husband to her longing arms once more.\\nWas it such scene before his fancy swept?\\nAh no, all this was his; but not for this he wept.\\nCan it be thought of downtrod native land\\nStruggling in grasp of wicked tyrant s hand?\\nCast off by friends, down-trodden by the foe.\\nShe cries for lielp in this the hour of woe,\\nCalls on her sons with her last faltering breath,\\nTo gather round and save her from this death.\\nAnd now from every glen and mountain home.\\nFrom hill and vale, they cry: *We come, we come.\\nOn to the rescue, on; and nobly dare\\nOur land to save, or else her ruin share.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "26 SPARKS\\nHalf million hearts are on her altar laid,\\nHalf million heroes grasp the battle blade,\\nWhile now is heard the dreadful clang of strife;\\nFoe against foe, battling for dearest life\\nOh God, he cries, is there no power to save,\\nNo arm to shield the fortunes of the brave!\\nOh Thou, who rulest the destinies of men,\\nAnd seest all in one infinite ken.\\nShall wrong o er right shall vice o er virtue reign,\\nIn this, the confines of thine own domain?\\nAnd must it be that I thus far away\\nFrom friends and comrades, in these walls must stay,\\nWhilst they are struggling on the battle plain.\\nFor rights which lost can ne er be won again?\\nOh bitter fate, too hard to bear! Oh grief.\\nTo which e en death itself were sweet relief!\\nOh God of justice, hear, in mercy hear\\nOh God of love, my bleeding country spare\\nWere these the thoughts that racked the man of years,\\nOpening afresh the fount of childhood s tears?\\nWas it for this he wept? All this was his,\\nEnough for which to weep; but no, twas not for this.\\nTwas not for this? Then tell, we pray, what grief,\\nWhat woe unheard, what pang beyond relief\\nCan yet be his, can yet befall the lot\\nOf frail humanity? Ah no, twas not\\nThat he was lost to friends and kindred near,\\nLost to his home, to wife and children dear.\\nLost to his country, nor could hear her cry\\nIn this the hour of her extremity.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 27\\nAh no, twas not that he had toiled in vain,\\nHad spent long wintry nights of cold and rain\\nOn the bare ground, or stood neath sultry sun\\nTill nature s strength o ertasked, her powers outdone.\\nDisease lays hold and claims him as her own,\\nSo that with frenzied brain and feverish tone,\\nUpon his lonely bed, all racked with pain,\\nHe fights his battles o er and o er again.\\nCalls for his mother, calls for sister dear,\\nAlas no mother there, no sister near.\\nCalls then again, and begs, but begs in vain.\\nHis head to lave, to ease his torturing pain.\\nAlas! no mother s ear hears his distress;\\nNo tear-dimmed eye to watch, no lips to press\\nHis pallid brow; no soft, white hand to lave\\nThe burning temples which with fienzy rave.\\nCalls for his darling wife, calls her by name,\\nOne drink of water, love, to quench this flame.\\nThis parching thirst, to cool this throbbing brow.\\nAlas, no darling wife is near him now,\\nNo gentle hand to soothe, none to caress,\\nNo eye to pity and no lips to bless.\\nTwas not that he and his had fought in vain\\nAgainst the minioned host that filled the plain:\\nFor days and nights had kept tliem at arm s length\\nThough numbering five to one in point of strength,\\nUntil on all sides, on the Gulf and Bay,\\nThe iron fleet Avas drawn in proud array.\\nNumbering in guns two hundred to our -none.\\nKnowing that all was done that could be done,", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "28 SPARKS\\nResistance was but self-destruction now,\\nWith tear- dimmed eyes and stubborn wills we bow\\nTo fate s behest. Our country s flag they lower:\\nTheir stars and stripes run up; while cannon s roar\\nProclaims, Fort Gaines is lost, Fort Gaines is lost:\\nStill echoing through our hearts, 4ost, lost, lost.\\nBut this it wiis: that after all he d borne.\\nFrom wife and friends, from home and country torn,\\nAnd after having toiled through all in vain,\\nHis country s rights and honor to maintain,\\nBy overpowering numbers forced to yield.\\nFor want of arms to quit the bloody field,\\nThat those to whom he looked for sympathy\\nShould brand him, and consign to infamy\\nHis character, as traitor, coward, knave,\\nUnworthy to associate with the brave;\\nDenying even the humblest soldier s meed,\\nA country s gratitude for well-done deed.\\nAh who, but knows ingratitude s sharp sting\\nWith all the poisons that around it cling.\\nAnd who, but feels its keen and poignant smart\\nPiercing like barbed arrow to the heart.\\nIts power can tell? To love a child too well,\\nTo feel her influence, with a magic spell,\\nLike tender tendril twining round the heart.\\nTill of one s very self she forms a part:\\nDay after day, year after year, to kiss\\nHer cheeks of innocence, nor ever wish\\nThat she has grown to womanhood; to press\\nHer angel form, her ruby lips caress.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 29\\nTill twined around the heart, with viper s fang\\nOf base ingratitude she sends a pang\\nThrough every vein of limb and quivering frame,\\nPoisoning the heart whence her own being came\\nPoor ingrate, lilve the mistletoe, she dries\\nThe source of her own life-blood, and then\u00e2\u0080\u0094 dies.\\nAh, worse than winter snow or summer heat.\\nAnd worse than loss of friends and friendship sweet,\\nAnd worse than e en this life in prison wall,\\nIs this, ^the most unkindest cut of all,\\nWhen friendly hand armed with the poisoned steel\\nStrikes to the heart the wound it ne er can heal.\\nAh yes, of all ingratitude the worst.\\nMost bitter, most unkind, to be accursed\\nBy one s own country, from her bosom hurled.\\nAn outcast on the sneering, scorning world,\\nUnfit to live, unfit to be a slave.\\nScorned by the coward, pitied by the brave;\\nOh God, he cries, if I am right, defend:\\nIf wrong, then mercy show, forgiveness lend;\\nPress me not down to death, mercy, forbear.\\nIt mads my brain, it drives me to despair.\\nOh strongman, rouse thee from thy grief.\\nThere yet is hope, there yet is one relief:\\nThy country calls, in agony she calls\\nOn to the rescue, ere she bleeding falls.\\nRush to her Standard, snatch it from the earth.\\nAnd swear, ah, swear by her who gave thee birth.\\nBy wife and children dear, by graves of sires.\\nBy all that s dear of earth, by fond desires", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "30 SPARKS\\nAnd cherished hopes which in the future lie,\\nOh, swear for her to live, or with her die.\\nUp from thy g-rief and on the battle plain\\nThou yet shalt live to wipe away this stain,\\nTo give the lie to knights of pen and ink.\\nBrave knights, who fain would have the country think\\nThemselves its sole defence gainst every wrong.\\nSanctum Sanctorum, double casemate strong,\\nBear witness while the daring deeds we tell\\nOf those brave knights who in your castles dwell:\\nThey forge the bolts of muflfled thunder dread,\\nWith choler, bile, and indigaation red;\\nAnd shells with spit- fire filled, from air-guns hurled,\\nWhizzing and fizzing and bursting o er the Vv^orld,\\nTill the whole universe moves on in fear\\nOf dormant powers, torpedoes slilmbering there.\\nBrave knights they battle in imagination.\\nAnd at one stroke o erwhelm the whole creation\\nOne stroke of pen, not sword no, by my song,\\nSwords to their line of business don t belong;\\nWeapons they use peculiar to their trade,\\nAnd charge with bombast, fustian, and tirade,\\nBeating e en Samson, if you d hear them tell,\\nWith that fierce v/eapon which he used so well.\\nAt once to earth a thousand men he hurled;\\nWith the same weapon they ve oft whipped the world.\\nAnd so they snort, and so they madly rage,\\nIjike some huge beast confined in iron cage.\\nThe tempest boils and boils, until, alas\\nThe teapot bursts, when out comes a bag of gas,\\nOr what you please, so you don t spoil my rhyme.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 81\\nAnd so we ll let them rage. There comes a time,\\nWhen Peace on earth will hold her gentle sway,\\nAnd man forget his fellow-man to slay;\\nWhen truth and love and justice will prevail\\nO er every foe that dares their rights assail;\\nWhen honest wortli and merit will decide\\nWho sinks beneath, who rides upon the tide\\nOf public favor. Then tiie world will know.\\nThen historj^, the great statute-book will show,\\nWho was a patriot, and who not. Then fame\\nA niche will give to each immortal name\\nA niche within her temple s sacred hall;\\nA niche wrouglit out in solid marble wall,\\nBy days and years of honest toil and strife\\nFor virtue, honor, liberty, and life.\\nWithin this hall e en now methinks we see\\nThe names and forms bright in futurity.\\nThere in that loftj arch, in bold relief,\\nYou see the loved form of our warrior chief.\\nWhile round him cluster an illustrious throng\\nOf braves, who would claim homage of my song\\nDid time permit. Braves did I say? ah, braves:\\nWhose deeds will live despite oblivion s waves.\\nWhen names of meaner men forgotten lie,\\nTheir names will live, they were not born to die.\\nBut time forbids, we leave this sacred hall-\\nStop, see, what niche is this in outer wall,\\nWith bars closed up like some lone felon s cell?\\nWhat statue strange is this? for mercy tell.\\nOh, this is the niche of would-if-he-could-be-Jove,\\nHim who with borrowed thunder vainly strove", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "32 SPARKS\\nTo rule the universe. This niche he wrought:\\nThe ruling passion strong in death, he thought\\nThat all would like to see him as they pass,\\nDictator of the tea-pot, poor bag of gas.\\nNo more the lion brays with split-quill calls\\nHe s tabled here, and here the curtain falls.\\nPeace to his bones, and specially his jaw-bone.\\nAs to his soul, all s easy, for he had none.\\nNOW LET ME SLEEP, MAMA.\\n(La t words of little Percy Lockhart. Pontotoc, Miss.)\\nMother, oh mother, I m weary to-night.\\nI m weary of sunshine, weary of light,\\nWeary of darkness, of night s drearj i all;\\nI m weary to-night, mother, weary of all.\\nThen lay me again in my soft trundle bed,\\nSmoothe down the pillow under my head.\\nThen by my bedside your soft vigils keep:\\nNow let me sleep, mother, now let me sleep\\nMother, mother, now let me sleep.\\nBrush back the locks of my light glossy hair,\\nPlace your soft hand on mj^ temx)le so fair;\\nPress those fond lips to my feverish cheek.\\nAnd words of sweet cheer to my faint heart speak.\\nSpeak tome kindly, speak words of joy,\\nTell me you love me, call me your boy:", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 33\\nThen by my bedside your Boft vigils keep,\\nNow let me sleep, mother, now let me sleep.\\nMother, mother, now let me sleep.\\nYes, gaze once again in my liquid eye,\\nReflecting from heaven like the evening sky\\nThe most beautiful tints are ever the last.\\nAnd the brighter they seem the sooner they re past.\\nThen gaze once again ere my eyelids close\\nAnd the heart sinks to rest in its calm repose.\\nThen by my bedside your soft vigils keep.\\nNow let me sleep, mother, now let me sleep\\nMother, mother, now let me sJeep.\\nThen place on his bosom the roses rare.\\nBrush back the locks of his light glossy hair,\\nImprint the warm kiss on his cold marble brow.\\nAnd speak in soft whisperings\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he heeds not now.\\nIn the churchyard lone where the dark willows wave,\\nLay him away in the cold, silent gravt-.\\nWhere angels around him soft vigils shall keep\\nThere let him sleep, mother, th( re let him sleep;\\nMother, mother, there let him sleep.\\nAnd oh, when the storms on life s ocean shall roll\\nTheir billows of care o er thy sorrowing soul,\\nThen think of the love-light that beamed from his eye,\\nAnd look from this dark Avorld to Heaven s blue sky,\\nWhere all is so happy, so bright, and so fair.\\nAnd know that thy loved one is waiting thee there.\\n]No sickness, no sorrow, no vigils to keep,\\nNo more to sleep, mother, no more to sleep;\\nNever, never, never to sleep.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "34 SPARKS\\nTO PAULINE.\\n(Scatteiing flowers on the grave of little Percy.)\\nBring flowers, bring flowers, for the beautiful dead.\\nBring flowers to strew o er his narrow bed.\\nThey are blooming in beauty and sweetness now;\\nBring flowers, fresh flowers for his marble brow,\\nFor his lily white hand and his glossy hair:\\nIt is meet they should fade in their beauty there.\\nBring flowers, bring flowers, for the beautiful dead\\nBring flowers to strew o er his lonely bed.\\nWhere the moonbeams play with trembling light,\\nAnd the stars look down in the soft stilly night.\\nLet their fragrance float out on the silent air,\\nIt is meet they should waste their sweetness there.\\nBring flowers, bring flowers, for thine earliest love,\\nWhose spirit has gone to the bright world above.\\nHas burst from its home in the cold, worthless clay\\nWhich neath the lone sod now goes to decay.\\nBring flowers, bring flowers, for the loved one now gone,\\nBring flowers, bright flowers, to fade here alone.\\nAh, often in childhood together you ve played.\\nAh, oft through the garden and orchard you ve strayed,\\nWith hand joined in hand, through long happy hours,\\nForgetting all else, you ve gathered the flowers;\\nThe flow^ers are withered, the bright hours are fled.\\nBring flowers, white flowers, for the early dead.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 35\\nSISTER.\\nSister, what magic charm hangs round the name,\\nWhat fire mysterious thrills my very frame\\nBreathes o er my soul a sense of joy complete,\\nOf happiness, for heaven and angels meet.\\nStar of Love s canopy the brightest, best;\\nSoul-beacon, guide to an eternal rest.\\nShould e er the world grow cold, and heartless prove.\\nI ll hie me to that home, a sister s love.\\nWould I could live with thee thus ever near.\\nWould I could love thee still; nor hope, nor fear.\\nBut thou wouldst share or soothe nor joy, nor pain,\\nBut thy young heart would image forth again.\\nYet such can never be; this happy state\\nMust change beneath the iron hand of fate\\nThat loving heart was never made for me,\\nWe part, we part, such is our destiny.\\nSome unknown one will woo thee to his side,\\nEre long will claim thee as his gentle bride;\\nWill tear thee from thy brother s aching breast-\\nNo more; I bow, tis all-wise Heaven s behest.\\nAnd this, then, is our lot, it must be so;\\nThy happiness demands it, dear one go.\\nFor all that s fair on earth, that s dear above,\\nI would not stay thee from the bliss of Love.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "5 SPARKS\\nYet oft amid life s sunny spots and shade,\\nThis heart will fill with thoughts of Sister dear;\\nAnd ah, should sorrow e er thy soul invade,\\nTurn to this heart and say, my home is here.\\nAnd when for us the sands of time are run.\\nAnd when these ever changing- scenes are o er.\\nAnd when we view on earth life s setting sun.\\nWe ll meet in Heaven, and meet to part no more.\\n(Sylvan Home, Miss.)\\nWINNIE DAVIS.\\n(September 18th, 1898.)\\nWhile the leaves are sadly shading.\\nIn the forests slowly fading,\\nNeath the autumn sky\\nNow the time for farewell parting\\nIn the hour of homeward starting.\\nE en the time to die.\\nDaughter! how we did adore thee.\\nAs we loved thy sire before thee.\\nVision fleet and fair!\\nIn the home of God, the giver,\\nSoldiers, when we cross the river,\\nWINNIE DAVIS will be there.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\n37\\nACROSTIC.\\nEmma darling,\\nMine to cherish,\\nMine to win and\\nAlways happy,\\nFickle hearts may\\nUnsuspected,\\nLove me, dearest,\\nThine I ll be, love,\\n(Picayune Press. Oct. 1st, 1864.)\\nEmma dear,\\nMine to cheer,\\nMine to woo,\\nAlways true.\\nFor awhile,\\nUs beguile.\\nLove me, wife.\\nThroughout life.\\nTHE SAN JACINTO FLAG.\\nCome, Veterans, here in one great throng-\\nConvened from near and far.\\nCome, one and all, join in my song\\nOf the flag with a single star,\\nHurrah, hurrah, for the Bonnie Blue Flag, hurrah!\\nHurrah for the San Jacinto Flag,\\nThat bears a single star!\\nYour heads are white, your bodies stooped\\nAnd rough with many a scar;\\nBut here s your flag that never drooped.\\nThe flag with a single star.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "38 SPARKS\\nA band of brothers now are you,\\nOf heroes famed in war,\\nAnd soldiers all well tried and true\\nOf the flag with the single star.\\nWe sing it without boast or brag,\\nYour names immortal are,\\nWith this your San Jacinto Flag\\nThat bears the single star.\\nFlag of our fathers, doubly dear,\\nNone can thy glory mar;\\nOne loud hurrah, one rousing cheer\\nFor the Flag with the single star.\\n(Sung for the Veterans, by Little Pauline, at their Paris Reunion. The\\nold soldiers went wild with excitement, and crowded the stage.)\\nTHE HAUNTED POND.\\nThe summer sun was beaming down\\nOne sultry July day.\\nAs all alone I jogged along\\nMy tiresome, lonesome way.\\nA shady mill-pond near the road.\\nGood luck, I chanced to spy;\\nAnd lighting from my weary steed,\\nNow for a swim, said I.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 89\\nMy green silk suit and garskin cap\\nI donned with easy grace.\\nThen sank into the water clear\\nAs twere my native place.\\nFull half an hour had passed away,\\nA fisherman I spied\\nInto a little nook I swam\\nBeneath the bank to hide.\\nTwas freedman with his pole and line,\\nWhistling a merry tune,\\nAnd straying from the neighboring mill\\nTo spend his hour at noon.\\nNow pole and line, and hook and baiL,\\nAre all arranged so quite;\\nAnd on the bank he takes his seat\\nJust waiting for a bite.\\nEfeneatli the water then I sank.\\nWith scarce a stir or sound,\\nAnd in a trice right at his feet\\nI came up with a bound.\\nMy garskin cap, my dripping beard.\\nMy wildly staring eyes\\nOne rebel yell, you should have heard\\nThat frightened darkey s cries.\\nDown to the mill he took his flight.\\nHis story to relate\\nAnd well I knew twould not be long\\nThat I should have to wait.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "40 SPARKS\\nExcited voices soon I heard\\nApproaching from the mill;\\nInto my nook beneath the bank\\nI slipped, so sly and still.\\nSambo, you s sho you seed him dar?\\nNow boy don t tell me lie.\\nSeed him, Dad Joe, den if I aint,\\nI hopes dis nigg-er ll die.\\nSeed him, I did; you bet your life.\\nSeed him and heerd him too.\\nHe wunk his eye, he grit his teeth,\\nI gos! dis nigger flew.\\nI know jis what it is, says Joe\\nI se seed de berry same\\nDown on Pedee, in Souf Caline;\\nDe Marmaid,dat s de name.\\nNo sir, said Sam, dat wa nt no maid;\\nDat was a grown up man\\nHis beard was longer an Marse Jim s\\nHis face was mighty tan.\\nHis skin was green like lizard s skin.\\nHis head looked like er eel s;\\nAnd when he grinds dem teef, good land,\\nDis nigger show his heels.\\nI b liebe Sam s skeered till yit, says one,\\nHe s feered to git his pole.\\nYou don t git me down dar, says Sam\\nI aint gwinenigh dat hole.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 41\\nDad Joe s skeered too, another said,\\nFor all you hearn him say\\nHe s seed dese t ings, he s ready now\\nFust man to run away.\\nIt aint no sich you sultin chap\\nTo talk bout ole man so.\\nWell dat s all right; but jis de same\\nYou is afeered to go.\\nNo sich, says Joe Den showyo self,\\nGo down and git a drink.\\nThis was a trump. The old man stared,\\nAnd came down near the brink.\\nHe took the cane and lashed the waves.\\nSay, Marmaid, whar you go?\\nHe s way down under, Sambo says,\\nFeel deep down, Daddy Joe.\\nHe s furder out, ole man, says he,\\nDat bout de place he been.\\nJust then I rose with a wild yell\\nAnd jerked the old man in.\\nHe grabbed a root; I pulled and tugged;\\nBut bravely he swung on;\\nThe spender broke; I had the pants\\nBut Daddj^ Joe was gone.\\nIn a short while I neared the mill\\nAnd rode up to the crowd;\\nOld Joe was standing in the midst.\\nAnd talking wild and loud.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "42 SPARKS\\nHe told the manly fight he made\\nAnd with a victor s tones\\nHe showed the print of monstrous teeth\\nThat well nigh crushed his bones.\\nAnd then he showed his bloody shirt\\nAnd limbs with many a scratch;\\nAll which, I thought, might be the work\\nOf some wild-briar patch.\\nBut when he came to name the thing,\\nI swan by dis ole hat\\nOf all dem t ings in Souf Caline,\\nNebber was one like dat.\\nThe years rolled on. I passed again\\nThis pond in summer time\\nIts banks were thick with briars wild\\nIts waters green with slime\\nThere moccasins and reptiles vile\\nHeld undisputed sway;\\nThe days of fishing in that pond\\nWere passed and gone for aye.\\n(On the way to Tuscaloosa. 1854.)", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "SPAEKS 43\\nAUTOGRAPH/\\nFor Miss Caroline Stahl.\\nSome write for love, some write for pelf;\\nIt matters not, each writes himself.\\nOr good or bad, or wheat or chaff,\\nTis all the same, an Autograph.\\n(I. F. C. Jndependence,Mo.)\\nTO THE GRADUATES OF 1873.\\nWhere is thy Home?\\nTis not the humble cot in shadowy vale,\\nTis not the mansion with its glittering w^ealth,\\nISTor yet the palace with its threatening tow^Ts;\\nNor isle, nor vast extended continent.\\nAh no, tis none of these. Not these my home;\\nNor e er can be my home is not on Earth.\\nSome call her Mother Earth, and boast her wealth\\nMagnificent; but I am not her child,\\nI am a pilgrim here, and far from Home.\\nNor is it in yon orb, the God of Day\\nMen call him ^uch, and such indeed he is.\\nWhen we compare him with this molecule.\\nThis crust of matter which we call a world.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "44 SPARKS\\nWell may we call him glorious God of Day,\\nAnd bow us down and do him reverence.\\nAnd yet, with all his glory, I would spurn\\nTo look upon him as mj Home. Ah no,\\nHis light would pale, and he himself grow dim.\\nBeneath the light of those resplendent lamps\\nThat hang encircled from my father s dome.\\nWell, where then is thy Home? And wouldst thou know.\\nAnd wouldst thou see? Then go in the twilight hour\\nAnd look upon the deep blue vault of heaven.\\nYes, look with steady eye and steadfast gaze,\\nInto the dread immensity of space.\\nSeest thou those thousand and ten thousand stars\\nThat shine like diamonds in that arch of blue?\\nThese are the lamjjs hung in my Father s grounds.\\nSeest thou those nebulse, like thistle-down\\nUpon the wind, so high thouglit scarce can reach.\\nMuch less the eye?\\nThese are the flowers that bloom around his door.\\nSeest thou that Milky Way, of worlds and worlds,\\nSystem of systems and systems yet untold.\\nReaching far up and onward in their course.\\nBeyond the grasp of thought, beyond the limit\\nOf conception vast, yet on and upward still?\\nThis is the flowery avenue that leads\\nUp to the vestibule of Heaven, long which\\nE en now I see the angels as tliey come\\nTo bring to me their messages from home.\\nAnd oft times there they linger mid those worlds,\\nAnd tell of mortal, with immortal soul.\\nChained down to earth, imprisoned here in clay.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 45\\nAnd longing to be free, to take his flight\\nAlong this avenue, and wing his way to Heaven.\\nDost think that I am far from Home? Tis far.\\nThe distance beggars thoiiglit. The mind, in vain.\\nRuns out and reaches, then runs out again;\\nPlaces herself on mountain s topmost peak\\nOf distant star, and looks, then soars away\\nOut to the verge of thought; and stationed there\\nLooks upward still, and upward looking soars,\\nAnd soars and looks; till wearied by long flights.\\nAnd disappointed oft, she droops to earth,\\nOnly to try the same task o er again.\\nAnd yet it is not far. A few more days,\\nAnd may be years; a few more happy seasons\\nSuch as this which we enjoy to-day,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and then\\nThe summons comes, the thread of life is snapped.\\nNo fabled Hades there to stay my flight.\\nBut up that avenue, like arrow from the bow,\\nLike lightning from the cloud, like thought itself.\\nThe soul is sped, the angel shouts are heard,\\nThe pearly gates are passed, and I~am\u00e2\u0080\u0094 safe at Home.\\nAnd now\u00e2\u0080\u0094 farewell:\\nWe meet no more as we have met\\nAnd yet I would not be by you forgot\\nOne word to keep my place in memory yet.\\nOne thought to whisper still, Forget me not.\\nOne little word in quiet evening hour,\\nWhen night o er earth her mystic veil has cast,\\nOne thought with talismanic power\\nTo link me then with memories of the past.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "4(i SPARKS\\nThis word is Heaven; and when in after years\\nThe lone heart bows itself in fervent prayer,\\nThen look far out beyond those myriad spheres,\\nAnd think and know that I am waiting for you there.\\nFarewell, farewell.\\n(C. F.C, Pontotoc, Miss.)\\nFOR TOLLIE.\\nUp through that vast expanse of blue,\\nThe dread immensity of space,\\nBeyond the reach of thought, yet true,\\nUnseen, unknown, there is a place,\\nThe Glory Land.\\nIt once was seen by one of old\\nIn vision clear, in blissful dream\\nSo bright, so glorious, we are told\\nA seventh heaven it did seem,\\nThat Glory Land.\\nEye may not see, ear may not hear,\\nNor mind conceive such height of bliss.\\nAll else is dark, all else is drear.\\nYes, deathlike when compared to tliis.\\nThe Glory Land.\\nTollie, tis hard from friends to sever,\\nTo say farewell to those we love\\nBut we shall love and love forever.\\nWithin the spirit-world above.\\nThe Glory Land.\\n(Woodlawn F. C, Paris, Texas.)", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 47\\nFOR TENNIE.\\nO sweet enchantress, Poesy divine,\\nSpirit of innocence, of childhood s early years,\\nCome back again\\nAnd in my Tennie s heart build me a shrine.\\nOne which mid smmy smiles or dreary, shadowy tears.\\nShall aye remain.\\nLet it be built of truth and holy love,\\nWrought out by faith and inlaid all with precious gems\\nAnd purest gold\\nWith diamond spire of Plope, pointing above,\\nReminding her of golden harps and diadems,\\nAnd joys untold.\\nYea, come once more and touch for me that heart.\\nFor fear the present, as so oft has been the past.\\nBe all forgot\\nStamp there my name as by love s magic art.\\nAnd neath it let these words in glory-light be cast,\\nForget me not.\\nThen when the future comes with all its train\\nOf memories of fondest hopes and brightest hours.\\nOnce all her own\\nWhen the fond heart would wander back again\\nThrough the dim past, and conjure up those summer flowers,\\nFaded and gone.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "48 SPARKS\\nOr else when blasted hopes and withered joys,\\nLike mistuned lute strings, echo through the vacant heart,\\nNor ever cease\\nWhen the lone spirit spurns these earthly toys,\\nTurns from these faded flowers, turns from the world apart.\\nTo seek for peace:\\nThen whisper to her heart the name of one\\nWho sought to cast a ray of sunlight o er her way.\\nSweet spirit, lend\\nThy gentle sway, that, when thus sad and lone.\\nShe grant to me one loving thought, and kindly say:\\nHe was my friend.\\n(C. F. C.,Pontotoc,Mi3S.)\\nFOR LEILA.\\nYes, Leila, dear Leila, my dear little friend.\\nThis life is a journey, the grave is its end;\\nAnd man is a pilgrim, and Heaven his goal;\\nAnd his promised reward is the life of the soul.\\nThen hasten we on over valley and mountain.\\nNor loiter mid roses, nor linger by fountain.\\nStay not.\\nYes, hasten we onward, for short is the day,\\nThe moments are passing, fast passing away.\\nSoon this journey of life with us will be o er.\\nSoon the places that know us will know us no more;\\nThough the mountains be snow-clad,no guide-post,nomark.\\nThough the valleys be death-like, so dreary and dark,\\nPress on.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 49\\nYes, hasten we onward, for life flies apace;\\nAnd he who would win in this heavenly race,\\nHas no time to lose, not a moment to sioare\\nFrom a life of devotion, of watching and prayer.\\nBut upward and onward to the bright glory land,\\nWhere the friends we ve loved here in one happy band\\nWe shall meet.\\nHow sweet is the thought as we journey along,\\nOft mingling the teardrop and sorrow s sad song\\nWith the duties of life that devolve on us here;\\nHow sweet then to think that loved spirits are near.\\nThat they re urging us onward, and waiting the day\\nWhen, freed from this prison, they will bear us away\\nTo the skies.\\nAnd sweet is the thought when together we start.\\nWith hand joined in hand and heart joined in heart.\\nWith hopes running high, with the future all bright\\nAnd glorious with haloes of love s mellow light.\\nWhen fate, in a moment, our pathways may sever.\\nAnd hearts, torn asunder; say farewell forever\\nOn earth.\\nOh, sweet is the thought at a moment like this.\\nThat beyond this dark vale is a heaven of bliss.\\nWhere each teardrop we ve wept here, shall turn to a smile,\\nAnd each farewell that faded the lip for awhile.\\nWill be seen as a rainbow hung out in the sky\\nTo remind us of friendships and loves that sliall die\\nNevermore.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "50 SPARKS\\nIs this so? Then welcome the time when we too,\\nWith torn hearts, shall whisper that sad word, adieu:\\nThough it come like a heart-throb without a relief,\\nThough it sweep o er the soul like an ocean of grief.\\nYet we ll heed not its power, we ll yield to it never;\\nFor ere long we shall meet, once again and forever.\\nIn Heaven.\\nC.F, C, Pontotoc, Miss.\\nFOR MAYO.\\nAnd now to you, mj^ Mayo dear,\\nI bid to you a sad farewell.\\nWould that as poet, prophet, seer,\\nYour future years I could foretell.\\nAdown Old Time s meandering stream\\nSome twenty, thirty years or more,\\nI spy a maid whose age doth seem\\nThat magic number, just two score.\\nYes charming forty. Who can tell\\nWhat myst ries cluster round this joint.\\nThis broken link, this weird spell.\\nWhere time seems whittled to a point.\\nThe sun may lise and set, and years\\nMay glad flow on as glad they came\\nShe changes not, mid smiles or tears,\\nHer age remains for aye the same.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 51\\nMid ruffs and puffs, mid trills and frills\\nAnd smiles that come like April showers;\\nAnd catnip tea and syrup squills,\\nMingled with Balm of a thousand Flowers;\\nOh, who can count the joys of life\\nThat cluster round her, proud and haughty.\\nWith air of queenly freshness rife,\\nAnd face that speaks her fair and forty!\\nOthers grow old and fade away\\nAs joys depart, as woes betide;\\nShe changes not, still does she stay,\\nStill lingers on the sunny side.\\nIs t you I see Ah, so you say\\nBut I say not. Not such your fate.\\nFor you there comes a happier day.\\nOr else the adage I misstate\\nNo goose so gray, but soon or late,\\nShe ll find an honest, fond, and faithful mate.\\nC. F. C, Pontotoc, Miss.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "62 SPARKS\\nSENIORS, FAREWELL.\\nSeniors, farewell. Your task is done,\\nThe battle fought, the victory won.\\nThe strife is o er.\\nThe toilsome day, the sleepless night,\\nThe teacher s frown, the school-girl s fright,\\nWill come no more.\\nThe girlish romp, the merry play\\nThe school- girl s joy, life s brightest day.\\nToo bright to last;\\nThe sunny hours, the fleeting years\\nOf joys and griefs, of smiles and tears;\\nAll, all are past.\\nThe skies are bright, the coast is clear,\\nNo waves, no breakers, now appear\\nOn life s smooth sea.\\nHeaven guide your course and grant it may\\nBe smooth, and bright, and glad, for aye.\\nAs now it seems to be.\\nr. F. C, Pontotoc, Miss,", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 53\\nGRADUATED.\\n(For Miss Mary High.)\\nI m free, I m free, as the bird of the air;\\nNo one to govern, and no one to care;\\nWhen I say yes, no one to say no;\\nSo give me the reins and let me go.\\nC. F. C, Pontotoc, Miss.\\nFOR LALLE.\\n(Opposite picture of Sunflower and broken stem.)\\nAs the sunflower turns\\nTo the King of the day\\nAnd breathes from his beams\\nThe life-giving ray\\nSo, my daughter, your warm heart\\nShould turn to the truth\\nAnd find in its bright beams\\nThe life of your youth.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "54 SPARKS\\nThoug-h the storm may sw^eep oveiv\\nThough clouds intervene,\\nTill the sun s light he hidden\\nHis face be unseen\\nWhether blue sky or storm,\\nWhether sunshine or shower,\\nTis one and the same\\nWith this sun-loving flower.\\nYou may break, you may ruin\\nThe stem if you will.\\nYet the sunflower turns\\nTo its sun-god still.\\nSo the fond heart, though crushed\\nBe the hopes of its youth,\\nStill turns with devotion\\nTo the life-light of Truth.\\nW.F.C., Paris, Texas.\\nTO THE GRADUATES OF 1874.\\n(On their presentation of a vase of wax-flowers.)\\nY oung ladies, be the cause whate er it may,\\nThat surely was for me a happy day\\nWhich prompted you to this rich gift you ve brought\\nRather than one that money might have bought.\\nNo silver vase richly with gold embossed,\\nNo diamond set, no gem of untold cost,\\nCould half so much delight my eye to-day\\nAs does this lovely, beautiful bouquet.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 55\\nThrough all my life long, ever since a chiid,\\nI ve had a love for flowers. A passion wild\\nThat knew no bound. There is a beauty there\\nThat points the soul to Heaven a fragrant air\\nThat breathes of Heaven a blush of youth.\\nWhispering of innocence, of love and truth;\\nOne thing that has escaped the blight of sin,\\nOne thing to tell what this earth would have been\\nBut for this blight. Who can reveal the power\\nThat s hidden in the beauty of a flower!\\nHis soul is dead to all that s pure and bright,\\nWho reads not in its heaven enkindled light\\nThoughts which a Deity has written there;\\nLessons which angels with their utmost care,\\nStoop down and study study, and adore\\nThe Great Prime Architect; and more and more,\\nAs thus thej^ trace his goodness in each line,\\nEnjoy the beauties of his work divine.\\nAh yes, I love the flowers. Ihe time has been\\nWhen they w^ere mine in rich profusion; seen\\nIn all their varied forms, on every hand.\\nAround my Sylvan Home. Our sunny land\\nCould boast no fairer spot, before the war\\nDrove us as exiles from our home afar.\\nBut now I have no home a tenant here,\\nMy soul still cherishes to memory dear\\nThe scenes of home. And o er and o er again\\nThey crowding come in their long, lingering train,\\nAnd pass before my mind, a glittering throng\\nOf joys and pleasures, moonlight, love and song;", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "56 SPARKS\\nOf all that wealth could buy or art devise\\nTo make my Sylvan Home a paradise.\\nBut now not one is left; all, all are gone.\\nAnd had I power to call back one alone\\nAnd render it immortal, twould not be lands,\\nTwould not be farm well tilled by faithful hands\\nNot gilded show, nor pomp, nor wide domain;\\nNot wealth with all its boasted power to reign\\nBut give, oh give me back the happy hours\\nI ve spent with those I love amid the flowers.\\nSo like a dream of Heaven, I fain would stay\\nAnd lengthen out to an eternal day.\\nYes, yes, I love the flowers; and knowing this,\\nYour fairy fingers would supply the bliss\\nWhich fate denies. I thank you for the gift.\\nWhen ties are sundered, when our barks are drift,\\nScattered far out upon life s pathless main.\\nOft shall I come and gather us again,\\nAs we are gathered now, and ponder o er\\nThe features of my Class of Seventy-four.\\nFor with these flowers will memory evtr link\\nEach face, each form, each voice, each eye; nor think\\nThat they have changed from what they are to-day.\\nI thank you for these flowers, so fresh, so gay,\\nSo bright, so beautiful, so unlike art.\\nSo like to Nature s self, the counterpart\\nOf a creative energy, a will\\nThat needs but one thing to complete its skill.\\nAnd that the power of giving life. Tis well\\nThey are enclosed, or twere not strange to tell", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 57\\nThat those self-same Hymetian bees should come\\nAnd carry all my pretty wax-flowers home\\nSo like to Nature that this one defect,\\nThe want of vital force, they d scarce detect\\nEre that your work they had again undone.\\nMarring the victory which your skill has won.\\nOne thing there is more lovely than the flower;\\nOne thing and only one, that has the power\\nTo rouse the very soul of man; to shake\\nThe fetters from his palsied limbs to wake\\nThe echoes of that happy time, when first,\\nNeath Eden s bower, upon his sight there burst\\nA flood of beauty such that all the earth\\nSeemed bathed in radiance of celestial birth.\\nAt once the vision charmed his raptured sight;\\nHis soul was all aglow, his eyes grew bright.\\nThe color came and went from lip and cheek\\nHe would have spoken, but he could not speak:\\nAll power of speech was gone. Entranced he knelt\\nBefore a beauteous form and as he felt\\nThe touch of those light flngers, as he grasped\\nThat soft white hand in his and fondly clasped\\nAnd pressed it to his lips, methinks that there\\nAnd then the angels gathered round, with air\\nOf wonder and astonishment, to view\\nThis acme of creation, something new;\\nYes, new and strange, and ne er before essayed;\\nThe loveliest thing that God had ever made.\\nThe face of woman. O beauteous Mother Eve\\nIn God s own image made, still does Heaven leave", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "58 SPARKS\\nSome traces of thy loveliness in these\\nThy daughters; some mysterious ways to please,\\nTo charm us by the exercise of powers\\nSuch that like Adam we forget the flowers\\nAnd kneel at woman s shrine. Thou Daughter Eve,\\nWho dost this rich inheritance receive,\\nThou transcript of our Mother dear, couldst thou\\nBut realize thy power as thus we bow\\nBefore thee O could my words but tell\\nThat mighty influence which with magic spell\\nThou throwest around us mighty power to save\\nOr else to drag to an eternal grave\\nLeading us up this narrow path we tread.\\nOr luring down the highway of the dead;\\nAngel of mercy, harbinger of joy;\\nOr else a thing of naught, a gilded toy!\\nHelp-meet for man, the apple that he ate\\nThou gavest\\nPardon that thought; but tis not yet too late\\nTo make amends for all the harm you ve done,\\nTo bring back joy and peace beneath the sun.\\nTo purify the earth, to banish every sin,\\nAnd woe and wretchedness, to usher in\\nThe great millennium.\\nThen rouse thee up,\\nO woman, to thy task. Drink of this cup\\nOf heavenly blessedness, and taste and know.\\nOf all the joys that flourish here below.\\nThe sweetest, best, the purest, most divine.\\nAre found alone at Duty s humble shrine.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 59\\nKneel at her altar, lay thine offering there,\\nA consecrated heart, a life of prayer;\\nA mind inspired for aye with love of truth,\\nA soul to Wisdom wed in early youth\\nA being, all in all, to Virtue given,\\nTo Faith, to Love, to glorious Hope of Heaven.\\nThen shall the angels gather round again.\\nThen shall be heard that old serajDhic strain,\\nThat song of Peace on earth, good-will to man,\\nWhilst Heaven admiring much thy Christ-like plan\\nAnd noble work, will ring with joy meanwhile,\\nAnd God will bless thee with ai^proving smile.\\nYes, rouse thee to thy work, lead forth the van;\\nAnd solve at once the destiny of man.\\nBeauty, the magic wand to which he bows,\\nBeauty, the shrine at which he makes his vows,\\nBeauty, the talisman, with magic art.\\nThat sways the every fleeting of his heart.\\nBeauty s the charm. Yet not in sparkling eyes,\\nNor ruby lips, this charm of beauty lies.\\nNot in the marble brow, nor silken hair;\\nNot in the fairy form, nor sylph-like air;\\nNot in the^dimpled cheek, nor smiling face;\\nNot in enchanting voice, nor winning grace:\\nTis not in one alone, nor all of these.\\nThat thou wilt find this mystic power to please.\\nBut in the soul, the living, speaking soul,\\nThat lives in these, that rules with sweet control,\\nThat speaks through eye and lip, through form and air,\\nShedding its genial influence everywhere;", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "60 SPARKS\\nTill every feature glows with living thought,\\nTill every gentle influence comes unsought,\\nAnd Life itself is all one sparkling gem\\nDropped from the great Creator s diadem.\\nOh then, this soul power seek; search for this pearl\\nOf greatest -price. The gospel-flag unfurl\\nAnd scatter round thy i^athway jewels bright,\\nFaith, Hope and Charity, with love of right\\nAnd fear of wrong. Be foremost in the strife\\nFor Truth and Virtue. So shalt thou make thy life\\nA thing of Beauty. So this mystic spell\\nWithin thine eye and lip shall ever dwell,\\nUntil thy very being will be seen\\nTo be a gem of Beauty, pure, serene\\nAnd the Great Master will ere long stoop down.\\nTake up this gem and place it in His crown.\\nOh, happiness complete! no more to sever,\\nA thing of Beauty there,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a joy forever.\\nPostscript:\\nDear girls. I send you all of poetry a bit,\\nThe speech that ought to have been rote, but was not writ/\\nAnd hence could not be spoke, but proved a mighty flat,\\nA logarithmic surd.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 But never mind all that,\\nLet s talk of something else. Did ever you see an owl?\\nHe has most monstrous eyes, and wears a monstrous scowl.\\nPuts on a monstrous frown, and looks most monstrous wise.\\nAnd yet can t say a thing but hoo. I do despise,\\nTo see a man\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but this is not my theme. One time\\nThere was a man brimful of blank verse and of rhyme:\\nSome called it poetry; he knew twas only hash.\\nAnd hence he dealt out sparingly his succotash.\\nSometimes his feelings would flow out iu form of ink.\\nBut then it took him half-a-day or so to think;", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 61\\nAnd what care we for this slow-plodding, lingering thought?\\nIt is not worth a pinch of snuff. It may be bought\\nAt half a groat per hundred weight. And then tis light\\nAs chaff; so when you A e bought, you re in the pickled plight\\nOf him who bought the elephant: you do not know\\nWhat disposition best to make of your great show.\\nAnd so to while the time, and save yourself a bore,\\nYou hand it to your visitor and count him o er\\nIts beauties; and this done, no other ruse so cheap,\\nYou leave him there to read, and soon he s fast asleep.\\nAh well, his rhymes have done some good. Could he but know\\nHow much, instead of eking drop by drop, they d flowed\\nIn strf ams of ocean width they d cover o er the land.\\nRemoving pain and want as by a magic wand;\\nThey d soothe the sorrows, calm the ppssions wild and deep,\\nAnd like a gentle opiate, put all the world to sleep.\\nPoor man, he does not know all this, but vainly tries\\nTo rouse the world. On hobbling Pegasus he hies\\nFrom peak to peak; yes, comes out on the public stage\\nAnd cries aloud, You d scarce expect one of my nge.\\nThen soars aloft, nor ever thinks nor fears to tire.\\nUntil alas, he finds himself deep in the mire.\\nPoor moth! he sports around a dazzling, luring flame,\\nCourts his own death and ends his life in shame.\\nWell, be it so. This world somehow is strangely planned;\\nOr else has gr )wn perverse, since by divine command\\nIt first canie forth from nothing For in some respects\\nIt made but narmw leap. Who to this thought objects.\\nNeeds but look out upon the emptiness of fame,\\nNeeds see the utter nothingness of worldly name.\\nOf pomp, of power, of wealth, of proud magnificence.\\nOf all the world considers great; and reasoning hence\\nHe must conclude, unless his mind too be perverse\\nAnd judgment biased by sin s all-pervadiug curse,\\nHe must decide that little do these things progress\\nBeyond the state of their primeval nothingness.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "62 SPARKS\\nThea turn we back from such a phantom goal as this,\\nAnd with the eye of faith look to our home of bliss\\nBeyond the grave. There all is real, all is life;\\nNo empty bubbles there, no scene of endless strife\\nAbout that sonl-entangling question, Who shall be\\nThe greatest? No, but there the soul s capacity\\nWill be the only measure of its happiness.\\nThere each will have soul-full of bliss; nor more, nor less,\\nThan serves to work out his superlative delight.\\nIf here on earth his soul has oft indulged in flight\\nTo Heaven, lived in anticipation of its joys,\\nLonged to be free from sin with all its hindering cloys.\\nTo put on holiness, to live the life divine.\\nTo imitate the virtues which forever shine\\nIn Deity Supreme; if such his life has been,\\nAh then, for him, ear hath not heard, eye hath not seen.\\nNor hath it entered once into the mind of man,\\nThe joys God has ordained in His all wondrous plan\\nOf vast Eternity, Then let us battle on;\\nAnd when the storm-clouds lower, and when all hope seems gone,\\nThen let us look up heavenward, from earth away,\\nAnd least our souls on pleasures that will ne er decay.\\nThus when the battle s o er, and when this life is riven.\\nWith souls expanded and affections trained for Heaven,\\nFar, far, beyond th3 realms of thought we ll soar,\\nAnd peace and happiness be ours forevermore.\\n(C.F. C. Pontotoc, Miss.)", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 63\\nTO MAY, WITH PARADISE LOST.\\nRead carefully this book, my dearest May;\\n]SJor only read, but study it with care\\nPonder the words and cull the thoughts of him\\nWho ranks the first upon the roll of fame.\\nPerchance the unmeasured height to which he soan\\nMay elevate your thoughts, enlarge your mind,\\nA.nd lead you onward to his glory- world\\nCompared with which this earth is but a mote\\nIn far-off light of God s Eternal Throne.\\nAh, if this glory-land be but a dream,\\nA picture drawn by Fancy s magic art.\\nStill let me dream my three score years and ten.\\nAnd dying dream on to the happy end.\\nOr if the sight of this earth interfere,\\nIf naught but sightless eyeballs can secure\\nThis glory-vision to my raptured soul\\nThen welcome, gladly welcome, red-hot brand.\\nDisease, old age, aught else, it matters not,\\nThat takes my sight, so I but be thus blessed.\\nHere then my choice. If this earth be the end.\\nIf there be naught beyond; if hopes be false,\\nIf fond anticipations all be vain,\\nIf life at last must end in endless death", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "64 SPAEKS\\nStill let me dream of Heaven still let me live\\nNeath rapturous visions of that spirit world:\\nI d rather spend my life in dream of Heaven,\\nThan reap in one all joys of Earth combined.\\n(Hope, Ark.)\\nTHE FIRST SUNSET.\\nA lump of clay, a mass of sordid earth,\\nA lifeless thing in human form, man lay;\\nWhen God breathed into him the breath of life.\\nAnd full developed in God s image fair,\\nHe walked abroad the earth, a living soul:\\nSaw there, with admiration and delight.\\nThe kindred beauties of the world create\\nThe hills, the vales, the towering forests all.\\nThe limpid streams that murmured neath the shades;\\nSlaked there his thirst; on his own image gazed\\nIn their clear depths, and wondered what he was,\\nAnd whence he came. Then plucked the fragrant flowers\\nThat grew upon the brink; and kneeling there,\\nPoured forth his heart s devotion to his God.\\nHe straj^ed amid the groves of hanging fruits,\\nAnd listened to the song of warbling birds\\nThat flattered round, as if for him alone\\nThey poured their carols forth; while roaming beasts,\\nBoth great and small, all gathered round him there.\\nEach waiting in its turn his fondling hand,\\nHis soft caress, as glad their lord to own.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 65\\nMeanwhile the glorious sun, the god of day,\\nHis rapid course around the earth has sped;\\nAnd now, at eve, he slowly sinks away,\\nBehind the hill-tops of the distant west.\\nBright clouds attend his pathway through the sky,\\nTo bid farewell to earth, to shower down\\nIn varied hue his last, faint, lingering ray:\\nAnd he is gone.\\nBut admiration now to wonder grows;\\nWonder, in turn, to fear gives way; and fear\\nBecomes ere long a dread reality.\\nThe song of bird, the hum of bee, is hushed\\nThe sportive beasts seek their accustomed lairs;\\nA deep, sad, dreary stillness deathlike broods\\nO er nature s work; and all is still and lone.\\nThe man o erpowered by sense of loneliness.\\nGazes into the deep, dark vault of heaven,\\nAnd sees the myriad worlds that mock him there.\\nLost in conjecture and in doubt, he thinks\\nBut thinks in vain. His mind is giving way.\\nHis powers of sight and motion too are gone.\\nHe rouses up, he struggles to the last;\\nBut all in vain till yielding to despair,\\nHe gives up life, and lays him down to die.\\nThere happily he falls asleep,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHe sleeps and nature seems in sympathy.\\nThe perfume of the flowers distills around\\nHis bed. The trembling leaves above his head,\\nBespangled with the dews of eve, reflect", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "66 SPAKKS\\nThe diamond light of twinkling stars tliat shine\\nFor the first time upon the coucli of man.\\nHe sleeps; that is, his body sleeps, nauglit else;\\nFor angels gather round the sleeping form.\\nAnd hold communion with the soul divine.\\nHe sleeps: but all tilings else move on the same.\\nThe watching stars their nightly course have run;\\nThe morn with lurid beams illumes the east.\\nAnd tells that night, that first dread night, is past.\\nAnon a gleam of Joy breaks o er the earth\\nAnd wakens all to light and life again.\\nA sunbeam falls across the sleeper s face\\nAnd rouses him from so-called death once more.\\nHe rises from his would-be grave, his bed\\nOf violets neath the clambering vines\\nLooks up once more upon the glorious sun.\\nBreathes once again the pure, life-giA^ing air,\\nAnd lists again the joyous song of birds:\\nThen kneels and consecrates himself to God.\\nYes, starts anew the life before him set,\\nResolved henceforth to lead a daily life;\\nEach day to meet the duties of that day.\\nAnd trust the rest to God.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nReader, a lesson here for you and me.\\nThis day, this part of time we call a life,\\nOf three score years and ten, will soon be run.\\nIts sun, e en now, has past the zenith sped,\\nAnd slowly sinks to the far distant west.\\nThe night of death, the would-be grave is nigh", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 67\\nThe hum of busy life dies on the ear,\\nAnd a dread stilhiess settles over all.\\nWe call it death; and when to us it comes,\\nWe clasp our hands and close our eyes, and say,\\nVain world, farewell; and friends say, He is dead.\\nThey gather round with tears and sobs and cries,\\nAnd bear us to our resting- place, the grave.\\nGently they lay us there beneath the sod:\\nWith trembling hands and aching hearts they throw\\nThe cold, damp earth upon our sleeping form;\\nThen scatter flowers to moulder o er the grave,\\nFit emblem of the memory of man.\\nAnd we are dead. Life s sun has set. The joys\\nAnd sorrows of its checkered day ar\u00c2\u00ab past.\\nIts clouds and sunshine greet the eye no more:\\nIts joys, its tears, its labors, its rewards,\\nAre numbered with the things that were, but noY\\nAre not. Dead Dead\\nBut see! the morning dawns! the glory-sun\\nBreaks forth from night, and with immortal beams\\nScatters the darkness from the earth away.\\nA trump is heard it wakes the sleeping ^dead;\\nAnd from their beds they rise to welcome this,\\nThe Resurrection Morn.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMother and daughter meet, father and son,\\nHusband and wife, friends and companions all;\\nAll hail the coming of this glorious morn.\\nAll join in songs of gratitude and praise.\\nOf love and adoration justly due\\nTo Father, Son, and Spirit, three in one.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "68 SPARKS\\nAnd as their songs and praises rend the sky,\\nArchangels, seraphs, ministers of God,\\nCatch the deep melody and bear it on\\nTill the vast universe of God becomes\\nOne great cathedral: every arch and liall\\nFilled with eternal anthems of God s praise.\\nThat burst spontaneous from the souls of ear^h.\\nAs thus they hail this Resurrection Morn.\\nEnough: it is enough. God speed the time\\nWhen we shall join that immortal throng;\\nWhen the brief sj^ace of time called death is past,\\nAnd we begin the second day of Life.\\nFarewell, my friend, may be we meet no more\\nTill that great day upon the earth has dawned.\\nIt matters not, so we but fill this day\\nWith love and truth, with humble faith in Christ,\\nAVith earnest hopes, with thoughts and words and d eeds^\\nWhich in God s time shall ripen into fruits\\nFit for the Master s use and so shall hear\\nAt last, those blessed words, Well done, well done,\\nThou faithful servant of the Lord, Come home.\\nIt is enough. Reader, farewell.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 69\\nFOR BIRDIE.\\nShort is the time since first we met,\\nAnd soon we part to meet no more\\nSay, shall we all the past forget,\\nNor ever count its pleasures o er.\\nOnward will press the flood of years,\\nDrifting life s bark like painted toy,\\nAt sometimes freighted down with tears\\nAt others brimming o er with joy.\\nSay, as we float upon the tide,\\nFar severed on life s shoreless sea,\\nKo more to sail thus side by side,\\nSay, will you ever think of me?\\nWhen memory, that mysterious liak.\\nThe future with the past entwines,\\nSay, Birdie, will you sometimes think\\nOf bitn who for you pens these lines?\\nIf so, then tis enough. Farewell.\\nThou^^h far apart our barks be driven,\\nWhen comes at last death s gathering knell,\\nGod grant that we may meet in heaven.\\nI. F. C, Independence, Mo.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "70 SPARKS\\nTHE LAST SUNSET.\\nHail, beauteous Day, thou brightest, cloudless morn!\\nHail, beauteous Spring, from lap of winter born\\nThe dreary snows are gone, the storms are o er,\\nDecember s chilling blasts are feared no more.\\nThe earth with verdure is again o erspread;\\nThe flowers this long while numbered with the dead,\\nAnd forests by the icy storm-king riven,\\nAre smiling once again neath light of heaven.\\nHail, lovely earth, bedecked with fruits and flowers,\\nWaked to new life by sunshine and by showers\\nThy fruits, thy waving corn and golden grain,\\nHerald with joy: Glad summer comes again.\\nThe husbandman, heart buoyed with eager hope,\\nMeasures his full reward in all its scope\\nAnd granaries large, in fancy overfilled,\\nHastes to tear down and larger ones to build.\\nThe merchant too, led on by fitful dream,\\nForgetting that tilings are not what they seem,\\nSeeks out whereby to add to wealth untold.\\nGathers his stores and hordes his sordid gold.\\nHere, bride and groom, with fancied visions wild,\\nBy hope of long prosperity beguiled.\\nOf wedded bliss, of happiness the sum,\\nLay plans of pleasure for long years to come.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 71\\nHere, two affianced, like a j)air of cloves\\nStill bill and coo, and tell again their loves:\\nThe same old tale, though oft-times told and well,.\\nYet eager listen and as eager tell.\\nHere, the j^oung student with his eyes dilate\\nGazes upon enchantment s open gate,\\nAnd scans the rugged path up to the crown\\nOf fame, of honor, glory and renown.\\nWhile here, the little child, like tender flower^\\nLooks out on life as one long summer-hour\\nReaches its tiny arms to take the moon.\\nOr chases butterflies from morn till noon.\\nFathers and mothers are but children too,.\\nReach out for moons as other children do^\\nRun after butterflies in life-long chase\\nOft baffled, they as oft renew the race.\\nOh, lovely earth home of immortal men\\nKnow-nothings all, yet of infinite ken\\nImmortal, and yet dying day by day;\\nBorn but to die, yet living on for aye.\\nOh, restless man whose race is never run\\nForever doing, and yet never done\\nThe more he has, the more he yet does crave,\\nTis toil, toil, toil, from cradle to the grave.\\nSo the Last Sunset comes to him at length,\\nAnd finds him toiling with his utmost strength,.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "72 SPARKS\\nPlanning and building as in days of old,\\nDigging and delving, hoarding up his gold.\\nThen hies liini to his couch when day is o er.\\nPlanning the morrow how he ll hoard the more.\\nThe morrow comes but with a glory light\\nNeath which sun, moon, and stars fade into night;\\nFor east, west, north, or south, tis all the same,\\nA flood of light as of celestial flame\\nLight so intense reveals the forms in air.\\nAngels, archangels, spirits everywhere.\\nAbove, around, self-poised, self-moved, self-willed,\\nBeings with whom the realms of space seem filled.\\nNow here, now there, yet neither walk nor fly.\\nLike thought they move, like twinkle of the eye,\\nFrom heaven to earth they vanish to and fro.\\nLike visions of the night they come and go.\\nWhen list, a trump is heard its clarion notes\\nRing out through heaven. Its music floats\\nO er earth and sea, calling tlie dead to rise\\nAnd meet the great Messiah in the skies.\\nAt once they come while forms of men\\nIn twinkling of an eye are changed, and then\\nAll gather at the trumpet s call. When, lo\\nThe heavens blaze with a resplendent glow\\nAs myriad hosts of angels gather round,\\nThe mighty vault of space seems filled with sound.\\nLike rush of mighty waters as they iDour\\nOver the cataract, or like the roar\\nOf ocean lashed to rage by winter storm.\\nThese myriad hosts together come, and form\\nA phalanx reaching to the Great White Throne.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 73\\nAnother trump; scarce seems a moment flown;\\nA distant trump: the phalanx opens wide\\nA highway through its ranks, as, side by side,\\nThey form an avenue from earth to lieaven.\\nThe voice of praise breaks forth, tlie heavens are riven\\nAs with the earth from sight they fade away.\\nAnd the whole universe seems filled with Day:\\nA Da7 that knows no night, eternal noon,\\nNot reflex light like that of silvery moon.\\nNor radiate light like that of golden sun;\\nNot light that may be sten at all, but one\\nThat must be felt; that fills alike all space.\\nThrough all transfluent; so that like the face\\nThe inner life doth shine. No secrets there.\\nAll thought, all feeling, clear and pure as air.\\nThere needs no speech, no voice, no language sign;\\nBut by an intuition, like divine.\\nInto the soul communications come.\\nOf Light the essence and of Day the sum,\\nSuch day is this which from The Great White Throne\\nBursts forth, as Christ, the King, his church to own,\\nFrom Heaven comes down. The Church, his promised bride\\nFor whom as man he came to earth and died.\\nThe Church, the bride, in robe of spotless white\\nAwaits her king; and with this coming light.\\nRises on high to meet him in the air,\\nAnd so to be with him forever there.\\nNow soft and sweet the music floats on high.\\nOf voices tuned to Angel minstrelsy\\nSuch soft sweet strains of music as are meet\\nWhen comes a king his royal bride to greet.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "74 SPARKS\\nBut when the crown is placed upon her brow,\\nSuch shout as ne er was heard in heaven till now\\nRings out, peal after peal, peal after peal.\\nTill the glad power all nature seems to feel.\\nHeaven s center on its mighty pillars shakes,\\nAnd Hell beneath to its foundation quakes.\\nAnd well: for in that one glad shout is told.\\nTo all God s universe, that story old\\nOf Babe of Bethlehem. Now, King of Kings,\\nUp to his throne his loving bride he brings.\\nMortal has put on Immortality,\\nAnd death is swallowed up in Victory.\\nEnough. Sun, moon, and stars are all forgot.\\nTime is no more. Time was, but now is not.\\nYears, ages, cycles, all have passed away,\\nAnd now begins the one eternal Day.\\nFOR NANNIE.\\n(Opposite picture of Carrier Dove.)\\nIn after years when you are sad and lone.\\nThe friends of other days perchance all gone,\\nAnd e en their names forgot;\\nMy spirit like this carrier dove shall come\\nBack to its resting place, its long-loved home.\\nAnd whisper then, Forget me not.\\nW.F. C. Paris, Tex.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 75\\nLITTLE WHITE VIOLET.\\n(An Allegory.)\\nAs I wandered, homeward wandered\\nOn my pathway through the forest,\\nNear I spied, within a rock-rent\\nNeath the over-hanging mountain,\\nCrj -stal spring of purest water\\nTrickling from its mossy bed.\\nOverhead a graceful holly\\nDense and dark with crowded branches\\nSet with ever-living foliage,\\nAll the rock-rift overshaded.\\nAnd a vine of lovely jessamine\\nTwined around this graceful holly,\\nTwined among the waving branches\\nIntermingled with the foliage.\\nCrowning all with golden clusters\\nOf the brightest, sweetest flowers;\\nTill the air was filled with sweetness,\\nFilled w^ith fragrance of the flowers.\\nAny wonder that I tarried?\\nEvery morning, every noonday,\\nTarried in this wildwood Eden,\\nIn this dream of Paradise\\nRested in this cozy alcove.\\nFrom the dreary, dusty pathway,", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "76 SPARKS\\nTill in time the o^ershadin holly\\nAnd the sweetly bloominf^- jessamine\\nCame to know me as their friend.\\nAny wonder that I tarried?\\nHiding in this lovely Eden\\nWas a tiny violet;\\nWhite and pure as crystal snowflake,\\nFeather from an angel wing,\\nPeering through the grassy carpet,\\nPeeping through the moss-clad surface,\\nSmiling at the bright blue sky.\\nIf on earth there is a relic\\nOf man s innocence primeval,\\nEre that sin had marred his features\\nIf on earth there be such emblem,\\nTis this modest little flower.\\nAny wonder that I loved it?\\nThat I knelt me there beside it?\\nEvery morning knelt beside it,\\nKissed the dew from off its petals.\\nDrank the fragrance of its breath?\\nYes, and oft at sultry noontide.\\nFrom the dusty pathway turning.\\nThere I sat me by this flower;\\nSat and gazed upon its beiiuty,\\nStudied its angelic beauty.\\nLight of Heaven sent down to me\\nLight of Heaven, a. Fathers message\\nSent to erring son of earth.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 77\\nFor it told the wondrous story\\nOf the Absolute Infinite,\\nWho weighs mountains in a balance,\\nMeasures the ocean in a span,\\nAnd yet marks the sparrow s fall.\\nAnd it told of gentle Shepherd\\nFondling lambkins in his arms;\\nAnd yet caring for the wanderer.\\nFor the lost one from the sheepfold.\\nSearches through the mountain jungle,\\nSearches through the desert by-ways,\\nTakes him fondly to his bosom\\nBears him back to home and heaven.\\nAny wonder that I loved it?\\nBut a change came o er my pathway\\nFor an April storm swept over:\\nGathered thicker, gathered darker.\\nSwept across the trembling forest;\\nAnd the mighty rock was rended,\\nAnd the holly-tree was shaken,\\nAnd the jessamine vine was blighted,\\nAnd the violet was^dead.\\nBring the casket; bring white flowers,\\nPlace them in her tiny fingers\\nLay her neath the green grass carpet;\\nLay her neath the moss-clad surface\\nEarth she is\u00e2\u0080\u0094 to earth returneth\\nLittle Beryl comes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ho more.\\nGod of Mercy, Holy Spirit,\\nComforter of human hearts.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "78 SPARKS\\nWilt thou lead iis through this darkness?\\nWilt thou guide us with thine eye?\\nTake us by the hand and lead us,\\nLead us through this life-long darkness,\\nUpward to thy glory mansion\\nThere we ll find our little Beryl,\\nThere we ll find our angel one.\\n(H. F. C, Hope, Ark.)\\nBINGEN ON THE MINE.\\nA teacher of the Legion was teaching in Algiers.\\nThere were lots of women s troubles, there was flood of\\nwoman s tears\\nBut a comrade stood beside her to hear what she would say,\\nAs her voice now feebly faltered and her tear-drops ebbed\\naway.\\nFor these tear-drops washed their furrows through the rouge\\nand dimples red,\\nLeaving there a deathly paleness, -as she took his hand and\\nsaid\\nThe edict has been issued and to-morrow morn at nine\\nMeets the Institute at Bingen, at Bingen on the Mine.\\nThere my brothers and my sisters all will meet and crowd\\naround\\nTo tell their gladsome stories, on the pleasant college\\nground.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 79\\nOf the battles, bravely fought, of the duties nobly done,\\nOf the weary homeward marching with the slowlj setting\\nsun:\\nAnd mid that throng there will be one, not yet grown old\\nin war,\\nWho now this edict issues calling us from near and far.\\nCalling us to meet together and our wisdom to combine.\\nYes, to meet with him at Bingen, at Bingen on the Mine.\\nYes my brothers and my sisters all will meet and crowd\\naround,\\nAnd myself, of all the Legion, the only one not found\\nIn that literary throng. Then what is life to me-e-e\\nIf with my brothers and my sisters I never more can\\nbe-e-e?\\n(And the tears ebbed forth afresh.) Then that comrade tried\\nto speak,\\nAs he wiped away the tear-drops and the color from her\\ncheek\\nAnd round her form his manly arm did lovingly entwine,\\nFor the honor of old Bingen,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 dear Bingen on the Mine.\\nNay, weep not so, fair lady; in the happy days gone by\\nYou have known a life of merriment that sparkles in your\\neye:\\nBy nature made for coquetry and fond of idle scorning,\\nOh friend, I fear the heaviest heart makes sometimes light-\\nest mourning.\\nThen cheer you up, my lady fair, and ere the sun be risen\\nMy buggy shall be at the gate and you be out of prison.\\nAt twelve o clock, I jpledge my word, to-morrow you shall\\ndine\\nOn the vine-clad hills of Bingen,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 fair Bingen on the Mine.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "80 SPARKS\\nThey saw the blue Mine sweep along-; they heard, not\\nseemed to hear.\\nThe splash and splatter of the mud in chorus wild and drear,\\nAs across some b(\u00c2\u00bbggy bottom, or up some sticky hill,\\nThe brattling- buggy sounded through that long day, calm\\nand still\\nAnd her bright black eyes were on him, as they tugged with\\nfriendly talk,\\nDown many a sloshy valley, in a slow, poke-easy walk;\\nAnd her little hand in his, as the moon began to shine\\nThey drove up into Bingen, loved Bingen on the Mine.\\nThere Avere present of the Legion but a very select few;\\nAnd conspicious by his absence was superintendent Q;\\nFor la grippe had him in limbo, and he couldn t get away;\\nSo the teachers of the Legion will meet some other day.\\nAnd again the moon rose slowly, and calmly she looked\\ndown\\nOn two, struggling back to Algiers, to that gulley-riven\\ntown\\nYes, calmly on that dreadful scene her i3ale light seemed to\\nshine.\\nAs it shone on distant Bingen, fair Bingen on the Mine.\\nP. s.\\nThe reader\\n]er will please bear constantly in mind, that the correct pronun-\\nciation of this name is Binjiii, it being an original arid aboriginal contrac-\\ntion of -Big Injen, Too Muchee.\\nColumbus, Ark.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 81\\nKAIULANI.\\nMid the Islands of Hawaii,\\nMong- the Mountains and the Forests,\\nMong the Valleys and the Streamlets;\\nWhere the Moonbeams love to loiter;\\nWhere the Southern Breezes linger\\nWith their stores of sweetest fragrance,\\nStores of perfumes, and aromas\\nFrom the tropic fruits and flowers\\nThrough the Orange Groves and Palm Trees,\\nThrough her native Heaths and Wildwoods,\\nNeath the Banyan and the Cocoa,\\nRoamed a lovely Child of Nature,\\nLovely Princess Kaiulani.\\nHers the light step of a fairy;\\nLight and airy, free and graceful;\\nWith the movement of a goddess,\\nO er her native Isles she roamed.\\nHers the spirit of an angel,\\nWith no thought of harm or danger,\\nFree from envy, free from malice,\\nInnocent herself of evil.\\nShe suspected none in others.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\nThus were spent the years of childhood,\\nIn her home among- the islands;\\nHome of Superhuman beauty,\\nWhere the Works and Wealth of Nature\\nSupplemented those of Art.\\nIn the shadow of the Mountains\\nOf the great and grand old Mountains,\\nWith their dark and shadowy Craters,\\nNeath the Palm trees and the Wildwoods\\nNeath the wide-spread, shadowy Banyan,\\nStood the Palace of her fathers.\\nHere she spent the years of childhood\\nThat endeared her to her people.\\nWheresoever her footsteps wended,\\nThere they were to watch and tend her.\\nReady ever to befriend her.\\nThus she grew to know them singly,\\nThus she learned to love them fondly,\\nMet them ofttimes by the wayside,\\nIn their cottages and cabins;\\nListened to their wondrous stories\\nTelling of her Grandsire s prowess,\\nOf his wisdom, of his glories,\\nKamahamaha, the Mighty.\\nThen hc-r father, loving father.\\nFondly doting on his daughter,\\nDoting on his only daughter.\\nGave her books and gave her i3ictures,\\nTrained her mind, her heart, her body;", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 88\\nAided by her faithful tutors,\\nCultured every childish impulse,\\nTill she grew to be a treasure.\\nTrue and trusting, bright and happy.\\nThen her mother s only sister,\\nReigning Queen o er all these Islands,\\nTook the happy little creature.\\nNamed her Princess Kaiulani;\\nMade her Heiress of the Kingdom,\\nHeir apparent of Hawaii.\\nBright and happy Kaiulani,\\nThus her childhood sped away,\\nThen to Europe Lord and Lady,\\nPrince and Princess Queen and Empress,\\nFrom the lowest to the highest\\nGreet her coming, bid her welcome\\nWelcome to the social circle,\\nWelcome to the family circle,\\nWelcome to the scliool and college,\\nWelcome, gentle Kaiulani.\\nYears roll on, the gracef al maiden\\nGrows up now to womanhood.\\nBright, refined, and educated;\\nNeat, polite: in all things fitted\\nFor the great life-work before her\\nShe looks forward with a longing.\\nEarnest longing for the coming\\nOf the happy time appointed\\nFor her joyous Coronation.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "84 SPARKS\\nAll the Islands are in raptures\\nMirth and joy, and festive gatherings,\\nLoud proclaim the welcome tidings\\nOf the coming of the Princess.\\nYes, she s coming to her people,\\nTo her own beloved people,\\nHeir- apparent to the throne.\\nBnt a change comes o er the scene.\\nChange of dark and threatening import,\\nChange of gloom and death foreboding.\\nChange as dark and unexfjected\\nAs will be at Day of Judgment,\\nWhen before the Great Tribunal\\nThere will stand in awe and silence\\nEvery man to hear his doom.\\nYes, a change came o er the scene\\nChange the young girl ne er had dreamed of,\\nChange she had no cause to think of\\nMuch less, reason to expect.\\nArmored ships in line of battle\\nAnchored off her Island shore;\\nArmored men with bristling bayonets.\\nDrums all beating, flags all flying.\\nLanded on her Island shore.\\nVain were all expostulations,\\nVain were tears, vain all entreaties;\\nHome of fathers, home of childhood,\\nSpare, oh spare my Island Home!\\nAll in vain. Their only answer\\nCame back coldly; this: We want it.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 85\\nIs it real? Am I dreaming?\\nGod of Heaven, can this be so?\\nVain were all her plaintive pleadings\\nMong the various Christian nations.\\nSure it was a Christian nation,\\nFirst and foremost Christian nation.\\nFirst of all the Christian nations,\\nSeized upon and took her kingdom.\\nSons of Christian Missionaries\\nTook away tlie throne and scepter\\nOf a weak, defenseless woman\\nWhat the Cross had failed to accomplish,\\nWith Mohammed s sword they finished.\\nGod have mercy on the Christians.\\nWell, tis done. The crime s recorded\\nIn the Great Book of the Future.\\nWhen shall come the Final Judgment\\nWhen that Great Book shall be opened.\\nWhen the hearts, the thoughts, the intents,\\nWhen the purposes and wishes\\nAll designs and secret plannings,\\nEach stands forth in light of day;\\nThen these questions will be settled.\\nEach receive his own reward.\\nBut the unsuspecting Princess,\\nGentle, child-like Kaiulani,\\nSad at heart, and sore dejected,\\nHopes all blasted, disappointed.\\nTo her lonely home retiring.\\nBroken-hearted, passed away;", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "8\u00c2\u00ab SPARKS\\nFaded like the drooping flowret\\nWhen the scorching- sun-rays wither\\nLife and beauty, which if tended\\nBy some kindly ministration,\\nMight have been to earth a model\\nAnd a blessing to mankind.\\nPassed away; and soon the story\\nOf her life will be forgotten\\nAnd tis well. God made it so.\\nGod have pity on that human\\nWho, with heart devoid of feeling,\\nSympathy to him a stranger;\\nWho, to cloak wrongs of a nation,\\nOr for any other purpose,\\nWould descend to depth so low\\nAs to mar the Princess title\\nAs to cloud her life of beauty\\nAs to cast e en slightest shadow\\nOn this fair girl s life and station;\\nGod have pity on his poor soul.\\nBut to those who knew her truly,\\nThose who watched her long life s pathway\\nThese who saw the bud unfolding\\nInto beauteous womanhood\\nTo us, there is a precious relic,\\nOne Avhich time can never tarnish\\nOne which ne er can fade away.\\nYes, the life, the love, the beauty.\\nOf this God-blessed child of Nature,", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "SPARKS 87\\nOf this lovely Christian maiden,\\nO er the earth has left a radiance,\\nOn the heart has left an impress,\\nWhich shall never pass away.\\nAnd when comes the glory-morning,\\nSeraphs, cherubs, angels gathering\\nRound the Great White Throne in Heaven,\\nAll will welcome Kaiulani.\\nTHE LAST SABBATH BELL.\\nI.\\nSolemnly, mournfully,\\nThe tolling is past;\\nFor the Carfew Bell\\nHas tolled its last.\\nUncover the embers\\nAnd kindle the light,\\nJoy comes with the morn\\nAfter a sleepless night.\\nBright grow the heavens.\\nAll radiant with day,\\nAnd the dark shades of niglit\\nHave aye passed away.\\nDeep trills the echo\\nOf music and song,\\nFrom angelic voices\\nOf a myriad throng.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "88 SPARKS\\nWho join in the chorus\\nThis day to install,\\nBlest Immortality\\nReigns over all.\\nII.\\nJoyfully, joyfully,\\nSwell upon swell.\\nCome the deep tones\\nOf the last Sabbath Bell:\\nEcho on echo\\nFrom star back to star,\\nCheerfully, cheerily.\\nRolling afar.\\nFilling with melody\\nHeaven s high dome\\nList to its deep tones,\\nCome, Come, oh Come.\\nFrom North, from South,\\nFrom East, and from West,\\nAre gathering now\\nThe souls of the blest.\\nYes, angels of Heaven\\nAnd spirits of air,\\nWith the spirits of earth,\\nAre gathering there.\\nList their glad song,\\nLife s duties are done;\\nHail the blest morn.\\nThe Sabbath s begun.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "SPARKS\\nThen waken the echo\\nAnd pour forth the soul.\\nAnd oceans of harmony-\\nForever will roll,\\nWill fill the broad sweep\\nOf Infinity s shore,\\nTo be lost in the past\\nNo more, nevermore.\\nTill world upon world\\nTaking up the sweet strain,\\nAnd age after age\\nSending back the refrain,\\nWill waft the glad echo\\nThrough Heaven s great hall,\\nBlest Immortality\\nReigns over all.\\nIII.\\nThen close up the book\\nTill that last great day;\\nFor the hand that now writes it\\nShall be laid away\\nAnd the thoughts that now fill it\\nForgotten shall lie,\\nLike leaves of the forest,\\nTo wither and die.\\nYet think of this truth\\nEre the story be told\\nThough the windows be darkened\\nAnd the hearth-stone be cold,", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "90 SPARKS\\nThoug-h darker and darker\\nThe black shadows fall,\\nYet, Blest Immortality\\nReigns over all.\\nThough the darkness be death-like,\\nIt will soon pass away\\nAnd then will begin\\nThat glorious day,\\nWhen the hand that now writes,\\nWith life will grow warm\\nAnd these thoughts will come back\\nImmortal in form.\\nLife s hopes and its joys,\\nE en its tenderest ties\\nE en the friendship scarce formed\\nEre tis severed and dies;\\nAll these will come back\\nLike waves to the strand,\\nTo glad the blest soul\\nIn that spirit land.\\nThen with joy let us bid\\nTo earth a farewell,\\nAnd be all gathered home\\nBy the last Sabbath Bell.\\n(la Mrs. Gaillard s Album, Sabbath Bells, Pontotoc, Miss.)\\nTHE END.", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "NOV 16 1899", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2965", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3132", "width": "2415", "jp2-path": "sparks00with_0110.jp2"}}