{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4197", "width": "2826", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap. Copyright No.\\nShelf.A.^.i.b A 8\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4046", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4046", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4076", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4076", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "JAMES EPHRAIM McGIRT.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "AVENGING THE MAINE,\\nA DRUNKEN A.B.,\\nAND OTHER POEMS.\\nBY\\nJAMES EPHRAIM McGlRT,\\n-COL .T^J\\nRILEIGH:\\nEdwards Broughton, Printers and Binders.\\n1S99.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "TS 3S^\\\\,\\n4 9491\\nCOPYRIGHTED 1899.\\nTWO COPIES RECEIVED,\\n.^X\\nSECOND COP/t", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "PREFACE\\nI do not deem it necessary to write a preface to these few\\npoems, but, somehow, I have a tender feehng for this little\\nbook that is about to be sent out into the world, to bear such\\nan humble burden as my feeble thought. I do not know, but\\nI believe that if this book could speak it would sternly refuse\\nto go on such an humble mission but, since I have imposed\\nupon it this duty, knowing the many censuring critics it may\\nhave to encounter, I beiieve it my duty to say a word, for the\\nvery book s sake, that may cause the censuring tongue of man\\nto wag less swiftly\\nFirst, I must say that these poems were written under very\\nunfavorable circumstances. Dignity may not allow me to\\nexplain, but I will say that they were composed during my\\nleisure time, which has been limited. I say leisure time no,\\nI have none I should have said sacrificed time, time when\\nthe body was almost exhausted from manual labor, when rec-\\nreation was greatly needed and you who know what a strug-\\ngle the mind has battling w4th an exhausted body in trying\\nto perform such a task as this can easily allow for this feeble\\nresult. 1 he mind can not work when the body is exhausted,\\nand I assure 3 ou that I would not have written one line had\\nNature not for ed me to do so. Often at my work-bench, when\\nI thought greater speed was needed to finish my daily task.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "these poems\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or whatever jou may call tliem \u00e2\u0080\u0094would flasli into\\nmy mind and I would be restless to bketch them upon paper tliat\\nI might retain them until my day s w{*rk was done. Some-\\ntimes I could find it convenient to do so. sometimes I could\\nnot. and when I would fail to sketch them, at night the muse\\nw^ould not return. Thus you can understand why I have not\\nwritten more.\\nI must also state that I am c nscious of the fact that this\\nwork does not come up to the standard work of the mighty\\nmasters of poetry, but you need not censure me it is not my\\nfault. The muse has not yet taught me to sing as they. Had\\nshe given me the same power, do you not think I would have\\nwritten\\nMoreover, I am just beginning, and perhaps she does not\\ncare to intrust me with the whole art at onre she may have\\nthought it best to give me one talent first that she might see\\nhow I would use it, and I assure you tliat I think 1 should\\nhave done better. Often T have thought of laying thes^ few\\npoems aside and not giving any \\\\o the public until I became\\nable to write as good poems as other poets. I publish them\\nbecause 1 do not wish the muse to find me with my one talent\\nburied when she comes to make uj) her jewels and reward her\\nservants. She might serve me as his lord did the other one-\\ntalented servant we read of in the Bible.\\nJAMES EPHRAIM McGIRT.\\nGteensboro, N. C,\\nA24gust 17, i8gg", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "EXPLAINING DIALECT POEMS,\\nYou may wonder why I lie dialect words in my humorous\\npoems are bO few coQipared with tho^e in other dialect poems,\\nbut if y u will n(;tice such characters as I have portrayed you\\nwill find, as I liave. that the most illiterate persons, living now\\namong so many wlio are cultured, do not speak the whole\\ndialect but speak correctly one half of their words. So I have\\nwritten just as the masses impressed me.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE.\\nAvenging the Maine _ 9\\nThe Memory of Maceo _ 15\\nSiege of Manilla 16\\nSiege of Santiago _ 20\\nThe Stars and Stripes Shall Never Trail the Dust 22\\nSlavery 25\\nWave on Thou Flag 27\\nSeeking Her Boy 28\\nMemory of Lincoln and the Yankees 30\\nThe Death of H ector 32\\nA Drunken A. B 35\\nEnvy 42\\nA Lecture _ 43\\nThe Girl and the Birds 44\\nSummer is Cone 45\\nThe End of Day 46\\nT he Evening _ _ 47\\nAfrica s Cry 48\\nThe Stars 49\\nNothing to Do _ _ _ 51\\nSatan 52\\nLife s Road 53\\nThe Signs of Death 54\\nClasses _. 56\\nFortune s Wheel 57\\nShow Your Love 58\\nMemory of the Old Times 60\\nDon t Laugh, Boys 62", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "8\\nPAGF.\\nAbout the Puty Gals 63\\nMy Son g 65\\nOur Picnic 66\\nEdith 67\\nOde to Love 6S\\nHerod s Slaughter of the Babes 69\\nAmbition 72\\nA View of Childhood 73\\nReason Sad World 7o\\nThe Wealthy Nigger 77\\nThe Boy s Opportunity 80\\nNo Use in Signs 81\\nThe Memory of Frances Willard 83\\nI ll Enter the Saloon No More 85", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "AVENGING THE MAINE.\\nSing, O Muse! the avenging of the Maine,\\nThe direful woes, the fate of Spain.\\nA heinous deed to our ship they wrought,\\nUntimely death to our crew they brought.\\nOur soldiers valor forever tell,\\nWho for revenge both fought and fell\\nVolcanic boats over the water went.\\nThe burning revenge from them was sent.\\nShafter s army, pray tell me all\\nWho died bravely rallying to the call?\\nWhat of the Negroes in the band,\\nDid they scatter or did they stand?\\nTo this question I ll answer brief,\\nThey fought like demons, w^ithout a chief.\\nI ll ever sing of the memorable day\\nWhen Negro valor was brought into play\\nIn the hottest battle their captain died.\\nThey did not scatter, Onward they cried.\\nTheir eyes on victory intensely fixed,\\nNegro and white blood that day flowed mixed.\\nThese were the first to embark on land,\\nThere were no cowards in this band", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "10\\nWhen the story you shall hear\\nThey to you will ever seem dear.\\nHold of her harp the muse then takes,\\nA minor chord on it she makes;\\nAll sit quietly curious to hear,\\nBut from her eye there falls a tear;\\nHer voice was choked, her bosom with sorrow did\\nswell,\\nAs from the strings her fingers fell.\\nOv^er her face there came a frown,\\nShe took a seat upon the ground.\\nThen to her side they quickly went\\nFrom her breast a groan she sent.\\nWithin our arms we held head\\nAnd to the muse we softly said\\nTell us, O Muse! what gives thee grief,\\nc\\nAnd if we can, we ll give relief?\\nFrom her breast again she sighed,\\nWith throbbing voice to us replied,\\nThe story which you urge to hear\\nNone can tell without a tear,\\nGrief to you this tale will bring\\nIf I in poetry play and sing.\\nI can not sing the grievious woes\\nI ll tell the story to you in prose\\nNow you all must listen with care", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "11\\nIf the story you would hear;\\nFrom the beo:innino: I ll now relate\\nThat coming ages may know the fate.\\nIn the land of Cuba there s a nation brave,\\nThe cruel Spaniards held as their slave.\\nOne night their leaders in conference met\\nTo see if their freedom they could get.\\nThey had the yoke of slavery, bore\\nTill their shoulders had galded sore.\\nMaceo, the first to take the stand,\\nHe was the leader of the band\\nUnto them all he did declare\\nHe could no longer slavery bear.\\nA bill to Spain he sent to see\\nIf they would set the Cubans free;\\nAnd when the bill to Spain was sent\\nBecoming enraged the bill they rent.\\nTo the soldiers she was heard to tell\\nGo! Murder the Cubans, if they rebel.\\nUnto them all she gave command\\nTo bring the leaders of the band.\\nThe Cuban leaders they could not get.\\nThere was a skirmish when they met;\\nWhen they had driven the leaders aw^ay.\\nThe women and children thev would slav", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "12\\nThey murdered th babes that knew no harm-\\nThey stabbed them in their mothers arms.\\nWhile killing all by sword they could,\\nFrom others they withheld the food,\\nTo utterly starve a Cuban race.\\nTo us it seemed a sad disgrace\\nThe freedom of Cuba then was our plea.\\nWe called upon our General Lee,\\nOur beloved general to Cuba we sent\\nTo see what the cruel Spaniards meant.\\nOver we sent our best ship Maine.\\nSpain to us had done the same;\\nBoth were sent in truce s name.\\nOur ship in Havana s harbor stood\\nBut Spain was eager for our blood.\\nAnd in the secret of the night\\nOn us explodes a dynamite\\nAnd while her crew were fast asleep,\\nSome were hurled to the mighty deep.\\nThe ship went down beneath the wave\\nBefore we could our sailors save.\\n1 can not picture the fearful sight.\\nNor bear to think of the dreadful night,\\nWhen they performed the cruel deed\\nUnless my heart is made to bleed.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "13\\nNow the story you may abhor;\\nI ve told the causes of the war.\\nThe news was sent by the swiftest speed,\\nAnnouncing the Spaniard s cruel deed.\\nSorrow and anger to us it brought,\\nTo hear of the deed the Spaniards wrought.\\nOver the world a clamor rose,\\nAnd all the world that clamor knows;\\nSome were counting up the cost.\\nOthers wailing over the lost.\\nEe venose! Eevenoe our voices ran^:\\nOn to war was the sono- we sano^.\\nTo the White House we quickly went\\nTo ask war of our President.\\nIn the Senate, war was the cr}^\\nOur President did not comply\\nTo all of us he would rise and say\\nTo go to war is more than play.\\nThe bill for war he would declare,\\nHe could not sign till he prepare.\\nSoon his plans had been well made,\\nThe cry for war he at once obeyed.\\nA number of men he first did ask.\\nTo get them did not seem a task\\nAnd every time a call was made.\\nOur loyal sons at once obeyed.\\nOf the brave heroes I now will tell.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "14\\nWho for vengeance fought and fell:\\nDewey aacl Sampson first Til sing.\\nOn my harp their names shall ring.\\nThey first for vengeance made their way\\nThe woe of Spain began that day\\nIt seemed as He. the God Supreme.\\nDown from His throne viewed all the scenes;\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe deed of Spain He did abhor.\\nAnd lent us aid throughout the war.\\nWith every fleet a guard was sent\\nTo keep us safe where r we went;\\nAround the mines to show us a path.\\nAnd manage the o uns that hurled our wrath.\\nThe aid to us was beyond cost;\\nXot a boat of ours was lost.\\nHobson s vahjr must not be untold\\nTwas brave as any of the fold.\\nThe deed that made for him a name,\\nAnd I a muse must sinu his fame;\\nTo block th Spaniard s escaping way.\\nHe sank th Merrimac into th bay.\\nThe deed performed, his crew to save:\\nTheir names I ve placed among the brave.\\nThe deed showed Sampson a safe way\\nTo reach the port, Santiago Bay\\nHe reached: the woe had begun.\\nThat would not cease till the victorv was won,", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "15\\nTHE MEMORY OF MACEO.\\nYe men of Cuba, to you I call\\nMourn for your leader, place crape on the wall;\\nTell the young children that play at your feet\\nOf the wonderful General that has fallen to sleep.\\nSleep! yes in the graveyard he lies;\\nBut his spirit s sweetly resting, beyond the skies.\\nWe think of his work, we say he was grand\\nWhy not let for him a monument stand\\nOne that will reach to the ethereal blue.\\nBearing the name Maceo, will do.\\nDear Maceo, our hearts pine for thee!\\nl^OY whom thou died, can say we are free.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "16\\nSIEGE OF MANILA,\\nJust a few miles fioiu Manila Bay\\nXear the close of a sainmer day.\\nWhea the sun was flijO linii with gold the west.\\nOur fleet was ordered to stop and I est.\\nAfter the regular meal was served,\\nEach returned to the usual place:\\nAll stood a azinu^ with mure and awe\\nInto the flery dome of sp;iCe,\\nWatching the stai s steady blaze\\nAs they down upon us gaze.\\nI will never forget the night\\nAll the stars were shinimr bright.\\nA full orbed moon hung in the west\\nWatching to see the great contest\\nThe wind was of a steady gale,\\nIt was a pleasant night to sail\\nThe ocean waves were rolling along\\nPealing forth their mournful song.\\nSoon from the ocean a mist arose\\nAs Nature s starry book close.\\nAfter another night had passed\\nAnd the morn was coming fast.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "17\\nBut before the tjleam of dav\\nWe sailed to take Manila Bay\\nSoon Manila revealed in sight.\\nFrom the window gleamed a light\\nWhen we saw the deadly o^uns\\nO er our fleet a stillness comes\\nEach stood waiting by his gun.\\nPerfect stillness, not a breath.\\nAn instant may bring sudden death.\\nLike a hero they did stand,\\nWaiting to hear the -fire command;\\nThe mist that from the ocean rose\\nHid us from our Spanish foes.\\nWhen the enemy did not blast\\nThrough our fleet a whisper passed.\\nFortune it seems is on our side,\\nWe have entered and are not spied\\nBy the fort we began to start,\\nBut a distance we sailed apart.\\nOne by one by the guns we stole\\nAs a wolf in a shepherd s fold\\nAll our fleet had safely passed.\\nExcept McCuUoch which was the last.\\nFortune would not it pass;\\nIn its furnace occurred a wreck\\nAnd sparks went flying from its stack.\\n2", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "18\\nThe sparks that from the stack did fly\\nMet at once the fortraan s eye\\nThrough glasses they began to peep,\\nTo their surprise they spied our fleet.\\nA cry of terror The signal rung,\\nShells came blazing from their guns\\nBefore an instant could have passed\\nAround us shells were falling fast\\nThe mines in vain they did explore,\\nBut we were safe around her shore.\\nOur captain gave command to fire\\nWiiich seemed to be our soul s desire;\\nBefore the word he could hardly speak,\\nShells went blazing from all our fleet\\nWe were burning with hatred ire.\\nWe filled the air with shells and fire.\\nWhile the battle was raging high\\nAnd glowing shells were seen to fly,\\nDewey back through memory gazed\\nSaw the Maine, became enraged\\nWith his dazzling sword in hand\\nWhirling it high, he gave command.\\nFury came blazing from his eye\\nWith thundering voice was heard the cry\\nRemember the Maine, Speed Haste\\nCareful boys, no shells to waste.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "19\\nThey remembered, their blood did run;\\nThey hurled revenge through every gun.\\nOur boats like burning Vesuvius seemed,\\nFrom our guns shells poured in streams.\\nDirected by an immortal eye\\nNot a strayward shell did fly;\\nEach of the shells frcnn the gun that went\\nPerformed the mission on which it was sent,\\nOur captain takes his glass in hand\\nAnd over the battle begins to scan\\nStop the guns, he quickly cries,\\nFortune now is on our side,\\nSpain s whole fleet is in a blaze,\\nSinking fast beneath the waves.\\nWhen this command to us was given,\\nThree haughty cheers went up to heaven\\nWhen the sun sent up her beam,\\nNot a Spanish boat was seen\\nBut the whole Manila fleet\\nWere buried in the mighty deep.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "20\\nSIEGE OF SANTIAGO.\\nHere Spain s dreaded host did stand,\\nThe strongest fort in all the land\\nWhen we entered into the bay\\nThe eyes of the world were turned that way.\\nWatching breathless, eager to see\\nWhat the issue of the tight would be.\\nMorro Castle was standing bold,\\nAs it did in days of old.\\nIts deadly guns seemed to say,\\nI ll hold the entrance of the way.\\nA pleasant morning, a Sabbath day.\\nWe were resting within the bay.\\nSoon our day of peace did change,\\nIt proved a day for our revenge.\\nSampson s heart did eager yearn\\nCevera s secret plans to learn\\nSchley, he sent to the upper shore\\nIf the plans he might explore.\\nThis somehow seems divine.\\nHe sailed just at the proper time;\\nOn their way to their surprise.\\nTwo comins vessels met their eves.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "21\\nThrough glasses we began to peep,\\nBehold It was Cevera s fleet,\\nRushing toward us in swiftest speed\\nTwo tierce boats were in the lead\\nCevera s escaping! Schley cried.\\nHe ranij: the siiJ:nal far and wide;\\nBut before the story he could lell\\nThe air was filled with fire and shell.\\nShells that were not sent in vain\\nIt proved a direful fate to Spain.\\nTheir ships in flames of Hre were blazed\\nTill we on them in pity gazed,\\nAnd sent a boat in chivalry s name\\nTo save them from the burning flame.\\nTheir direful fate s too great to tell,\\nTo them it proved a fiery hell.\\nSchley gazing out from left to right,\\nTo him it seemed a dreadful sight;\\nShips were blazing on every side,\\nWe have revenge, he quickly cried.\\nMany Spaniards on that day\\nWere burned and biiried in the bav.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "22\\nTHE STARS AND STRIPES SHALL\\nNEVER TRAIL THE DUST.\\nTis a colored captain s story\\nThat was told to Uncle Sam,\\nHe was mustered out because the war was o er;\\nHe had borne his honor l)ravely\\nAnd the victory he had won,\\nHe came to deliver up the flag he bore.\\nHe was standing at the White House\\nWith the Stars and Stripes in hand,\\nHis sword and uniform with gore were red\\nA bullet had pierced his body.\\nYet it had not caused his death.\\nAs he o-ave to him the flao^ he slowlv said\\nUncle Sam, here is Old Glory,\\nThat you trusted to my care,\\nThrough the hottest I have ever held my trust\\nThough the bullets have rent my body.\\nYet to you I can truly say,\\nThat the Stars and Stripes have never trailed the\\ndust.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "23\\nCHORUS.\\nNo, the Stars and Stripes sball never trail the dust\\nwhile I live,\\nBut shall ever wave untarnished over the free;\\nYes, the shells may rend ray body,\\nAnd may death come if it must.\\nBut the Stars and Stripes shall never trail the dust.\\nUncle Sam then took the flag\\nAnd gazed into the Hero s face\\nHe said, My son, you re black, but still you re a\\nman\\nOn his breast he placed a medal,\\nAnd he said remember me\\nTo forget you no, my boy, I never can\\nSon, your Uncle knows no color,\\nNeither any party line\\nThe call I made was simply for the brave.\\nAnd you loving soldiers heard me\\nAnd rallied to the call,\\nAnd my country from destruction you have saved.\\nI saw you darkies bear the flag\\nThrough shells up San Juan Hill,\\nI saw the Spaniards from your valor flee", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "24\\n(r\\nAnd the Stars and Stripes were wavin\\nO er Morro Castle bold\\nThey are waving now in Cuba o er the free.\\nCHOKUS.\\nNo, the Stars and Stripes shall never trail the dust,\\nwhile I live;\\nBut shall ever wave untarnished o er the free;\\nYes, the shells may rend my body\\nAnd may death come if it must;\\nBut the Stars and Stripes shall never trail the dust.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "25\\nSLAVERY.\\nOh slavery why wast thou so cruel,\\nSo cursed and so black\\nTo leave your cruel footprints\\nUpon our Father s back.\\nWhy did you not beat him,\\nAnd say to him, depart\\nWhy wast thou so cruel\\nAs to crush his manly heart?\\nEven now his hair has faded\\nAnd blossomed for the grave\\nYet I can see within him,\\nTraits learned while a slave.\\nWhy didn t you enslave the women,\\nAnd let their virtue live?\\nSlavery thou wast so cruel,\\nHow can the women forgive?\\nWomen as pure as dewdrops.\\nAs a baby at its birth\\nBut slavery s ravishing passion\\nCrushed their virtue to the earth.\\n3", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "26\\nMother didn t finish the story\\nHer sons began to pine.\\nShe pressed them to her bosom\\nGod said, Vengeance is mine.\\nI did not begin this story\\nTo enrage your little heart\\nI thought the cruelties of slavery\\nTo you I would impart.\\nAnd if you would take vengeance\\nThe debt life couldn t pay,\\nGod will judge them rightly\\nOn resurrection day.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "27\\nWAVE ON THOU FLAG.\\nWave on, wave on the air,\\nO, flag that we have bought\\nStars and stripes for unity\\nTells for what we fought.\\nFade thou not by rain,\\nMay whirlwinds passing by,\\nJSTot dash thee into tatters\\nBut leave thee in the sky.\\nStand firmly thou mast pole,\\nOn which the flag doth wave\\nMany who performed that duty\\nAre lying in the grave.\\nFarewell thou flag, wave on.\\nPerform thy duty well\\nWave gently o er the burial place\\nOf those who fought and fell.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "28\\nSEEKING HER BOY.\\nOn a battle field, when the smoke had cleared away,\\nI saw a woman strolling among the dead\\nTwas a mother whose hair had faded gray.\\nNow and then she d stoop and raise a soldier s\\nhead.\\nShe was seeking for her boy, her only pride,\\nWho as a soldier had been taken from his home\\nShe d heard that he had fallen in the fray\\nAnd had come to bear his body to the tomb.\\nShe reached the place where raged the thickest fray,\\nThe dead were lying thick upon the ground\\nIt was there I saw the mother kneel to pray\\nFor her loving boy had not yet been found.\\nFrom the ground with trembling form she rose.\\nThe tears were falling freeh from her eyes;\\nWith folded arms toward sweet heaven she gazed:\\nOh, w^here s my boy with throbbing voice she\\ncries.\\nSoon she saw a form Ivino^ in the o;ore:\\nShe knew it was the body of her own.\\nLike a streak of lightning to the form she tore.\\nAround his neck her arms were quickly thrown.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "29\\nShe raised his head, his blood-stained lips to kiss,\\nIn his forehead she saw the bullet s gaping wound\\nToo weak, she could not gaze on this\\nShe gives a cry, sinks helpless .to the ground.\\nI watch at length to see the mother rise.\\nShe did not seem to raise her hoary head\\nNearing, I found the mother by his side.\\nStill clino^ino: to his neck, thouo:h she was dead.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "30\\nMEMORY OF LINCOLN AND THE\\nYANKEES.\\nAmong the dear old friends we darkies cherish\\nWithin the highest portals of our hearts.\\nThe name that sounds as dear as dear old mother s\\nIs the Yankees name, and from us it will never\\npart.\\nWhen first I heard of Lincoln and the Yankee\\nMy heart sprang to the zenith of its joy;\\nIn this heart of mine it quickly nestled.\\nMy love for it no force can quite destroy.\\nLord, while these rolling waves of time and pleasure\\nDash against their sacred oestling place,\\nWith Thy powerful hand stay it and guide us,\\nLet nothing from our heart these names erase.\\nGreat! great! is the debt we darkies owe them,\\nA debt no hand but Thine can ever pay\\nLord bless and from all danger guide them.\\nLet nothing from our hearts these names erase.\\nO I ye men that fought and are still living.\\nIn whose veins the Yankee blood holds sway\\nIn our hearts for thee there lives a kindness\\nThat will not be erased till judgment day.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "81\\nYe mortals who lie in graves and trenches.\\nWho fell to free this helpless negro race;\\nNo mortal s name like thine do we reverence,\\nWithin our hearts thou hast a sacred place.\\nI do not wish to call your souls from heaven,\\nBut could I call your bodies from the ground\\nOn earth thou might live in peace for ages\\nWith sweetest oil I d daily balm your wounds.\\nTo you O, ye dear and happy mothers\\nThou whom the Northern race hast freed\\nGrasp your loving infant from the cradle.\\nTell them of the Yankees blessed deed.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "32\\nTHE DEATH OF HECTOR.\\nI will not attempt the task\\nOf the Iliad to relate\\nBut I will tell of Hector\\nAnd how he met his fate.\\nThe Trojan war was over\\nAnd with glowing chariot wheels.\\nThe Greeks were drivins: madlv\\nThe Trojans from the field.\\nThe Trojans fled for safety\\nTo a city they had planned\\nAnd they heard the voice of Priam\\nWho upon the wall did stand.\\nCrying, Wanderer throw wide the gatj\\nUnless this day the fleeing Trojans\\nWill meet their certain fate.\\nThe wanderer sprang to the gate\\nAnd opened it at Priam s command,\\nAnd all of them entered with safety\\nBut Hector on the outside did stand.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "33\\nHe stood in mad confusion\\nWith fury in his eye\\nSaying, This day I shall meet Achilles,\\nThough I be doomed to die.\\nBut his aged father saw him,\\nWho was standing on the walls;\\nWith withered hands he beats his breast,\\nWith feeble lips he calls.\\nHector, Oh Hector, my boy, please enter,\\nSave us from grievous woes.\\nBut angry Hector would not hearken\\nThen the gate was closed.\\nHe viewed the army coming\\nLike a whirlwind mixed with leaves,\\nAnd great Achilles secretly leads\\nDrawn by white foaming steeds.\\nTheir chariot wdeels glowing with fire.\\nLook Hector meets their eyes\\nAnd they all rushed towards him\\nAs racers towards a prize.\\nBut Achilles horses being swiftest\\nThe race he seems to gain.\\nAnd hand to hand in battle\\nHector in the dust was slain.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "34\\nAnd after they had killed him\\nThe most brutal scene of all,\\nAchilles fastened him to his chariot,\\nDragging thrice around the walL", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "35\\nA DRUNKEN A.B.\\nOne cold wet winter evening,\\nI was making for mv home,\\nI passed a drunkard lying in the mire\\nThe sleet was falling fast\\nAnd my heart for him was moved\\nI thought it best to aid him to the fire.\\nThen from the ground I raised him.\\nBore him struggling to my home.\\nWhich was a little distance from the place\\nAnd when my home I entered\\nAnd the light had shone around,\\nI was attracted by the beauty of his face.\\nA fair young man just in his prime\\nWho wore a classic brow\\nThe raj^s of light were gleaming from his eyes,\\nOn his vest there was a medal\\nWith the signature to show\\nThat in college he had won it as a prize.\\nSoon he was sleeping soundly\\nIn a chair before the fire,\\nThen from his breast the medal I took and read.\\nI saw he was an A.B.\\nAnd the poet of his class,\\nAn honest valedictorian the medal said.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "36\\nTVas then my soul was lightened\\nAs I gazed into his face.\\nI knew it was a genius I had found\\nI thought who threw the arrow\\nThat had pierced his manly heart.\\nAnd broiio^ht the noble victim to the o;round.\\nWell, at first I deemed it rum\\nThat had brought him to this state.\\nAnd then I thought what caused him first to drink\\nThen he was sleeping soundly\\nAnd myself I did not know\\nThrough the night the cause I could only think.\\nBut next morning soon I rose\\nAnd his breakfast was prepared.\\nTo have him dine with us I thought a treat\\nTo him we were a strans^er\\nAnd at first he did refuse\\nBut at last we prevailed with him to eat.\\nAround our family table,\\nHe was seated at the head.\\nAnd while he ate, our hearts did eager yearn;\\nAYe knew he was a genius\\nThat had fallen to this state.\\nAnd much the cause we all desired to learn.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "37\\nI told him where I found him\\nAnd his face began to change\\nI asked him what had brought him to this state\\nWhile the tears were falling fast,\\nIt w^as Mary, he replied\\nThis storv then to me he did relate\\nt/\\nAfter I finished college,\\nI was doino: fairly well;\\nIn Chicago I was cashier of a bank\\nBut one day there came a letter\\nFrom the girl that had my heart.\\nIt was an arrow Oh, it pierced me and I sank\\nT was from my youth, yea childhood.\\nThat this girl had won my heart.\\nBefore our God she promised to be mine\\nBut when the time for invitations\\nTo our comrades should be sent;\\nIn this letter the vow she did decline.\\nril never forget the day.\\nYea, time can never erase\\nThe hour when the letter I did receive\\nAt first I was dumbfounded\\nAnd it seemed my heart would break\\nBut somehow the message I could not believe.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "38\\nI was standing at my window\\nWhen the letter came to hand;\\nI knew the man to whom I was dealino: chano:e\\nI tried to bear it bravely.\\nBut then al] could plainly see\\nThat with me there was somethinof oroinof strano:e\\ne\\nThe bov that brouorht the letter\\no\\nStood gazing into my face\\nI bade him go, the answer not to wait;\\nI read the letter over,\\nMused a moment to myself\\nTonight ril call and make the matter straight.\\nEach moment seemed an hour,\\nI thought night would never come;\\nMy assistant then I called to take my place\\nThen from the bank I darted\\nAnd I hastened to her home\\nI wanted just to gaze into her face.\\nShe was standing by the window\\nAnd she saw me as I came\\nShe felt her guilt and to a closet fled\\nAt the door her servant met me.\\nBeing instructed what to say,\\nThere s no one here but me, he Cjuickly said.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "39\\nWell I knew it was false,\\nBut I knew not what to do\\nHad I the means, death might have been my fate.\\nBut at last I departed,\\nThough I knew well she was there\\nI had seen her when I entered through the gate.\\nBack to my home I struggled,\\nThere I sat in deepest grief\\nTrying in vain to pass the time away\\nOf course it was then evening\\nAnd I d go again at night,\\nA moment then to me did seem a day.\\nSometimes it would seem too hard.\\nBut some way the grief I bore\\nI called again before the sun went down.\\nBut to be deceived again\\nShe had taken the early train.\\nWith my heart she d departed from the town.\\nAt the door her mother met me\\nAnd the story she did tell\\nIt was then the arrow stung me\\nAnd vou found me where I fell.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "40\\nThen I did not cease to love her,\\nBut with her desired to go;\\nFor the way I prayed her mother;\\nBut she vowed she did not know.\\nAll that night around her mother\\nI wept and tried her heart to win\\nOn my knees I knelt and prayed her\\nThat for her daughter she might send.\\nTrue my mother did weep with me,\\nFrom her the way I could not plead\\nI decided then to seek her,\\nAnywhere my mind should lead.\\nI left her house next morning\\nAnd to the bank I went again\\nBut my heart was tilled with sadness,\\nIt seemed that all my hope was vain.\\nThat day I gave up my position\\nUntil the next ensuing year.\\nFor my heart was stolen from me\\nAnd I have sought it far and near.\\nThen I told my friend the story\\nAnd he too, wept when he did hear\\nThen he gave to me some brandy.\\nHe said my grief he would help to bear.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "41\\nSince that day I ve sadly wondered,\\nIf my lover I could find\\nSince that day the thirsting spirit\\nTo the brandy seems to bind.\\nEight months today I ve not returned,\\nNeither has she, this letter said\\nAnd since that day I ve been wondering\\nIf the girl I loved is dead.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "42\\nENVY.\\nIn a flower garden beautiful and tall.\\nStood a bloomed lily above them all\\nThe lily was slender made,\\nYet a humming bird stooped for shade.\\nEvening came, it had its rest,\\nSaying, In this blossom I ll build my nest;\\nIn this blossom my love will lie.\\nAnd I will dwell here till I die.\\nAnother bird saw him content;\\nAsked to build, she gave consent.\\nSo on one blossom build them all\\nBlown by a zephyr it breaks and falls.\\nThe mother bird returned and found\\nHer nest and blossom on the ground.\\nTo the heart of a maiden tender and sweet,\\nThe heart of a lover went forth to meet\\nTo another lover the maid seemed sweet.\\nBy the maids consent he leaps to meet;\\nTo one sweetheart clings them all.\\nThey were too many and had to fall.\\nThe loving maid turned around\\nAnd found the lovers upon the ground.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "43\\nA LECTURE.\\nI was gointer make a speech\\nBut yer all began to frown;\\nDats what I say about yer darkies\\nYer tri to hold each uder down.\\nI am glad you aint de master,\\nDe one dat sot beyond der skies,\\nEf I wasn t ouah boy or gal\\nI am sure that I could never rise\\nTom s scard Dick will get er ofis\\nDick s scard Henry ul git er prize,\\nDats why we don t rise any faster,\\nWe ve got ourselves to organize.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "44\\nTHE GIRL AND THE BIRDS,\\nA little girl with tender hands\\nWent with the birds to play\\nThe little birds with o^olden wino^s\\nThen swiftly flew away.\\nPray leave me not, oh little birds I\\nDo stay wnth me I pray\\nI did not mean to do you harm\\nWith you I came to play.\\nThe little bird sailed on the air.\\nWould not her calling heed.\\nBut o^ave a flutter of their wino^s\\nSo to increase their speed.\\nThe earth in wheeling on her course.\\nGiving a mio^htv hum.\\nSaid, Do not crv mv little one\\nThey to the ground must come.\\nTor to my sceptre all must bow,\\nThe wicked and the good\\nI have the key to the great store\\nFrom which they get their food.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "45\\nSUMMER IS GONE.\\nSweet summer is gone,\\nI stand in ice and sleet;\\nWhere is thy storehouse.\\nTell me that I may seek.\\nI turn to the woods,\\nThat was once an arbor green\\nNothing now but (bare) trees\\nAnd the brown leaves are seen.\\nThe grass on which I lay\\nIn the warm summer glow,\\nI look, and lo tis now\\nA sheet of ice and snow.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "46\\nTHE END OF DAY.\\nWhen day s dusty journey s run,\\nLaborers fill the homeward path;\\nThe world worn out by toil and sun.\\nIn dewy mist must take a bath.\\nBirds unto their nests will fly.\\nCrickets to their hearth place creep;\\nWorldly cares are laid aside,\\nMan too takes a bath in sleep.\\nWhatever s bent in the glowing sun,\\nWhen Nature bathes, it will arise;\\nWithered corn blades will unroll.\\nAll things new will greet our eyes.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "47\\nTHE EVENING.\\nThe sun is sinking o er the hills,\\nCasting its gold on earth\\nYoung children in the harvest fields\\nHail it with joy and mirth.\\nFor often through the glowing day,\\nThey gazed up wuth a frown\\nAnd w^ondered in their little hearts,\\nWhy it would not hasten down.\\nThe Master seeing the fiery ball\\nHiding its rays of light,\\nHe gives His signal as to say\\nCease laboring for the night.\\nChildren under a master s rod\\nWho are toiling all the day,\\nHear the sound of the evening bell\\nAnd skip homeward on their way.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "48\\nAFRICA S CRY,\\nFrom the land of Africa\\nComes a faint cry,\\nSend us the gospel,\\nIn ignorance we die.\\nDying unconscious\\nOf a heavenly home.\\nWe know not the Saviour\\nWhat will be our doom?\\nSend us a teacher,\\nWho w^ill show us the way.\\nWe know not the law,\\nHow can we obey?\\nCome to us quickly,\\nWe have thrown wide the gate;\\nMillions of us\\nDo anxiously wait.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "49\\nTHE STARS.\\nTell me, oh Star, art thou a jewel,\\nShining in the sky so bright\\nOr art thou a little lantern,\\nHung from Heaven to give us light.\\nOften when I am alone\\nAnd think no one is nigh,\\nI glance into the heavens.\\nAnd catch your little eye.\\nI do not know your mission.\\nThat none doth understand\\nBut I know if thou could st do so,\\nThou would st tell me tales of man.\\nSome men are so foolish,\\nThere s no eye but their own.\\nAnd steal out in the darkness\\nWhere their deeds of vice are sown.\\nOh Star, I wish thou had st a voice,\\nTo reach to the uttermost dell\\nWhere men would commit their evils,\\nWould whisper, and say I ll tell.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "50\\nOh. if thou could onlv talk.\\nMany wonders thou would st tell\\nThou that saw within the walk.\\nThe trap in which the purest fell.\\nAll mankind feel quite free.\\nWhen they think no one can see;\\nAnd cease to care how slack they walk,\\nOh, if thou could only talk!\\nIf thou that shed the faintest beam.\\nCould only tell what thou hast seen\\nIt would be enough.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "51\\nNOTHING TO DO.\\nThe fields are white,\\nThe laborers are few\\nYet say the idle.\\nThere s nothinsf to do.\\no\\nJails are crowded.\\nIn Sunday Schools few;\\nWe still complain\\nThere s nothing to do.\\nDrunkards are dying,\\nYour sons, it is true\\nMothers arms folded.\\nWith nothing to do.\\nHeathen are dying,\\nTheir blood falls on you\\nHow can you people\\nFind nothing to do?", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "52\\nSATAN.\\nSatan s a robber,\\nHe works day and night;\\nGo where you may,\\nHe s always in sight.\\nGo to 3^0 ar closet.\\nAnd kneel down in prayer\\nYou need not be frightened,\\nFor Satan s not there.\\nHe lurks around poverty.\\nHe lurks around gold\\nHe s always on duty.\\nSeeking a soul.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "53\\nLIFE S ROAD.\\nWith joy I plod life s weary road,\\nSometimes free, then with a load\\nThe cares I gather through the day\\nAt night my banjo will drive away.\\nIf life comes sweet, I ll only smile\\nBecause it will please me well.\\nIf life comes bitter, I ll only frown\\nAnd you can never tell.\\nI never grieve o er past mistakes\\nMade through the previous day\\nI will from them a lesson take\\nAnd go plodding on life s way.\\nSometimes you see me plodding\\nAnd judge I m doing well\\nBut the care that s moving in my heart\\nNo tongue can ever tell.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "54\\nTHE SIGNS OF DEATH.\\nWhen yer hear at night de ole railch cow a lowin\\nAn der houn dogs howling out der raornful sound,\\nI tell yer now yer better giter ready,\\nDey s guinter plant some boudy in de ground.\\nYou neanter believe in sines unless 3^er wantir,\\nBut some des morns you ll wake up in suprize\\nAn if dey come a howling when Fm sleeping,\\nI ll tell yer now dis darkey am gointer rize.\\nAn if der s any doubt of being ready,\\nOn my knees I m gointer make it strate\\nYou may laf an say dat darkey s scary,\\nI am like er rabbit, I can not trust mistake.\\nIt may not be for me de dogs er howling,\\nBut when dey howl, my path I m gointer sweep\\nI am not agoin to bed no moer dat eavning,\\nDeath shant come and find dis darkey sleep.\\nDers lot ov learned people talking bully,\\nAn saying der s nothing in de sign,\\nBut if they come around me with their culture,\\nI am just er goin ter tell dem da er lyin", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "55\\nI don t care to listen to their lectures,\\nCos dey s just tryin to show off smart;\\nThere aint noboudy, no matter how he s cultured,\\nDats got de signs er wiped clear from his hart.\\nCultur don t take from man his habits,\\nIt only smears them over with a stain\\nCaus he s cultured, he s not an angel,\\nDem same old traits is learking still widin.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "56\\nCLASSES.\\nThe world is divided in many classes,\\nAll deny being of the masses;\\nLife is complex, whom may I believe\\nAll the world seeks to deceive.\\nSociety is artificial, I find\\nWhen I see what draws the line.\\nMen with honor and much estate\\nCompose the class we all call great.\\nOne class is made by color line.\\nOne by those who dress fine,\\nSome are made by the family tree,\\nAll painting and striving to seem to be.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "57\\nFORTUNE S WHEEL.\\nDaily the wheel of Fortune is turned,\\nDaily they award the prize\\nBut somehow they never call ray name,\\nI ve labored many years,\\nAnd the thing that causes me tears,\\nAlways I ve returned just as I came.\\nOften it seems too hard,\\nI decide no more to try\\nIt seems as though there is no prize for me,\\nThen a spark of hope will blaze,\\nAnd new courage it will raise,\\nAnd ao ain amono; the throno^ FU be.\\nAlways it won t be this way,\\nYery soon will come my day,\\nWhen the fortune wheel will be justly turned,\\nJust as it makes its round.\\nYes, my name will then be found.\\nAnd ril get the prize for which 1 yearned.\\n7", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "58\\nSHOW YOUR LOVE,\\nIf you love me show it now,\\nWait not till Tve passed away,\\nAnd lying cold in yonder grave,\\n1 can not hear then what you say.\\nIf a wreath await my death.\\nOne green leaf now give to me;\\nAll thy sweet sayings say them now,\\nPray let me hear them while I live.\\nIf the half had been made known,\\nThat was said on burial day,\\nMany that fainted would have risen.\\nAnd bounded on the upward way.\\nIn th book that tells of the warrior s glory,\\nFor the private soldier pray write a line\\nAh, if he had been a coward\\nHow could the captain have been sublime?\\nTrue the Commander should be honored.\\nWithout him there s nothing done;\\nBut where the soldiers were not willing,\\nI have never seen a victory won.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "59\\nYe men of wealth and highest honor,\\nAll who sit in a honored sphere;\\nGaze not on your brawny arm,\\nThink of th weak who put you there.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "60\\nMEMORY OF THE OLD TIMES.\\nWhen the bvofone davs come rushino: to mv memory,\\nAh, those good old days I spent while but a boy\\nMany a picture it brings that causes a tinge of sad-\\nness,\\nYet somehow my heart is filled with magic joy\\nI can view mvself u oino- strollinH throucrh the corn\\nfield.\\nGazing on the corn silks and the tassels gray\\nThrough the woodland till at last I reached the\\nbrooklet.\\nThere for minnows I would fish -till close of day.\\nBut those gor,d old days have gone and years of sad-\\nness\\nHave wrapped themselves around that happy lad\\nAnd no more at day to wander through the wood-\\nland.\\nAnd no more at night around my dear old dad.\\nI remember well how in the early springtime,\\nAYhen the meadow and the orchard were in bloom\\nHow John and Pd go bounding o er the hillside,\\nClose of eve when time to bring the cattle home;", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "61\\nI speak of John, but he too has left rae;\\nAnd his body lying mouldering in the clay,\\nAnd I gaze around to see my boyhood comrades,\\nBut they like my youth from me have passed away.\\nMy dear old friends have gone, and years of sadness\\nHave wrapped themselves around that happy lad\\nAnd no more at day to wander with my comrades,\\nNo more at niofht around mv dear old dad.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "62\\nDON T LAUGH, BOYS!\\nA colored, gray haired, feeble man\\nCame tottering down the street;\\nWas tackled by some happy youths\\nThat he by chance did meet.\\nHis hands were trembling on his cane,\\nHe raised his hoary head;\\nWith them he was no!: angry,\\nAs with a trembling voice he said\\nDon t laugh, boys, at this old form,\\nI think I am doing well\\nWhat I went through in slavery\\nNo tongue can ever tell.\\nI had no chance when I was young,\\nI was working for master then\\nBut now my boys you re free,\\nMake out of yourselves men.\\nAnd when you meet an old gray-haired man\\nStruggling along as I\\nDon t trouble him, for he loves you.\\nPolitely pass him by.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "63\\nABOUT DE PUTY GALS.\\nWhen I was a little feloah,\\nA sprying around de gals,\\nDe yaloah gals wus all a guying din\\nGoodness dey was triflin,\\nBat uv course they didn t care,\\nDey were serten dey cud get de best uv men.\\nTrue dey were a rarety\\nAnd we darkies didn t know,\\nWe thot it bes just r take her in\\nShe knew dat we ers beholding\\nAnd treated us as dey pleased\\nWe poor fools wud sit en fold our arms en grin.\\nAn dat same old adage.\\nSum are clingin to it yet.\\nAn trien ter reason in de same old way,\\nBecause dey s kinder puty\\nDey can do just as dey pleased,\\nDen wid de biggest darkies hold er sway.\\nI ll tell yer now, you re foolish,\\nDem kinder days has passed\\nFeatures wid us now don cut no shine,", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "64\\nYou ve got to be a lady\\nIn de fullest uv de word\\nYou have got to be de pure and genuine.\\nI ll tell yer pury darkeys\\nWho s reasoning in dat way,\\nI have a word wid you I d like to give.\\nYou had better o^it sum knoled^e\\nIn dat cocoanut uv yourn\\nDon t, by yoursef furever yur liaf tir live.\\nCos. honn you need not prize your face,\\nYou ain t no rarety in de race;\\nDer uster be a time\\nWhen de yallar gal helt the line.\\nBut now, dere s plenty in de race.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "65\\nMY SONG.\\nWhy was I born if this ends all,\\nAll that I will ever be\\nTo feel a spirit that seems divine\\nAnd no chance to let it free?\\nPoor, unfortunate seems my part,\\nDrifting on poverty s sea\\nThe chains of need have bound me fast,\\nOh would that I were free\\nDaily I m struggling for the shore,\\nBut the sea is vast and wide\\nAnd when I stop to sing my lays,\\nI m threatened by the tide.\\nBut if these rugged lays I ve sung.\\nShould cause some heart to move\\nAnd should bring to me sweet freedom,\\nHow could I them but love.\\nAccept these lays to you I ve given\\nAs a token of my art\\nJingling though they may seem to be,\\nEemember tis but a start.\\n8", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "66\\nOUR PICNIC.\\nIn fullest joy and richest pleasure,\\nUnder the shade, lying on the grass;\\nPicnic tables on the ground before us.\\nOur day with Pean did swiftly pass.\\nWe found a spring by a rippling stream,\\nGushing water fresh and cool;\\nWe must have found what De Leon sought,\\nA balm for old age within a pool.\\nChildren like lambs ran over the woodland,\\nWorldly cares were chased away\\nTheir voices like wild nymphs ringing,\\nOld age felt quite young to day.\\nReaching the arbor dark with shade,\\nJoy threw aside her rustic door;\\nWe entered in with hail of song,\\nAll forgot that we were poor.\\nWe turned around, lingering looked.\\nGoing home at the close of day\\nPean stood weeping in the door,\\nCrvini^: and beckonin^: for us to stny.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "67\\nEDITH,\\nIn the park under a mossy tree,\\nUpon a rustic seat,\\nIti the evening when the sun was low,\\nEdith and I would meet.\\nIt was on this seat three years ago\\nI gently took her hand\\nAnd o^azed into her smilino: face.\\nNo sweeter in the land.\\nBut now she is dead and passed away,\\nI from my labor stroll;\\nI have no one to meet me there,\\nI have no hand to hold.\\nBut some sweet day, when my work is done,\\nI ll stroll to another place.\\nWhere I will again take Edith s hand.\\nAnd gaze in her smiling face.\\nRoll round, sweet day, and bear me up\\nTo the heaven above.\\nWhere I will again see Edith s face.\\nAnd rest with her, mv love.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "68\\nODE TO LOVE.\\nLove I O passion I O woman\\nEeturn what thou hast stole\\nAmbition, heart, and treasure,\\nO free the weary soul.\\nLoose thy suffering victim,\\nUnbar the prison door\\nCall them back that weary,\\nLet them live once more.\\nWh V mock vour helpless victim\\nLoose your galling cham\\nTo many thou givest pleasure.\\nTo others thou givest pain.\\nThy hypnotizing power.\\nOver many holds a sway\\nTo him it seems a magnet.\\nIt draws his soul awav.\\nMany thou found were happy.\\nIn society held a place\\nThou hypnotized and led them\\nTo shame and sad dissTrace.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "69\\nHEROD S SLAUGHTER OF THE BABES,\\nIt was a decree of Herod,\\nCaused mothers to run wild\\nHe sent soldiers from his palace,\\nTo kill each young male child.\\nTo kill the babe, the mother s hope\\nTo mothers it didn t seem right;\\nThe mothers with their babies,\\nFor refuge took their flight.\\nOne mother fled for refuge\\nTo a cave within the ground\\nTo all it was suspicious\\nBy a soldier it was found.\\nLooking in at the open door,\\nAs a bird upon its nest,\\nHe saw a frightened mother,\\nWith a babe pressed to her breast.\\nWhat seek ye cried the mother.\\nWith a voice both faint and wild\\nI am on a dutv from Herod,\\nTo kill each young male child", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "70\\na\\nOh spare my child cried the mother\\nI pray thee let it live\\nIf life s what thou seek st.\\nTake mine, I ll freely give\\nIt s not vour s, it s the babe s.\\nMy duty I must perform.\\nHe reaches his hand towards her,\\nTo take the babe from her arm.\\nBack to the corner she fled,\\nHe rushed like a wild bear\\nAs a wolf on a lamb, he seized\\nAnd from her bosom tore.\\nThe mother to save her babe\\nBounds like a flyins: dart.\\nToo late! he unsheathed his blade\\nAnd pierced it through its heart.\\nThe mother viewing the horrible scene.\\nSinks breathless upon the floor\\nHe throws the babe by her side.\\nAnd steps from the earthen door.\\nThe mother dying upon the ground.\\nOnce from death did awake\\nSaw her strucroUnor babv Iving^\\nWith its arms outstretched to take.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "Quick as lightning her babe she grasped,\\nHer lips pressed to its wound\\nThey both gave up life s precious breath,\\nSinking dead upon the ground.\\nA spirit went wafting through the sky\\nWith a babe upon its breast;\\nIn the cave their corpses are seen\\nBut their souls are in heaven at rest.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "72\\nAMBITION,\\nThe world is a race course\\nMan is a charioteer;\\nIn him there is a soul\\nAmbition is the steed\\nBy which he is drawn,\\nOver which he seems to have\\nIN o control.\\nEach day we speed on the race,\\nAmbition still our steed,\\nRegardless of the soul\\nAnd heaven the goal\\nToward riches and honor\\nWe speed.\\nAmbition, thou most derv steed,\\nRemember thou drawest a soul\\nFor riches and honor there is no prize\\nHeaven is the only goal.\\nBe mindful thou, O charioteer\\nRide careful, keep your place,\\nLet riches nor honor tempt thee\\nAnd you will gain the race.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "73\\nA VIEW OF CHILDHOOD.\\nI love to think what joy Vve had,\\nWhen I was a boy, a playful lad\\nI couldn t appreciate it then,\\nI had not felt this world of sin.\\nNo cares were then upon my mind,\\nHappy and playful all the time\\nJust think of the many happy hours.\\nThat I roved through woods and flowers.\\nHow I d bound around at night,\\nCatching the bug that flashed a light;\\nNext morning when the sun would rise,\\nI d begin to chase the butterflies.\\nI can see myself creeping to a flower,\\nWhere a butterfly has lit to sip\\nNow it seems I almost have him,\\nBut from my Angers he doth slip.\\nHe fleeing away to another flower,\\nI stand and gaze to see him light;\\nNow again I creep to catch him.\\nBut he sees me and takes a flight.\\n9", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "74\\nAs I chase him from flower to flower,\\nMany others meet my eye\\nSome that do not seem so scary.\\nTo catch the others I will try.\\nThere, I see one on that flower,\\nHis head deep in the blossom fold\\nNow it seems as tho I have him,\\nAnd by his silky wings I hold.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "75\\nREASON, SAD WORLD.\\nYe proud and merry world,\\nReason with me I pray\\nWhy weary for the things\\nThat soon shall pass away\\nKnowing that soon thou ll die.\\nAnd on earth shall be no more,\\nThen what value will be to you.\\nThe wealth you have in store?\\nDost thou believe in God,\\nOf whom so much thou hast heard?\\nIf so, why dost thou weary,\\nWhy not trust then to His word?\\nKnowest thou that life and honor\\nAnd the wealth of sea and land,\\nAnd all for which thou longest,\\nHe holdeth in His hand\\nThen why not for true life\\nAnd all that thou dost need.\\nBeseech it from our God,\\nCease to man to plead\\nAll His promises are true,\\nYea, more than we have heard\\nAnd this thou too would st see.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "76\\nShould vou swinof out on His word.\\nLet us first Heaven seek\\nOf all, sweet Heaven is best,\\nAnd God has in His word\\nPromised to give the rest.\\nSad world, now cease your pining,\\nWarriors, cease your strife\\nStrive not for honor nor wealth,\\nBut seek eternal life.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "77\\nTHE WEALTHY NIGGER.\\nOne day along de road I -s strolling,\\nOver my circumstances scoling;\\nI saw a roll of money in de san,\\nAt first de money blinded me,\\nTill I heard a voice behind me,\\nDen wid de money to my home I ran.\\nDis black nigger am welthy, boys, at last\\nYou ought to see de raising uv the hat when I pass\\nDis black nigger don t seem so funny\\nSince dey s found he s got de money.\\nAnd dem same old ni^ro^ers am o-lad now to call me\\nboss.\\nDer were some yaller darkies in de place where I s\\nborn,\\nDey uster say I s smutty. Oh how dey uster scorn\\nThey uster have dey socials, dey uster have der teays,\\nDey uster have der walking for der cake;*\\nBut dis nigger dey always slighted\\nAnd to none I was invited,\\nDey treated me as do I was a snake.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "78\\nDis black nigger am welthy, boys, at last\\nYou ought to see dem 3^aller niggers bovvin when I\\npass\\nDis black nigger don t seem so funny\\nSince dey s found I s got de money,\\nAnd dem same old niggers am glad now to call me\\nboss.\\nI had a half brother and sister in de place where I s\\nborn,\\nBoth of dem was yaller, dis black un dey uster scorn\\nBut when dey heard I had returned\\nWid de money for to burn,\\nDey both on me did cast a wishful eye.\\nUv course dey uster scorn me,\\nBut now dey love to own me,\\nDey cry, Dar go my brudder, when I pass.\\nDis black nigger am welthy, boys, at last\\nYou outer see my brudder an sister grinnin when I\\npass;\\nDer black brudder don t seem so funny\\nSince dey s found he s got de money.\\nAnd dem same old niggers am glad now to call me\\nboss.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "79\\nDer were some Irish merchants in de place where\\nI s born,\\nAn when I d pass der building, how dem clerks ud\\nscorn\\nBut when dev found I d returned\\nWid de money for to burn,\\nDey d ask me in so nicely whin I d pass,\\nDo I had not changed my colour\\nBut dey found I had de dollar.\\nAnd de dollar toes de line to any class.\\nDis black nigger am welthy, boys, at last\\nOh how dem merchants call rae when I pass.\\nDis black nio-o^er don t seem so funnv\\nSince dev s found I s ofot de monev,\\nAnd dem same old niggers am-glad now to call me\\nboss.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "80\\nTHE BOY S OPPORTUNITY.\\nHail, happy youth, in your prime,\\nBe up and doing, waste not your time;\\nFast is coming on the day,\\nYou ll wish the time you waste away.\\nTrue, I know you are a boy,\\nI do not care to stop your joy,\\nBut very soon you ll be a man\\nAnd for yourself you ll have to plan.\\nThese wasted davs and foolish cares\\nYou ll think of them again in tears\\nWhen misfortune drives you mad\\nYou ll wish the time you once have had.\\nBut no matter how you may yearn.\\nTime once spent will not return\\nNow, my boys, your minds are free\\nThink of the man you hope to be.\\nStudy hard, your pennies save,\\nAlways truthful, ever brave;\\nAnd when a man you come to be,\\nYou ll think of what was said by me.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "81\\n^^NO USE IN SIGNS.\\nTain t no usen being skar d of congurs,\\nE n lettin black cats turn ur back\\nJest o:o n er bout yuh bisnes,\\nAn let the cono^ers hav ver track.\\nFrida aint no wus dan Monday,\\nEz fur ez luck is consern\\nEf yuh han ich, don t spit in it:\\nWont git nusin but what s u rn.\\nEf yuh nose ich, no un comin,\\nEf yuh foot ich, yer goin no wher\\nU can let wurras crall al over you\\nDen you 11 get nuthin new to ware.\\nCos yo hav a little lernin\\nDon t sit in trv ter fio^er rich\\nJes git yer spade an shuvel\\nAn 0^0 trotin lont^ toder ditch.\\nWin yer feel a litlle happy,\\nDon t think of al de sorros yer had\\nCos yer eye is trembling a little,\\nDats no sine yer goin ter get mad.\\n10", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "82\\nCos de middle toe iz lono^er den de bio^ on,\\nDon t yer thint gwine ter rule;\\nKase my hair gro on my forehead,\\nYer neanter take me fur a fool.\\nI am gointer sing sum in der monin,\\nSee if de haks catch me before night\\nEf da do don t yer wury,\\nJest say, I bet day had ter flte.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "83\\nTHE MEMORY OF FRANCES WILLARD.\\nAround the glowing fireside of the nation,\\nThere s a vacant chair no one can ever fill\\nDeath came and stole from it a Temperance mother,\\nYet in Heaven she lives an angel still.\\nTo all she seemed a pure unfolding lily,\\nOn which no eye had ever found a stain\\nShe stood till death, the surest reaper.\\nCame to gather in his choicest grain.\\nCHORUS.\\nDearest mother, gone thou art,\\nLeft us with a breaking heart.\\nTo sweet Heaven thou art conveyed.\\nShow us the star that thou hast made,\\nThat thy dear friends at night may see\\nThe silver rays that gleam from thee.\\nUpon the parlor wall of our nation,\\nHangs a picture in a sacred place\\nShe was a tender friend to the drunkard,\\nAll admire the beauty of her face.\\nTis a picture of dear old Mother Willard,\\nA mother to the drunkard and to all;\\nShe was tenderly watching over the fallen\\nWhen she heard the loving Savior call.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "84\\nCHORUS.\\nIn the tender heart of all the nation\\nThere s a place no one can ever fill\\nA place for one who s living now in Heaven,\\nFor her the lamp of love is burning still.\\nFrom the Union there s gone a loving mother,\\nFor her our hearts in sorrow will ever pine;\\nMay peace be unto her dear old comrades.\\nMay joy pour out to them the richest wine.\\nCHORUS.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "85\\nI LL ENTER THE SALOON NO MORE,\\nDaily we drop in the treasure,\\nBut it never reaches its height\\nAnd when we search for the reason,\\nWe find it Saturday night.\\nThen we find them there in multitudes.\\nSpending in various ways;\\nril invite you to the bar-room\\nThat vou in the window mav ^aze.\\nThere you ll see Samuel Brown,\\nWho earns a dollar per day\\nAnd for the cursed rum cup.\\nHe is ^ivino^ it all awav.\\nAt home his wife and children\\nHave earned whatever they could.\\nAnd are waiting by the fire\\nTo receive their Sunday s food.\\nHis wife is somewhat frightened,\\nThe clock has long struck ten\\nShe lays aside her baby\\nTo brinsr her Samuel in.", "height": "4061", "width": "2587", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "86\\nShe laid aside her baby\\nAnd pursued the journey once more.\\nShe didn t make any inquiries\\nTill she reached the grocery store.\\nThen she asked the merchant\\nIf he had seen her Sam.\\nHe said, He s gone to the bar-room\\nTo get his Sunday s dram.\\nThen to the saloon she hastened,\\nEntered in at the open door\\nThere she saw her husband\\nLying drunk upon the floor.\\nBy his side she sat and wept.\\nWhen he from sleep did wake.\\nAnd heard his baby crying\\nAs tho its heart would break.\\nWhen he saw them weeping.\\nHe rose to his feet and swore.\\nFor the sake of wife and baby\\nHe would enter the saloon no more.", "height": "4076", "width": "2517", "jp2-path": "avengingmain00mcgi_0096.jp2"}, "95": 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