{"1": {"fulltext": "f", "height": "3681", "width": "2436", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap. Copyright No. _.\\nShelf.f/4..^/\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "HEART SONGS.", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "Digitized by the Internet Archive\\nin 2011 with funding from\\nThe Library of Congress\\nhttp://www.archive.org/details/heartsongsOOcapp", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "r-\\nt^.^^-^\\n^^2-^/\\ny", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "Heart Songs,\\nBY\\nJOSIE FRAZEE CAPPLEMAN,\\nRICHMOND, VA.:\\nB. F, Johnson Pubi ishing Co.\\n1899.", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES RECEIVED\\nlibrary of Congpefi^\\nOff(ce of the\\nDEC 2 2 1599\\nRegister of Copyright*\\n49819\\nCopyright,\\nJosie Frazee Cappleman.\\n1899.\\nSECOND COPY,", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "TO the; united daughters\\nOF THE\\nCONFEDERACY.\\nHerein I give of heart and mind\\nThe sweeter, better part,\\nSo like a loved friend, may you find\\nThese poems of the heart.", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nTvTOTHING is so frequently forgotten as the kindness and help-\\nI* fulness of others many readers of this little volume can\\nrecall the uplift that was given their youth-time ambition by the\\nencouraging words of some faithful friend, who may now be\\nsleeping neath the silent sod, but whose kindly influence moves\\non forever.\\nIn the days that knew no care, when my young mind first began\\nto yearn for expression to these Heart Songs, there was one\\nwho led me into his magnificent library, and there, surrounded by\\nthe master-minds of all ages, he urged me to know them and by\\nhis constant encouragement and sympathy awakened in me the\\nstrong desire for greater and higher knowledge.\\nTo Col. J. R, McInTosh, the friend of my childhood, is due\\nmuch of whatever merit may be found in these verses.\\nIt may be of further interest to my readers to know, that all that\\nis pictured upon these pages is either true to life, or founded upon\\nactual incidents\\nJosiE Frazee Cappi^Eman.", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPage.\\nThe Song of the Heart 15\\nA Heart Song 16\\nDestiny ----17\\nMabel Mason _-X7\\nThe Empire of Art -21\\nOur Southern Girl 22\\nWhere Do the Kisses Grow? -------25\\nBaby-Kisses 27\\nBaby 28\\nOur Baby George ---------29\\nThe New South Womanhood 30\\nCrown Winners ----------31\\nJust Forty Years Ago --------32\\nWhat Should a Woman Be? 34\\nOde to a Hickory Tree --------35\\nLife 37\\nA Plea 38\\nA Thought ----------39\\nDeath and Dawn ---------40\\nFamiliar Faces 41\\nA Christmas Greeting --------43\\nAt Sunset -----------45\\nThe Feast of Roses 46\\nV/aiting 48\\nChildhood s Laugh ---------49\\nA Picture of the Past ------50\\nSoul Communion ---------52\\nWoman -----------53\\nThe Angel of the Gray 54\\nThe Song of the Falling Leaves 55\\nThe Strongest Bond of All 57\\n[9]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Page.\\nThe Gift of Mistletoe 58\\nLa France Roses -._ ___.-_ 59\\nThe Trampled Rose 60\\nConsider! ___-___-_ gi\\nThe Plentitude of Time 62\\nFor the Sake of You 63\\nThe Love Song of the Leaves 64\\nIf All Were Like You 65\\nSidney Lanier -66\\nMisunderstood ----------66\\nNo One Comes Home to Me -------68\\nSome One Comes Home to Me 70\\nEver Kind -----------71\\nHope ---___ 72\\nHopeless -----______ 73\\nHopeful _-_74\\nTrusting -75\\nAnticipation 7g\\nUnrequited Love -77\\nNature s Secret -78\\nThe Blue and Gray, or the Resurrected Hearts 79\\nA Lay to the Water-Lilies 82\\nWhere the Water-Lilies Grow 83\\nA June Fancy ----------84\\nAlone with Thee ---------85\\nAugust Lilies ----------86\\nConstancy -----------88\\nLife-Dreams ___------- 89\\nA Reverie -----------90\\nBeauty s Queen -92\\nHeart Power ----------93\\nTo Love and Be Loved --94\\nWaiting\u00e2\u0080\u0094 For What? -96\\nA Query --------97\\nQueries __- __-_---- 93\\nSo Much to Do 100\\n[10]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Page.\\nEngine Sixty-six ______--_ loi\\nThe Vain Appeal 105\\nReturn of Winter 106\\nChristmas Greeting 107\\nThe Old and the New 108\\nWhat is Love? no\\nDreaming ------_--__ no\\nLife in a Look m\\nFriendship 112\\nA Token of Friendship 113\\nLost Friendships 114\\nFriends ----__-__\u00e2\u0080\u009e_ 115\\nRemembered ------____ 117\\nLove s Marriage ------__. 1x8\\nAn October Bridal -------__ 119\\nOnly a Girl -------_-_ 120\\nTo the Absent 120\\nOur Southern States 121\\nA Dirge to the Southern Dead 122\\nDecoration Day --_ 125\\nLife ------------127\\nUp or Down? 129\\nA Life Picture 130\\nA Dirge of Autumn 133\\nA Song of Life 134\\nReverses 136\\nHe Owes Not Any Man 138\\nNothing Goes Hard with Me 139\\nA Leaf from Heart-History 140\\nBrown Eyes 143\\nBy Moonlight -144\\nLove s Tokens 146\\nOn the Gulf 148\\nThe Work of the Fire-Fiend 150\\nThe Evil of the Age --151\\n[11]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "Page.\\nThe Most Unhappy of Men 152\\nAu Desespoir ---__-_--- 154\\nWeary _-__ _. isg\\nThe Last Song of a Suicide 157\\nLines to Mrs. L --_._--_ 153\\nOne Evening -__--___-_ 153\\nTwo or Three 159\\nA Valentine 160\\nWork and Wait 161\\nJudge Not 162\\nIn Memoriani 163\\nThe Click of the Rustic Gate 165\\nI Will Be True 167\\nIt s Good Enough for Me 168\\nThe Days are Dead -__ 169\\nThe Gifts of a Day --169\\nThere s More of Good Than 111 170\\nA Friend Who is a Friend 171\\nDreams Fulfilled -----.--.172\\nMy Valentine 173\\nA Word and a Smile 173\\nSympathy 174\\nMy Other Self 175\\nHow Much 176\\nMinor Chords 177\\nSometimes 178\\nHeart Stabs 179\\nOne Heart 179\\nRegret 180\\nThe First Mock-Bird I8I\\nOne Summer Day .--------182\\nWelcome\\nBroken Heart-Ties 184\\n-The World Moves On\\n185\\nUnforgot\\n[12]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Page.\\nTo One Away _ ^^gg\\nOver the Way ------____ jgy\\nNo More -------____ ^89\\nGrowing Together ---_\\nSweethearts ------____ i^i\\nThe Little Things ---192\\nAn Idyl of the Springs 193\\nThe Voice 194\\nMy Preference 195\\nSummer Sunshine -___----- 196\\nDecree Not All to Destiny 196\\nThe Last Marechal Niel 197\\nThe Baby in Blue --199\\nThe First Hyacinth 200\\nThe Christmas Message 201\\nIt Seemeth Thus 202\\nBoys, Take Your Money Home 203\\nThe Friend That I Love Best 205\\nThanksgiving __-_ 206\\nOther Days 207\\nLove the Just 210\\nLove the Blind 211\\nLove, the Deified -212\\nA Love Song 213\\nSpirit to Spirit 214\\nAfterward 215\\nBecause I Love You ___ 216\\nHe s Done the Best He Can 217\\nHeroes of To-Day 218\\nThe Ways of War 219\\nThe Banner of the Free 220\\nPeace and Pride ----_--__ 221\\nKeep Quiet and All Will Be Well 222\\nLove s Labor 223\\nOkolona Chapter 224\\nI Love But You ------_-_ 226\\n[13]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "Page.\\nSoul of My Soul 227\\nO Summer Sea! 227\\nWrite Me a Letter To-Night 228\\nAt Rest 231\\nThe False and the True 233\\nThe Fated Cross ----_-..- 236\\nIn Remembrance ---_ 237\\nTo Some One 239\\nLove s Mistake 241\\nA Farewell _-_- 241\\nThe Orphan Child ---------242\\nThe Floods _----_-_-- 244\\nNothing to Do 244\\nThe Funeral Dog 245\\nPrince Louis Napoleon 249\\nIneen 251\\nIn Memoriam 253\\nEternal Rest -----255\\nThe Whips and Scorns of Time 256\\nl:i4j", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Heart Songs.\\nTHE SONG OF THE HEART.\\nCome to me, O ye Mtises,\\nCome from your soul-lit sphere;\\nCome from the dead and dying,\\nAnd comfort the living here\\nHaste from your misty mansions.\\nHaste from the bliss above,\\nAnd sing to the earth and the earthly\\nThe sweet, soothing song of love;\\nAnd brightest hopes bring\\nAs softly you sing\\nThe song of this sweet, soothing love.\\nTis a theme that s worn and wasted\\nWasted and worn from its wear\\nYet waft the words of its music\\nOn the silent, night-wrapt air.\\nFor, still there s life in its warping,\\nLife in its texture wrought\\nIts smile, its touch, its soul-felt thrill,\\nAnd life in its every thought\\nThen come with your song.\\nNor wait ye so long\\nWith sounds by the sighing are sought.\\n[15]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "Tis love soothes the soul of the sadden d,\\nWhen earth seeks again mother-earth\\nAnd love that doth govern and guide us\\nThrough the tumults of time from our birth\\nThen smile on its soul-melting music,\\nHow lonely we never can know\\nFor lonely would life be without it\\nHow lonely we never can know\\nThen, laugh not at love.\\nThat boon from above\\nThat brightens this world-waste of woe.\\nTis love quivers through all my being\\nAnd lightens and lulls it to rest\\nA heaven of bliss and of brightness\\nIs warmed and awak d in my breast,\\nTill I long to leap into star-realms\\nAnd pour forth a passionate part,\\nBut the soul s too high, and the earth too low.\\nSo mine is the song of the heart\\nWith a wild, wayward will.\\nThat nothing can still\\nI sing you this song of the heart.\\nA HEART SONG.\\nTis said every heart has its counterpart.\\nThat every mind has its mate,\\nThat every soul where the blue clouds roll\\nIs linked, when tis formed, to its fate.", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "So some hearts shall meet at the earth s green feet\\nAnd some on the surging sea\\nYet others there are from their fates so far\\nThat the union can never be,\\nTill the dying day has borne them away\\nTo the rest that is boundless bliss,\\nAnd there is enwrought the bond that they sought\\nIn vain thro their earth-course to kiss.\\nDESTINY.\\nSometimes two lives that have lived apart\\nWill strangely touch on some summer day;\\nThen, after a time, again diverge.\\nEach going its sorrowful, self-same way.\\nSometimes two hearts, first together tuned.\\nAnd making of life one sweet love-song.\\nAre harshly hushed by a changeless fate,\\nAnd ever apart must drift along.\\nPerchance it may prove in that great Sometime,\\nThat all the wretched will righted be\\nAnd why all these tanglesome threads of life.\\nThen, ah, then, will we clearly see.\\nMABEL MASON.\\nHigh and heavy rose the waters\\nOf Lake Erie, wild and wide,\\nAs the Lighthouse-keeper s daughter\\nGazed upon the troubled tide\\n[17]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "Gazed far out upon the sobbing,\\nSurging, swelling, seething sea,\\nWond ring if a well-known fish-boat\\nMong the billows then could be.\\nFor, upon that sun-bright morning\\nEre the storm began to brew\\nHe, whose heart to hers was plighted.\\nMade one of a fishing crew;\\nAnd he whisper d, as he left her\\nHappy, hopeful as could be\\nMabel, darling, wish me lucky,\\nAnd at night-fall look for me\\nGhostly eve was gath ring o er them,\\nNor the boat was yet in sight,\\nWhile the waters raged and roared\\nGainst the bulwarks of the night-\\nRaged until the strongest-hearted,\\nMong the sturdy and the bold.\\nE en began to quail and quiver\\nAnd their hands to helpless hold.\\nClose upon the craggy lake-shore\\nStood a rough-clad, motley crew,\\nAnd among them, Mabel Mason\\nWaiting, wond ring what to do;\\nSlow her heart and hope were sinking.\\nWhen, an object came in view.\\nOut upon the madden d waters\\nStrove a form too well she knew.\\n[18]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Save him save him cried the maiden,\\nAs she saw him wildly wave,\\nO ye stout and sturdy seamen,\\nSave him from a storm-tossed grave\\nBut their dying hopes were heighten d\\nO er the danger broke some light;\\nFor within the darken d distance\\nHove a steamer, strong, in sight.\\nOn she sped in sweeping swiftness,\\nPlunging, plowing thro the blast,\\nNearer to the struggling fish man\\nAs his strength was ebbing fast\\nOn she tossed but never heeded\\nGod of pity, rose the cry.\\nCould their eyes aright have served them?\\nYea that steamer passed him by.\\nCurses on ye paltry-hearted\\nCurses on ye craven crew\\nMay your lives be blacken d and blighted.\\nFor this deed you ve dared to do\\nSave him save him shrieked the maiden,\\nPlunge ye brave ones in the sea,\\nAnd the God of all will help you;\\nSave him for the sake of me\\nBut those weather-beaten boatmen\\nStood, nor stirred the strong and brave\\nAs they muttered Mabel Mason,\\nNaught on earth yon soul can save.\\n[19]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "Straight she turned her eyes to heaven-\\nEyes so true and full of trust,\\nSaying firmly, I will help him\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nGod have mercy for I must.\\nAnd, before a hand could stay her,\\nOr a warning voice could save\\nCrying, farewell to her father\\nLeaped she out upon the wave.\\nE en those hearts so rude and rugged\\nAt that daring act stood still,\\nTurning in appeal to heaven\\nWith one thought and with one will;\\nAnd that horror-stricken father,\\nStaring with abated breath,\\nEvery nerve strained to its tension,\\nCried, O God, save them from death\\nCourage brave, heroic Mabel,\\nStrong and brave from boundless love,\\nSee she nobly strives and struggles\\nLove gainst Death will dauntless prove.\\nIn a moment more she reached him,\\nSeized his sinking, senseless form.\\nAs the white-caps hissed, and hurled them.\\nIn the whirlpool of the storm.\\nWith the strength of desperation\\nUp his burden d form she bore,\\nFought her way thro breaking billows\\nTill she reached the rocky shore;\\n[20]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Then, with look of Love triumphant,\\nLaid him at her father s feet;\\nWhile a hundred hands went outward,\\nMabel Mason s hand to meet.\\nWeeks have folded in Lake Erie\\nSince that deathless deed was done,\\nAnd to-day the sun is shining\\nOn two lives anew begun\\nOne, a manly heart once warring\\nWith the angry Erie s tide,\\nAnd the brave-souled Mabel Mason\\nNow his gentle,joyous bride.\\nTHE EMPIRE OF ART.\\nWe hear of Art the world s warm praise,\\nTill genius seems to burn and blaze\\nIn every land from every soul\\nTo loom, and light, and radiant roll.\\nAnd gems untold e er glint and glow\\nFrom skies above, from souls below.\\nTill Art brings forth a brilliant scene,\\nWith scarce a shadow in between.\\nTrue painting, sculpture, poetry\\nDoth each enchant in high degree,\\nTill one is lost in wild delights\\nMid Empire Art s celestial sights.\\n[21]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "OUR SOUTHERN GIRL.\\nGreeting! Daughters of the Southland,\\nTis a plea to you I bring\\nFrom the fullness of my feelings,\\nOf our Southern girl I sing;\\nFrom the realm of truth and glory,\\nWith their rich and radiant flowers,\\nA wreath I d cull, and crown her\\nThis Southern girl of ours.\\nWaken, soul and let me paint her\\nPaint her picture with my pen,\\nEven as I sometimes see her\\nIn the mazy walks of men.\\nTis a face all pink and dimpled,\\nA cameo set in curls.\\nWith eyes the brightest, shyest\\nOne of our Southern girls.\\nShe s a well-poised, queenly creature\\nAs she moves to tune and time,\\nAnd graceful as the lily\\nOf her own soft, sun-kissed clime;\\nWith an air half pride, half pathos\\nA voice like brooklet s prul\\nWith ways that haunt and hold one\\nOur gracious Southern girl.\\n[22]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Hers a heart as pure as star gleams,\\nAnd fresh as heavenly flowers\\nWhose fragrant, pearly petals\\nMark the ages, not the hours;\\nTis a heart sweet-tuned, responsive\\nA heart that throbs and thrills\\nWith the tenderest emotions\\nThat a Southern bosom fills.\\nHers the mind for plan and action.\\nHers the will to dare and do,\\nHers the courage of conviction.\\nHers the soul of all that s true.\\nOn the page of art and science\\nHer bright-winged thoughts unfurl,\\nKeeping mental pace with masters\\nOur brainy Southern girl.\\nDuty calls and soft she cometh\\nNot, O men to take your place\\nNot unmaidenly and mannish\\nWould our girl with you keep pace.\\nNot her wish to rule or rob you,\\nNot one right to take away\\nBut she needs to work as men do,\\nAnd, as men, to win her pay.\\nHers a sire ye loved and honored,\\nAs ye battled side by side\\nBrave was he, and kind and courtly.\\nWith the high-born Southron s pride\\n[23]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "And to-day his proud-souled daughter\\nTrusts to you her father s friend\\nFor the same chivalric honor\\nYe gave him to the end.\\nThen, O help her, noble Southron\\nYe of God s best men\\nCome, help her with your wisdom.\\nAnd help her with your pen;\\nAnd perchance some wintry morning,\\nWhen your hopes lie dumb and dead,\\nWhen your life seems all reverses,\\nShe ll give to you instead.\\nOh, then aid her in her efforts\\nWard ofif the rude and rough.\\nAnd kindly smooth and soften\\nThe road is hard enough.\\nIn the shop, the store, the office.\\nThe printing-room s mad whirl.\\nStand by and guide and guard her,\\nOur brave-souled Southern gfirl.\\ntj-\\nGod bless her proud endeavor\\nTo do a strong man s part,\\nTo work her hard way upward\\nGod bless her plucky heart!\\nWe fondly watched her footsteps\\nThrough all life s busy whirl.\\nAnd ever pray, God bless her\\nOur own sweet Southern girl.\\n[24]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Where Do the Kisses Grow?", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "WHERE DO THE KISSES GROW?\\nThey leap from the soul of a baby\\nAnd then all over it spread,\\nFrom the white and pink of the toe-tips\\nTo the halo of gold on its head;\\nFrom the depths of its dainty dimples,\\nFrom the roseate, laughter-turned lips.\\nFrom the soft, shapely neck and shoulders\\nTo the tapering finger-tips.\\nThey re hidden within every heart-fold.\\nAnd cuddled down close to the core.\\nAnd tho they are evermore gathered,\\nStill, I find there a thousand-fold more\\nAnd each one seems softer and sweeter\\nThan the one I found just before,\\nTill I wonder if ever the sweetest\\nIs taken from baby s vast ^tore.\\nSo daily I search for and seize them,\\nAnd hourly I pluck a new prize.\\nSometimes from the whitest of foreheads,\\nSometimes from the brightest of eyes\\nOf all the rare sweets sent from heaven,\\nThese kisses, to me, are most sweet,\\nA blessing they bring to my being\\nAs the holiest emotions there meet.\\n[25]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "And I whisper O angel-kissed baby,\\nDo you feel can you ever quite know\\nOf the wondrous worth of these kisses\\nThat ever continue to grow?\\nOf the wearisome woes that they soften,\\nOf the heart-cares they curtain from sight,\\nOf their magic that soars thro the sunshine\\nAnd on thro the knells of the night\\nI hold that we re higher and better\\nFor every fresh kiss that we take.\\nFor every fond love-token given\\nWhen given for sacred love s sake;\\nFor, if purity s planted in Earthdom,\\nThen surely it springs from the soul\\nOf that beautiful, angel-like being\\nAs its life-page begins to unroll.\\nThen FU gather them early and often,\\nFrom the bright, curly head to the toe,\\nI can t rob the wee tot of its treasures.\\nFor still they continue to grow.\\nAnd in long after years fondest memory\\nE en backward forever will flow\\nTo that bonny-eyed babe of the by-gone.\\nWhose kisses no longer may grow.\\n[26]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "BABY-KISSES.\\nHow I long for them when I ve been away\\nFrom my httle one the Hve-long day\\nHow I wistfully wait, ah none can know,\\nSave those who are glad in motherhood s glow.\\nI dream of them thro the night s still hours.\\nThey are culled with the sweets of dreamland s flowers,\\nAnd when I awake, in the morn s fresh bliss,\\nThe first thing I seek is a baby-kiss.\\nAnd when I have done with the toil and care.\\nThat each day nmst bring to a mother s share,\\nI find there is naught that can rest me more\\nThan a dainty kiss from my baby s store.\\nAnd again when the vee, with her dusky charms.\\nBide me lay down my babe from my mother-arms,\\nI press a fond kiss on my darling s lips\\nAnd envy the angels their night-sweetness sips.\\nThere are many fair things in this life to love\\nThere are sweets from the earth and sweets from above-\\nI have tasted of all but my heart whispers this\\nThere is nothing so sweet as a baby-kiss.\\n[27]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "BABY.\\nBright eyes They re baby s eyes,\\nIllumined with heaven s own light;\\nThey seem to tell of sun-lit skies,\\nOf star-land broad and bright.\\nSweep lips They re baby s lips.\\nJust smiling for a kiss\\nNot e en the sweets the hum-bird sips\\nAre half so sweet as this.\\nFair face Tis baby s face.\\nAll fresh and pure from Heaven\\nOh was there ever such a face\\nTo other mortal given?\\nWee hands They re baby s hands.\\nSo dainty and so dear\\nO baby hands, a strong heart s bands\\nAre twined about you here.\\nWee feet They re baby s feet\\nPink, dimpled, soft and small\\nWithin my hands they lightly meet\\nMy little life My all\\nYet this is just one baby-life\\nOne shrine of worship here\\nHow many millions more\\nSome other hearts hold dear\\n[28]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Our Baby George.", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "OUR BABY GEORGE.\\nA little form, a baby wee,\\nStands loving by my side,\\nHis curly head, just to my knee,\\nBeneath my hand I hide.\\nHis dark brown eyes look up in mine\\nWith playful, pleading gaze\\nThe while he tries my thoughts to charm\\nWith all his cunning ways.\\nHis little mouth is puckered up\\nJust ready for a kiss.\\nAnd then he says Mamma, bye-bye\\nIn all his baby bliss.\\nI stoop and clasp the curly head.\\nThe proffered mouth to mine,\\nAnd wonder if there ever was\\nA baby more divine\\nHe is my love, my light, my life\\nAn angel in my eyes\\nI wonder if a brighter babe\\nDwells e en in Paradise?\\n[29]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "THE NEW SOUTH WOMANHOOD.\\nA type is she of womanhood,\\nOf Southern woman fair and good\\nAnd gentle dignity\\nA manner full of grace and ease,\\nAnd pretty woman-ways that please,\\nIn sweet simplicity.\\nA heart with constancy a-tune.\\nAnd touched all tenderly so soon\\nAs pity makes its plaint\\nA hand that softly doth enclose\\nThe worn and weary in their woes,\\nAnd firm lives makes of faint.\\nA character that naught can quail\\nThat s strong and brave where these avail.\\nIn judgment, kind and just;\\nWhose life, as daily it unrolls,\\nBespeaks one of these peerless souls\\nIn whom all hearts may trust.\\nThe world s proud deeds within the past,\\nThe marked events that follow fast\\nFor her are frequent food\\nRefinement, culture, are her share.\\nAnd honored is she everywhere\\nThis New South womanhood.\\n[30]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "For such is Southern womanhood\\nThat s fresh and fair and pure and good,\\nThat s strangely old, yet new;\\nSuch is, in truth, a type to-day\\nThat s with us, and will be alway,\\nSo long as truth is true.\\nCROWN WINNERS.\\nThere s one, I know, of fairest mien.\\nOf rarest make and mold,\\nWhose every thought\\nHath sweetness wrought\\nWithin the faintest fold.\\nFor all mankind the great, the strong-\\nA kind heart-feeling flows\\nBut ever to\\nThe weakling few\\nHer sympathy outgoes.\\nTo such as doomed to dull neglect,\\nSuch of unknown degree,\\nPrey of distress\\nAnd loneliness\\nTo such turns quickly she,\\nWith just a word of kind intent.\\nSometimes a rare, sweet smile,\\nSometimes a flower\\nWhose dainty dower\\nWill some grief-hour beguile.\\n[31]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "So runs her life in dear, sweet deeds\\nFor some ill-fortuned s sake,\\nAnd day by day\\nGo where she may-\\nJoy follows in her wake.\\nHow great, how near divine, the good\\nIn such a life abounds\\nAnd so it seems\\nIn my best dream.s\\nSuch souls will win the crowns.\\nJUST FORTY YEARS AGO.\\nR. N. N.\\nJust forty years ago and I\\nFirst stood upon the brink\\nOf life s great deep, tumultuous sea\\nAnd learned to be and think\\nI smiled upon the wondrous world,\\nAnd yearned to catch its glow;\\nAnd this was on a fresh May morn\\nJust forty years ago.\\nTo-day the gilding and the gloss\\nHave fallen from the years,\\nAnd all the dark, decaying dross\\nIn ghastly plight appears.\\n[32]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Time has not proven youth s fair dream,\\nNor Hfe the gHttering show\\nAs once it promised unto me\\nJust forty years ago.\\nTo-day I stand\u00e2\u0080\u0094 not where I stood,\\nWhen Time, for me began\\nBut where the roughest billows rock\\nAgainst the brain of man.\\nWhere every well-meant effort meets\\nA cruel blast and blow.\\nlife, again to be aback\\nJust forty years ago\\nStill, let me stop a space and think\\nIs nothing left to me?\\nIs there no happy, heart-touched crest\\nUpon life s restless sea?\\nTwere most ungrateful to forget\\nThe only joy I know\\nThe best is not all dated back\\nJust forty years ago.\\nOne radiant ray shines o er my heart,\\nA woman s love and light.\\nAnd, thro the burden of my years.\\nBurns, clear, and fresh, and bright.\\nAnd learning thus the first, best love\\nThat falls to man below,\\n1 would not be where once I was\\nJust forty years ago.\\n[33]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "I e en would live this life anew\\nAbove its petty part\\nIn silence cast its cares aside\\nFor her who fills my heart.\\nAnd when the final summons comes\\nTo leave this world of woe,\\nI trust to stand, as once I stood\\nJust forty years ago.\\nWHAT SHOULD A WOMAN BE?\\nWe would have her gracious and gentle,\\nWith kindness to walk side by side\\nWith sympathy s smile for the sunny,\\nWith sympathy s tear for the tried.\\nWe would have her tender and truthful\\nA voice with sincerity s sound,\\nAnd, above every act of her earth-life,\\nThese virtues to ever abound.\\nWith the air of the earnest and thoughtful.\\nWhich can merge into merrier moods\\nAnd win with her warmth and her wisdom,\\nAll persons her presence includes.\\nWith a spark of the fire of the fearless.\\nThat can frankly and firmly defend\\nThe right in its hour of oppression,\\nAnd steadily stand by a friend.\\n[34]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "With a conscience so carefully cultured,\\nAnd of such a delicate mold.\\nThat naught of a double-tainted nature\\nThis crystalline chalice could hold.\\nWe would have her womanly, always,\\nWith th coyness that close to her clings\\nFor to be a womanly woman.\\nIs the crown of all womanly things.\\nWe would wish her fervent and faithful,\\nFaithful and fond to the end;\\nAnd, strange tho it seem, I have found these,\\nAye, all of these in a friend.\\nODE TO A HICKORY TREE.\\nIn the sunny clime of Southland,\\n(Where the darkies now are free)\\nIn a great, old-fashioned farm-yard.\\nIs a treasured Hickory tree;\\nAnd the reason that we say it.\\nAnd why its praises sing.\\nIs a short and simple story\\nThat begins with budding spring.\\nFor, as soon as all its branches\\nAre clothed in leaflets green.\\nThe old folks and the children\\nBeneath that tree are seen\\n[35]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "And from the early morning\\nTill the closing in of night\\nThro the longest days of summer\\nThe family there delight.\\nThe children take their play-things,\\nThe old-folks take their books,\\nTheir papers, and their sewing\\nAnd seek the shady nooks\\nThen there s many a pleasant pastime,\\nAnd many a happy smile\\nThat mingle with the moments\\nAnd the busy hours beguile.\\nThere are thoughts and words and actions\\nThat have pleased perchance have pained-\\nThat will live, and linger with us.\\nWhen the summer days have waned;\\nThere are idle freaks and fancies.\\nAnd thoughts of graver kind,\\nThere are dreamy, mystic musings\\nThat entrance both heart and mind.\\nThere s a voice, apart from others.\\nThat has thrilled us thro and thro\\nAnd upon its sounds we linger,\\nAs the truest of the true\\nThere s a face that oft has brightened\\nSome of the longest days\\nAnd memory marks its presence\\nAs the summer s fondest phase.\\n[36]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "So the scars upon that Hickory\\nAnd its branches thick and wide\\nAre filled with recollections\\nClosely clustered side by side;\\nAnd, as the evening shadows\\nIn dark array descend,\\nTis with regretful feelings\\nOur way we houseward wend.\\nSo we tell our little story.\\nWhich is true, as true can be,\\nAnd we ll love and laud forever\\nThat dear old Hickory Tree.\\nLIFE.\\nThis life is but a checkered span\\nOf days, and months and years.\\nAnd some are stamped with sweetest joys.\\nWhile some are stained with tears.\\nBut do not think the grief is more.\\nAnd that the joys are few;\\nFor, when the worth of each is weighed.\\nThe best will be for you.\\nThen, look ye all beyond the gloom\\nWhere ever shines the sun.\\nAnd Hope and Love will lighten life\\nTill joy immortal s won.\\n[37]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "A PLEA.\\nI have watched the children playing\\nWith their countless odds and ends,\\nSuch as children glean together\\nIn their mystic little dens\\nI have watched their mute emotions,\\nEver changing with ihe hours,\\nAnd find they have their heartaches\\nThe same as we have ours.\\nI have seen their frightened faces\\nWhen a glorious Golden-hair,\\nFrom out the dolly kingdom\\nHas died and gone back there;\\nI have heard their sighs and heart-sobs\\nWhen they realized the blow\\nThen isn t dolly s death to them\\nJust as a mother s woe?\\nYet we smile upon their folly,\\nOr chide them for their grief,\\nLittle thinking of their anguish\\nThat their feelings need relief\\nNever heeding, never halting\\nTo reck that childhood s heart,\\nOf all that s good in nature.\\nIs the best, the purest part.\\nBut can you not remember.\\nIn the days of long ago.\\nOf just such crushing sorrow\\nAs these little darlings know?\\n[38]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "And for days and days together,\\nHave mourned some thing of play\\nAnd wondered that your elders\\nShould not your grief allay.\\nDo you think because it s childhood\\nAnd childhood s heart is light,\\nThat these ceaseless little crosses\\nCannot their beings blight?\\nOh! hear that soulful sobbing,\\nAnd see those tearful showers\\nAh children have their heartaches\\nThe same as we have ours.\\nThen soothe that childish sorrow.\\nAnd smooth the throbbing head.\\nE en as tho it were a mother\\nWhen mourning o er her dead\\nAnd the little heart will thank you\\nIn the years that are to be\\nAye, remember that the children\\nHave heartaches just as we.\\nA THOUGHT.\\nThe years forever come and go\\nWithout our least volition.\\nThe summer s sun, the winter s snow,\\nComes on its rightful mission;\\n[39]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "All nature passes ever on\\nWith changes strange and stranger,\\nWhile man, alone, of all that s done,\\nFeels any dread or danger.\\nTo him each rapid-rolling year\\nIs much of Time s great measure.\\nAnd marked sometimes by bitter tear,\\nAnd, sometimes, by sweet pleasure;\\nBut each sun brings the solemn thought\\nThat grows and grows still graver\\nThis life is leading on to naught.\\nOr, nearer in God s favor.\\nThen, is there need of any aim,\\nOr any vast endeavor.\\nThat adds not to our Future fame.\\nOr fits us for the Ever?\\nEach year there s much to be undone.\\nAnd much to be forgiven;\\nBut, still we trust the years each one\\nWill leave us nearer Heaven.\\nDEATH AND DAWN.\\nList the midnight strokes are pealing,\\nO er the slumbering senses stealing,\\nRousing every dreamy feeling\\nBy the truth their tones unfold\\n[40]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Faint these tones fall on the kneeling,\\nAll their mournful woes revealing,\\nWhile in gloom, the grave they re sealing\\nOf the year that now is old.\\nHark the midnight chimes are ringing.\\nJoyous hours anew are bringing,\\nHappy voices soft are singing\\nTo the New Year s silent tread;\\nHearts to new-found hopes are clinging,\\nTime his onward course is winging\\nAnd his scythe is shrilly ringing\\nFor the year that now is Dead.\\nStrokes and chimes are vainly vying.\\nAs the moments swift are flying;\\nTolling for the cycle dying,\\nRinging for the fair one s dawn\\nHour on hour the New is nighing\\nWhile the Old is lowly lying,\\nAnd the wind is sadly sighing\\nFor the Year forever gone.\\nFAMILIAR FACES.\\nDid you ever know the feeling, after being far away\\nFrom the circle of your child-life for many a wintry day.\\nWhen the old, time-honored places softly, slowly merged in\\nview.\\nAnd the memories of the by-gone arose all fresh and new?\\n[41]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "Oh, the thrilHng of the pulses and the throbbing of the heart\\nAs the dear, famihar faces before the vision start\\nThere s a silent, soulful welcome at the pressure of each\\nhand,\\nAnd a casting ofif of care-thoughts amidst the smiling band.\\nAnd with each face arises some picture, fresh and fair,\\nSome hour of peaceful pleasure, some half-forgotten air\\nThat steals upon the heart-strings with tender, twofold\\ngrace,\\nTill fresh life, and hope, and fancy is renewed from every\\nface\\nYet, scarcely without knowing, the joyous feelings fade,\\nAnd the sunshine of the meeting seems merging into shade\\nFor we mark the many changes the days and years have\\nwrought\\nHere care has touched a furrow, there fancy turned to\\nthought.\\nAnd we say, O, great Time Wonder, can it ever truly be\\nThat these kind, familiar faces will pass away from me\\nThat some day, when wending homeward, with a light and\\nhappy air.\\nThey will say, Your dearest heart-mates are now no longer\\nthere?\\nWill strange faces stare upon us where the old were wont\\nto beam\\nAll that we hold as sacred be but a soulless dream\\nBut we turn away in tremor, as sorrow dims our sight,\\nAnd wail, Oh, woe-thoughts vanish Avaunt, ye shades\\nof night!\\n[42]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Let the future hold the future we will our fate abide\\nOh, leave us with our loved ones the faithful, true and\\ntried\\nSo lovingly we linger, with the dreams of to-day.\\nAnd the fond, familiar faces that brightly bless our stay.\\nA CHRISTMAS GREETING.\\nWe welcome you, O, Christmas old.\\nWith all your strange-wrought store,\\nAnd, tho your greetings are untold,\\nWe ll greet you one time more.\\nAnd know you find a happy heart\\nNeath each familiar face,\\nAnd that your coming is a part\\nOf every home-like place.\\nAnd know each little girl and boy\\nAnd e en the babies, too\\nHave looked with longing and with joy.\\nOld Christmas, dear, for you.\\nAnd now that you are come at last.\\nAnd brightest pleasures bring,\\nWe hide our heartaches in the past\\nAnd with the gayest sing.\\nWe look on every side, and see\\nThe happy, glad and gay;\\nThere, gathered round a Christmas tree\\nAnd here, at childish play\\n[43]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "With tokens there of right good will,\\nAnd here of peace and love,\\nTill Hope seems every heart to fill\\nWith bliss from realms above.\\nAnd, while we meet in happy bands,\\nShould we forget the poor\\nWho live on life s deserted strands,\\nAnd beg from door to door?\\nWho never knew earth s kind caress,\\nNaught but her sobs and sighs.\\nAnd feel that in forgetfulness\\nTheir only comfort lies.\\nThen, O ye friends of poverty.\\nAnd ye, who scorn the poor,\\nBe merciful, we beg of thee.\\nTo those without your door\\nAnd give from out your cosy nooks\\nTo those of many trials,\\nAnd change their heartless, hopeless looks\\nTo grateful, gladsome smiles.\\nAnd then your Christmas tree will be\\nAs it was first begun\\nA peaceful, merry-making time.\\nWith weal for every one.\\nA loving link between the years\\nA loving link that ties\\nTwo lives one of earth s trials and tears,\\nAnd one of Paradise\\n[44]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "AT SUNSET.\\nThe green and the gold were commingled,\\nAs daylight was dropping to sleep,\\nAnd the moon, from her curtain of azure,\\nWas just beginning to peep.\\nI sighed for my hopes were all fading.\\nAs faded the hues of the day.\\nAnd I felt my golden-crowned fancies\\nWere rapidly ebbing away.\\nAs glided the pomp and the purple\\nAway from the wings of the West,\\nI felt all the gladness was gliding\\nFar out from my love-laden breast.\\nAnd I cried Hope buildeth a castle\\nAnd crowns it with glitter and gold,\\nThen leadeth us on to the fancy\\nThat Happiness lies in its hold;\\nTill we rush, in the blind of the splendor.\\nTo gather of fortunes so fair\\nWhen truth, in our triumph betrays us.\\nAnd mockingly whispers Not there.\\nWere you ever, O reader, just ready\\nTo clasp a loved object to heart.\\nYet ere you could vent your emotion.\\nFate forced you completely apart?\\n[45]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "One word and the warp of the Future\\nIs wholly and hastily changed;\\nOne smile and the woof is unwoven,\\nAnd the Past from the Present estranged.\\nOne look and the love of a lifetime\\nIs gone, ever gone from our grasp,\\nAnd thro the long years that may follow,\\nCan never come back to our clasp.\\nSo with love so with life tis all empty.\\nAs empty as summer s soft sigh,\\nAnd changeful as hues of the sunset.\\nThat dazzle a moment -then die.\\nTHE FEAST OF ROSES.\\nI stepp d from the earth into Eden,\\nAn Eden of beauty and bloom,\\nThat was laden and lighted with roses\\nIn all their delicious perfume.\\nThere were snow-white and pearl-white and creamy,\\nCanary and yellow and gold.\\nAnd luscious pink shaded to crimson,\\nGreat red ones just ripe to unfold.\\nThere were shades from each cloud of the sunset.\\nAnd tints that were countless as time.\\nAll glowing and gleaming together\\nAnd touched by a halo sublime.\\n[46]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Twas a picture to gladden and gloat on\\nA picture to hold one enchain d.\\nAnd I linger d and look d on its splendors\\nTill the last of the west-Hght had waned.\\nO roses, the lilies must love you,\\nAnd you must love them, as we know,\\nBut lily and lilac and jasmine\\nGrow faint in the heat of your glow\\nAnd now I have pluck d you, O roses.\\nAnd closely, and tenderly twine\\nYour tendrils about all my heart-strings,\\nAnd know that your beauty s all mine.\\nAnd I would that I thus could hold always\\nFresh roses pressed unto my heart.\\nLet their brightness pass into my being\\nTo life lend a beautiful part\\nFor I feel that the light from the flower-world\\nHas a harmony all of its own.\\nThat is graciously given to gladden\\nThe souls that e er silently moan.\\nThen linger, O rest-giving roses.\\nAnd breathe on my tired, aching brow.\\nAnd lighten this load on my heart-strings,\\nThat s never been lighter till now;\\nAnd ril chant your fond praises forever.\\nAnd bless you again and again.\\nFor your sympathy sweet, tho unspoken.\\nThat has driven away all the pain.\\n[47]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "WAITING.\\nWaiting and waiting and waiting\\nWhat a lonely word is await!\\nTis the herald of many a heart-break,\\nTis the soul-sob of many a fate.\\nI have learned its measureless meaning,\\nI have learned its sorrowful sound\\nFrom hearing it over and over,\\nAs the hour-wheels go on around.\\nThere s an aching deep in the heart-depths,\\nThere s an anguish ne er can be known\\nFor the bitterest tears of a lifetime\\nAre shed in the silence alone.\\nAnd over and over is echoed\\nThe sorrowful, sad refrain\\nYou re waiting and waiting and waiting-\\nYet ever you re waiting in vain.\\nO, why should the soul cry in sorrow.\\nAnd why should the heart almost break\\nBecause of the love of one being,\\nAnd for only one being s sake?\\nTis strange that the world is all darkened\\nIf the light of that love fails to beam\\nTis strange that we mortals are mastered\\nForever, by one life supreme.\\n[48]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Yet waiting and waiting and waiting\\nThe plaintive soul echoes repeat,\\nTill the heart is a-weary of waiting\\nAnd ceases to bear and to beat.\\nCHILDHOOD S LAUGH.\\nYou may talk of the beautiful songsters that sing\\nThro the soft hours of summer, and the bright days of\\nspring;\\nBut there s nothing so sweet to my hearing, by half,\\nAs nature s own music in childhood s light laugh.\\nI sometimes have felt in the gloomiest mood.\\nAnd over my sorrows would bother and brood,\\nAnd just as I thought to give way to despair\\nA ripple of laughter broke forth on the air.\\nThe laugh is contagious the sweet little elf\\nAnd, before I quite know it am laughing myself;\\nThis, the golden elixir of gladness, we quafif;\\nFor there s nothing so merry as childhood s light laugh.\\nAnd the gloom has all vanished in vapor and mist,\\nAs the clouds by the sunshine when suddenly kissed,\\nAnd I listen as one who of Heaven feels half,\\nTo the rippling music of childhood s light laugh.\\nO, friends, have not you felt the same glad effect,\\nWhen the trials of the household have happiness wrecked?\\n4 [49]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "When the day-griefs kept growing and seemed yoii were\\nwhere\\nYour burdens were greater than you could well bear?\\nThere s a charm in this child laugh that s known by no word,\\nThere s a faith-giving feeling from stillness is stirred,\\nNew life seems to enter where Hope had just died,\\nAnd Content comes unbidden to be and abide;\\nOur house-cares are softened, our heart-cares just half;\\nFor there s nothing so cheering as childhood s light laugh.\\nA PICTURE OF THE PAST.\\nSlowly the raindrops are damping\\nDam.ping the deep, sombre dust.\\nAnd slowly a sweet, solemn picture\\nLooms out of its frame work of rust.\\nAh long has it silently slumbered.\\nLong in a heart s recess lain.\\nYet now it comes forth in its freshness\\nAt the sound of the siimmer rain.\\nTis mantled with mattings of ivy,\\nTis shaded and sheltered by pines,\\nTis circled by wild-waving flowerets.\\nAnd the sunlight of love it enshrines.\\nA cozy, white cot in the wild-wood,\\nAway in a sweet, Southern dell,\\nMid the musical murmur of waters\\nThis the scene of the picture I tell.\\n[50]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "And the lines of that picture still deepen,\\nStill broader and brighter they grow,\\nAs, again in the heart of my child-home,\\nI dream in the sunset s faint glow.\\nAnd listen, as voices of loved ones\\nAre chanting the dirge of the day,\\nTill the sweet, sad strains of the music\\nSeem stealing my senses away.\\nAnd I see the bright circle unbroken\\nAll linked as together it grew\\nAnd I feel the fair walls of that cottage\\nHold all that I ever held true;\\nThe hearts that with mine ever throbbing,\\nThe forms most sacred and dear.\\nThe faces so fond and familiar\\nIn the picture are all living here.\\nTheir eyes unto mine softly speaking,\\nA sweet thrill of pleasure I feel\\nAs, in the blest days of the by-gone,\\nWhen all of this pleasure was real.\\nBut, one after one, they have left me\\nAs roses they wither and go\\nFor, one after one, still they leave me\\nTo the chills of a winter of woe.\\nSo the picture grows fainter and fainter.\\nThe breezes are dying away.\\nAnd my soul wakes up to its sorrow\\nAnd wearily sighs at its stay.\\n[51]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "So waiting and longing and looking\\nThe Past chants a low refrain,\\nWhile slowly the faces are passing,\\nAs passes the sound of the rain.\\nAll are gone yet lonely I languish,\\nAnd wail in my heart-broken pain,\\nOh in that strange future before us\\nWill the loved and the lost meet again\\nSOUL COMMUNION.\\nFar away in the West is a loved one\\nWhose spirit, my spirit, controls\\nYet, the only communion between us\\nIs the silent communion of souls.\\nAnd that strangely intangible something\\nThat is felt, but is never explained\\nSwiftly bridges the distance between us\\nAnd holds us forever enchained.\\nIt seemeth at times we re together.\\nOr, almost together it seems\\nBut I find, when I waken and wonder,\\nWe are only together in dreams.\\nYet, into this rapturous dream-land.\\nWhere reigneth the soul-life supreme.\\nOur conflicts and cares are unburdened\\nAnd lost in Oblivion s stream.\\n[52 1", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "And heart unto heart seemeth throbbing,\\nAnd thought softly echoeth thought\\nTill, in the deep hush of th heart-realm\\nOur souls in communion are brought.\\nAnd this the lone secret of loving.\\nThat s hidden for many a day;\\nWhen beings are once truly wedded,\\nThey re wedded forever and aye.\\nThey meet, and their lives merge together\\nIn sacred and tenderest trust.\\nAnd th feeling grows stronger and deeper\\nTill both are commingled in dust.\\nAnd, in that most holy Hereafter,\\nWhere th tide of Eternity rolls.\\nThere ll be a vast meeting of heart-mates\\nAnd a ceaseless communion of souls.\\nWOMAN.\\nWhat fills the heart with purest joy?\\nWhat life s dark hours beguile,\\nAnd all our griefs and groans alloy?\\nTis woman s tender smile.\\nWhat calms the dying felon s fears\\nWhat soothes his heart s quick beat\\nAnd floods his soul with hopeful tears\\nTis woman s accents sweet.\\n[53]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "What, tho perchance she sometimes err,\\nSome hearts with sorrow fill\\nYet, gems that are or gems that were,\\nA woman s purest still.\\nTHE ANGEL OF THE GRAY.\\n(Read at the Winnie Davis Memorial of the U. D. C.)\\nWe meet to mourn the missing one\\nWho s crossed the mystic way.\\nAnd sleeps beside her chieftain sire\\nThe Daughter of the Gray.\\nWe grieve for her so early gone\\nLight of our Southern land.\\nThe idol of each soldier heart,\\nQueen of each veteran band.\\nA mind was hers of spotless mould,\\nA heart e er true and warm.\\nAnd every grace of womanhood\\nMet in her peerless form.\\nA father s comfort through his cares,\\nA mother s steadfast stay,\\nA loyal daughter of. the Cause,\\nAnd each Confederate Gray.\\n[54]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "1\\nfi\\n1\\nW 1\\n1\\nB i\\nWj -nt\\n1\\nUk\\nykmju\\n1\\ny^M\\n1\\n^V\\n^H\\n1\\n9b|^\\nThh Angel of the Gray.\\nCopy of the Monument to Miss Winnie Davis in Hollywood Cemetery,\\nRichmond, Va.", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "Strange that a life by all beloved\\nSo soon should fade away\\nBut such was God s mysterious will\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nO Angel, of the Gray.\\nWe mourn this scion of the South,\\nAs none but Southrons mourn\\nYet something whispers, from above-\\nAll losses may be borne.\\nAnd long as throbs a woman s heart,\\nAnd long as manhood reigns,\\nO Angel! of the sorrowed South,\\nThy mem.ory there remains.\\nFor still thy countless Christlike deeds\\nVv^ill lume the darkest day\\nAnd cheer each saddened Southern soul-\\nO Angel of the Gray\\nTHE SONG OF THE FALLING LEAVES.\\nWe sing you a song, said the Leaflets,\\nAglow with their crimson and gold,\\nWe swirl and we sing.\\nAs the birdlings awing.\\nAnd we sing and we sing\\nAs we fall to our rustling fold.\\n55", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "We sing of the great Heart of Nature\\nThat keepeth a corner for all;\\nFor the least little leaf\\nWhen given to grief\\nFinds relief, O relief\\nIn that mother-heart open to all.\\nWe sing of the great Soul of Nature\\nWho turns where the tiniest lie,\\nAnd watcheth their ways\\nThro the disk of their days\\nSo we praise, O we praise,\\nWith our whole little hearts, O ye High.\\nWe sing of the great Law of Nature\\nThe fairest and firmest must fade\\nThat here, as we rest\\nOn our mother-earth s breast\\nIt is best, O tis best\\nThat together at last all are laid.\\nStill singing the leaves of September\\nAglow with the gleams of the West\\nAnd O, if mankind,\\nWith his masterful mind.\\nSuch sweet faith could find,\\nHe, too, would believe all is best.\\n[56]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE STRONGEST BOND OF ALL.\\nTis not the cut of the critic,\\nNor curse of the coward knave,\\nNor thrust of the soul-assassin,\\nThat conquers the strong and brave\\nTis not the goad of aggression\\nThat sways and subdues the rude\\nAbusive speech\\nNe er yet did reach\\nThe heart of the muhitude.\\nTis not the clashing of storm-clouds\\nThat opes the sweets of the flower,\\nBut the siJent strength of the sunbeam\\nThat blossoms, in wealth, the bower\\nThe fervor and force of true manhood\\nWill make the many to quail,\\nAnd sympathy\\nOf great degree\\nWill win, where fury will fail.\\nOf ties, whether self-sought or social.\\nBetween man and his fellow-man.\\nThose born of the heart s best feeling\\nAre the only to count on we can\\nAnd of binding and breakless bondage\\nThat holds, tho we rise or fall\\nThat wisely wove\\nBy hands of love\\nIs the strongest bond of all.\\n[57]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "THE GIFT OF MISTLETOE.\\nThro its leaves all green and gleaming,\\nThro its waxen white,\\nThro its mingled mass of branches\\nIllumined with lasting light,\\nFrom the wildish woodland odor,\\nFrom the twist of twining vine.\\nThro every thought\\nIt silent brought\\nYour nature spoke to mine.\\nThro the wealth of golden wishes\\nThat round it were entwined\\nThro the fervor of the friendship\\nThat in it lay enshrined.\\nThro every twig and tendril\\nThat responsive chords awoke\\nAnd set aglow\\nThe heart s faint flow\\nTo mine your nature spoke.\\nSo that gift with gladness gleaming\\nBright phantasy of Fate\\nBrought the rarer hope and heart-joy\\nThat aid and elevate\\nAnd thro each branch and berry.\\nThat breathed of life divine,\\nIn sweetest word\\nThat soul e er stirred.\\nYour nature spoke to mine.\\n[58]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "LA FRANCE ROSES.\\nTO N. E.\\nOnly a handful of flowers,\\nOnly some roses rare,\\nOnly a thought\\nFrom a friend they brought.\\nYet healing for hurts was there.\\nOnly some petals of pink\\nFlushed with the love of morn.\\nYet they came in my need\\nAnd planted the seed\\nOf flowers, in place of a thorn.\\nBore they a sweet woman-wish.\\nWore they a sweet woman-touch,\\nHow little to some\\nThese messengers dumb.\\nAnd yet, oh, to me, how much\\nO, heed to the little glad rose,\\nO, heed to the hope-empty hearts\\nFor the small, to one.\\nIs another s sun,\\nAnd light all the day imparts.\\n[59]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "THE TRAMPLED ROSE.\\nIt lay with its little face downward,\\nA-weeping just like a hurt child;\\nO, poor little rose,\\nO, pretty pink rose,\\nCome, tell me your sorrow so wild.\\nI picked up the pink bit of blossom\\nAnd held it quite close to my heart,\\nFor oh its distress\\nBore a human likeness,\\nAnd comfort I plead to impart.\\nAye, some one had trampled and trod it.\\nJust as methought had been done.\\nSo, poor little thing.\\nIt wept from the sting\\nOf the step of the earless one.\\nO, pitiful, pinched little rose-face.\\nSo beauteous, helpless and bowed.\\nYou were worn to-day\\nThen, oh cast away\\nAnd crushed by the cruel crowd.\\nRight tenderly then I caressed it,\\nAs gave back it priceless perfume\\nAh woeful, wee rose,\\nO, tear-bedewed rose.\\nYou discover humanity s doom.\\n[60]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "Tis the pleasure of some to crush heart Hves,\\nTo trample wherever they tread\\nSo, poor little rose,\\nO, little limp rose.\\nYou re but one of the trampled dead.\\nCONSIDER!\\nShe sat in her own little corner,\\nA-working there, day after day.\\nFor the dear ones, all hungry and helpless\\nBut for her their stronghold and stay.\\nAnd fast flew her hands, and still faster\\nCompelled by a love great and true\\nAs though if they flew\\nThe creeping night through\\nThey never enough, quite, could do.\\nSo watched I the toiling, tired fingers,\\nAnd looked in the deep, tender eyes.\\nAnd probed to the heart of the plodder.\\nAnd read there a heart s sacrifice.\\nThen methought, this is one of God s martyrs,\\nWho is known, yet is wholly unknown.\\nIt is known of her deeds.\\nBut not of her needs.\\nNor the heart-struggles fought out alone.\\n[61]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "And methought of the brave little women\\nWho shoulder far more than their share,\\nAnd how few of our light-hearted worldlings\\nHave for them a thought or a care\\nAnd how needless are some of the burdens\\nThat daily they re called on to bear.\\nSo you, who would heap up their heart-load,\\nO, give them a blessing instead.\\nAnd give them the best\\nOf your own cheerfulness\\nConsider the winners of bread.\\nTHE PLENTITUDE OF TIME.\\nI read of strangest stories\\nVast centuries ago.\\nAnd ponder, while perusing.\\nIf all that s said is so\\nIf dauntless deeds of valor,\\nIf miracles of mind,\\nIf endless charmed achievements\\nWere wondrous as we find.\\nAnd the novel in my nature.\\nAnd the love of mystic lore,\\nThe ready, inborn reverence\\nFor aught that s lived before.\\nCall to me to accept them\\nAs rare reality\\nYet, fact fore er refuting,\\nTurns dreams to travesty.\\n[62]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Which proveth well the proverb\\nThat time doth soften all\\nThat s grievous and regretful\\nOn. this earth-branded ball,\\nAnd that the myriad sunsets\\nCombine their glint and glow,\\nAnd o er the ills of ages\\nA glorious glamor throw.\\nSo I wonder if the actions\\nOf this prosaic time,\\nWill some age be the subject\\nOf ravishing young rhyme\\nAnd if our dull demeanor\\nSome distant day will be\\nThe theme of sage and songster,\\nFor grace and chivalry\\nAye, time may thus depicture.\\nMy friend, both you and me.\\nFOR THE SAKE OF YOU.\\nAll day I seek\\nWith spirit meek\\nSomething good to do;\\nAll day I strive\\nKeep hope alive\\nJust for the sake of you.\\n[63]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "Thro night I plan\\nHow best I can\\nBe brave and strong and true,\\nAnd e er aspire\\nTo something higher\\nAll for the sake of you.\\nHow oft sweet thought\\nAnd content is brought\\nThro little love-deeds we do,\\nSo while I live\\nMy best I ll give\\nAll for the sake of you.\\nFrom morn to morn\\nFresh hope is born,\\nAnd comfort cometh anew\\nBeyond the blue strand\\nA heavenly hand\\nLeads for the sake of you.\\nTHE LOVE SONG OF THE LEAyES.\\nHow rich and brown and glist ning!\\nWhat a song my fancy weaves\\nWhile listening, softly list ning.\\nTo the rustling of the leaves.\\n[64]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "How my heart, in happy concord,\\nEvery nameless note receives.\\nAnd my soul is lifted upward\\nBy the rustling of the leaves.\\nTis the heart-song of October\\nThat each loving leaf enweaves,\\nAnd there s music, always music\\nIn the rustling of the leaves.\\nIF ALL WERE LIKE YOU.\\nIf all were like you\\nHow different twould be\\nThro all of life s hardships and heartaches for me\\nHow often a blessing instead of a blame.\\nHow faith-strong all friendships instead of but name-\\nIf all were like you.\\nIf all were like you\\nEvery discord would cease\\nAnd heart speak to heart in the accents of peace\\nThe energies wasted in turmoil and strife\\nWould aid in approaching a higher heart-life\\nIf all were Hke you.\\nIf all were like you\\nHow blest were mankind\\nFor the best of each being you search for and find.\\nThe highest life-standard you reach for and raise\\nTill joys rare, refreshing e er follow your ways\\nO, if all were like you\\n5 65", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "SIDNEY LANIER.\\nHis every thought was poetry\\nWord-pictures chaste and masterly;\\nHis every heart-throb was some note\\nThat thrilled as from a mock-bird s throat,\\nAnd so together, mind and heart,\\nGave to the world the greatest art.\\nRefinement, culture, learning rare\\nWere equally our poet s share;\\nIn all things in the world of art\\nHe formed a whole and perfect part\\nHis life was much set to rhyme\\nThe mock-bird of our Southern clime.\\nHis soul in Sunrise soared on wings\\nThat floated thro ethereal things.\\nAnd on where dwelleth Hosts divine,\\nE en where the Son himself doth shine;\\nYet, as he sang this strange soul-song.\\nDeath crept all stealthily along.\\nTranslating Genius, Music, Love,\\nUnto that bright art-bliss above.\\nMISUNDERSTOOD.\\nI feel so lost and lonely\\nAn isolated heart,\\nWith no one ever near me\\nTo sympathy impart;\\n[66]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "With myriads all around me,\\nStill none to draw anigh\\nIn pity or compassion\\nWhen my vanquished soul doth cry.\\nAm I not Nature s offspring\\nE en just the same as they\\nAnd have I not the longings\\nAnd love, that others may?\\nThen, why this sad estrangement\\nAnd why mistaken still\\nBy every heart around me\\nE en those whose lives I fill?\\nPerchance I do repel them\\nBut if they only knew\\nHow my hungry heart doth call them\\nI think they d love me too;\\nAnd, perhaps, they would discover\\nWhere now a fault they find\\nSomewhat of good abiding\\nWithin this heart and mind.\\nWe cannot change the natures\\nThus cast upon our care.\\nThen O, why not more mercy\\nShown as our daily share\\nBut I know I must go onward.\\nMistaken by each one\\nAn isolated being\\nTill my soul, with time, is done.\\n[67]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "A fate it is of sorrow^,\\nAnd full of burdens sore\\nThat seem each day more heavy\\nThan they were the day before\\nAnd still I bear in silence,\\nOf life this bitter part,\\nWhile day by day Fm dying\\nOf just an aching heart.\\nNO ONE COMES HOME TO ME.\\nI sit in the still autumn evening,\\nAs th night shades are drawing anigh.\\nAnd with a dull, heart-faint feeling\\nI gaze on the passers-by:\\nAll lonely I look thro the shadows\\nAs lonely as life can be\\nFor each one has some face to look for.\\nBut no one comes home to me.\\nI know there are heart-happy faces\\nThat eagerly watch all aglow\\nAwaiting the steps of some loved one,\\nSome form that they fondly know\\nI list to the hurrying footsteps,\\nBut none bring a thrill to me\\nFor, from all the plenty of passers.\\nNo one comes home to me.\\n[68]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "My heart fills up with emotions\\nFull many and strange to tell,\\nTill, -like all woe-stricken women.\\nThe tears to my eyelids wxll;\\nAnd wonder if others are ever\\nAs lonely and heart-sick as I,\\nAnd if, thro the shades and the silence\\nTheir hearts ever hungrily cry.\\nWith no one to share in my sorrows.\\nNo one my efforts to share.\\nAlways alone, thro the shadows,\\nThe burden of life to bear\\nYet see I hearts all around me\\nE er gladsome and full of glee\\nAye, each one has some face to look for,\\nBut no one comes home to me.\\nI question if life s worth the living\\nWithout a companion a heart\\nThat responds to our every emotion\\nAnd forms of our fibre a part\\nThe soul s constant call is for kinship\\nOf close and divinest degree\\nThe many may pluck and possess it;\\nBut no one comes home to me.\\nAll helpless and hopeless I ponder\\nTill dreary and dazed is my brain.\\nTill the shadows grow thicker and thicker\\nAnd close me within all my pain;\\n[69]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "So I turn in sorrow around me,\\nAs far as the eye can see,\\nAnd each one has some face to look for.\\nStill no one comes home to me.\\nSOME ONE COMES HOME TO ME.\\nMy heart is so light and so loveful\\nI scarcely know what I m to do,\\nI sing-, and I smile, and I listen.\\nAnd wonder if it can be true\\nThen look thro the shimmering twilight.\\nAs happy as heart can be,\\nFor, mine is the soul-thrilling message\\nThat some one comes home to me.\\nAfter all of this heartache and waiting\\nAm I, too, to know what is joy,\\nTo know what is living and loving.\\nWith never the least of alloy\\nAre all the unutterable longings\\nFor something diviner, to be?\\nAye, every tear will be answered\\nWhen some one comes home to me.\\nAre the oft -dreamed dreams of a lifetime\\nAt last to be wholly fulfilled.\\nAnd mine the rich peace and the promise\\nJust as I so often have willed?\\n[70]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "It scarce seems atrue, O my Master,\\nThat all these rich blessings can be\\nA part of my portion; yet wiU they\\nWhen some one comes home to me.\\nSo, cast I aside every heart-care\\nAnd bury all sorrow from sight\\nHow could I have ever been hopeless.\\nWhen I am so happy to-night?\\nMy soul reaches out through the silence,\\nAs light as a song-bird and free\\nIt will be only one flight from Heaven\\nWhen some one comes home to me.\\nA halo of joy rests around me\\nAnd veils all the world from my view,\\nA rapture has folded me inward\\nA rapture that cometh to few\\nBut words have all vanished far from me\\nThe heart is too full for I see\\nA face through the flush of the twilight\\nAye, some one comes home to me.\\nEVER KIND.\\nTwas whisper d softly at the door\\nOf Heaven s ethereal span,\\nAnd angels, swift the message bore\\nUnto the heart of man;\\n71", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "Then stamp d it deep upon the wall,\\nAnd round the portal twin d\\nTho sorrow all thy soul enthrall,\\nOh, be ye ever kind!\\nIn daily thought and word and deed,\\nNo matter what befall,\\nNo matter where it seems to lead\\nTis best be kind to all.\\nHOPE.\\nHow sweet the feeling that enshrouds the heart\\nWhene er doth softly fall the voice of Hope\\nWhether upon some stormy foam-beat shore,\\nOr on the desert s fiery fields of sand,\\nOr mong the wastes of Afric s howling wilds\\nNor matters it where touch ye earth s conlnes,\\nThis ever-soothing thrill of human hearts\\nThis whispering Hope will smooth the rugged pathway\\nCrushed it cannot be, though Disappointment, grim,\\nTry all his wiles to mutely mangle\\nYet under sorrow sore and affliction stern\\nIt rises, and in sweetest, softest tones\\nAsserts a dignity and power great.\\nThat doth withstand grief s wildest accents.\\nHow oft, when fast are falling sorrow s tears\\nIs heard the voice of deep Despair exclaim\\n[72]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "All hope is dead within my soul, and naught\\nRemains to me save moans for evermore.\\nBut human hearts cannot thus always grieve\\nFor soon doth Hope, with murmured, winsome wirds\\nCome to that soul all wrapped in grief s strong chains,\\nAnd tenderly, in tones that none resist, doth say\\nSmile through thy tears, O troubled one, I m with thee.\\nHOPELESS.\\nLonely I ve watched and waited\\nWaited and watched all the eve.\\nPatiently watched for thy coming,\\nMy fond, fainting heart to relieve\\nFor it s been throbbing and bounding\\nWith hope all the long, listless day\\nWith th hope my darling was coming.\\nIts throbbing and pains to allay.\\nBut slowly the darksome has gathered\\nAnd veiled the broad world from my sight,\\nAnd lonely I sit by my window\\nAll lonely and heart-sick to-night.\\nAnd as I thus sadly am waiting\\nI fancy the sound of thy steps.\\nBut it turns to a torturing phantom\\nAnd I weep as I ne er have wept.\\n[73]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "The stars faintly gleam in the distance\\nAnd quiver and sink from my sight,\\nYet still my lone vigil I m keeping\\nThro the wide-wasting depths of the night\\nAll hope slowly dies in my bosom,\\nAnd drives from my soul all the light\\nBut you ne er can know, O my darling,\\nThe misery and moans of to-night.\\nHOPEFUL.\\nOh why do the hours seem so distant.\\nAnd, why do they rest on the way.\\nWhen I am so weary of watching\\nWatching the wheels of the day?\\nFor, as they keep turning, and turning\\nWith slow and majestical pace,\\nI know they bring nearer and nearer\\nThe hour of my joy of my grace.\\nAnd so, as Time slowly moves onward,\\nWide scatt ring his woes and his wiles,\\nTo me, in this round of his cycle.\\nBrings naught but his songs and his smiles\\nAnd I fancy the words of the music\\nRe-echo the hopes of my heart.\\nWhile the smiles upon his worn visage\\nNew hopes, mid its doubtings, impart.\\n[74]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "Then, why should I ever feel mournful,\\nAnd why should I ever repine.\\nSince Time kindly spares from his measure\\nSo many sweet moments for mine?\\nFor I float on a beautiful cloud-sea\\nWithout any effort of will\\nHow strange that the love for one being\\nThe soul with such rapture should fill\\nTRUSTING.\\nI have ceased to hope your coming,\\nAnd my heart has ceased to beat\\nWith wildly rapturous feelings\\nAt the tread of distant feet\\nFor the rustic latch is silent.\\nAnd the gravel gives no sound,\\nAs in the blissful by-gone\\nWhen love our life-chords bound.\\nYet there s something softly whispers,\\nYou will, must come again,\\nThat all those hours of rapture\\nWe ll live anew, as then\\nThat this life to you is mournful\\nWithout your one soul-mate\\nSo, in your truth Fm trusting\\nAs I daily watch and wait.\\n[75]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "And they tell me your are coming,\\nThat your form is at the door\\nOh my heart with joy is throbbing-\\nThe joy for me in store\\nAnd now I hear your footsteps\\nAlong the sounding hall,\\nAnd now I see my darling,\\nMy love, my life, my all\\nANTICIPATION.\\nIn the future straight before me\\nLooms a high and holy light.\\nThat doth daily draw me onward\\nTo its shrine of soul-delight\\nSo each thought and each emotion\\nThereward tends to meet its mate.\\nAnd each chord and throbbing heart-string\\nFor a master-touch doth wait.\\nThere the mind seeks counter-matter,\\nHeart the heart, and soul the soul,\\nSo my life, within the circle\\nOf another life doth roll\\nBut a doubt oft wrings my heart-strings\\nWhen that sacred light I see\\nWill the future find me worthy\\nOf the life that lives for me?\\n76", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "UNREQUITED LOVE.\\nOh how dreary all seems round me,\\nAnd how dark is all within\\nSorrow in her web hath wound me\\nWound me fast, and still doth spin.\\nStill she weaves with wasted fingers\\nRound my heart the woes of years\\nIn the warp a great sigh lingers\\nWhile the woof is stained with tears.\\nWhy this clinging shroud of sadness?\\nTis the Future doth await\\nCeaseless grief, or ceaseless gladness\\nIn the answer to its fate.\\nSlow and sadly have I pondered\\nO er the Present, o er the Past,\\nAnd my earnest thoughts have wandered\\nTo that Future, dim and vast\\nWith my soul have held communion.\\nBade it answer terse and true;\\nCan it brook immortal union\\nWith the one who doth it woo\\nBut no quiver it returneth,\\nNor a thrill doth fluttering flow,\\nAs when love within it burneth\\nLove the purest mortals know.\\n[77]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "NATURE S SFXRET.\\nWas there ever yet a zephyr\\nBut had its answering breeze?\\nAnd was there e er a streamlet\\nBut had some stream to please?\\nWas there e er a bird or blossom\\nOn brightsome bower throned,\\nBut mong its many subjects\\nA master-mind it owned?\\nAnd so with Nature s brightest,\\nAnd so with Nature s best.\\nThere s always one, to every one.\\nSome better than the rest.\\nBut, why this strange enchantment,\\nAnd why this speechless spell?\\nThere s never yet a being\\nWho could the secret tell.\\nTis one of Nature s love-freaks\\nOf which she has a score\\nJust to make us mind one being\\nThan the rest, a little more.\\nSo we wonder o er its meaning.\\nAnd wonder whence it came\\nYet can only say, tis something,\\nAnd the secret s still the same.\\n[78]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "HP\\nm\\n-yr-^ -J|^|iJ\\n^^^^^^^^^^^^k^^^^^^l^^^HHff\\n^\u00c2\u00ab8^\\n^^^^^^^^1 L-^t ^^^r a ^^II\\niv ^^.v\\nwSa^^^^K^\\nM\\nw ^^f^^i ^^^^B^B^^B^^M\\nIIM^\\n^^H^ -^^^\u00e2\u0096\u00a0H^^NH^^K\\nMrs. Cappi.kman, in the .Blue and the Gray.", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE BLUE AND GRAY,\\nor\\nTHE RESURRECTED HEARTS.\\nSlowly the twilight was gathering in,\\nNeath the rose-tinted \\\\vings of the West,\\nAnd softly the sun-birds were hushing their songs\\nAnd silently sinking to rest;\\nBut lingering still was a lone mocking bird.\\nThat plaintively called to its mate,\\nAnd seemed, of all nature, the one saddened thing.\\nSave a form at the low, latticed gate.\\nA fair girlish form with a faultless girl face.\\nOf the m.atchless, true Southernly mold.\\nWith a far-away look in the great soulful eyes.\\nThat of heartaches and tears plainly told\\nWhile held in her hands was a snowy rosebud\\nWith jasmine and violets entwined,\\nThat she clasped and unclasped and fervently kissed,\\nAnd in kissing seemed comfort to find.\\nO rosebud and jasmine and violets sweet,\\nIn you each lies a long buried dream\\nAnd to-night, with the odor that wells from your lips,\\nThe past rushes by as a stream.\\nO eyes with your torture and tumult of tears,\\nO heart with your sore, ceaseless pain,\\nFrom the present, with all its anguish, arise.\\nAnd we ll gaze on the past once again.\\n[79]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "A horseman often passed our gate a gallant horseman he,\\nWith darksome, laughing, love-lit eyes, that always smiled\\non me; .i I JJ\\nSo oft in happy girlhood hours I sat beside the brim\\nOf some bright brooklet in the woods and wondering\\nwatched for him.\\nI knew the ways he frequent went, and some mysterious\\nspell\\nWould hie me there and hold me there until I knew him\\nwell.\\nAnd one glad morn he smiling gave a rosebud rich and\\nwhite.\\nAnd once he brought a jasmine spray, and once some vio-\\nlets bright.\\nSo time on time we met and smiled till one soft summer\\nday\\nHe told m.e of the love he bore had borne for me alway.\\nThen all my heart s long pent-up life was given to his care,\\nAnd truth and trust were mine for him, and trust and truth\\nmy share.\\nBut still, I knew twas wrong, all wrong this love we close\\nconcealed\\nOur fathers life-long enmity would to us never yield.\\nAnd o er our dreams the doom of war burst suddenly one\\nday;\\nHis father donned the Federal Blue, and mine Confed-\\nerate Gray.\\n[80]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "And he was of his father s will, while I must follow mine\\nHe said his cause was just and right; I answered Mine s\\ndivine\\nSo there we severed soul from soul at duty s stern behest.\\nAnd there we buried both our hearts, while praying peace\\nand rest.\\nOn one side stood he and I on the other,\\nWith only a low, gaping grave between\\nWe silently laid our hearts there together,\\nAs the horsemen filed to the battle-scene.\\nLittle they dreamed of the bonds that enbound us.\\nLittle they dreamed of the heartaching there\\nLittle they cared for the woe that enwound us,\\nE en had our hearts to the world been bare.\\nLittle they recked of our love, for each other.\\nLittle they recked of the sharp, piercing pain.\\nAs he stood on one side, and I on the other.\\nNever perchance, to meet there again.\\nChecked were the tears in their silent confession,\\nCrushed were the sobs by a wild, boundless will.\\nAnd sorrow that sought the face for expression.\\nWas sternly bade to for aye be still.\\nYet, there lay our hearts all bleeding and broken.\\nWith never a word of the war-torn tie,\\nA tremulous glance was the only life-token,\\nAnd now and anon a half-smothered sigh.\\n6 81", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "So we buried our hearts from all human seeing,\\nHe of the Blue and I of the Gray,\\nStill, I feel in my soul that no other being\\nWill love him, can love him as I to this day.\\nA horseman dashed up through the dusky twilight.\\nAnd stopped at the low-latticed gate;\\nThe mocking bird trilled a heart-happy song;\\nIt, too, had called back its mate.\\nAnd the souls that seemed severed on earthdom for aye,\\nMet and merged again into one\\nAnd he whispered while kissing the tear stains away\\nMy darling, our sorrows are done\\nAnd, in the lone grave that has held our crushed hearts,\\nThro the fierce, yawning years of the fray,\\nNeath a white rose and jasmine and violet mound\\nWe ll bury the Blue with the Gray.\\nA LAY TO THE WATER-LILIES.\\nO lilies fair.\\nYour gems I wear.\\nCulled from the lakelet s casket,\\nI ve filled my hands with snowy wands,\\nAnd heap d with buds my basket.\\nO lonely love,\\nO loyal love,\\nI send you water lilies,\\nAnd hidden there, mong petals fair,\\nA heart lies all my Willie s.\\n[82]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "O moonlight night,\\nO starry night,\\nHow grand thy jeweled setting\\nI dream a dream, mid moonlight gleam\\nAnd falling water s fretting.\\nO dainty dream,\\nO happy dream\\nMy heart is in his keeping:\\nI know full well the lilies tell\\nWho by his side are sleeping.\\nO soul of mine,\\nO life divine,\\nI ve gleaned of heaven s glory.\\nAnd lilies fair I ll ever wear\\nAs emblems of our story.\\nWHERE THE WATER LILIES GROW.\\nThe sunset s golden glory\\nTouched the trembling water s brim.\\nAs I dreamed again the story\\nOf the days long dead and dim.\\nTwas a romping, bright-eyed beauty,\\nA face all kissed by curls\\nGaily gath ring water lilies\\nWas that daintiest girl of girls.\\n[83]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "How I linger d, how I loved her\\nHow she sh3dy from me drew,\\nTill my earnest pleadings won her\\nWhere the water lilies grew\\nThen I clasped my dainty darling,\\nAnd kissed her rose-stained cheek,\\nAs our hearts throbbed on together,\\nFar too happy e en to speak.\\n5jt\\nThe years have fulled and faded.\\nThose love-days long have flown.\\nAnd this eve, all heavy-laded,\\nI am lingering here alone.\\nShe is gone the lilies quiver,\\nAs if grief they knew\\nBut our souls were sealed forever\\nWhere the water lilies grew.\\nA JUNE FANCY.\\nUnder the stars and the leaves.\\nWaiting for some one to see\\nThinking of all that is past.\\nDreaming of all yet to be.\\nLife is a fresh, faultless dream,\\nGilded with sun-gleams and gold.\\nOne with its beauty and light,\\nOne with its treasures untold.\\n[84]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Love, with its thousand light thoughts,\\nLove, with its warm, winsome ways\\nEnwraps me within and without\\nIn a hallow and mystical haze.\\nAnd I wistfully wonder if life\\nWere always a day-dream like this,\\nWould t be a delicious foretaste\\nOf endless Futurity s bliss?\\nSo we measure the weal of that world.\\nBy the weal of the world-life we see.\\nWith Love, as the great guiding star.\\nTo the beautiful realms of To Be.\\nO, Love, ye are potent on earth,\\nO, Love, ye are boimdless above.\\nAll of rapture we know or we dream.\\nFlows from thee, thou immortal, O, Love.\\nALONE WITH THEE.\\nI walked alone thro the moonlight.\\nAlone with my thoughts of thee.\\nAnd felt the blue-bending ether\\nEncircling thee and me.\\nAnd my heart reached out thro the distance\\nTill it trembled and touched thine own\\nTill I knew neath the star-set heavens\\nOur spirits were there alone.\\n[85]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "And they spoke in that silent language\\nThat only the soul can speak\\nAnd they sought for sympathy s solace\\nAs only the soul can seek.\\nTill, so nearly our natures united,\\nAnd our spirits so closely entwined\\nThat one s thoughts and emotions and feelings\\nBy the other were straight divined.\\nSo bowed I the best of my being\\nBefore thy strong, loving will,\\nAnd felt thus to linger forever\\nWould my dreams of Futurity fill.\\nAnd I felt the thrill of thy heart-strings,\\nAnd felt thy breath on my brow,\\nThen stretched forth my hands to clasp thee\\nWhen I woke to the empty now.\\nSo my soul sank back into silence,\\nNo longer unfetter d and free\\nAnd passed I on thro the moonlight,\\nAlone with my thoughts of thee.\\nAUGUST-LILIES.\\nThe August eve enwraps me,\\nI sit here now, as then\\nFor the odor of the lilies\\nBrings back that night again.\\n[86]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "Aye, odors have a power\\nMost subtle are their ways\\nOf flashing fresh upon us\\nThe dreams of other days.\\nI Hve once more that love-dream,\\nDrawn from cerulean height,\\nOnce more I feel the heart-throbs\\nI felt that one fair night.\\nOnce more a voice, deep, tender,\\nThrills all my being through.\\nAnd my soul wakes to a gladness\\nTill then it never knew.\\nDid you ever feel the fullness\\nOf pure, ecstatic bliss\\nSo upon that August evening\\nFirst learned I, Love, of this.\\nlove, too fond to linger,\\ndream, too dear to last\\nO, the rapture of the Present,\\nO, the pity of the past.\\n1 sit here in the star-light,\\n1 sit here now, as then\\nFor the odor of the lilies\\nBrings back that night again.\\n[87]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "CONSTANCY.\\nI cannot change; since once my heart\\nHas fixed its faith on one abode\\nIt ne er can thence be called apart,\\nE en tho unwisely tis bestowed.\\nI cannot change where once is love\\nWith me, tis love for evermore;\\nAnd as I live I ll daily prove\\nHow true the love I thus outpour.\\nI cannot change tho day by day\\nI see her drifting from my side,\\nThere s something in me seems to say\\nE en by thy fate tis best abide.\\nI cannot change tho when we meet\\nTis but as stranger meets the strange\\nThe love is gone that used to greet\\nAnd, tho I try, I cannot change.\\nI cannot change tho when I look\\nUpon that face, so w^orshiped yet,\\nMy soul-filled glance she will not brook\\nAnd still I cannot then forget.\\nI cannot change tho ne er by sign,\\nNor word, nor deed doth she declare\\nThat e er her heart had beat with mine.\\nOr that we d pledged our souls to share.\\n[88]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "I cannot change tlio year on year\\nShall roll in slow and mournful round,\\nEach marked by many a silent tear,\\nE en to the last I ll true be found.\\nI cannot change but e en in death\\nI feel my soul will seek her side,\\nWhile praying with my latest breath\\nLet me, O God, with her abide.\\nLIFE-DREAMS.\\nAll have their dreams you yours, I mine-\\nTill life seems made of daily dreams.\\nO er some the gorgeous sunrays shine.\\nO er some the mellow moonlight gleams.\\nYours is a grand, a glorious dream\\nThat grasps at earth, and sky, and space.\\nThat gathers in each star and stream.\\nEach golden cloud, each thing of grace.\\nYou fain would fondle with the sweets\\nThat none but gods have soared to sip\\nIn you wide-winged ambition meets\\nHis sister Genius lip to lip.\\nA vision of an artist s name\\nOf colors caught and life-like shown,\\nOne glowing picture formed for fame,\\nAnd call this picture all your own.\\n[89]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "Tis thus with you, my friend, while I\\nHave something lesser for my goal\\nI sigh not for the earth and sky\\nAnd all things mighty to control.\\nMy dream is soft, and sweet and sad,\\nTis some of love, and light, and care.\\nTis touched with features good and bad,\\nAnd shaded from the everywhere.\\nFrom whence it came or whither tends\\nI never question, never care;\\nTo life it hope and action lends\\nTis something sweet that s ever there.\\nAnd some have dreams more weird, more wild\\nSome of the heart, some of the soul,\\nAs varied as the flower or child.\\nAs mystic as the thunder s roll.\\nSo climbing, toiling through all time\\nAre myriads of these dream-swayed souls,\\nWho touch the earth with tints sublime.\\nAnd live within the Future s folds.\\nA REVERIE.\\nSilence in her sweetest witchcraft\\nSoft enwraps me in her folds.\\nWhile come stealing, stealing o er me\\nVisions that the vanished holds.\\n90", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "From amid the mystic windings\\nOf a day that long has fled,\\nThro a cloud of purple twilight\\nShadows float of day-dreams dead.\\nHaunting memories creeping o er me,\\nAs the curtain of the eve,\\nOnce again in softest -blendings\\nBroken threads of brightness weave.\\nDreamland thus has ope d its portals\\nSpreading to my eager eye\\nAll the treasures, rare and radiant,\\nThat were mine in days gone by.\\nSoftly, softly sound the voices,\\nEchoing thro sweet memory s hall,\\nAnd the sunny, smiling faces\\nSwift the bygone now recall\\nFaces, formed in fairest features,\\nWreathed in stars of silvery light,\\nPeering from these mystic hangings\\nFlood my soul with pure delight.\\nAnd their voices seem anear me\\nNot a dream in fancy found\\nFor the life-spark s in the music.\\nAnd the soul is in the sound.\\n[91]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "And they whisper, softly whisper\\nWords that once I deemed most dear-\\nCan it be I m only dreaming\\nAnd those voices are not near?\\nCan it be those friendly faces,\\nThat methought I sure could see.\\nAnd that once I held as sacred.\\nNow are far away from me?\\nAh, tis true I slowly waken\\nOne last parting glance and gleam\\nOf those loving forms and faces\\nWake to find it all a dream.\\nBEAUTY S QUEEN.\\nTis shining and soft and silken,\\nGleaming with amber and gold.\\nRippling along the white shoulders\\nO tresses, your glory s untold!\\nAnd blue eyes, all brilliant with beauty.\\nRadiant with light and with love.\\nBeneath the bright tresses are beaming\\nO eyes, from the regions above\\nAnd buried beneath the gold ringlets.\\nBuried below the blue eyes,\\nIs a heart all throbbing with love-life\\nThe purest of gems from the skies.\\n[92]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "O tresses, entangled with heart-strings,\\nO bright eyes, enshrining the soul,\\nHow cruel you are when the kindest\\nHow heart upon heart you control\\nAye, fair as the first flush of morning.\\nFresh as the first bloom of day\\nAre you, O queen of the love-realms,\\nO soul of the subjects you sway.\\nHEART POWER.\\nHow the feelings sear the sunshine\\nHow the feelings glad the gloom\\nTis the heart that holds our pleasure.\\nAnd the heart that holds our doom.\\nTis in day, or tis in darkness.\\nThat our lives forever fly.\\nAnd just as the heart-world wills it.\\nSo the moments live and die.\\nThus the world may be all brightness,\\nTho fair nature lurk in clouds\\nAnd the sky may seem as sapphire,\\nTho the night its sheen enshrouds\\nE en the flowers may fail in fragrance.\\nAnd the songsters cease to sing,\\nYet, if still the heart is happy.\\nIt will seem the depth of Spring.\\n[93]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "And each face will seem encircled\\nWith a smile for us alone\\nAnd each voice will throb and thrill us\\nIn a tuneful undertone;\\nEarth will be embalmed in beauty,\\nLife all gladness to the goal,\\nIf the heart will shun all sadness,\\nIf there s sunshine in the soul.\\nOft a smile will make this sunlight.\\nOft a word will thrill us through,\\nMaking all things light and loving\\nThat our hands and hearts would do\\nSo our lives are made the better.\\nAnd are brighter to the goal,\\nIf the heart will shun all sadness\\nLet the sunshine in the soul\\nTO LOVE AND BE LOVED.\\nYou may read thro the hearts of the rich,\\nYou may peer in the hearts of the poor.\\nThe wretched, the wronged, the oppressed,\\nThe seemingly lost evermore\\nYou may search thro the annals of man\\nFrom time in its dawn till to-day,\\nAnd you ll find that to love and be loved\\nIs the cry of each soul thro its stay.\\n[94]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "O hearts, ever happy with hope,\\nO hoHest hearts from above,\\nTo the weeping, way-worn, lonely-Hved,\\nO give from your bounty of love!\\nO give but a tender hand-touch.\\nOr give but a kind word of cheer.\\nFor, beHeve me, to love and be loved\\nIs the only of Heaven we ve here.\\nNo life without love is complete.\\nNo matter what more it may hold\\nWhether masterly efforts of mind.\\nOr costliest caskets of gold\\nThat divine must respond to divine.\\nEach nature tends ever to prove,\\nAnd all of Divinity known\\nIs this To be loved and to love.\\nHow many for sympathy s tone\\nAre sobbing from day unto day.\\nAnd how many souls ever lost\\nFor lack of some love on their way\\nOf the myriads of heart-stricken lives\\nNow sunk neath their burden of woe\\nAnd constantly craving some love\\nOnly God in His goodness can know.\\n[95]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "WAITING\u00e2\u0080\u0094 FOR WHAT?\\nWith folded hands and gathered brow,\\nWith half-waked fears and half-formed vow\\nFor better deeds than grace the Now,\\nHe waits and waits for what?\\nA life it is with some of care,\\nWith some of hope and some despair\\nAs millions in the everywhere\\nIt waits and waits for what?\\nThere are no subtle words to tell\\nWhat means this wistful waiting-spell.\\nThat all have known too soon, too well.\\nAnd feel and fear its force.\\nTis not for that the morrow brings,\\nTis not the hope where heart-love clings,\\nNor any known substantial things\\nWhy stops this life to wait.\\nTis not a myth from fancy sprung,\\nThe echo of a song long sung.\\nNor aught from out the cloud-world wrung\\nThat leads this life to wait.\\nIt seems some inner-working power,\\nThat haunts us from our waking hour\\nA mystic bud, without the flower\\nThat wills us wait for what?\\n[96]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "Is it immortal light within\\nThat longs to break the bonds of sin,\\nAnd seeks its starry source to win\\nThat we forever wait?\\nAh, what the holy hopes must be\\nOf one who waits all cheerfully,\\nAnd through the mystic web can see\\nAye, see for what he waits\\nAnd shall we all e er truly know\\nFrom whence we come and whither go,\\nAnd why all nature here below\\nIs forced to yield and wait?\\nA QUERY.\\nAnother day a month a year^\\nWill I be there, or still be here\\nWill time roll on, as it has rolled.\\nAnd furl me deep within its fold?\\nWill life wind on, as it has wound.\\nAnd e er remain as I have found?\\nOr will some weird and wondrous change\\nLeave time untold, and living strange?\\nWill being be as t had not been\\nAll chaos as, where souls begin?\\nI wonder thus in some vague way.\\nAs, on this sacred summer day,\\nI lie with the Known, and wait\\nAll restlessly, the seal of Fate?\\n97", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "There are moments when the morbid mind\\nWill strive and struggle hard, to find\\nAn outlet to this, channel given\\nTo cross the gulf twixt this and Heaven\\nAnd yet it ends, as it begun\\nIn nothing lost in nothing won.\\nQUERIES.\\nI sat in the soft summer twilight\\nAnd thought of the souls hung in space.\\nAnd wonder d if each of those myriads\\nHad left of its transit some trace.\\nI sighed then O souls, of the mystic.\\nCome out of your wide, weird-like sphere\\nAnd teach us the truth of your being.\\nAnd tell us why linger we here.\\nAnd where unrelenting, it leadeth\\nThis life we are spinning out here.\\nI sobbed then O souls, of the vanished,\\nDid you love, did you hate, did you fear?\\nWere you burden d with unceasing sorrow\\nWere you gladless, or gladsome while here?\\nOh What is that hidden Hereafter\\nThat mocks us and maddens us here?\\n[98]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "To the mystic blue space all above me,\\nTo the cloud-curtained spirits I cry\\nDoes the good of our lives help us after,\\nOr does the good with us die?\\nIs there aught lives unchanged thro the Ever,\\nOr, does the good and the evil all die?\\nAre the efforts and toil of a lifetime\\nThat cause us to totter and pale,\\nAre the struggles, ambitions and heartaches\\nAre all these of any avail?\\nOr, will only one faulty footstep\\nCause us thro all the future to fail?\\nI call and I cry thro the silence\\nTill scarcely the shadows I see,\\nAnd the darkness grows deeper and deeper.\\nBut answer comes never to me\\nAnd I feel that this infinite knowledge\\nCan come to no mortals like we.\\nSo we tread o er Time s beaten pathway.\\nWhere millions have trodden before.\\nAnd we ask the self-same vague questions\\nThat others have asked o er and o er\\nWhich will never, nay, never be answered,\\nTill we ve touched on Eternity s shore.\\n[99]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "so MUCH TO DO.\\nA sad-faced mother was sitting alone\\nBy the side of a fading fire,\\nWith the last seam finished that just was sewn\\nBy the hands that never would tire,\\nThe well-worn jacket was laid away\\nWith a half-stifled sigh or two,\\nAs she wearily said, Thro night and thro day\\nThere s so much, oh so much to do.\\nHere are Johnie s last pair of trousers, all torn_\\nFrom the pocket near down to the knee,\\nAnd Mary s best dress all frayed out and worn\\nWhen to mend it I really can t see\\nAnd here s baby George s old cloak to be lined\\nOh, I don t think I ll ever get through\\nFor tho I keep toiling and trying I find\\nSo much, oh so much still to do.\\nThe night gathered closer and closer around,\\nThe cramped, weary hand stopped a-still.\\nThe eyelids drooped drooped further on down,\\nAs tears, all unshed, their depths filled;\\nAnd a short, soundless sleep in pity was loaned\\nBy the God of the tried and true\\nYet, e en in her sleep the mother-self moaned\\nSo much, oh so much still to do.\\nO frail, faded mother, my aching heart cried.\\nThis burthen cannot be in vain,\\nFrom the depths where you suffer you soon must arise\\nTo existence that knoweth no pain\\n[100]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "For the long, weary hours of sacrifice here\\nThere s redemption eternal for you,\\nWhere come not the torture, the trials, the tears,\\nNor the wail, Oh so much still to do.\\nENGINE SIXTY-SIX.\\nThe eve had gather d dark and chill,\\nThe stars their shining faces screen d.\\nThe moaning winds rose o er each hill\\nThen rushed and shrieked as some fell fiend\\nAll out was one forbidding sight\\nUpon that ne er-forgotten night.\\nAll out was threatening, weird and wild.\\nWhile calmly sat the engineer,\\n(Beside him was his only child,)\\nAs tho there was nothing to fear.\\nAt rapid rate, in faultless fix,\\nOn thundered engine Sixty-six.\\nWith many lives at her command\\nShe plunged o er stream and dizzy height.\\nE er guided by that steady hand\\nThat knew no falt ring, day or night\\nAnd, with his little son beside.\\nHe steered old Sixty-six his pride.\\n[101]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "The boy looked out upon the night,\\nThen turned unto his father s face\\nAnd said in sudden deep affright\\nHow dark, O father, every place\\nWith nothing, but the sparks, to light\\nYour engine thro this dismal night.\\nI fear, O father, much I fear\\nWe ll never see the morrow s sun\\nIt seems that mother s smiling near,\\nAnd that she beckons to her son.\\nO father, stop awhile and pray\\nThat we may still together stay\\nThen, in a voice quick, strong and stern.\\nBut with a slightly moistened eye,\\nHe said, My son, look on and learn.\\nAnd don t, like some great baby, cry\\nFor trusty Sixty-six and I\\nHave no intent to let you die.\\nThen, father, watch the sudden bend\\nBeyond the great, deep river-bridge;\\nThere I my little help will lend\\nUntil we reach the rocky ridge\\nJust think of all who with us ride\\nOn Sixty-six to Sunny-side\\nI saw the crowds, where last we left.\\nThat gathered close on every side\\nAnd seemed of something just bereft\\nIt was a bridegroom and his bride\\n[102]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "I saw her sunny, bright blue eye\\nFill up with tears at each good-bye.\\nI knew she loved him much and well\\nFor, as she closely to him clung,\\nI heard her something to him tell\\nThat sounded like the words you sung\\nWhen last I sat upon your knee\\nYou d leave all else for only me.\\nI knew she loved him for she turned\\nWith such a tender, trusting air\\nThe roses on her fair cheeks burn d\\nAnd spread unto her golden hair\\nAnd, as she stepped within the door.\\nOh such a heavenly look she wore\\nFd like to see her face again\\nIt seemed so much like mother s face\\nAnd, as I look out through the rain,\\nI see it in the darkest place\\nO father, there s the great iron bridge\\nFll help you till we reach the ridge.\\nOn rumbled Sixty-six amain,\\nAcross the bridge, thro blackest night,\\nAround the bend, thro blinding rain.\\nAs rushed another train in sight\\nA shock a crash a crushing sound\\nA helpless mass lay heaped around.\\n[103]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "The morrow s sun rose calm and still\\nUpon a sad and sick ning scene\\nThe warmest heart-blood felt a chill,\\nAnd tears were traced on every mien.\\nO God such piercing sobs and cries\\nMust reach the souls in Paradise\\nThere, crushed in all her power and pride,\\nLay Sixty-six her last race run,\\nAnd cold and mangled, by her side,\\nThe engineer clasped close his son\\nThe boy smiled, as some friend to greet-\\nHe d gone his mother s soul to meet.\\nAnd, near the boy, a couple lay\\nSo bound together, twere in vain\\nTo break the bond. She seemed to say\\nLet nothing sever us again\\nHer prayer was answered ere the breath\\nHad reached the shining throne above\\nAs one, in life, so one, in death.\\nAnd one, in true eternal ove.\\nAnd they were buried side by side\\nThe bridegroom and his angel bride.\\nAnd close unto a moss-grown mound,\\nWhere, years agone, was laid away\\nA fair young mother, newly crowned.\\nNow, two more forms all silent lay\\nThe father, mother and their boy,\\nHave met on heights of ceaseless joy.\\n[104]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE VAIN APPEAL.\\nI heard an aged pilgrim say,\\nWhile wending on his woeful way,\\nO Time, come back to me\\nO moments, fraught with brightest youth,\\nO hours, of trust, O hours of truth,\\nI cry, come back to me.\\nWith all your blessings, Time, return.\\nAnd I no toil or task will spurn\\nThat you may hold in store\\nNor will I stand with folded hands.\\nAnd idly scorn your mute command\\nSo try me. Time, once more.\\nTis sad, O murder d Time, to see\\nHow cruel I have been to thee\\nHow careless of the cost;\\nHow many days and weeks and years.\\nAre filled with fruitless deeds and fears\\nAre lost, forever lost.\\nAnd now remorse has seized my mind.\\nNor rest, nor comfort can I find\\nIs there no more for me?\\nOh if I only had the power\\nTo backward bring one ill-spent hour,\\nHow blest I then would be.\\n[105]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "Oh, come he pleadingly implored,\\nAnd then his last appeal outpoured\\nAnd sank upon his knee\\nBut all those hours are lost for aye.\\nAnd, in despair, I sadly say\\nTime can t come back to me.\\nAnd thus it is when nature s laws\\nAre broken without lawful cause,\\nWe suffer for the crime;\\nAnd not a week, nor e en a day,\\nBut we may hear some pilgrim say\\nCome back, come back, O Time\\nRETURN OF WINTER.\\nOld Father Winter has come again.\\nCasting shadows o er each window-pane.\\nWhere the most fanciful figures are seen-\\nBower and throne, and monarch and queen.\\nBending over his aged form low.\\nIce-covered beard, and elf-locks of snow.\\nBoasting grimly with each chilling breath\\nSummer and flowers are folded in death.\\nOh cold is his presence in autumn s prime\\nChilling and killing the sun s rosy time.\\nAnd colder, and colder he grows day and night.\\nTill the birds and the blossoms have all taken flight.\\n[106]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "But bright is his presence in sports of glee,\\nIn skating and sleighing the moments soon flee\\nBrighter he grows in the Christmas-time toys,\\nCharming all hearts with Kris Kringle s joys.\\nTruly old winter is here again.\\nSnowing and hailing and sleeting and rain\\nWelcome his presence with shout and cry\\nBetter be smiling, than gloomily sigh.\\nCHRISTMAS GREETING.\\nA gracious, gladsome greeting\\nUnto each foe and friend\\n^Tis again the Christmas meeting\\nMay Christ soul-blessings send\\nThe great white Christ arisen.\\nWho, two thousand years agone,\\nBroke the bars of Earthdom s prison\\nAnd declared a Saviour s dawn.\\nIn His bright name v/e bring you\\nA pledge of utmost peace;\\nIn softest accents sing you\\nOf love s and joy s increase.\\nThe Christmas chimes are ringing\\nTheir glad, soul-stirring sounds,\\nFresh hope and promise bringing\\nTo all within their bounds.\\n[107]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "And may their sweetest measures\\nRing out thro all this land,\\nRenewing old-time pleasures\\nAs we clasp each Christmas hand!\\nTHE OLD AND THE NEW.\\nAnother year has come and gone\\nGone to its silent rest,\\nWith all its memories, sweet and sad,\\nStowed in its pulseless breast.\\nWe cannot call one single hour,\\nNo matter how we would\\nTis flown forever with its deeds\\nThe evil and the good.\\nTis gone with all its sun-lit smiles,\\nIts love, and joy, and fears,\\nIts busy days and burden d nights.\\nIts sorrows and its tears.\\nIts dreams of fortune and of fame.\\nThat dawn d, and droop d and died,\\nIts sunder d hearts and sever d ties\\nAll scatter d far and wide.\\nIts great events some sad, some strange\\nIn which the world took part,\\nIts many useful thoughts for man.\\nIts onward strides in art,\\n[108]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "Its changes in each nation s tide\\nSome better, some the worse\\nThe year, to some, was witness of\\nTheir crown, of some their curse.\\nBut, if there s aught of sad regret\\nNow buried in some breast,\\nThe dawning year may yet redeem\\nThose hours of restlessness\\nMay heal the harrowed, hopeless heart,\\nThe soul by sorrow rent,\\nAnd bring unto the burden d life\\nSweet peace and calm content.\\nAgain the glad New Year has come\\nAad put the Old to flight.\\nHas come with all its hopes and plans,\\nIts promises most bright;\\nWith all its new-made, mute resolves\\nTo be far better men.\\nTo give more thought to other souls,\\nMore thought to God than then.\\nWe welcome you, O bright New Year,\\nWith open hearts and hands,\\nAnd trust you ll smile your brightest smile\\nO er all our sun-kissed lands\\nAnd bring some blessing to the share\\nOf each and every one\\nOf all your sons, and daughters fair,\\nBeneath the Southern sun\\n[109]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "WHAT IS LOVE?\\nAnd ask you, my friend, what this wondrous love is\\nThe answer comes ripe from the regions of bhss\\nTis that sv/eet, potent passion that thrills all the soul\\nAnd once set to burning defies all control.\\nTis a dream dropt from Heaven to drown all our woe,\\nIn a few rapturous moments of ecstatic glow\\nTis a light from the star-realm illuming the heart.\\nWith the sweetest of joys Mother Earth can impart.\\nTis a glimpse into Future, that ope s to the view\\nOf souls that have suffered, and souls that are true\\nA something that buds with our first childish breath,\\nAnd masters us all from our dawn to our death.\\nDREAMING.\\nDreaming? Yes, I m fondly dreaming,\\nRarest visions meet my eye.\\nClustering close and brightly beaming\\nSweetest hopes on you and I.\\nLow the white moon gleams and glances\\nThro the shadowy forest trees.\\nAnd the pearl-perfume of liHes\\nComes to me on every breeze.\\nSoft and soul-like silence greets me,\\nShadows dim enfold the light,\\nDying chords of music meet me\\nFrom the shining spheres of night.\\n[110]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "And the shadows slowly flitting,\\nFind me not in dreams alone;\\nFor beside me close is sitting\\nOne whose heart is all my own.\\nOh, the rapture of the feeling\\nOh, the tender throbbing thrills\\nSwift along each heart-string stealing-\\nLife anew, in Love distills.\\nOh, the holy, happy feeling,\\nAnd the bright, aye, heavenly glow\\nOf two souls their union sealing\\nOnly those who ve felt can know.\\nLow the pale moon sinks, and lower,\\nAnd in ecstasy it seems\\nThat my soul has soared to heaven\\nWould that we could live in dreams\\nLIFE IN A LOOK.\\nI looked in the depths of his soul-lit eyes\\nAnd love gave back kindred love\\nSometimes there is more in a half-hid glance\\nThan countless pages could prove.\\nDid you ever think of the great, strong hearts\\nThat live on the light of a look\\nHow soften d and sway d by one pair of eyes\\nWhen no other bondage they d brook\\n[Ill]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "And how wearily creep the long, endless hours\\nWhen away from the light of that love,\\nNone ever can feel, and none ever know\\nSave those who this power can prove.\\nI have never known of a sadder fate\\nTo the human heart to fall\\nThan a day to dawn when th love in a look\\nFails to find the love it would call.\\nFRIENDSHIP.\\nWhat sound is that, so soft, so pure.\\nAnd falls so gently on the ear.\\nAs Friendship s voice in accents tender,\\nWhispering to a comrade dear?\\nIt thrills the heart with untold pleasure.\\nIt fills the soul with music sweet.\\nSends dreams of joy as bright, as heavenly.\\nAs angels in their slumbers meet.\\nThe look of Friendship, oh how trusting\\nFaith brightly beams, as morning dew.\\nFrom liquid depths, while fondly gazing\\nOn one, thro darkest dangers true.\\nIt is not love that blinding passion\\nThat grasps the heart-strings but an hour.\\nThen leaves a wound all bruised and bleeding-\\nA helpless, torn and trampled flower.\\n[112]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "No tis a tie that binds together\\nTwo sympathetic human hearts\\nAnd e er they ll cling, and trust, and triumph,\\nTill Death their pledge of Friendship parts.\\nA TOKEN OF FRIENDSHIP.\\nYou re now in life s enchanting bower,\\nAmong its roses white,\\nWher e en the frailest, clinging flower\\nIs blest with love and light.\\nTis love that s twined a rosy wreath\\nAround your minds and souls,\\nTill naught about, above, beneath,\\nBut that sweet love consoles.\\nTis music to the mournful heart.\\nAnd brighter pleasure brings\\nThan all the touching tones of art\\nStirred from ^olian strings\\nContent is stamped upon your lot\\nContent of heart and mind;\\nWithout a blemish or a blot\\nThis life you seem to find.\\nBright Honor, too, hath crowned your brows\\nWith laurel fresh and fair.\\nAnd Friendship s faithful, loving vows\\nAre yours, from everywhere.\\n[113]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "Your way, along life s stormy stage,\\nIs traced by right and truth,\\nBy blessings borne from bending age,\\nAnd blessings fresh from youth.\\nMethinks the high and holy One\\nHas happy made you twain,\\nTo prove, when each his part has done,\\nE en bliss, on earth, may reign.\\nAnd so I trust, my fond-loved friends.\\nYour lives may ever be\\nEncrowned with flowers and happy hours\\nUnto Eternity.\\nLOST FRIENDSHIPS.\\nI d often heard that friendship s bonds\\nThe closer drawn the stronger grew;\\nBut, since I ve come to test their faith,\\nI wonder if the words are true.\\nMore seems it as some shining shell.\\nThat holds the secrets of the sea\\nIts woeful whispers waste and wear,\\nUntil the shell has ceased to be.\\nSo e er I ve found with friendship s form,\\nThe more our throbbing thoughts betray,\\nThe more for sympathy we yearn.\\nThe faster seems to wear away.\\n[114]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "Yet, this methought its mission be\\nTo soften sorrow, heartaches calm,\\nLink to each joy another joy,\\nAnd to each wound to bind a balm.\\nOh, throbbing thought yet seared how soon\\nHow early doomed to drear decay\\nJust as the white-winged cloud arose\\nIt merged into a gloomy gray.\\nHave not we, all, some summer day\\nKnown one who seemed our souls to fill\\nYet, with the autumn s noiseless knell,.\\nHave found that heart-mate strangely still?\\nSo time on time, have friendships failed,\\nThat seemed endowed with strength for aye;\\nBut, slowly, sadly they have died\\nWe know not why tis just life s way.\\nFRIENDS.\\nI live in a glitt ring palace of art\\nWith a Muse for the corner-stone,\\nAnd ever I sit in my palace apart\\nFrom the world and its mufifl d moan\\nFar away from the world and its wanton wiles\\nA fanciful web I enweave\\nOf beautiful thoughts, and heart-thrilling smiles\\nAnd souls that will never deceive.\\n[115]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "Before away from the world I withdrew\\nI had seen somewhat of its ways\\nFair Honor, for me, was beginning to strew\\nHer flowers Life had ope d to my gaze.\\nBut empty, how empty this pleasure soon proved,\\nHow dismal and dark were its ends\\nAnd, to-day, I feel, O ye faithful beloved,\\nThat better than honor are friends.\\nAnd on followed Fame in the wide-arching wake\\nOf Honor on brilliant-hued wings\\nIn rapture I sighed it is all for my sake\\nO life what a glorious thing!\\nBut the longing for love was there, ever there.\\nAnd the sad, lonely heart was the same,\\nAnd I cried thro the night-stilled, desolate air,\\nO friends, ye are better than fame.\\nAs honor and fame, so Wealth was soon mine\\nWith its comforts and grandeurs and grace.\\nAnd it seemed that my longing for pleasures divine\\nIn this world were, in truth, to have place.\\nBut, again I pined and my soul was sad\\nAnd, if master of treasures untold.\\nTo-day in my innermost heart I feel\\nThat friends are far better than gold.\\nSo away, far away in my palace of art\\nAll day and all night I would sing;\\nWith friends who are tried, and true to the heart,\\nI m as glad as a bird on the wing.\\n[116]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "Tho honor and riches and fame are still sweet,\\nAnd something of Comfort each sends,\\nBut better, oh, truly, far better than these\\nAye, better than all else are friends.\\nREMEMBERED.\\nWhen hope has left us all alone,\\nAnd helplessly we weep and moan,\\nTis sweet, O friends, to feel that you\\nAre still so gracious, good and true.\\nI wonder if you fully know\\nHow much you save of weary woe\\nHow oft your smiles dispel the gloom\\nAnd bring the sunbeams in the room.\\nI wonder if you fully know\\nTis sweet to be rememxbered so\\nHow little, when we re sick and sad,\\nIt takes to make the heart-life glad\\nThe drooping lily longs for dew.\\nThe wounded dove for help doth coo\\nAnd so the sorrowed human heart\\nOf hum.an kindness craves a part.\\nO friends, I wonder if you feel,\\nAs in your homes you humbly kneel.\\nHow much of good you daily do\\nBy being thoughtful, kind and true.\\n[117]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "Is this the mute but high command\\nOf that divine and holy hand\\nThat thro your gentle hearts makes known\\nThe grace and goodness of His own?\\nThere s nothing soothes the weary brain,\\nOr lulls the throes of dreary pain,\\nOr brings the joy unto our lot\\nAs feeling we are unforgot.\\nLOVE S MARRIAGE.\\nRing, ring the great golden bride-bell.\\nRing out its merriest sound\\nCull the fairest and freshest of flowerets\\nAnd strew the gray Autumn ground\\nThe sunshine glows gladder and richer.\\nThe roses bloom brighter, in pride\\nAll nature seems silently shedding\\nA blessing on bridegroom and bride.\\nO hearts, that are thrilling and throbbing\\nIn their sacredest union of bliss\\nTis the marriage of Love and his life-mate,\\nAnd who could ask better than this\\nO Love, v/ith your thousands of phases,\\nO Love, with 3^our tremulous lay.\\nThe essence and crown of your glory\\nAre centered in two souls to-day.\\n[118]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "Oh, may our sweet smile ever linger\\nIn blessings and joy on the just!\\nO Love, as the soul of this union,\\nBe true, thro all time, to your trust!\\nAN OCTOBER BRIDAL.\\nThe winds of October are sighing\\nAre sighing in soft refrain.\\nThe gold, gladsome rays of the sunshine\\nNow glitter thro soft-falling rain;\\nAll nature seems gently rejoicing.\\nFor Cupid has conquered again.\\nFor two hopeful hearts are united,\\nAnd merged into oneness two minds,\\nAnd the holiest link, in this earth-life,\\nTwo souls in its sacredness binds.\\nSo the Past fades away in the distance\\nWith its mystical, dream-dotted shores,\\nWhile the Present is rapidly passing\\nAnd the Future unfoldeth its doors.\\nAnd over that glad, golden Future\\nMay shadow and sorrow ne er fall\\nAnd into its cloudless enclosure\\nKind wishes are wafted from all.\\n[119]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "ONLY A GIRL.\\nOnly a face a fresh, girlish face,\\nAs fair as the lilies abloom.\\nAnd in the bright eyes I know a soul lies\\nThat my own lonely life would illume.\\nOnly a smile a sweet, dimpled smile,\\nThat sinks straight into my heart\\nAnd in rapture I gaze on her pretty girl ways,\\nTill I wake from my dreams with a start.\\nOnly a heart a tender young heart.\\nThat I touch and it turns unto me\\nAnd, as dies out the day, right softly I say\\nNone, none are so happy as we.\\nOnly a girl I sit here and muse.\\nWith my lips on a soft, silken curl,\\nHow much of a life, my loved little wife,\\nIn the words of only a girl\\nTO THE ABSENT.\\nEmpty is the chair beside me.\\nEmpty is each hall and room.\\nAnd all wistfully I m waiting\\nFor my best beloved to come.\\nNot a step disturbs the stillness,\\nNot a shadow breaks the gloom,\\nAll is silent, sad and somber\\nWill my darling never come?\\n[120]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "And the smile I long and look for\\nComes no more to soothe my soul\\nAll is void and vague around me\\nAs the hour-wheels onward roll.\\nWill this longing never leave me\\nNor my heart be calm and still,\\nAnd these many-winged emotions\\nNever cease my soul to fill?\\nBut a hope springs in my heart-depths,\\nAs the darkness dims my sight.\\nFor the morrow s wings may waft him.\\nThough he comes with the night.\\nOUR SOUTHERN STATES.\\nWhere the cypress bough doth mournfully wave,\\nMid the palm tree and the pine\\nWhere the floweret fair doth gracefully pave\\nThe pathway of Nature s shrine;\\nWhere the whisp ring zephyr lingereth long,\\nWhere the mock-birds sing to their mates.\\nIs that beautiful land of sunshine and song\\nWhich we call our brave Southern States.\\nRight proudly the hearts of its people still throb\\nThrob in their true Southern pride\\nWhen they think of its sons, with a sigh and a sob,\\nIts sons who so gallantly died.\\n[121]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "And, again, of its sons and its daughters so fair\\nWho grace now this land of the leal.\\nWho the honors of ancestry worthily wear,\\nAnd the story of Southern-born feel.\\nAnd know, all ye friends of this land of the true.\\nNot alone is it beauty here blooms\\nFor Nature s fair hand, deck d with diamonds of dew\\nTwin d wisdom amid its perfumes\\nSo each glittering gem from the poet and sage\\nThe soul with its grandeur elates,\\nAnd we proudly proclaim of the climes, in this age,\\nWe love none as our grand Southern States\\nA DIRGE TO THE SOUTHERN DEAD.\\nAgain we meet upon the ground\\nWhere once the battle s fur}^ found\\nA vent in shrieking shell, and sound\\nOf life-devouring lead\\nAgain we meet but Peace supreme\\nNow closes round us like a dream,\\nWhile chanting, as with love we teem,\\nA dirge unto our dead.\\nYe brave Confederates, lying low\\nBeneath yon Southern sunset s glow,\\nOur faithful feelings ever fiow\\nUnto your moss-grown graves\\n[122]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "And, when your loss we try to tell,\\nOf how you fought, and how you fell,\\nThe tears unto our eyelids well\\nIn blinding grief, our Braves.\\nAgain, with heavy hearts we come\\nWhere lie the lips all sealed and dumb\\nWhere drooping flag and muffled drum\\nTell of our loved and lost;\\nThro mists we see our chieftians brave\\nThe Southern banner proudly wave\\nAnd march to glory and the grave\\nClose in at any cost\\nAgain we hear the battle-cry.\\nAnd Forrest doth the foe defy.\\nDetermined still to do, or die\\nFor Southland and its laws.\\nThe dauntless, daring deeds we see\\nOf Stonewall Jackson and of Lee,\\nAnd shout Jeff Davis champion he\\nAnd Chief of Southern Cause.\\nBut, wrapt in silence and in tears\\nAnd canopied by creeping years,\\nForever freed from fury s fears\\nOur deathless dead ones sleep;\\nWhile o er their forms the flowerets twine,\\nAnd mock-birds sing their songs divine\\nAnd soft and still the moonbeams shine\\nO er Southrons, whom we weep.\\n[123]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "But, not alone we mourn to-day\\nFor those who fell while in the Gray\\nFor many since have passed away\\nTo join their brother-band\\nEach year the Veteran troops grow less\\nAnd slowly file to silentness\\nThe few behind march by and bless\\nThe loved in Summer-land.\\nYe valiant Veterans, here to-day,\\nProud remnant of the princely Gray\\nYe, and your comrades in the fray.\\nAre sacred in our sight\\nKnow ye, of loyal lives sublime.\\nOur Southern souls and sun-kissed clime\\nAre true and tender thro all time\\nTo those who fought the Fight.\\nBut, with emotions deep and strong,\\nThat to our loving hearts belong.\\nTo-day we bury Right and Wrong\\nBeneath one common pall\\nAnd bless the brave on honor s roll\\nWho ve reached the radiant Christ-crowned goal\\nWhere peace enwraps each Southern soul\\nAnd glory waiteth all.\\nAgain we from each other go\\nOur hearts subdued with silent woe\\nAnd, in our ling ring hand-shakes show\\nThe grief we cannot tell\\n[124]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "Once more, the Present and the Past\\nAre Hnked, by dead and Hving, fast;\\nSo, praying peace to all, at last,\\nWe sigh farewell farewell\\nDECORATION DAY.\\nBehold our Odd Fellows Order,\\nWith Fraternity linked in Youth,\\nTo-day all gathered together\\nIn Friendship, and Love and Truth,\\nFair Freindship has won her laurels,\\nAnd Love has subdued the world,\\nWhile Truth, with her mighty mandates,\\nHas conquered wherever hurled.\\nAnd to-day they mingle as brothers\\nMeet with sorrowing hearts\\nHere in the city of Silence,\\nHere, whence no form departs\\nWith Faith in a full Hereafter,\\nWith Hope to be thither led.\\nWith Charity unto the living\\nAnd Charity to the dead.\\nO, welcome each goodly Order,\\nO, welcome each brother band\\nThat meets on this sacred mission\\nAnd lends us a helping hand\\n[125]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "O daughters, of blest Rebecca,\\nIn these sad and sorrowful hours.\\nYou, too, join this dearest of duties\\nOf strewing the dead with flowers.\\nWe are come, O slumbering loved ones,\\nCome with the flowers of June,\\nThe spotless rose and the jasmine\\nThe purest blossoms that bloom\\nAnd lay them down, O lost ones.\\nAs offerings of our love.\\nAs a beautiful chain enlinking\\nOur souls to the souls above.\\nSo we come, O loyally loved ones.\\nIn th bursting bloom of the years\\nWith their best and brightest of blossoms\\nEnmoisten d with many-fold tears\\nTho frailsome and m.ute reminders,\\nTis all that we now can do\\nTo link the dead with the living,\\nTo link the tried with the true.\\nWe are come, O dearest departed.\\nCome to your low-made mounds\\nWhere the soft-voiced Southern breezes\\nWaft the sweetest, saddest of sounds\\nAnd we mingle our sighs and heart-songs\\nWith th flower scented summer air\\nIn reverence chant a requiem\\nTo the souls in the Everywhere.\\n[126]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "We leave you, O slumbering loved ones,\\nLeave you to rest and God,\\nWith the friendly flowerets as watchers\\nClose over your sacred sod\\nAnd we feel, from amid your mansions,\\nIn that mystical Land of Light,\\nYou greet our Odd Fellows offering\\nA tribute of Love and the Right.\\nLIFE.\\nO, life, I would live you again,\\nFor the sake of this one sunny day;\\nI would weep thro your sorrow and sin\\nJust to smile the few moments I may\\nFor an hour full of purest joy\\nWill live thro the stormiest day.\\nIn the morning w^e dream a fair dream.\\nIn the evening tis all passed away;\\nWhere all then was glitter and gleam\\nAre clouds of the gloomiest gray.\\nAnd we wonder if such is the world\\nStill on till the end of our stay\\nWe would bury our fears and defeats\\nIn the uttermost depths of the heart;\\nBut they re torn from their hidden retreats.\\nAnd again and again make us start,\\nTill our courage seems ebbing away\\nAnd, alone, we seem standing apart.\\n[127]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "We sigh, and we weep, and we moan,\\nWe re often unjust and unkind,\\nBecause all the seeds we have sown\\nAre not as we fancied to find\\nBecause we e er feel that we must\\nSubmit to a Mightier mind.\\nTis as easy to learn soon as late.\\nThat the good ever blends with the ill,\\nAnd to calmly and cololy await\\nThe clouds half our earth-span to fill\\nBut, may not some clouds be dispelled\\nBy a powerful sway of the will?\\nThere are many great acts and grand thoughts\\nThat spring from the depths of despair.\\nAnd the noblest characters wrought\\nHave the heaviest burdens to bear;\\nYet they rise from the slough of despond\\nThe highest of honors to wear.\\nThen we ll climb to the tall mountain top,\\nAnd thrust all the thistles aside,\\nAnd steadily rest on the rock\\nThat stands thro eternity s tide\\nBelieving the while that the good\\nAbounds thro the time we abide.\\n[128]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "UP OR DOWN?\\nUp, or down? is the question grave\\nThat in the quiet cometh to me.\\nYour better self will you seek to save\\nFrom the breakers wild and the sweeping wave,\\nOr will you sink neatli the surging sea\\nUp, or down? in my heart I ask\\nAy, questions hourly which it may be\\nAs in the sunbeams I softly bask.\\nAm I fulfilling my daily task\\nIn the fittest way now known to me?\\nUp, or down? in the mental march\\nAm I falling back Am I fighting on\\nAm I letting grand possibilities parch\\nOf a mind that tends to an onward march,\\nOr, are they climbing from dawn to dawn\\nUp, or down? in the mortal sphere\\nAm I forever to choose and will\\nThen let me choose, with a trembling fear.\\nTo live with a heart and a conscience clear,\\nWith never an act that is counted ill\\nUp, or down? in the daily fight\\nThe fearful fight that falleth to all\\nIn the world s wide view, and its secret sight,\\nDo I scorn the wrong and uphold the right,\\nTho in the efifort I faint and fall.\\n[129]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "up, or down? does my conscience tend\\nIs the higher Hfe of the gods its guide?\\nAy, with a will that naught can bend,\\nIt shall lift me up on up to the end\\nTo the ranks of those who are deified.\\nA LIFE PICTURE.\\nTreading, and treading, and treading\\nAlong the night-curtained street;\\nThoughtlessly thronging and threading\\nThe way with their wearisome feet.\\nHundreds of hurrying footsteps\\nSound on the hollowsome walks,\\nBut every sweet sound and its echo\\nMy life in its loneliness mocks.\\nThe Past, with its piteous picture.\\nAgain from its stronghold is wTung;\\nAnd the thoughts, it seems, of a lifetime.\\nAre trembling now on my tongue.\\nI see a fair boy oh, the beauty\\nThat beamed from that same boyish brow.\\nIt seemed that his innocent features\\nGleamed there in the gloaming just now\\nAnd his eyes, full of trust and so truthful,\\nShone right up again into mine,\\nAnd the smile still wreathed the rich rose-lips\\nThat marked him as something divine.\\n[130]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "Oh, how proud I was of my darhng\\nThe very soul-thought of my years,\\nAnd I watched the wee bud e er unfolding\\nWith a mother s deep infinite fears\\nTill I saw him step stepping quite slowly\\nAway from me, day after day.\\nAnd the boy was a boy, soon no longer.\\nBut a man in the manliest ways.\\nAnd, again I was proud of my darling,\\nProud of his strong, stalwart frame,\\nProud of his full, faultless manhood.\\nProud of his great future name.\\nAye, mothers are always thus hopeful,\\nAnd look on the bright sunny side\\nOf that that s nearest their life-dream,\\nAnd there set their love and their pride.\\nTwere better, sometimes, were it elseways,\\nAnd would save many heartaches and tears\\nBut this comes with age s deep wisdom.\\nWhich comes but in age s last years.\\nBut I turn again to my story\\nAnd shudder e en now, as I turn\\nFor the words that in anguish are uttered.\\nThro the folds of the future must burn.\\nTis a picture, O heart-broken mothers,\\nA picture too true to the life\\nTis a precious youth, mothers, while passing\\nThro a whirl-pool of struggle and strife.\\n[131]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "A struggle he strove to hide from me,\\nNo matter, how criminal the cost\\nHe would save me, he thought, from his heart s cares\\nOh, to think for his love he was lost\\nFor in trying to climb the steep life cliff\\nHe fell and how fearful the fall\\nYou will know, O sorrowing mothers.\\nWhen I have told all ah told all.\\nHe was brilliant and brave and ambitious.\\nYet, misfortune seemed e er by his side.\\nTill, in the depths of the life-denom liquor,\\nHe tried all his failures to hide.\\nAnd the failures still coming on faster\\nThe drink-passion seemed deeper set.\\nWhen one night I awoke from my slurnbers\\nOh! a night, friends, I ne er can forget\\nAnd there at the door, in the darkness,\\nStood men with my darling all white,\\nAnd ghastly, and blood-stained and stiffened;\\nO friends, twas a drunkard s last fight.\\nIs it strange that we mothers are doubtful\\nOf all that seems brightest and best\\nNo matter how great be the promise\\nTill the truth of it s put to the test\\nIs it strange that the glories of sunlight\\nAre seen through a mountain of mist.\\nWhen the eyes are worn weary from weeping\\nAnd crushed where once they were kissed\\n[132]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "I smile in a soft, saddened manner\\nLong since have I learned thus to smile\\nAnd I try now to think of my darling\\nApart from his guilt and his guile\\nTo think of his beautiful boyhood\\nOf his frank and winsome boy-ways,\\nOf a love deep, strong, soul-absorbing\\nFor his mother, thro all of his days.\\nMy prayers have been sad and unceasing,\\nA mother s whole soul in the plea,\\nAnd ne er shall they fail in their fervor\\nTill my being has ceased here to be.\\nSo I trust he s beyond the white portal.\\nIn all his manhood s fresh joy\\nFor I feel an all-merciful Father\\nIs minding a mother s lost boy.\\nA DIRGE OF AUTUMN.\\nGently falling, falling round us\\nIs the fading autumn leaf,\\nBringing with it sad remembrance\\nOf some day of greatest grief.\\nSlowly dying, dying round us\\nIs the shining summer flower.\\nAs it daily droops and withers\\nCome the thoughts of some sad hour.\\n[133]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "Slowly flutt ring, flutt ring round us\\nIs the songster of the spring,\\nTrilling low his farewell cadence\\nAs the song one used to sing.\\nCloser stealing, stealing round us\\nIs the chill of winter s breath.\\nAs it greets again the mourner\\nFresh are heard the sighs of death.\\nOh the crushing, crushing sorrow\\nOf each lonely, loving heart,\\nWhen the warning falls upon it\\nFrom your dear ones you must part.\\nSo are falling, falling round us\\nAutumn s flower and autumn s leaf,\\nAnd our tears, as mist, enwrap us\\nIn our great and ceaseless grief.\\nA SONG OF LIF^E.\\nOne by one the roses blossom.\\nSpreading far their fresh perfume,\\nSnowy, golden, purple petals\\nOh, how blissful in their bloom\\nOne by one the roses wither.\\nSlowly droop their shining forms.\\nOne faint breath perfumes the breezes.\\nAs they re strewn by summer storms.\\n[134]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "One by one the dew-drops sparkle\\nO er the mellow blue-grass mead,\\nGlint and glitter in the sunlight\\nAs from bondage they are freed.\\nOne by one the dew-drops vanish\\nCease to glisten and to glow,\\nGone to distant, dazzling cloud-realms,\\nLeaving burning swards below.\\nOne by one our hopes are brightened\\nBy the cloudless summer sky,\\nBy the light-winged form of Fancy\\nAs she starward swift doth fly.\\nOne by one our hopes are hidden\\nBy the clustering autumn clouds,\\nSoon, too soon, our whole heart-being\\nAll this gathering gloom enshrouds.\\nOne by one fair faces blossom\\nInto light and love and life,\\nSmile and sing in glee and gladness.\\nDreaming naught of stain or strife.\\nOne by one they pine and perish.\\nOnce the beauteous and the bright:\\nDeath has chilled the cherished faces\\nGone forever from our sight.\\n[135]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "REVERSES.\\nA little boot-black at the door\\nStood on that morn, as oft before\\nWith some timidity and pride\\nHe waited for the step inside\\nAnd hung his head the tears to hide.\\nThe wind was blowing bleak and chill\\nAs long he linger d on the sill,\\nWith fingers numb and frosted feet,\\nThat could no longer brave the street.\\nHe waited on poor Boot-black Pete\\nThe door was ope d. I came to-day,\\nHe then began to stoutly say.\\nTo do no work, but ask for bread\\nFor those who, by me, must be fed;\\nO, Man of Money, give us bread\\nYou good-for-nothing beggar boy\\nAnd do you dare to thus annoy.\\nWhile sleet and blast and snow-storm brew\\nDark curses on your craven crew\\nThe Moneyed Merchant, Frederick Freu\\nThe boy heard all without a word,\\nThought long and deep before he stirr d\\nThen turn d and smother d one great sigh.\\nWhile lurked a look within his eye\\nThat plainly said: Fll do, or die.\\n[136]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "Long years have waned one wintry morn\\nThere stopped a beggar-man forlorn,\\nA haggard, weary look he wore,\\nBefore a modern mansion door.\\nHe rang, then sank upon the floor.\\nA footstep quick, and welcome kind\\nSoon roused the weary Wanderer s mind\\nO, friend of fortune, then he said,\\nBehold this aged grief-grav d head.\\nAnd give a dying soul some bread.\\nCome in, the cheery voice replied,\\nAnd neath my roof rest and abide\\nI pray thee, friend, now eat and drink\\nAnd of thy troubles no more think\\nUntil the morrow s sun shall sink.\\nThe Western sun was lying low\\nBeneath a purple, golden glow;\\nDeath hover d in the evening air\\nAbove the wandering old man there,\\nWho mutter d in an undertone.\\nBetween each anguished, dying groan,\\nO friend, to you must I atone.\\nYears, years agone, when you were poor\\nI cursed and drove you from my door\\nI ve ages lived that wrong to rue;\\nAnd as I die, I pray that you\\nMay yet forgive poor Frederick Freu\\n[137]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "HE OWES NOT ANY MAN.\\nHe s just a plain old farmer\\nA-plodding life s rough way,\\nThro many fields and furrows\\nA-trudging day by day;\\nHis face is true and honest,\\nOn God s primeval plan\\nWith eyes that look straight at you.\\nFor he owes not any man.\\nHis heart s a strong and brave one,\\nAnd s battled year on year\\nWith trial and wind and weather.\\nWith poverty and sneer:\\nHis money-store is meager.\\nBut he s every bit a man\\nA prince, by that proud neighbor\\nWho pays not when he can.\\nAnd, sometimes, when I m passing.\\nHis honest face I see,\\nA lesson in contentment\\nIs written there for me\\nAnd, when the care-worn faces\\nOf other men I scan,\\nI wish each one could utter\\nI owe not any man.\\n[138]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "NOTHING GOES HARD WITH ME.\\nTwas but a workman on his way\\nFrom tiresome toil, to tea;\\nYet, in a cheery tone he sang\\nNothing goes hard with me.\\nI noted well the rough-hewn look,\\nThe awkward, untaught air.\\nThe spade and shovel on his back.\\nThe tangled, unshorn hair.\\nAnd these the thoughts that came uncalled\\nUnto my musing mind\\nWhere, in the higher walks of life,\\nCan we contentment find?\\nContent, in such a great degree.\\nAs this poor workman proves,\\nDwells constantly within the walks\\nWherein he daily moves.\\nHow many at the toilsome task.\\nThat each new day must bring.\\nCould learn from this poor laborer\\nTo be content and sing?\\nAnd find how light the v/ork would fall,\\nNo matter what it be.\\nWhile cherishing the workman s words\\nNothing goes hard with me.\\n[139]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "A LEAF FROM HEART-HISTORY.\\nIn the midst of Blue-grass beauties,\\nMirth and music, love and flowers,\\nWhere the fountains soft were playing\\nAnd their crystals fell in showers,\\nWith the moonlight faintly falling\\nO er a wealth of golden hair\\nCharming, as the scene around her\\nStood a maiden wondrous fair.\\nAnd beside her all enraptured\\nAs his dark eyes seem to say\\nSmiled a glorious type of manhood\\nSmiled as sunshine doth on May.\\nYouth ne er seemed more kind or comely,\\nNe er a heart more brave or true.\\nAs he graciously addressed her\\nAnd his glances longer grew.\\nSo they met this youth and maiden\\nHe so fond and she so fair\\nLove seemed smiling on the meeting.\\nLove seemed reigning everywhere.\\nWords soon lost their passing power,\\nAnd a sudden silence fell,\\nSuch as Cupid throws around him.\\nWhen he wields his mystic spell.\\nAnd the spark that Love had lighted\\nKept on growing day by day.\\nTill a strange and subtle something\\nO er each heart held surest sway,\\n[140]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "So, one eve while slowly strolling\\nThro the meadow dews .alone,\\nSoft he whispered to his darling,\\nE er to be all, all his own.\\nWith a woman s deep emotion,\\nWith a woman s love and trust,\\nThere, within the fading twilight\\nPledged she all till dust was dust,\\nThrobbing with its new-found treasure.\\nThrilling with its untold bliss.\\nAll her heart was glad and glowing\\nLove had crowned her with his kiss.\\nDays soon glided into week-tides,\\nAnd the lovers fonder grew,\\nTill the marriage-morn was spoken,\\nAnd it near and nearer drew.\\nOft he came, and ever lingered\\nLong and loving by her side\\nOft avowed that life without her\\nWere one desert vast and wide.\\nBut, one day a faint, faint whisper\\nCame she scarce knew when or how\\nThat the heart she fondly trusted\\nWas most false unto its vow.\\nStill the warning fell unheeded.\\nAnd the slander soon was spurned\\nFor with woman s true devotion\\nShe, to worship him, had learned.\\n[141]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "Ne er her faith a moment faltered\\nNe er a moment would believe\\nThat the hero, whom she worshiped\\nHe so saintly could deceive.\\nYet the maiden s sacred love-dream\\nSoon, too soon was doomed to die,\\nAnd her idol, torn and trampled,\\nAll within its ashes lie.\\nOh, the horror of that moment,\\nOh, the sudden, sick ning spell!\\nOh, the chilling of the life-blood\\nWhen the cruel heart-blow fell\\nOh, the misery and the moaning\\nOh, the bitter, scalding tears\\nOf that sou], engulfed in sorrow\\nNaught can know but passing years.\\nEvery shining dream was shattered,\\nEvery loving hope laid low;\\nAll one utter void of darkness.\\nWhere, before, was gladsome glow.\\nThen, can he who caused that sorrow,\\nHe so seeming brave and strong\\nCan his glaring guilt be pardoned?\\nCan he ever right his wrong?\\nWill the earth, with all its brightness\\nStill, for him, in splendor roll.\\nAnd his life be light and happy\\nWith this sin upon his soul?\\n[142]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "So they met, and so they parted\\nHe with all his guileful stains\\nShe her brightest days all blighted\\nOnly to her heart complains\\nAnd that heart, all crushed and bleeding,\\nFor a future doth await.\\nWhen the God of Love and Justice\\nMetes to each his fitting fate.\\nBROWN EYES.\\nSince their beauty beamed upon me,\\nThey have haunted heart and mind\\nSince their fullness faded from me,\\nRest nor pleasure can I find.\\nOh how cruel, cold and cutting\\nCan their silent language be,\\nAnd with what exultant feeling\\nEvery heart-pang do they see\\nAye, and trusting, true and tender,\\nCan their soul-lit glances fall,\\nPiercing thro the frail, frail fibers\\nOf affection s faithless wall\\nOh, those eyes of wondrous splendor,\\nGlorious as the orbs of night.\\nThrilling softly, ah, so softly\\nEvery heart-chord with their light\\n[143]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "Tell me not that this is fancy,\\nAnd those eyes hold not the soul\\nNothing save the stream immortal\\nFrom such darksome depths could roll.\\nThere the mind, in glowing grandeur.\\nBeams from out its cloud of clay.\\nRests upon the world and worldlings.\\nChanging darkness into day.\\nAnd the holy, highest archer\\nLaughing Love is there enthroned\\nWas there e er a hopeless heart-life\\nThat beneath this love-dart moaned?\\nAh, you tender, treacherous brown-eyes.\\nFull of love, and mind, and soul,\\nI repent it, yes, repent it\\nThat your light e er on me stole.\\nBut, anon, their gladsome glory\\nE en will fade and all be still\\nOf the lives they ve blest and blighted.\\nMay the good blot out the ill\\nBY MOONLIGHT.\\nThe full-orbed moon sends forth her rays,\\nFor love-inspiring theme,\\nWhile, near her throne, with winsome ways,\\nThe stars of Cupid gleam.\\n[144]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "Beneath an old elm, at the gate,\\nOf kind, protecting arms,\\nA maiden fair and delicate\\nAnd many maiden charms,\\nReclines upon a friendly knot,\\nFor weary wanderers kept.\\nAnd eagerly all else forgot\\nWaits for a coming step.\\nList soon there s wafted on the breeze\\nThat dear, familiar sound.\\nAnd, as it nears the old elm trees.\\nHer heart gives one great bound.\\nAnd when she sees his lofty form.\\nThat moon-beams lightly kiss,\\nTis then her heart, by love s wild storm.\\nIs rent in untold bliss.\\nShe knows no more\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but he is there,\\nThe hero of her dreams,\\nShe feels they breathe the same soft air.\\nBorne from Elysian streams.\\nThe music of his manly voice\\nFalls sweetly on her ear.\\nAs low he pleads to be her choice\\nHis lonely hours to cheer.\\nHer drooping eyes are raised to his\\nTheir depths the answer speak\\nHer heart is throbbing with its bliss.\\nThe roses tinge her cheek.\\n10 [145]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "But soon the soulful dream is o er;\\nThe parting hour draws nigh,\\nThe Ni2 ht her sable veil doth lower\\nThey see it with a sigh.\\nAnd as the moon-beams shyly shine,\\nEach loving brow to light,\\nOne fond farewell, one murmured Mine,\\nThen whispers of Good-night.\\nLOVE S TOKENS.\\nLong has it lain all silent,\\nWithin its resting place;\\nMong mangled flowers and jewels,\\nTorn gossamer and lace.\\nTis faded, crushed and crumpled\\nA little lifeless leaf,\\nYet, had it life to utter.\\nHow wild its wail of grief!\\nShe wore it on that evening\\nWhile strolling by the lake,\\nWhere the silvery waters echoed\\nLow whispers as they spake.\\nTwas but another heart s-ache\\nHe told, as others tell,\\nAs, side by side, they wander d\\nWhere the waters rose and fell.\\n[146]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "He plucked a rose and twined it\\nAbout her flowing hair;\\nNear the shining spray of ivy\\nThat closely nestled there.\\nTwas a careless little token\\nOf the love for her he bore\\nBut slowly she unwound it,\\nThen dropp d it near the shore.\\nAnd thus her silent answer\\nTo the burning words he spoke,\\nAs she turn d away, and left him\\nWith a heart forever broke.\\nStill later, on that evening.\\nIn misty, white array.\\nThe fairest mong the thousands,\\nShe wore the ivy spray\\nWhen thro the throng of glory\\nThere pass d a shudd ring sound\\nThe Lord of Rippling Waters\\nWithin the Lake is drown d.\\nOne stifl d groan escaped her,\\nOne gasping breath she drew.\\nThen all was dark and soundless\\nHad flown her spirit too?\\nOn the cloud-enshrouded morrow\\nAll cold and still he lay,\\nIn the festal hall of yestern\\nA soulless piece of clay.\\n[147]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "And early on that morning,\\nAs wan with memory s woes,\\nAlone she sought the lake-shore\\nAnd grasped a drooping rose.\\nLong years have wan d and wasted,\\nAnd to-day she brings to light\\nFrom a tangled mesh of laces\\nA leaf she wore that night.\\nSo the faded rose he gave her,\\nAnd the leaf, lie side by side;\\nThe bruised and bitter tokens\\nOf the Lover neath the Tide.\\nON THE GULF.\\nI gazed on the great world of waters\\nThat were sobbing on every side.\\nAs sank the sun and the moon arose\\nUpon the slow-swelling tide\\nAnd I saw many lives around me\\nUpon that wide, watery bed.\\nAnd studied their fresh, changeful faces\\nWhile wondering where they led.\\nThere smiled a Madonna-like maiden,\\nIn the brightest blossom of youth,\\nWith the blushes encircling her dimples,\\nIn her tender eye-depths the truth\\n[148]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "And I longed in my soul to clasp her\\nIn a kindly, protecting arm,\\nAnd shelter her life forever\\nFrom blighted hopes and from harm.\\nThen over against the strong bulwarks\\nStood a fearless young manly form,\\nThat dared the world and its workings\\nThro the calm, the breeze and the storm.\\nAnd I read in his deep-set glances,\\nIn the firm-pressed lips unbent,\\nOf a life of aim and ambition,\\nOf a soul of highest intent.\\nAnd Age was there with his ailings\\nSo helpless and weary and weak,\\nWith the best of life all behind him,\\nThe pallor of death on his cheek.\\nWhile near Age s side was a wee one\\nWith life just anew begun,\\nWith the strange wide world all before him.\\nAs R dream at the set of smi.\\nStill others were grouped there ah, many.\\nAnd each with some goal in view\\nSome leading far down to the death-shoals.\\nSome leading on up to the True,\\nAnd my soul cried out in its fullness,\\nO, great-liearted, dark, surging sea.\\nHow strange are the lives all about you,\\nAnd life what a deep mystery\\n[149]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "THE WORK OF THE FIRE-FIEND.\\nThe moon-beams of midnight shone mellow and pale,\\nThe west wind in fury was blowing a gale\\nAn evil foreboder of dark coming ire,\\nWhen arose on the wind shouts of fire! fire!\\nThe alarm bells are ringing their tones onward roll,\\nBreaking mournfully o er each shuddering soul\\nA tumult of terror is burned on each brow.\\nAs hastily is whispered Oh what where and how\\nAh soon comes the answer for thro the grim smoke\\nThe flames madly hissing, defiantly choke.\\nAnd higher, yet higher, hot clouds kiss the sky,\\nWhile man, in his anguish, for respite doth cry.\\nBut vain is his grief, for the old home is lost.\\nLike the ship of the seamen by wild waters tossed\\nThe timbers are sunder d, as the captive s strong chains,\\nAnd of structure so stately, but a fire-cloud remains.\\nThe fierce flames are sinking their fury is spent,\\nThe dark air no longer by fire-darts is rent\\nFrom out the grim ruins, now smouldering low,\\nCome faint gusts of smoke, and bright embers glow.\\nAgain for one moment the fiames leap on high,\\nThen falling back earthward, convulsively die;\\nThe first rosey rays of the uprising sun\\nMark the work of the demon, too faithfully done.\\n[150]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "THE EVIL OF THE AGE.\\nThe world moves ever on alike\\nThro old and modern times,\\nWith just the same of goodly deeds\\nAnd just. the same of crimes:\\nTis claimed that culture lessens crime,\\nYet scarcely seems it true.\\nFor, culture but in silence deals\\nMore deadly work to do.\\nThe struggling soul may strive to win\\nSome honor and renown.\\nThe busy brain may seek to wear\\nPhilosophy s bright crown,\\nYet should one rise one mite above\\nThe common ranks of men\\nTis envy that would pull him down\\nTo groveling dust again.\\nThen wonder there are bitter hearts.\\nOr wrecked the richest minds.\\nOr wonder that some souls are soured\\nAgainst all human-kind?\\nThe hopeful heart has been estranged.\\nThe searching mind found gall\\nAnd, be he high or be he low,\\nTis envy shackles all.\\nThe glad-souled girl all hope, all dream.\\nBut touches life s first bloom.\\nWhen suddenly tis torn apart\\nAnd trampled in the tomb.\\n[151]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "E en God s own minister is stabbed,\\nTho hidden is the hand\\nThat thrusts the dagger thro his heart,\\nAnd bids him fall or stand.\\nIn trade, in state, in books, in art.\\nIn every age and clime,\\nSince time and being first begun\\nAnd, till there be no time\\nThis hidden, hurtful, human blot.\\nThis most unholy ill\\nThe curse, the evil of the age\\nIs Envy, Envy still.\\nTHE MOST UNHAPPY OF MEN.\\nFor every pure moment of pleasure\\nThere are ages on ages of pain\\nI have felt the truth of this teaching\\nOver and over again.\\nI have turned from the world and its wisdom,\\nWith a dull and sickening sound\\nFor in every sweet-seeming chalice\\nThe bitterest dregs I ve found.\\nThey look with the eye of envy.\\nAs I tread my way through the throng,\\nAnd seem to say, as I m passing\\nOh, how to change places, I long\\n[152]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "Yet e en as they are watching and wishing,\\nMy life is all darkness within,\\nAnd I sigh they know not they envy\\nThe most unhappy of men.\\nI would be the lowest of beings,\\nThat creep through the world till they die-\\nThe serf, or the slave, or the outlaw,\\nOr anything rather than I.\\nSometimes I think twere a mercy.\\nIf man could be made without mind,\\nAnd then, perhaps, in his life course,\\nSome good that was fadeless he d find.\\nI would live all alone in a cavern,\\nOr dwell in the dreariest cell\\nE re I d swell the tide of the worldlings.\\nFor I know their miseries too well.\\nFrom the human heart in its falseness\\nThat greater grows every span,\\nI turn with a sob and a shudder\\nO God a most miserable man\\nIf I only could stop this fierce thinking,\\nCrush thought from this tired, restless brain.\\nPerhaps there would come a strange stillness\\nThat would lull the keen pangs of this pain.\\nIf it wevQ not too cruel I d stab it.\\nThis great spreading viper of thought;\\nAnd then what relief, O my heart-life.\\nWith a will and a stroke could be wrought\\n[153]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "Thus I weep and I wail in my anguish,\\nWhile every high impulse lies dead,\\nTill I halt with a remnant of reason,\\nAnd view all the future with dread,\\nThen wonder in soul-crushing sorrow.\\nThat will cease God only knows when\\nWhy the dark eye of envy should follow\\nThe most unhappy of men.\\nAU DESESPOIR.\\nLeah, darling, do you love me love me now as once you\\ndid\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLove me as I know you loved me, when a thought you never\\nhid?\\nDarling one, I almost doubt you doubt the heart that once\\nwas mine,\\nAnd the shadows fall upon me, where thy love was wont to\\nshine.\\nOh, how dismal is the darkness, when the clouds enwrap\\nthe day\\nOh, how mournful is the measure that must chant our hopes\\naway!\\nOh, how cruel is the demon that a hearths best love would\\ncrush\\nAnd the soul with sorrow burden, heav^y as the midnight s\\nhush\\n[154]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "Ah tis more than mortal feeHng, fused within this mortal\\nframe,\\nE er can bear without the bursting of some hidden fount of\\nflame,\\nWhere the passions love and hatred wildly strong come\\nwelling forth,\\nOver-rushing right and reason, crushing all that life is\\nworth.\\nSome have loved without this feeling, some have never felt\\nthe chill\\nWhen a heart has proven heartless, leaving naught the void\\nto fill.\\nBut with v,ie, tis woe, tis anguish thus to lose the life I\\nlove.\\nNor is there a being mortal who so dear can ever prove.\\nO, my darling, O, my Leah, soul of life and soul of soul,\\nCan I live without thy heart s love can such grief endure\\ncontrol\\nAre we severed nozv, forever, nor a tendril to entwine\\nHeart to heart and thoughts together, as when thou wert\\nmine all mine?\\nOthers now have soft caresses that were once all, all my\\nown;\\nBut, sad soul, why thus repining, why thus make thee such\\namoan\\nFor tis life to learn reverses and tis life to feel their stings,\\nNor a touch of sorrow sours us, but some after-sweet it\\nbrings.\\n[155]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "Then why mourn my missing heartmate? thus tis ever\\nwith the dear\\nThat we most caress and cherish, seldom Hngers long anear.\\nHush, O heart, and let my reason once again assume its\\nsway!\\nCease, O cease this selfish moaning and be gayest of the\\ngay.\\nWEARY.\\nOf m.y life I m worn and weary.\\nOf its course so dark and dreary,\\nOf its hours so long and lonely.\\nOf its woes that I know only\\nI am weary, oh so weary.\\nFm so weary thinking, thinking,\\nThoughts the same together linking;\\nNot a sound to touch or turn them\\nTill the moments seem to learn them-\\nI am weary, oh so weary.\\nI m so weary yearning, yearning\\nFor a something worth the earning,\\nFor a soul-need in the Ever\\nThat I see, but cannot sever\\nOh I m weary, oh so weary.\\nAnd I tire of turning, turning\\nLeaf on leaf of lofty learning;\\nInto mysteries tire of diving,\\nAnd for fame I tire of striving\\nOh I m weary, oh so weary.\\n[156]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "And of doubting and of dreaming,\\nOf the tru^, and of the seeming,\\nOf the vague that dares and daunts me,\\nOf a heart that ever haunts me\\nAh I m weary, weary, weary,\\nTHE LAST SONG OF A SUICIDE.\\nThe cares of Hfe have gathered fast\\nWithin the last few years.\\nAnd sickness comes on every blast.\\nWith sorrow, sighs and tears.\\nTwas not for me to fight with life\\nAnd all its woesome ways\\nI feel unequal to the strife.\\nAnd, therefore end my days.\\nIt may seem but a coward s part\\nI thus, in secret, act;\\nBut be it so, I long to go\\nThen do not bring me back\\nAh let the potent poison work\\nIts own weird, ghastly will.\\nFor I would be unchained and free,\\nOr e en, at least, be still!\\nOh, then, my friends dear friends I pray,\\nIn this last awful hour.\\nIf there s a Power supreme alway,\\nThen leave me to that Power.\\n[157]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "LINES TO MRS. L\\nTwas the brilliant young Star of the South-land,\\nWho stepped where the dainty lights danced,\\nWhose regal and rhythmical movements\\nAttracted, enraptured, entranced.\\nWith a voice sweet, swaying, magnetic,\\nWith an air that all language eludes\\nAnd merry, sad-hearted and wrathful\\nWas this mistress of all Nature s moods.\\nAs an artist she painted life s phases,\\nIts sympathies, joys and its woes,\\nWith their shadings of many emotions,\\nThat only a soul-artist knows.\\nAs an artist, with instincts the highest,\\nSo the highest she touched in each heart,\\nAn artist who makes it her mission\\nTo garnish and glorify art.\\nO daughter of Grace and of Genius,\\nWith laurels encrowned from afar,\\nWe hail you, in deep admiration.\\nOur Tragedy Queen and our Star.\\nONE EVENING.\\nThe curtains rise With lightsome tread,\\nWith supple form and well-poised head,\\nA fairy, from the elfin lands.\\nIn childish grace before us stands.\\n[158]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "The scene doth change A woman old\\nA bout with youth again would hold,\\nWith measured words to music set,\\nShe steps the stately minuet.\\nAnother scene The Comic Muse\\nRight merrily our senses wooes,\\nAnd all our being for the while\\nIs broadened into one great smile.\\nAnother change A pantomime\\nNearer my God peals forth the chime,\\nWhile tears begin to freely flow,\\nAnd spreads a great religious glow.\\nAgain a change The sculpture rare\\nFrom classic Greece is standing there\\nEach god and goddess breaks anew\\nUpon our dazed, enraptured view.\\nThe curtains close We sit entranced.\\nStill gazing where the Grecian danced\\nThen yield to one of nature s laws\\nBurst forth in one prolonged applause.\\nTWO OR THREE.\\nI had a dream one moon-lit night,\\nA dream both sweet and fair,\\nA vision fraught with loveliness\\nStood full before me there.\\n[159]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "She spoke in low and winsome tones,\\nAll grace she seemed to be,\\nAnd, from a store of kisses rare,\\nShe promised two or three.\\nThe vision bright and brighter grew.\\nAs I enchanted gazed.\\nTill earth seemed Eden all aglow\\nAnd gods its glories praised;\\nAnd, still bewitchingly she smiled.\\nAs one in greatest glee,\\nStill from her store of kisses rare\\nShe promised two or three.\\nAnd then I cried, Angelic maid.\\nOh, tantalize no more\\nBut bless me with three kisses, dear.\\nFrom out your dainty store\\nShe blushed and hung her head awhile,\\nThen sweetly smtiled on me.\\nAnd, from her store of kisses rare,\\nShe gave me two or three.\\nA VALENTINE.\\nTO DODDY.\\nWhy don t you come,\\nMy Doddy dear.\\nWhy don t you come to me?\\nFor don t you know,\\nMy Doddy dear,\\nFm dying your face to see?\\n[160]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "Where are you gone,\\nMy Doddy dear?\\nIsn t it rude and wrong\\nTo heed not the heart,\\nMy Doddy dear,\\nThat loves you the Hve-day long?\\nBut, never you mind.\\nMy Doddy dear,\\nKeeping last Valentine s vow;\\nFor Tm sure tis the truth,\\nMy Doddy dear.\\nLittle I care for you now.\\nWORK AND WAIT.\\nTis somewhere said that all things come.\\nHowever long or late\\nTo those who have the fullest faith\\nAnd calmly watch and wait;\\nBut I would change, by just a word.\\nThis long-accustomed way:\\nTis those who to their faith add work\\nThat come all things some day.\\nTis not the weak, who sit and sigh\\nIn idleness instilled,\\nAnd all inertly watch and wait,\\nWhose wishco are fulfilled;\\n11 [161]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "Nor those who rash and reckless cast\\nTheir fortunes full on Fate\\nNot these on whom earth s favors fall\\nE en should they always wait.\\nIn every hope-blest heart abides\\nSome dearly-treasured dream,\\nSome air or aspiration high\\nBeyond the common stream\\nAnd tis my faith -to realize\\nA hand of high estate\\nIn crowning efforts of these hearts\\nThe hearts that work and wait.\\nAbove us all, about each life\\nIs something of divine,\\nThat essence of the higher sphere\\nTo which all souls incline,\\nAnd tis my fond and firm, belief:\\nE en this imperfect state,\\nAll will be ours that is deserved\\nIf we but work and wait.\\nJUDGE NOT.\\nI had a friend, a youth-time friend.\\nThat I believed the truest, best;\\nBut when a day came to defend\\nShe fell away just as the rest\\nAnd so methought this truth is true\\nJudge not ye know not what ye do.\\n[162]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "With dumb, prest lips and aching heart\\nI bore this burden of a wrong\\nAil night it haunted sleep apart,\\nAnd pierced and pained the live-day long\\nO, human kind, I cry to you\\nJudge not ye know not what ye do.\\nHow strange, the friends in whom we trust,\\nAnd those to whom we closest cling\\nO, God, the misery that they must\\nBe e en the first to stab and sting\\nAnd still this solemn trust, so true\\nJudge not ye know not what ye do.\\nIN MEMORIAM.\\nFading and fading and fading\\nDaily before our eyes\\nDrooping and drooping and drooping\\nE en as a lily dies.\\nAnd trusting and trusting and trusting\\nRight into Paradise.\\nPatient and willing she waited\\nThe spirit its flight to wend,\\nPraying and praying and praying\\nFor her life-work, and for each friend,\\nAnd trusting and trusting and trusting\\nOn to the silent end.\\n[163]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "Death thus crept over the threshold\\nChilhng that heart so warm,\\nAnd died the Hght from the Hly\\nThis hly in human form\\nAfter a long, slow struggle\\nWith life and its stifling storm.\\nBeloved by all, and e er loving.\\nAs true as a friend could be,\\nThoughtful at all times of others\\nAnd ever ready was she\\nTo cover the frail and the faulty\\nWith the mantle of charity.\\nKnowing her worth each was better\\nAnd earth is better to-day\\nFor the constant, Christian example\\nOf her, who has passed away\\nAnd sweet will remain her memory\\nThro the ages hoary and gray.\\nWe would grieve for the broken lily\\nBut is it meet thus to grieve\\nWhen He, the all-wise of Fathers\\nCalleth a soul to leave?\\nWiser it were to rejoice much\\nAs the flowers for her tomb we weave.\\nOf all the white angels in Heaven\\nThat gather around the throne,\\nAnd chant thro ages eternal\\nOf the souls that have hither flown\\nThere never was purer or fairer\\nThan she who was once our own.\\n[164]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "The Click of the Rustic Gate.", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "O follow her fair example!\\nO follow her footsteps true\\nAnd live for the good of others\\nAye, do as Miss Willard would do-\\nAnd the holiest blessings of Heaven\\nWill glorify me and you.\\nO peace, sweet peace to her ashes\\nO rest to her soul, sweet rest\\nWe pray as the tears are flowing\\nFor her our bravest and best\\nO rest, O light, O glory.\\nThou brightest among the blest\\nTHE CLICK OF THE RUSTIC GATE.\\nThere rises a picture before me\\nA picture that s darkened and dim,\\nAnd the feelings of youth-time rush o er me-\\nA youth-time all hallowed to him.\\nAgain tis the hush of the gloaming\\nAnd my heart doth all eagerly wait,\\nAs I breathlessly look^ and then listen\\nFor the click of the rustic gate.\\nAnon sound the rust-hampered hinges.\\nAnd I smother a great boundless sob,\\nWhile a trem.or thrills thro my whole being\\nTill my heart-strings convulsively throb\\n[165]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "And I feel the glad light of his presence,\\nAs I list to the tread of his feet,\\nAnd my soul flows out in its fulness\\nIts mate and its master to meet.\\nAh, sacred too sacred for mention\\nAre words uttered low in the ear\\nToo sacred the troth of our soul-lives\\nFor aught but the night-winds to hear.\\nI know a content fell upon me,\\nAnd I tremulous tried then to pray\\nThat the perfect love-peace of that moment\\nINIight prove my sweet portion alway.\\nAre you waiting the end of my love-dream?\\nThe sobs choke my voice should I speak,\\nAnd the tears dim all the white pages\\nWhen the cause, to unburthen, I seek.\\nYet the moments have merged into ages\\nOr ages it seemeth to me\\nSince the click of the gate in the gloaming,\\nThat can never, ah never more be.\\nThose rapturous hours are all ended,\\nThose love-days long since died away,\\nAnd their memory is all that remaineth\\nOf my hero, who fell in the fray\\nAnd here, in my lone, loveless chamber\\nIn desolate sorrow I wait,\\nFor silent, forever is silent,\\nThe click of the rustic gate.\\n[166]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "I WILL BE TRUE.\\nThrough all the years that yet may be,\\nI will be true, my love, to thee\\nThrough all this mournful life of mine\\nMy heart will ever throb with thine\\nYes, I will be true, love,\\nI will be true.\\nLove s highest, grandest gifts I ve found\\nSince close to thine my heart was bound\\nThe nearest that I know of heaven\\nFrom thy great soul-life has been given\\nThen, I will be true, love,\\nI will be true.\\nThou st taught me faith, and truth, and trust,\\nIn judging hearts to e er be just;\\nThou st taught all these things far above\\nGod s greatest gift undying love.\\nO, I v/ill be true, love,\\nI will be true.\\nHow desolate would each day be\\nDid thou not give thy love to me!\\nThen could I from that being turn\\nFrom whom the best of life I learn?\\nNay, I will be true, love,\\nI will be true.\\n[167]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "Through all the years that yet may be\\nI will be true, my love, to thee;\\nAnd when we bid our last good-by,\\nTriumphant, e en in death, I ll cry\\nYea; I will be true, love,\\nI will be true.\\nIT S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.\\nI hear the folks complainin\\nAbout the world s new ways\\nHow things ain t as they used to be\\nIn all them good ol days\\nBut when I m lookin round me\\nAn peace and plenty see,\\nI m mighty meek an thankful\\nIt s good enough for me.\\nW y, there s ol wife, an Martha,\\nAn Mary, Bud an Bill-\\nAs nice a lot of chil ren\\nAs any house could fill.\\nThere s plenty in the cellar,\\nThe barn s full as ken be\\nThe world s new ways don t bother\\nIt s good enough for me.\\nIf folks would quit fault-findin\\nAn stop to think a spell\\nOf all the Lord has sent em\\nThey d feel uncommon well.\\n[168]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "So, I ll jest stick to the ol ways,\\nBut all the new uns see.\\nTake th world jest as I find it\\nIt s good enough for me.\\nTHE DAYS ARE DEAD.\\nAll gone those golden, gladsome days\\nThat filled the heart with flowing joy\\nThey faded fast, as sunset rays\\nWhen clust ring clouds their fires destroy.\\nThey winged their flight as summer birds,\\nWhen first the frost of autumn dawn,\\nFor scarce were caught their greeting words\\nEre they were gone forever gone.\\nBut why thus mourn their fleeting flight.\\nAnd why repine o er pleasures fled?\\nFor that most fair unto the sight\\nIs soonest past, is soonest dead.\\nTHE GIFTS OF A DAY.\\nA gleam of light from the love-world,\\nA world of love with the ray,\\nA smile, a glance and a tender touch-\\nThese were my gifts to-day.\\n[169]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "And life, at once, was a joy-realm,\\nIts cares all lay at my feet\\nAnd waked in my soul was a wild, glad song.\\nFor living seemed too sweet.\\nThen straight my heart turned to heaven\\nWith this brief, unuttered prayer:\\nWhen the angels come and guard me on Home,\\nMay these same gifts be there\\nTHERE S MORE OF GOOD THAN ILL.\\nSome days I ve noted well their way\\nThings lightly glide along\\nEach little task we undertake;\\nAnd some days all go wrong.\\nAnd we are prone to then proclaim\\nHow evil reigns but still,\\nIf all the ups and downs are told.\\nThere s more of good than ill.\\nSometimes the heartaches come o er quick.\\nGrief follows closely grief,\\nAnd disappointments great and small,\\nPursue without relief\\nAnd oft the stoutest heart grows weak,\\nAnd worn the strongest will\\nYet, when the tears and smiles are summed.\\nThere s more of good than ill.\\n[170]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "Sometimes a friend a dear, heart-friend-\\nIn whom we close confide,\\nWill turn all suddenly untrue\\nThen faith is cast aside.\\nSometimes the firmest friend is found\\nWhere least we thought; so still\\nIn friendship, and the heart of man,\\nThere s more of good than ill.\\nA FRIEND WHO IS A FRIEND.\\nA friend who s true will show it\\nIn a hundred ways unheard.\\nEvery movement, every action,\\nEvery thought, as every word;\\nA friend who is a friend, I say.\\nProves it in every word and way.\\nA friend who s worth the friendship\\nIs a life on which to lean\\nEven walking- closelv with us\\nAs a guiding soul unseen\\nFor a friend who is a friend, I say.\\nProves it in every word and way.\\nAnd in darkest hours of anguish\\nAnd our moments of despair\\nThis heart that s fond and faithful\\nW^ith its tenderness is there\\nAye, a friend who is a friend, I say,\\nProves it in every word and way.\\n[171]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "DREAMS FULFILLED.\\nI dreamed a dream one summer day\\nA dream it was of Love s sweet sway,\\nOf all the happiness he brings\\nUpon his iridescent wings.\\nYoung was my heart, and brimming o er\\nWith bliss, that but the young outpour\\nAll blessings, all things good and great\\nI dreamed would come could I but wait.\\nYears dawned and died, and all in vain\\nIn place of pleasure brought they pain.\\nTill dreams had changed to dull despair,\\nAnd shattered hopes were but my share.\\nYet still I waited year on year,\\nWhile shedding many a silent tear;\\nTill waiting trusting all the while\\nLove turned each tear into a smile.\\nAnd life, at last, grew full and fair,\\nLight with a love from everywhere\\nAnd in a wise, sweet quiet way.\\nMy dreams are all fulfilled to-day.\\n[172]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "MY VALENTINE.\\nA dainty maid is my Valentine,\\nAs fair as flower is she,\\nWith her gleaming hair\\nAnd her eyes so rare\\nAnd she s all the world to me.\\nA lily-heart has my Valentine,\\nAs true as the truth can be.\\nAnd she loves with a will\\nThat naught can still\\nAye, she s all the world to me.\\nO, a heart divine is my Valentine,\\nSuch as the angels see\\nAnd our souls are one\\nTill life is done;\\nFor, she s all the world to me.\\nA WORD AND A SMILE.\\nOnly a smile, but I held it\\nThe livelong day in my heart\\nOnly a word, but my soul is stirred\\nAnd formed of life s purpose a part.\\nSoftly the hours slipped onward.\\nSwiftly the dull work done,\\nAnd over again came the sweet refrain\\nA word and a smile make the sun.\\n[173]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "The night closed in and I counted\\nThe deeds of that wintry day\\nThey number d a score, and perchance even more\\nBut a word and a smile smoothed the way.\\nAnd methought, if on every morning\\nEach being would bear in mind\\nTo give some cheer to every heart here,\\nWhat a boon to burdened mankind\\nSYMPATHY.\\nGive to the world some gladness.\\nGive to the world some joy;\\nGive to each soul with its sorrowful dole\\nSomething its grief to alloy.\\nShare with the world your sunshine,\\nShare with each heart your grace\\nFor little you know of the wearisome woe\\nThat finds in each heart-life a place.\\nLift from the lame their burdens,\\nLift up the wayward and weak\\nHow easy we find if we re only inclined\\nTo smypathy give as they seek.\\nHelp with your cheer the strongest.\\nHelp with your hope the fair\\nFor many souls grieve whom most we believe\\nAre happy and free from care.\\n[174]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "Give to the world some gladness,\\nGive it to all mankind\\nFor the more we give the more we receive,\\nAnd the more of Christ-love we find.\\nMY OTHER SELF.\\nNo matter how it rains and pours.\\nNo matter what the weather\\nIf sun or snow, or weal or woe\\nSo we are here together.\\nJust so my other self is near\\nThe heart I hold and cherish.\\nWhose every throb and thought is mine-\\nAll else on earth may perish.\\nNo matter how myself I love,\\nAnd chafe at bond and fetter\\nYet come what will, e en love I still\\nThat other-self the better.\\nSo all our days pass on in peace,\\nWith naught of pain or pouting.\\nAnd each to each is all the world,\\nWithout ado or doubting.\\n[175]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "HOW MUCH.\\nHow much we find in life to love,\\nHow much to charm and cheer;\\nFor something of the higher state\\nIs stamped on each thing here.\\nHow miich of kindness in each heart,\\nHow much of constancy\\nAnd all the better attributes\\nThat for our blessing be\\nHow much of good we daily see\\nIn nature s every plan\\nHow much of faith and sacrifice\\nIs daily seen in man\\nYet oft from these we turn aside.\\nThe flaws and faults to find,\\nInstead of heeding all the while\\nThe good of humankind.\\nHow much our mental mold depends\\nUpon our constant plan\\nOf either recking up the wrong.\\nOr but the right in man\\nAnd much our whole existence here\\nIs governed by the way\\nWe con the evil or the good\\nThat Cometh with each day.\\n[176]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "MINOR CHORDS.\\nThis life is made of minor things,\\nOf such as each new morrow brings,\\nAnd drift on through the day\\nAnd with the least of thought and care.\\nIn placing ever first the fair,\\nWe make it bright as May.\\nIf but a bloom of violet.\\nIt will dispel some heart s regret\\nAnd make some sweet, glad thought\\nIf but a swaying wild-bird s song,\\nIt e en will quell some passion strong\\nAnd peace bring all unsought.\\nIf but a willing well-meant w^ord.\\nThe tears in some sad soul are stirred,\\nAnd comfort forms its part\\nIf but a manner bright, sincere,\\nIt e en will help some lone life here\\nAnd fin with hope some heart.\\nOur life-song s much made up of these\\nEvents in minor chords and keys\\nThat seem of im^port small\\nThen why not mind, O friends, the more\\nThe little things in life s great store.\\nWhich, in the end, make all\\n12 [177]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "SOMETIMES.\\nSometimes when most I long and try\\nTo please some much-loved friend,\\nWhen all is meant\\nWith good intent\\nSometimes I must offend.\\nSometimes when duty I desire,\\nAnd but my duty do.\\nWhen every deed\\nIs some one s need\\nMy course I m made to rue.\\nSometimes when all my soul s deep love\\nGoes out to some dear heart,\\nWhen every thought\\nWith love is fraught\\nSometimes I m set apart.\\nSometimes how often tis the way\\nWhen doing e en my best,\\nSome one will say.\\nIn thoughtless way,\\nA word that chills the breast.\\nSometimes some ways we re all misjudged,\\nNo matter what we do;\\nBut come what may.\\nThro darkest day\\nThe right I ll still pursue.\\n[178]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "HEART STABS.\\nHow many start out in the morning\\nFilled with the kindest intent;\\nYet ere the short day\\nHas faded away\\nA stab to some heart have sent.\\nHow many a heart wakens happy,\\nWith the freshness of life all flushed\\nWhen that cruel blow\\nStops the spirits flow\\nAnd an innocent heart is crushed.\\nO friends, ye kind-natured, but careless,\\nReck of the wrong ye do.\\nWhen plunging in night\\nThe heart that was light\\nBy a thoughtless word or two\\nONE HEART.\\nThere is of the beautiful things.\\nOf the blessings that oft to me fall,\\nOf the lives that have circled with mine-\\nOne heart that I prize over all.\\nThere is of the true and the tried.\\nOf the hearts that respond to each call,\\nOf the friendships, and pledges of faith\\nOne heart that is truest of all.\\n[179]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "Whatever on earth may betide\\nNo matter what fate may befall\\nI know, as I know nothing else\\nOne heart will be true throuofh it all.\\nI know, from the first to the last,\\nEven unto Eternity s shore.\\nThrough the depths and the darkness of death-\\nOne heart will be true evermore.\\nAnd, into the realms of the blest\\nBeyond the mysterious blue.\\nE en so long as divine love exists\\nThat heart still, I know, will be true.\\nREGRET.\\nIf we could go back and straighten\\nThe tangled web of the years\\nIf we could go back and soften\\nSome of the heartaches and tears;\\nIf we could return and linger\\nWhere faltering footsteps have trod,\\nHow much less for self our service,\\nHow much more of work for God\\nIf we could caress the forehead,\\nAnd kindly kiss the cold cheek\\nIf we could awake the heart-strings\\nThat no longer for solace seek\\n[180]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0200.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "V~\\nThe First Mock Bird.", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0201.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0202.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "If th years could wend their way backward-\\nTlie Past and the Present be one\\nHow much would we do, O, soul-life\\nHow much would we leave undone\\nTHE FIRST MOCK-BIRD.\\nAgain I hear that voice so dear,\\nThat voice so full, and fresh, and free\\nThat seems alone for me to hear.\\nThat seems a heart-balm but for me.\\nEach year he comes, and sits and sings\\nUpon the selfsame old pear bough,\\nAnd right into my heart he rings\\nA happiness I know but now.\\nEach year he comes, and brings, it seems,\\nA sweeter, brighter, better song;\\nEach thrilling note awakes new dreams.\\nAnd heav nly hopes rise in their throng.\\nAnd so I ve learned to watch his ways.\\nAnd long have learned to love his voice,\\nFor, oft when darkest are the days.\\nHe makes my sadden d soul rejoice.\\nHow oft we find as small a thing\\nAs but a mock-bird s changeful song\\nWill shift the shadows from the spring\\nAnd make us glad the live-day long.\\n[181]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0203.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "ONE SUMMER DAY.\\nThe sun gleam d bright thro bends of blue,\\nCaress d and kiss d the hng ring dew,\\nA mock-bird felt the thrill and found\\nA vent for love in sweetest sound\\nOne summer day.\\nA heart was touched and set a-tune,\\nImmortal love breathed forth, a boon\\nTo light and gild and glad the way\\nThro all this tearful, earthly stay\\nOne summer day.\\nOh, for a joy divine alway\\nOh, for the love of that one day!\\nThe sweet content, the mock-birds sing.\\nStill thro my life is lingering\\nOh, summer day\\nWELCOME.\\nWe welcome you, O friends to-night,\\nFrom Camp and calm retreat,\\nEach brave-souled bent Confederate form\\nRight gladly do we greet\\nAgain as in the years agone,\\nLoved comrades in the fight,\\nWith silent, mournful clasp of hands\\nTheir broken bands unite.\\n[182]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0204.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "We welcome you, O Daughters, fair.\\nOf fathers of much fame;\\nEach has a passport to our heart\\nThro a noble father s name.\\nYou come, as brilliant summer flowers,\\nTo represent our brave,\\nAnd, as the true unto the true,\\nWe welcome to you wave.\\nO welcome. Sons of Veteran sires,\\nSons of the heroes slain.\\nFull well your fathers fought and fell,\\nOn many a height and plain\\nAnd for their sakes we greeting give,\\nThen greet you for your own\\nFor each is worthy of that sire\\nNow marked by battle-stone.\\nWe welcome you, O Veterans grand,\\nProud remnant of the Gray,\\nWith pride we grasp each withered hand\\nAnd bless, with us, your stay;\\nOur hearts swell high with loyal love\\nFor each Confederate brave,\\nWho sacrificed his home, his all\\nOur Southland s Cause to save.\\nYe gallant, honored, war-scarred few\\nOf all that sacred trust\\nOur reverence and our prayers are yours\\nTill dust commingles dust\\n[183]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0205.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "And when some day you Ve all marched home\\nTo meet your comrade band,\\nWe ll mourn the truest, bravest, best\\nOf all our Southern land.\\nThrice welcome, all ye Veterans Gray,\\nThis sacred summer eve,\\nTis half in smiles and half in tears\\nYour presence we receive.\\nThe pain and sorrow of the past\\nAre with the present yet,\\nAnd tho we try to hiry all\\nWe cannot quite forget.\\nAnd tho we speak in accents sad\\nAnd sorrow fills our voice,\\nWe would, O valiant Veteran Grays,\\nBid you, in peace, rejoice\\nAnd tho we come all tearfully\\nAs oft the tender do\\nRemember that our woman s heart\\nMost warmly welcomes you!\\nBROKEN HEART-TIES.\\nThe gift you gave is long since broke\\nSeared by the soulless words you spoke\\nThe shattered bonds now lowly lie,\\nAnd with them fondest hopes all die.\\n[184]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0206.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "O, for the Vv^oe so sudden sent;\\nO, that the ties so rudely rent\\nCould once again by love be bound,\\nThen bliss, in truth, I would have found.\\nTHE WORLD MOVES ON.\\nWhat yesterday was someone s joy.\\nOr to-day is someone s shame.\\nTo-morrow lies neath new events\\nThe shadow of a name.\\nEach one believes that all the world\\nIs watching his small part\\nHis blooming or his blighted hopes.\\nHis glad or broken heart.\\nHow little heed is given these.\\nIf we could realize,\\nWould change some of our thoughts from earth\\nTo thoughts of Paradise.\\nUNFORGOT.\\nForget thee No \\\\/Vhile faith is mine\\nI ll cling to thy fair face;\\nMy every deed, and thought divine\\nThy image doth embrace.\\n[185]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0207.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "Forget thee No While hope and love\\nEntwine us heart to heart,\\nAnd naught beneath the bending skies\\nMy soul from thine can part.\\nForget thee No While life is mine\\nNo matter where I be\\nIn Arctic s snow or Africa s shine,\\nThou rt not forgot by me.\\nTO ONE AWAY.\\nWhen daylight is waning, my dearest.\\nAnd I dream in a half-wistful way;\\nWhen quiet its vigil is keeping\\nThen, dear, you seem by me to stay.\\nWhen some days dawn gently and joyous,\\nWith never a toil or a tear,\\nAnd my heart is all lightsome and loveful\\nThen, dearest, I know you are near.\\nAnd often, when hope seems unfettered\\nAnd further and further to flee.\\nWhen sorrows come closer and closer\\nThen, dear, you seem nearest to me.\\nAnd time after time when the shadows\\nHave hidden the good and the true,\\nAnd life seemed a long, lonely burden\\nThen, dearest, Fve turned luito you,\\n[186]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0208.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "And swift came your soul, as in answer,\\nBy right of some power divine\\nSo I know, dear, through day and through darkness,\\nYour spirit guards constantly mine.\\nAnd my life, by your love, is uplifted,\\nAs daily it groweth in grace\\nAnd when this time-course is completed\\nO, still by my side keep your place\\nOVER THE WAY.\\nOver the way is a pair of blue eyes\\nBlue as the bending vault above.\\nAnd my heart goes out in a glad surprise.\\nAs I, someway, feel it very wise\\nThat we re commanded our neighbors to love.\\nOver the way is a pair of rose lips\\nRosy as life in its faultless dawn,\\nAnd a humming-bird oft their sweetness sips\\nAs the maid caresses its feather-tips\\nO happiest bird of the blossomed lawn\\nOver the way is a soft, sweet voice\\nSuch as the angels are calling in,\\nAnd my heart cries out to its only choice\\nWith the fervent trust to, for aye, rejoice\\nIn the noblest prize that a man may win.\\n[187]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0209.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "Over the way is a womanly heart,\\nWith a woman s courage the world to face,\\nWith a noble nature to do her part\\n(Tho the task cause often the tears to start,)\\nWith a woman s will and a woman s grace.\\nOver the way is a busy young brain\\nThat seems my innermost soul to know,\\nFor it helps me up to a higher plane\\nThan ever I else could hope to gain\\nWith this fallen nature, my ceaseless foe.\\nOver the way I sigh and say\\nThere is my heaven of hope and heart\\nShe silently points to the safest way,\\nAnd of the life I am leading to-day\\nMy thoughts of her are the better part.\\nOver the way it seemeth to me\\nOf womanly souls is the one most true\\nThe noblest, the purest, the best, is she.\\nAnd is all man wishes a woman to be\\nWliile striving his share in life to do.\\nO, womanly love, to light me on\\nThro the darkest days of our earthly span.\\nWould I go astray Would I dare do wrong,\\nWith her so seemingly weak, yet strong\\nForever upholding her fellow-man?\\n[188]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0210.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "NO MORE.\\n(In Memory of Capt. Bmmet L- Ross.)\\nNo more the bells toll, toll, no more\\nAnother great soul gone,\\nIn all the majesty of life.\\nCut down, as flowers at dawn\\nWithout a warning word he went\\nTo meet his Judge, his God,\\nAnd he so honored and beloved\\nSleeps neath the summer sod.\\nNo more Another hero falls\\nWith face unto the foe\\nA gallant chieftain in the cause\\nThat wrought the South such woe.\\nAs brave in war, so brave in peace,\\nAnd good and true as brave;\\nFull many will the tear-drops be\\nThat fall upon his grave.\\nNo more to meet familiar friends\\nWith bright and beaming eye\\nNo more to clasp the friendly hand\\nIn welcome or good-bye\\nThe genial look and smile are gone\\nThat often went to bless,\\nAnd all m.ust miss the royal Ross\\nThe Poet of the Press.\\n[189]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0211.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "No more to hear the winsome words,\\nAs rippHng waters fell,\\nFrom one most gracious in all gifts\\nThat poesy can tell.\\nWill any feeling heart forget\\nThe Sock that Baby Wore?\\nHe s gone to join that shining one\\nOn life s eternal shore.\\nNo more the saddened songsters sigh-\\nWe ve lost one of our peers\\nHis sweet soul-verse no more will bring\\nForth laughter and then tears\\nHis brilliant pen is palled and still.\\nHis thoughts all hushed to rest,\\nAnd man, perhaps, of them has lost\\nThe purest, brightest, best.\\nNo more on earth to meet, no more\\nThen toll, ye woe-bells, toll,\\nSend forth thy saddest requiem\\nFor this grand, gifted soul\\nAnd let the sons and daughters true.\\nOf Mississippi State,\\nChant dirges for departed Ross,\\nWho lived and died The Great.\\n[190]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0212.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "GROWING TOGETHER.\\nGrowing together, day by day,\\nHe of September, she of the May,\\nEver their hearts with love atune,\\nJoyous their hves as days of June.\\nGrowing together hearts and minds.\\nEach unto each, responsive finds\\nHow Hghtly falleth the weight of hfe,\\nWhen growing together man and wife\\nGrowing together, e en in age.\\nFull, unto ripe, the last life-stage,\\nSleeping together under the sod.\\nGrowing together still with God.\\nSWEETHEARTS.\\nTis said tis ever a pretty sight\\nTo the aged heart, as the young,\\nTo sweethearts see\\nWho lovingly\\nSpeak more with eyes than tongue.\\nA sight to feast e en the angels fair\\nIs the innermost love of youth\\nHalf bold, half shy,\\nAnd imbued wholly\\nWith the very soul of truth.\\n[191]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0213.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "Aye, a goodly sight, O life of life,\\nIs a sweetheart s first-love plight;\\nBut e er to me.\\nOf scenes I see,\\nThe sweetheart-husband and sweetheart-wife\\nIs by far, the prettiest sight.\\nTHE LITTLE THINGS.\\nThere are vast events that startle and stound\\nBy sudden ends gained or lost\\nBut, O, my heart tis the little things.\\nWith their suaging sweets and stubborn stings,\\nWhich count up, at last, the cost.\\nA careless word and its tone are oft\\nThe keynote of character.\\nAnd a lifelong work cannot efface\\nThe thoughtless word that has left its trace\\nOn all that may aft occur.\\nThe smallest act, e en, will indicate\\nThe depths of a soul deep-wrought;\\nAnd we sometimes find, from an accident,\\nThe real in a life before unbent.\\nThe divine where least twas thought.\\nTis my careful custom and constant creed\\nTo note more the still than the sounding deed,\\nThere to search for sincerity;\\nAnd thro life s phases those best I find\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOf noblest nature and noblest mind\\nWho to little things give heed.\\n[192]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0214.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "So the little hopes and the little fears,\\nAnd the sometime joys and the sometime tears,\\nSoon the fulness of life decree\\nAnd the wee good deeds begun while below\\nWill gather and gain and continue to grow\\nTill they reach to eternity.\\nAN IDYL OF THE SPRINGS.\\nI gazed where nature sat enthroned\\nUpon the green-hued heights,\\nA dream I dreamed\\nThat sweeter seemed\\nAmid these soulful sights.\\nA dream of love, all sanctified\\nBy nature s smile divine,\\nWhile thro its throng\\nOf sweets the song\\nOf mock-birds sought to twine.\\nAnd there, methought, mong fern and flower,\\nAnd half-hid nook and stream.\\nAnd kissing breeze\\nAmong all these\\nLives Love, the one, supreme.\\nFor what were life without this love\\nAnd hearts that know it not?\\nEarth s best they lose\\nWhose hearts refuse\\nThe love that is their lot.\\n13 [193]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0215.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "So nature doeth well her part\\nTo bring forth all that s best\\nOf humankind,\\nBoth heart and mind,\\nAnd leaves to man the rest.\\nTHE VOICE.\\nThere is a voice, a silent voice,\\nThat s heard but in my heart.\\nAnd yet, of all my busy life,\\nIt forms a potent part.\\nIt comes when silence dense and deep\\nReigns in my heart, supreme;\\nIt comes when realistic life\\nJust borders on to dream.\\nAnd e er in accents all distinct,\\nWith never trace or clew,\\nThis mute, unerring, mystic voice\\nDefines what I shall do.\\nAnd oft repeats the little ills,\\nThe crosses and the care\\nAre but the contrasts and the shades\\nTo all the joys we share.\\nAnd that tis best though unbelieved\\nWhatever fate may send.\\nThat good and ill are intertwined\\nFor some purpose some wise end.\\n[194]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0216.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "MY PREFERENCE.\\nYou may talk of the fine, finished adept in art,\\nOf the beauteous sorceress of song\\nYou may talk as you please\\nOf their grace and their ease.\\nAnd the praise of their efforts prolong\\nYou may laud to the stars the master of mind,\\nThe cunning of accent and speech.\\nLet plaudits arise\\nTo the dome of the skies\\nFor the art and the action of each\\nAnd while filling the world with a wonder and awe,\\nNot here is full heart-faith oft found\\nThen e er for my part\\nGive the tired and true heart\\nThat with Christ-loye is constantly crowned;\\nThat liveth each day an unselfish, sweet life.\\nThat thinkest of each one the best;\\nAnd, as they unfold,\\nEach thought is pure gold.\\nAnd in keeping with all of the rest.\\nWith never an accent accounted unkind,\\nWith ever the heart-touch that cheers\\nO, if there were more\\n\u00c2\u00a5/ho the Christ-jewel wore.\\nHow much fewer the heartaches and tears\\n[195]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0217.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "SUMMER SUNSHINE.\\nA dainty bit of sunshine she,\\nThe very brightest that can be,\\nA-sparkHng here and sparkhng there\\nAnd leaving sunshine everywhere\\nO gladsome summer-girl\\nHer heartaches all are left behind,\\nAnd hearts anew she seeks to find\\nShe casts all care far out at sea\\nAnd brings but bliss to you and me\\nO happy summer-girl\\nThen turn ye not with doubtsome smile\\nFrom her whose soul is free from guile,\\nWhose girlish spirit God intends\\nShall charm and cheer where er He sends-\\nO sweet-souled summer-girl\\nSo peeping in and peeping out\\nAnd making better all about.\\nAs glad and gay as summer song\\nE en strewing sunshine all along\\nIs she O summer-girl\\nDECREE NOT ALL TO DESTINY.\\nSometimes a nature, deeply soul-endowed,\\nIs called to do some deed accounted great;\\nAnd by this wondrous will mankind is bow d,\\nAnd nations startle at such vast estate\\nYet sayeth some Tis Destiny.\\n[196]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0218.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "Sometimes a nature tender and sweet-strung\\nGives vent to grandest symphony and song\\nAnd with this heaven-born gift, all holy sprung,\\nThe masses sweeps, and holds enthralled the throng\\nYet sayeth some Tis Destiny.\\nSometimes a nature all surcharged with good,\\nHath wrought unfading works for pious praise\\nAnd, for the world s uplifting, willing would\\nE en sacrifice the best and brightest of his days\\nStill sayeth some Tis Destiny.\\nO, friend, why not to thy fellow-friend accord\\nThe greatness and the goodness of his deeds?\\nAnd why not give to Genius, God-endowed,\\nThe purest justice for which he constant pleads?\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFor Genius is not Destiny.\\nO, friend, it is not chance that chains us here.\\nNot accident nor incident that bounds and binds\\nBut tis the God-gift that doth thence appear\\nAnd by its own fell force an outlet finds\\nDecree not all to Destiny.\\nTHE LAST MARECHAL NIEL.\\nIt came, as oft cometh kind tokens,\\nFrom the hand of a fond-hearted friend.\\nJust bearing and breathing this message\\nTis my Marechal Niel I now send.\\n[197]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0219.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "It came with its warm wealth of sunshine,\\nIt came with its great shower of gold,\\nAnd said I, O radiant Rose-Queen,\\nWhat joy in your heart you must hold\\nO, the glad little song\\nThat must leap all along\\nFrom the happy, full heart you enfold\\nO offspring of sky and of sunset,\\nWith their glow and their glitter and gleam.\\nYou were crowned by the High Hand of Heaven\\nAs the queen of Divinity s dream\\nAnd while trailing your rare golden garments\\nO er the grounds of the loveful and leal\\nYou caught up their own priceless perfume\\nAnd bring it to me Marechal Niel\\nO, the heart-balm you bring\\nAs I close to you cling,\\nO lovely and last Marechal Niel.\\nSo methinks e en the least little creature,\\nMethinks the least line of God s plan\\nIs placed here for purpose and pleasure\\nAnd all for the uplift of man.\\nTis so with the brooks and the blossoms.\\nAnd the birds with their plaintive appeal\\nEach mite has its God-given mission.\\nAnd so with this last Marechal Niel\\nO joy is your way\\nYour golden gleams say,\\nO loyal, last rose, Marechal Niel\\n[198]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0220.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "THE BABY IN BLUE.\\nThere came to my door one morning\\nA bonny-eyed babe in blue,\\nHow saucy and sweet\\nFrom head unto feet\\nLooked this fair Httle figure in blue\\nTwas a picture to bless and brighten\\nThe hungriest heart of hearts,\\nThis wee bit of blue,\\nWith great eyes so true.\\nWith cunning and countless baby arts.\\nI gazed on the beauteous being\\nNeath her bonnet of baby blue,\\nAnd mused on the mind\\nThat was there enshrined\\nAnd longed, in my heart, to hold it true.\\nAnd I said, while softly caressing\\nThis star of the angel throng,\\nO, dear little one,\\nFrom the realms of the sun.\\nForever linger with us along.\\nO, know not we all some treasure,\\nIn the beautiful baby-land.\\nWhere flawless and fair.\\nAs a jewel rare.\\nIt giveth gladness to some home-band I\\n[199]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0221.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "THE FIRST HYACINTH.\\nIt timidly raised its fair little face,\\nI tenderly touched its brow,\\nSo cold and so white,\\nFrom the frosty night,\\nIt shivered and shrunk in its biding place.\\nAnd tho by passers all day oppressed,\\nTho pinched by the cutting cold.\\nYet day after day\\nIt worked up its way\\nTill it burst in beauty by all confessed.\\nWhat dreams it foretold of the spring-tide days\\nWhat promise of perfect joy\\nWhen the May-time sun\\nCalls to life not one.\\nBut a thousand flowers in a thousand ways\\nO hail little hyacinth, pure and white.\\nAn omen of warmth are you\\nFrom your snug bed of snow\\nYour waxen cheeks glow\\nAnd bid us abide the coming light.\\nAnother life-lesson I ve slowly learned\\nFrom the ways of this wintry flower:\\nWith purpose and will\\nThe frailest may fill\\nSome lone heart s need, and to help be turned.\\n[200]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0222.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "THE CHRISTMAS MESSAGE.\\nAn angel op ed the jeweled door\\nOf Christ s celestial span\\nAnd this the message sweet she bore\\nUnto the heart of man\\nFrom shore to shore the wide world o er\\nPeace and good will to man.\\nAnd every tongue throughout the earth\\nTook up the tidings old,\\nAnd everywhere the joyous birth\\nAgain was gladly told\\nTill peace was felt and good will dwelt\\nIn every shepherd s fold.\\nThe stars caught up the solemn sound,\\nThat sped throughout their span.\\nTill one triumphant peal went round\\nThe realms of God and man,\\nAnd so this day full joy hath sway\\nWithin the heart of man.\\nAnd still the angels chant and chime\\nThe tidings ever dear.\\nThat Christ, the great white Christ sublime,\\nIn holiness is here\\nAnd all doth bless, in tenderness.\\nWith peace, good will and cheer.\\n[201]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0223.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "IT SEEMETH THUS.\\nThe days drifted by\\nSeem ever most blest,\\nThe furthest ones flown\\nThe balmiest, best\\nAye, the older they grow\\nThe better they seem,\\nAs something soft-pictured\\nThat s drawn in a dream.\\nI turn to a face\\nIn its framing of white\\nThe yield of the years\\nFor e er taken flight;\\nI list to the words\\nOf the face in th frame\\nAs she dwells on the deeds\\nOf her daring grand-dame.\\nOf the fearless girl-feats\\nPerformed years agone.\\nWhen the star of some State\\nWas beginning to dawn\\nOf gay feasts and frolics\\nThat fell to her share\\nAs such, of the present.\\nCan never compare.\\nHow deftly she touches,\\nIn quiet, quaint way,\\nOn the modes and the manners,\\nAnd men of her day\\n[202]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0224.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "How the time-faded features,\\nIn setting of wliite,\\nGlow with graces anew\\nAs the past leaps to light\\nThe wild-flowers bloomed brighter\\nAnd more, seemed to bring.\\nThe birds, all mifettered,\\nSeemed sweeter to sing,\\nAnd the green of the fields,\\nThe blue of the sky\\nWere greener and bluer\\nIn days drifted by.\\nHow humanity s heart\\nWas untrammeled and true.\\nAnd pioneers lived\\nFor the good they could do\\nSo seemeth to age.\\nAs reaching near rest,\\nThe days long agone\\nAre ever the best.\\nBOYS, TAKE YOUR MONEY HOME.\\nBoys, take your money home,\\nDon t wildly waste it here\\nOn drink and cards, and something worse-\\nPoor substitutes for cheer\\n[203]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0225.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "How little pleasure in the end\\nCan low-bought vices bring;\\nHow bitter is their after-taste,\\nHow deadly is their sting\\nBoys, take your money home,\\nThat you so nobly earned\\nNor spend one penny in a cause\\nLess noble proudly spurn\\nThe tempter, and temptation s wiles.\\nThat wait on every side,\\nAnd turn, O boys, to better things.\\nAnd firmly there abide.\\nBoys, take your money home.\\nTo some fond mother-heart\\nThat sobbed in silent mother-woe\\nWhen you were doomed to part.\\nO boys, your mothers need your help\\nIn many walks and ways.\\nJust as they need your strong young love\\nTo light their darksome days.\\nBoys, take your money home.\\nTo some sweet sister dear,\\nWhose little wants, if you but knew.\\nWhen filled, would give such cheer\\nUnto your heart, as ne er you found\\nFrom smoke, or dice, or drink\\nThen, O brave boys, give heed, I pray,\\nStop short awhile, and think.\\n[204]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0226.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "Boys, take your money home\\nTo some fair, girlish hand\\nThat e en, perchance, is promised you.\\nAnd bound by love s strong band.\\nAnd so she trusts and longs and looks\\nFor your safe-coming soon\\nThen save it for your sweethearts, boys,\\nWho ll prize this brave-bought boon.\\nBoys, take your money home.\\nE en for your own life-needs,\\nOr do with it some goodly deed\\nPlant flowers instead of weeds.\\nYe answered well your country s call.\\nAs only manhood can\\nThen, boys, take your money home,\\nAnd be ye each a man.\\nTHE FRIEND THAT I LOVE BEST.\\nSometimes the most harmonious heart\\nBides in the calmest breast\\nSometimes from one that laugheth least\\nReap I the rarest rest;\\nSometimes I find\\nOne of my mind.\\nAnd kind, and kind\\nThe friend that I love best.\\n[205]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0227.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "O, joy of love, O friend of friends,\\nTis yours, my life hath blest,\\nTis you, for others, make amends,\\nWhere cruel, you caress;\\nAnd, ah tis you\\nThe cycles through\\nWho re true, wlio re true\\nThe friend that I love best.\\nGod gave to you a great white soul,\\nOf god-like gifts possessed.\\nAnd, oh the lives that better be\\nBecause you ve bound and blest;\\nOh were it so\\nThat each below\\nMight know, might know,\\nThis friend that I love best!\\nTHANKSGIVING.\\nWe thank, O High, for faces kind\\nThat daily in our v/alks we find,\\nFor gem on gem of mind and heart\\nThat glitters in this human mart\\nAnd for each sympathetic smile\\nThat helps the lonely hours to while-\\nWe thank, O High\\n[206]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0228.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "We thank, O High, for songs of bird,\\nThat in our clime are ever heard,\\nFor fragrant flowers that constant nod\\nA recognition, as from God,\\nFor softest sunshine that unites\\nOur lesser with thy greater lights\\nWe thank, O High\\nFor love of friends that blessing rare\\nWhich thro this year has been our share.\\nFor countless kindly words and deeds\\nSuch as each clinging natiire needs.\\nFor all that s noble on this earth,\\nTo which the year has given birth\\nWe thank, O High\\nFor peace, sweet peace, that nov/ encrowns\\nWhere dwelt, erstwhile, war s darkest frowns,\\nFor graces tender and untold.\\nFor mercies granted manifold.\\nFor Thy protecting, constant care\\nThat s followed thro the Everywhere\\nWe thank, O High\\nOTHER DAYS.\\nHow dear the thoughts of other days\\nThrough varied form and phase\\nAnd come what mav,\\nStill sweet are they\\nThe dream of other days.\\n[207]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0229.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "How fragrant is the long-dead flower\\nFall n from forgotten book,\\nHow cluster round\\nThis flower I found,\\nRare smile and word and look\\nHow precious is the yellow page\\nOf these heart-written lines\\nLong lain away\\nFrom light of day,\\nStill clear their love-life shines.\\nHow bonny is this wee, brown curl.\\nJust from its silken case;\\nO heart, alack\\nIt takes me back\\nTo memory s best loved place.\\nThere s much just treasured trifles, please-\\nWithin my casket stays\\nO aching heart,\\nCall Time apart,\\nAnd ask for other days.\\nTHE SONG OF THE FALLING LEAVES.\\nWe sing you a song, said the Leaflets,\\nAglow with their crimson and gold,\\nWe swirl and we swing,\\nAs the birdlings awing,\\nAnd we sing and we sing\\nAs we fall to our rustling fold.\\n[208]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0230.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "We sing of the great Heart of Nature\\nThat keepeth a corner for all;\\nFor the least little leaf\\nWhen given to grief\\nFinds relief, O relief\\nIn that mother-heart open to all.\\nWe sing of the great Soul of Nature\\nWho turns where the tiniest lie,\\nAnd watcheth their ways\\nThro the disk of their days\\nSo we praise, O we praise,\\nWith our whole little hearts, O ye High.\\nWe sing of the great Law of Nature\\nThe fairest and firmest must fade\\nThat here, as we rest\\nOn our mother-earth s breast\\nIt is best, O tis best\\nThat together at last all are laid.\\nStill singing the leaves of September\\nAglow with the gleams of the West;\\nAnd O, if mankind.\\nWith his masterful mind,\\nSuch sweet faith could find.\\nHe, too, would believe all is best.\\n14 [209]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0231.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "LOVE THE JUST.\\nUpon that rare and roseate morn\\nWhen Love immortal Love was born,\\nAn image sweet and fresh and fair\\nWas stamped for aye, on all things there\\nAn element that breathes and bides\\nThro all the changeful human tides,\\nAnd from its very nature must\\nMake all things for the dear one just\\nFor love is just.\\nO Love, ye watch with wakeful eye\\nThy heart s dear one afar and nigh.\\nAnd fondly, firmly turn aside\\nWhat e er may darken or divide.\\nO Love, ye guide and guard with care\\nThy dear one s footsteps everywhere\\nAnd judge e er generously and just\\nThe heart that s tended to thy trust\\nFor love is just.\\nO Love, ye wisely weigh each word\\nAs from its fountain-source tis stirred,\\nAnd from the spirit nothing less\\nYe mark thy loved one s loyalness.\\nO Love, e en as the ocean blue,\\nBroad is thy breast, thy instincts true;\\nOn all ye utter, think and feel\\nFair Justice sets her sovereign seal\\nO Love is just.\\n[210]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0232.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "LOVE THE BLIND.\\nThrough endless ages of heart-lore\\nThis truth I ever find,\\nWhen love is full and brimming o er\\nThen love is strangely blind,\\nAnd as it strengthens more and more\\nO, love grows blind.\\nThough others vast shortcomings see,\\nNo fault hath love to find\\nThough others e er in wonder be\\nAt aught these hearts can bind.\\nYet love lives on in ecstasy\\nFor love is blind.\\nPerfection sets her fair impress\\nOn feature, as on mind.\\nAnd daily beauties bloom to bless\\nThe soul that s here enshrined;\\nTis one long dream of loveliness\\nO, love is blind.\\nThe hours glide on as gleams of gold,\\nThe moments as the wind.\\nEach seems a sweeter joy to hold.\\nAnd time seems all too kind,\\nAnd ne er a folly doth unfold\\nFor love is blind.\\n[211]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0233.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "No little deed, but s rarely done,\\nNo look can be so kind;\\nNo word could be improved upon,\\nSuch smile no mortal find\\nNo heart, as this, was ever won\\nO, love is blind.\\nSo long as love fills full the heart,\\nSo long this truth I find\\nThe brightest and the best of art,\\nThe gifted most of mind\\nCould ne er another grace impart\\nFor love is blind.\\nLOVE, THE DEIFIED.\\nIt brings forth all that s best in man,\\nAnd ever so since life began\\nThe breakless bond that binds these souls\\nTo those, where time eternal rolls\\nThe one heart-dream that never dies,\\nOne truth that Fate fore er defies\\nTis strong and silent, deep and wide\\nSuch is Love, the Deified.\\nThe kindest of all moral code,\\nThe one relief for life s o er-load,\\nThe noblest recompense for wrong,\\nThe mightiest of emotions strong,\\n[212]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0234.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "The grandest of the gods e er preached,\\nThe highest of the heights e er reached,\\nThe Hkest God this Heaven-side\\nThus, O Love, the Deified.\\nWe praise, O love, the just, the blind\\nFor Love of every class be kind;\\nWe praise, O Love, the Deified\\nFor boundless blessings strewn awide\\nWe praise, O Love, thy fervent flow\\nInto these hapless hearts below\\nWe praise, O Love, thy righteous reig^\\nWith never blemish, blot or stain\\nWhere pure and perfect lives abide,\\nThere dwells Love, the Deified.\\nA LOVE SONG.\\nSwaying and singing, a mocking-bird,\\nAnd thus was the soul of the song I heard\\nO love, O love,\\nFrom the blue above.\\nFrom the gleaming sheen\\nOf the leaflets green,\\nFrom each flower-heart you leap, O love.\\nOver and over I heard his song,\\nAnd floated this fancy along, along;\\nE en hidden away\\nFor some sorrow-day\\nIn every crevice wherein can stray\\nIs the essence of life in thyself, O love.\\n[213]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0235.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "And this the reason the winds caress,\\nAnd this the reason the blue waves bless,\\nAnd this that maketh our burdens less,\\nAnd bearable all\\nFrom great to small\\nThe griefs that frequent to each must fall\\nTis thine to help and to heal, O love.\\nStill swaying and singing the South-born bird\\nAnd, oh, the pity that never word\\nOf his own, his own,\\nIn trembling tone,\\nOf the heart-thoughts hoarded from every zone,\\nCan be uttered for thee, O love, O love\\nSPIRIT TO SPIRIT.\\nTis strange how we re given to speaking\\nThro space to the heart of our heart\\nTis strange how the soul e er is seeking\\nIn silence its loved counterpart\\nSo oft in my musings I wonder\\nHow all this mind-mystery can be\\nTho distance unseen\\nIs often between,\\nI know when you re thinking of me.\\nLurk your thoughts in the mists of the morning,\\nOr glide through the golden noon-tide,\\nOr watch in the day s dusky warning.\\nOr float with the moon, side by side,\\n[214]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0236.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "There s a spirit within this soul-bondage\\nThat bringeth each message to me\\nSo wherever you go,\\nO beloved, I know\\nWhenever you re thinking of me.\\nThen think of me early and often,\\nO, think of me tender and true,\\nO give me the best of your being\\nAnd the best I will give tmto you\\nThus only is life the exalted,\\nThus only God s bidden may be;\\nFor I know, tho afar,\\nO my soul s guiding star.\\nWhenever you re thinking of me.\\nAFTERWARD.\\nAfter the hurt and the heartache.\\nAfter the piercing pain.\\nWith- the bitter cup\\nWe dumbly take up\\nAll our dull duties again.\\nI ve seen a soul in a sorrow\\nThat seemed no being could bear;\\nYet, in after-days,\\nFrom the death-blow daze\\nThat soul e en a smile could wear.\\n[215]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0237.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "A lesson in this of the future,\\nA lesson of life divine\\nIt teaches, I deem,\\nOf one Soul Supreme\\nWho softens your heartaches and mine.\\nBECAUSE I LOVE YOU.\\nForever underneath the care\\nAnd crosses that I constant bear\\nThere is a low, sweet, soothing sound\\nThat helps the hands to glide around\\nAll things seem easy in my sight\\nFrom early morn till late at night\\nBecause I love you.\\nWhat wonders by this love are wrought\\nUpon my every word and thought!\\nWhat power it hath but good to prove\\nIn every human life I love\\nWhat happiness my heart doth hold\\nThat never, never can be told\\nBecause I love you.\\nAbove the world s broad, busy throng\\nI hear the soulful mock-bird s song,\\nThroughout the day s distracting din\\nThe breath of flowers comes creeping in.\\nAnd through man s speech of studied sting\\nFull oft a jeweled thought finds wing\\nBecause I love you.\\n[216]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0238.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "And so life s frequent jolt and jar\\nAre sunk in something higher far\\nThe strong love-current of my soul\\nThat keeps me safe beyond the shoal,\\nSo ever, and forever more\\nThere s something sweet for me in store\\nBecause I love you.\\nHE S DONE THE BEST HE CAN.\\nThere s many a lone unlettered man\\nWho trudges thro life s turn,\\nBlamed on all sides for lack of that\\nHe had no chance to learn.\\nHe s pitied here, and pelted there.\\nAs beast instead of man,\\nWhile doing in his own dull way\\nThe very best he can.\\nHe tills and toils, but reapeth not.\\nHe plans, but ne er improves.\\nAnd as the years move slowly on\\nMore slowly e en he moves\\nYet patiently he plods along,\\nNeath burdens and neath ban.\\nAnd tho his conscience be most crude,\\nHe does the best he can.\\n[2171", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0239.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "Each mind is of a different mold,\\nUnlike each single soul,\\nAnd that which grants but good to one\\nAnother s doom may toll\\nHe does as he deems wise to do;\\nThen blame not any man\\nWhen looking at all things in this light-\\nHe does the best he can.\\nAnd who shall say all is not well.\\nWhen he this life lays down,\\nAnd that his soul will never wear\\nEternity s bright crown\\nFor would a wise, benignant Power\\nReverse his every plan\\nTo punish one all filled with flaws,\\nBut s done the best he can?\\nHEROES OF TO-DAY.\\nVanquished though heroic ages.\\nHeroes are among us still,\\nDaring, as in days chivalric,\\nDauntless as the wildest will.\\nHail to Richmond Pearson Hobson\\nHail, thou bravest of the brave\\nHail to him, who faced the fatal\\nFire of Spain, his fleet to save\\n[218]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0240.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "Straight into the warring waters,\\nStraight before the fiercest foes,\\nTo his duty, self-sought, deadly.\\nStraight and steady, on he goes.\\nSee the Merrimac is sinking\\nHark a death-blow unto Spain\\nAnd behold the hero, Hobson,\\nLeaps and lives, and safe again.\\nCheer on cheer flies seaward, skyward,\\nShouts from friend and foe, as one.\\nFor but once in countless ages.\\nSuch a daring deed is done.\\nProudly, Southrons, sound his praises,\\nGladly glorify his name\\nFor that feat will shine forever\\nOn the fairest page of fame.\\nTHE WAYS OF WAR.\\nFurl your flag, in speed, O Spaniard,\\nSheathe the sword within its shield.\\nQuell your impotent, wild passions.\\nFor this nation will not yield.\\nThink you that God s best and bravest\\nE er will stoop or bend the knee\\nTo a Spain, or to a Spaniard\\nWith a Dewey and a Lee\\n[219]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0241.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "Think you that this august Nation\\nWhile tis kindness to the core\\nWill submit in arms to any\\nOn the sea or on the shore?\\nStaunch and loyal is our manhood,\\nStaunch our womanhood as well,\\nAnd our truest test of union\\nCometh with your funeral knell.\\nWhile your aims are darkest, direst,\\nAnd your ends are Doom and Dread,\\nWhere you sought to sink and sunder\\nYou have made us one instead.\\nSo the Northland and the Southland\\nNow all lovingly join hands.\\nWhile the East and West together\\nAre enbound by brother-bands.\\nAnd the great hearts of this Nation\\nThrob together, as but one.\\nWhile the bond will grow still stronger\\nTill, O Spain, tliis war is done.\\nTHE BANNER OF THE FREE.\\nUnfurl, ye brave, beloved ones.\\nThe Banner of the Free\\nThat Southland s daughters, tried and true,\\nAgain present to ye.\\n[220]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0242.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "The nation s emblem and its pride,\\nThe glory of our land\\nOh, keep it fair, ye freemen tried.\\nAs when it pressed your hand!\\nSee! how it waves in proudest state\\nAbove our country s foes,\\nAnd bids ye bravely scorn their hate.\\nSo wrought with wrongs and woes.\\nBehold the banner brightly rise,\\nAnd kiss the April breeze.\\nIn sovereign triumph greet the skies\\nWith Freedom s firm decrees.\\nPress on press on, ye noble ones\\nHuzza for Fitzhugh Lee\\nWith Country for your battle-cry\\nNeath th Banner of the Free.\\nPEACE AND PRIDE.\\nAye, Peace has been our motto\\nE en peace at any price,\\nTh uplifting of our people\\nAnd not their sacrifice\\nSo to-day, of all the nations\\nThat stand forth great and strong,\\nOur own, by peace has prospered\\nTill it leads the goodly throng.\\n[221]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0243.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "But with offended honor,\\nAnd insult to a Lee,\\nOur brave sea-bounded nation\\nSteps forth in majesty;\\nAnd woe unto the wicked\\nAnd woe to treachery;\\nFor our country s fiercest feehngs\\nAre aroused for loyal Lee.\\nA million hearts are ready,\\nAnd a million hands await\\nThe signal for avenging\\nOur Consul Lee and State\\nBut, may the stroke be steady,\\nAnd strike home to the core;\\nThen may sweet Peace right gently\\nEnwrap our realm once more\\nKEEP QUIET AND ALL WILL BE WELL.\\nI have found, in the many-fold phases of life.\\nWhere things oft go wrong and awry.\\nWhere the one way to please we can never quite know,\\nNo matter how hard we may try\\nI have found, after long, fruitless effort and search,\\n(As the heart-wounds e en oftener fell)\\nWhen people abuse.\\nAnd trying s no use.\\nKeep quiet and all will be well.\\n[222]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0244.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "I have learned, tho a long, bitter lesson to learn,\\nWhen those whom I trust turn away.\\nWhen hard, hurtful words all uncalled for have come\\nFrom the lips I had loved all the day\\nI have learned, tho the heartaches seemed more than my\\nshare.\\nAnd the misery a heart s dying knell.\\nWhen the tears dim my eyes,\\nAnd wrathful words rise\\nKeep quiet and all will be well.\\nSo it seems O friend, seems it not so to you?\\nThat if life be worthy great love,\\nHow much better twould be, as we clearly can see,\\nTo borrow some trust from above;\\nBelieving the best, not the worst, that is said.\\nBelieving that kindness will quell.\\nAnd believing still this\\nCome what may amiss\\nKeep quiet and all will be well.\\nLOVE S LABOR.\\nTo smooth out the ragged, rough places,\\nTo straighten the tangles and ties.\\nTo gently respond\\nWith a heart full and fond\\nTis here some of Love s labor lies.\\n[223]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0245.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "To willingly watch o er the wayward,\\nTo lift up the weary and weak,\\nTo freely fulfill\\nThe wise Father s will\\nAll these Love s labor will seek.\\nTo lull the wild tumults and longings\\nThat surge as a sea of unrest\\nThro the lives of the few\\nWho are dearest and true\\nThis the labor that Love liketh best.\\nTo search for and soften the heart-hurts.\\nTo drive from the desolate soul\\nThe anguish and grief\\nThat will give it relief\\nTis Love s labor, here, maketh whole.\\nTo reach out and touch all quite tender-\\nThe great throbbing heart of mankind,\\nAnd constantly prove\\nThat all Nature is love\\nThis the loftiest work Love can find.\\nOKOLONA CHAPTER.\\nTo the National United Daughters of the Confederacy.\\nGreeting, daughters of the Southland,\\nWho meet and mourn to-day.\\nAnd commemorate the heroes\\nWho fell while in the fray.\\n[224]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0246.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "Greeting, fair Confederate sisters\\nOf a sacred cause, and dear;\\nWe send you love, well wishes,\\nGod speed, and goodly cheer.\\nWe clasp your hands in kindness,\\nWe bless your faces bright.\\nAnd heart to heart we meet you\\nWe, too, have fought the fight.\\nWhere Forrest led in battle.\\nWhere our flag no longer waves\\nBy this burg a thousand brave ones\\nLie in their lonely graves.\\nAnd we re striving, daily striving,\\nAmid our many needs.\\nIn stone to fitting honor\\nThe dead and all their deeds,\\nTis this we willing work for,\\nFor this we wish and wait.\\nBut, toiling, we forget not\\nOur sisters of the State.\\nFor we are bound together\\nBy the strongest cause and ties\\nThat ever linked the loyal\\nBeneath the Southern skies.\\nAye, our hearts are in the action.\\nOur souls are in the trust.\\nAnd we ll work and win together\\nTill dust returns to dust.\\n15 [225]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0247.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "Again we give you greeting,\\nAnd our sorrow, friends, is great,\\nWith the U. D. C. s thus gathered,\\nTo not participate.\\nOur love and prayers are wafted\\nTo all our sisters true\\nA happy, helpful meeting,\\nIs our heartfelt wish for you.\\nI LOVE BUT YOU.\\nThro all the irksome hours of care.\\nThro hours of pain and hours of prayer,\\nFrom misty morn till dark ning day,\\nThese are the words I say and say\\nI love but you.\\nWhen all is life and light and love.\\nWhen earth is blest with joys above.\\nWhen smiles and praise and triumphs mine.\\nStill says my heart this truth divine\\nI love but you.\\nAnd may it evermore thus be\\nSo long as life is spared to me.\\nSo long as answers soul to soul.\\nStill may these words in rapture roll\\nI love but you.\\n[226]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0248.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "SOUL OF MY SOUL.\\nAre you somewhere out in the great Unknown,\\nWhither your restless spirit has flown\\nWhere, all unfettered, your eager soul\\nIn soaring, at last, has reached its goal?\\nAh, the happiness mid that holy light,\\nTo follow still your great soul-flight\\nCould I but follow from star to star.\\nOr watch your spirit, O Love, afar.\\nAll the ransomed dead round the great white Throne\\nWere not as joyous as I alone\\nFor my wish, and my song, and my ceaseless prayer\\nIs to be with you in the Everywhere,\\nO SUMMER SEA!\\nThe sea again doth sign to all\\nAnd wistfully its wild waves call\\nO summer sea\\nYou beck to me\\nAnd answer I all eagerly\\nI come, I come unto your call.\\nAnd reaching brisk your briny brim.\\nThe joyous tears my eyes endim,\\nAnd myriad thought\\nAnew has wrought\\nThe dreams your breakers ever brought\\nOf earth and Heaven, Man and Him.\\n[227]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0249.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "O sun-kissed, wind-kissed, cloud-kissed sea,\\nWhy all these moans and mystery?\\nIs it for all the wrecks below,\\nThe drowning wails and wails of woe,\\nThe death-knells none but you can know,\\nOr for the wrecks that are to be?\\nO Sea reposeful, find I rest\\nUpon your sympathetic breast;\\nO summer sea,\\nO whispering sea,\\nHow much you comfort, comfort me,\\nHow much one being have you blest\\nO Sea, you soothe the hungry heart,\\nTo hopeless souls new hope impart;\\nO Sea divine,\\nO friend of mine.\\nYour boundless love doth e er combine\\nThe heavenly with the human heart.\\nWRITE ME A LETTER TO-NIGHT.\\nTo the Traveling Salesmen.\\nAt last, and the dull day is ended\\nI m weary, both body and mind.\\nAnd here in a room of the lodging\\nMyself and my baggage I find,\\n[228]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0250.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "With only a flickering fire-log,\\nWith only a dim, dreary light\\nNo welcome awaits here my coming\\nThen write me a letter to-night.\\nAll day I have struggled and toiled, dear,\\nFor you and the babies and right,\\nAnd perhaps you will never quite know, dear,\\nHow hard is this battle to fight.\\nAnd here in this chill, gloomy chamber,\\nSo lacking in comfort and cheer,\\nI m sitting cast-down and despondent;\\nFor not even a letter was here.\\nAll day when my spirits were flagging.\\nAnd my courage seemed nearly to fail,\\nI would think of the joy of the evening\\nWhen making the place of the mail\\nThen vanished, as mist, all the hardships,\\nAnd my heart grew all hopeful and light\\nJust from looking for one of your letters\\nThe letter you failed, dear, to write.\\nAh, me if you only could know, dear.\\nHow I look and I long for a line\\nHow much it would lighten the labor\\nYou d write it, Fm sure, sweetheart mine.\\nBut think not Fm cross and complaining;\\nIt isn t just that I would say.\\nFor I d willingly work for the babies\\nAnd you all the night and the day.\\n[229]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0251.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "But life on the road isn t always\\nA circuit of fortune and fun;\\nIt isn t the thing we had planned it\\nAnd pictured, before we begun\\nFor many s the time we make merry\\nWhen the heart s in the heaviest plight,\\nAnd we stand sore in need of some help-word-\\nThen write me a letter to-night.\\nIt isn t as easy as might be,\\nThis making of towns and of trains\\nAnd we re not always met with a welcome,\\nNor always repaid for our pains\\nBut each, after all, has his share, dear.\\nAnd some day it s sure to end right\\nSo I turn my thoughts tenderly homeward\\nAs I long for a letter to-night.\\nAnd I sit here and picture the wee ones\\nAs they cozily cluster around,\\nEach one at his play and his prattle.\\nTill I almost can hear e en the sound\\nAnd I think of my little wife-sweetheart.\\nSo true and so bonny and bright,\\nTill my heart overflows, and I falter\\nO write me a letter to-night.\\n[230]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0252.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "AT REST.\\nLovingly she s laid to rest,\\nWith the righteous and the blest,\\nAnd she murmured this anew\\nWords so trusting, grand and true\\nNothing in my hand I bring.\\nSimply to Thy cross I cling.\\nLife with all its countless cares.\\nWith its burdens each one bears\\nLife with all its hopes and fears,\\nCrushing heartaches, cruel tears.\\nAll of these have taken wing\\nSimply to Thy cross I cling.\\nPeace and comfort were her ways.\\nAnd each grieving heart she d raise\\nFrom its deep, desponding gloom.\\nMaking for the light more room.\\nAnd in accents sweetly sing:\\nSimply to Thy cross I cling.\\nIn her words much wisdom dwelt.\\nAnd her counsel e er was felt\\nE en to be the noblest, best,\\nTill the troubled mind found rest:\\nNone her presence ever sought,\\nBut twas left with better thought;\\nStill the burden she would bring\\nSimply to Thy cross I cling.\\n[231]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0253.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "Ne er a truer friend was found,\\nGentle, kind to all around^\\nCheering all with words of love.\\nTeaching all to look above,\\nAs she d daily pray and sing\\nSimply to Thy cross I cling.\\nIn the Christ-like way she walked\\nAnd of Him so touching talked\\nThat the honest eyes grew dim.\\nAnd all hearts went out to Him;\\nAye she loved to softly sing\\nSimply to Thy cross I cling.\\nCan we e er forget that voice\\nThat made many hearts rejoice?\\nSympathetic, soft and low,\\nJust as those, who loved her, know;\\nYet that worth has taken wing\\nSimply to Thy cross I cling.\\nSighs and suffering now are o er.\\nPain and parting come no more\\nAnd that soul, so pure and bright.\\nRests where never comes the night,\\nAnd the angels with her sing\\nSimply to Thy cross I cling.\\n[232]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0254.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "THE FALSE AND THE TRUE.\\nThree young heads bowed together\\nOver a new-bought book\\nThree pairs of eyes exchanging\\nLove in their every look\\nOne manly youth and two maidens\\nFacing life s fair, sunny side,\\nWith never a thought of the future\\nContent to thus ever abide.\\nYet, two were long-promised lovers\\nPledged till their earth-lives should end\\nBess, with the bright eyes of azure.\\nWhile th dark-eyed Floy was their friend.\\nThe sun dropped low in the westward.\\nThe volume in silence fell.\\nWhile over the three young heart-lives\\nThere gathered the twilight-spell.\\nThe dark-browed girl sought the shadows,\\nThat the lovers might be alone.\\nHer heart, all the while, amoaning\\nIn a piteous undertone.\\nNone knew of the daily struggle\\nWithin that fair, girlish breast;\\nNone knew the strength of the passion\\nThat caused her this vague unrest\\nAnd little of this recked the lovers.\\nLost m that dream-like spell\\nAs Max, in his thrilling measures.\\nBegan to fair Bess to tell\\n[233]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0255.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "When we two are thus together\\nIt is all the world to me,\\nIt is all of earth or of heaven\\nThat ever I wish to see.\\nShe smiled in her way so winsome\\nAnd raised the bluest of eyes,\\nAs she muripured fond words, that faltered\\nAnd sunk into soft-drav/n sighs.\\nO voice, so saint-like and subtle,\\nO smile, the offspring of art\\nTwas woman s form and her features.\\nYet naught but a siren s heart.\\nScarce had her soft vows vanished.\\nScarce had her sweet smiles died\\nEre burst a storm-cloud of slander\\nOn him who wooed by her side.\\nO false heart, that glowed and glittered\\nWhile fortune s fair sun shone,\\nIn the dark-robed hour of his anguish\\nLeft him to bear it alone\\nAnd turned to another lover\\nThe summer days to beguile.\\nWho should sink neath th azure glances,\\nAnd the light, alluring smile.\\nWhile Max, the manly, who loved her\\nWith the tenderest love of youth,\\nBore with his burden most bravely,\\nE en seeking still for some truth.\\nWith none to lighten the heart-cross\\nSave her the earnest-sweet Floy,\\n[234]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0256.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "Who to the hopeless was ever\\nWont to bring solace and joy\\nShe silently soothed his great sorrow,\\nIn sympathy wound his sore heart,\\nAs he moaned o er his wrongs, and the falseness\\nOf woman the acme of art\\nOh why are the pleasures most earnestly sought\\nThe surest to flicker and flee?\\nThe hopes that are dearest within every heart\\nAre destined never to be\\nYou tell me that Talent should stifle the cries\\nThat heave from the depths of my heart,\\nThat the fruits of Ambition should quietly quell\\nE en than this, a deadlier smart\\nYou tell me to turn to the comforts of Fame\\nO Fame, I would call ye a curse\\nI would not give the love of one true heart,\\nFor all the fame in the universe.\\nBut now have I found one womanly soul\\nThat is true as steel to its trust,\\nAnd low at her shrine do I silently bow\\nAs I bury the Past in its dust,\\nAnd a dark pair of eyes beam down on my dreams.\\nAnd are beaming anew when I wake\\nSo I feel they will shine thro the dreariest days\\nForever shine on for my sake.\\nAnd a new life of love ariseth anear\\nO happiest, holiest love\\nThat shall circle me here in its blissful embrace,\\nAnd live on forever above\\n[235]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0257.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "THE FATED CROSS.\\nI m thinking to-night of a star-land strange\\nOf a beautiful vision that once was mine,\\nWhere hearts grew olden with scarce a change,\\nWith never a note their lives to estrange,\\nAnd living was life divine.\\nBut a glorious lot like this was wrought\\nIn the realms of fancy, and there alone.\\nFor when as a flash came reality s thought,\\nI found that the dream that the death-spell brought,\\nHad suddenly, surely flown.\\nAnd the cross the heart-piercing steel was still there-\\nThe cross that for cycles my life had borne,\\nThe cross that my life seemed branded to bear.\\nThat burdened me hourly and everywhere.\\nTill each heart-nerve was quivering and torn.\\nAnd I wistfully wailed o er my dark-bound doom,\\nAnd crying out in my deep despair\\nO, visions fair-vestured, avaunt in gloom\\nGo back where celestial beauties bloom.\\nNor torture with wonders fair.\\nThen over my eyes a drowsiness crept,\\nAnd suddenly came a chill, soundless shock\\nI knew not why, but I wailed and wept,\\nTill the spell had passed and I steadily stepped\\nFrom the shades of this grief-gloomed rock.\\n[236]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0258.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "And changed, wholly changed, was my lightless lot\\nA rich, restful radiance hung o er my heart\\nThe woe-painted past was strangely forgot,\\nAnd I fondly felt that the black-cross blot\\nFrom my life was torn apart.\\nOh, the glory of living one bright-winged day\\nFrom my gnawing gyves to be free, oh, free\\nIt seemed e en too strange too blissful to stay.\\nYet I plead in the shine and the sphere-light gray.\\nThat oh it might always be.\\nBut I looked again and then shuddering turned\\nAh the scene had changed and gone was its gloss,\\nAnd the steel, full fiercely it bound and it burned.\\nTill my life-light died, and I, soul-sick, learned\\nThat mine was the Fated Cross.\\nIN REMEMBRANCE.\\nThe winter s snows have come and gone-\\nGone in their silent rest,\\nAnd April, with her sunny showers.\\nIs now old Winter s guest\\nAnd all the brilliant buds of May\\nHave blossomed into June,\\nWhile honey-bee and humming-bird\\nAre waking one glad tune.\\n[237]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0259.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "And so, my friend, is left with you\\nIn your most gracious prime\\nAnother year the deep imprint\\nOf stern, old stately Time,\\nWho, in his ever onward march.\\nKnows naught of forms and fears,\\nBut tramples o er the days and months\\nAnd buries manhood s years.\\nPerchance he, too, doth bury dreams\\nThat once illumined life,\\nBut now lie silent in the tomb\\nThe tomb of worldly strife.\\nIs not the history of each heart\\nOft steeped in wearing woe,\\nAnd, as the years creep slowly on,\\nDoes it not greater grow?\\nNor find we one with hope untorn,\\nTho seems he gay and glad\\nThen wonder not that man doth mourn,\\nNor wonder that he s sad.\\nAlas tis ever thus with life,\\nAnd thus with you may be\\nFor when we seem some good to grasp\\nTis surest then to flee\\nAs wild-flowers into garlands twined\\nWill quickly withered lie,\\nSo e en the fairest dreams we weave\\nWill soonest fade and die.\\n[238]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0260.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "Yet, still we hope, and still we dream,\\nAs year slow follows year,\\nAnd seems a care for every joy.\\nFor every smile a tear\\nAye, so it is but then, my friend\\nTho strange it sound the while\\nRemember for each care s a joy.\\nAnd for each tear a smile.\\nTO SOME ONE.\\nOh tis nature to keep wishing\\nThat a well-known form were near,\\nAnd a low, low voice close beside me,\\nThat I now no longer hear;\\nAnd the hand that e er caresses\\nWhen I m passing to and fro\\nAh tis hard to silent sit here\\nAnd to see him from me go.\\nOh, how lost I feel, and lonely\\nAnd an empty, hollow ring\\nAs I tend each daily duty\\nSeems to sound from everything\\nAnd a low voice keeps repeating\\nIn a mournful monotone\\nHe is missing, missing, missing;\\nAnd I answer Aye, he s gone.\\n[239]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0261.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "And I wonder in my heart-depths\\nAs I ve wondered oft before\\nWill this ceaseless hunger haunt me\\nTill it wears away the core?\\nWill this longing for this some one,\\nBy its own supreme control,\\nIn the end consume all forces\\nAnd so cease to fill the soul.\\nWell, perhaps, twere better for us\\nThus to have the feelings crushed;\\nThen the hopeless, hidden heartaches\\nWould forever-more be hushed.\\nDid it, friends, e er strike your fancy,\\nWhen you re in a thoughtful way,\\nThat the most despondent feelings\\nSoon must wear themselves away?\\nAnd before we ve time to wonder.\\nOr to ask the reason why.\\nWe are in the mood for laughing,\\nWhen we thought we d surely cry.\\nAfter all old Madame Nature\\n(Tho we d like to end her days\\nWhen we re feeling cross and fretful)\\nHas some wise and winsome ways;\\nTho she gets us into trouble.\\nStill she ever helps us out,\\nAnd I m sure we feel much better\\nWhen she s turned us thus about.\\n[240]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0262.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "So I find myself quite tranquil,\\nAnd have sung my woes to sleep,\\nWhere I ll leave them as I softly\\nTo the curtained window creep\\nAnd once more just once I ll peer out\\nDown the moonlit length of space\\nStill I find I m wishing, wishing\\nTo of some one see the face.\\nLOVE S MISTAKE.\\nFarewell, O Love thy chanting spell\\nNo more shall round me cling\\nThy honey d wiles and heavenly smiles\\nTo passing winds I fling.\\nTis said thou art a goodly gift\\nThat from the angels fell\\nBut of thy stings and gilded wings\\nI know the woes too well.\\nSo Love, away and with thy wiles\\nO never more me seek.\\nLest, if again you give me pain\\nMore plainly I should speak.\\nA FAREWELL.\\nAh sadly the breezes now whisper you re going\\nFar ofif from the scene of your sorrow and wrongs.\\nTo a home where the mute Mississippi is flowing\\nWhose silence will soothe, as the sweetest of songs.\\n16 [241]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0263.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "Then, bury your heartache and bury your sorrow\\nNeath the waters that wind to the dark, throbbing deep,\\nAnd Hope will soon smile on the cares of the morrow\\nWhile softly you sigh on the bosom of sleep.\\nMay the angels of life, in starry-white numbers,\\nKeep watch o er your soul from their haven of blue\\nWith the brightest of dreams illumine your slumbers,\\nAnd, may all your dreamings be tenderly true.\\nMay the hopes of your heart be life-long and lasting\\nYour glorious deeds flood the world with their fame\\nThough Time e er his shadows in envy is casting\\nMay unfading laurels enwreath your fair name\\nThen fly o er the waters and fling away sorrow,\\nAnd live for the joy of a fair future day;\\nFor, one far away, will long and will languish.\\nAnd watch for the end of your wearisome stay.\\nTHE ORPHAN CHILD.\\nAlong the dark and dismal street,\\nWith frosty hair and snow-shod feet,\\nA little child with soft, sad eyes\\nThe chilling blast to conquer tries.\\nScarce summers six had flitted o er\\nThe tender innocent, before\\nThe cruel monster darksome Death\\nDespoiled a loving mother s breath.\\n[242]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0264.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "With none to soothe her throbbing head,\\nNo gentle voice, no downy bed\\nBut out into the darkness hurled\\nAgainst a selfish, soulless world.\\nThro weary days of countless score\\nShe begs her bread from door to door.\\nAnd with a sad, imploring gaze\\nBefore each frowning mansion stays.\\nO, man, wilt thou not pity show\\nTo helpless humans stricken low?\\nIn mercy lend a helping hand\\nTo bless the outcasts of the land\\nO, friendly stars, list while I pray\\nWill ye not send one shining ray\\nTo light somewhat the ghastly gloom\\nThat leads the orphan to the tomb?\\nBut thou, O Father, thou alone\\nWilt care for this poor orphan s moan.\\nO, tender Parent, mercy shed\\nIn pity round each homeless head.\\nAnd when the spirit wings its flight\\nTo thy own dazzling realms of light.\\nOh, clasp it in thy kindly arm.\\nWhere none the orphan child can harm.\\n[243]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0265.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "THE FLOODS.\\nDestruction reigns o er all the land,\\nAnd shrouds the blue-eyed sky;\\nWhile all upon the green-hued sward\\nSeems doomed to gasp and die.\\nThe winds and waters wage a war,\\nThe thunders loudly roar,\\nThe lightning flashes to and fro\\nAnd tragic torrents pour.\\nAnd merciless in madness falls\\nThe rock-resounding hail;\\nWhile hundreds shudder at the sound,\\nAnd wildly weep and wail.\\nHas Nature had some deadly wound\\nDealt unto her fair brow.\\nThat thus she raises high in wrath\\nAnd bids mankind to bow?\\nO Nature, in your smiling sheen\\nHow glorious to see\\nBut when your smile is changed to scorn\\nHow ghastly you can be\\nNOTHING TO DO.\\nHa! See him so graceful and slender.\\nAll garnished with jewels anew.\\nAs he smiles in the joy of his splendor,\\nSee here I have nothing to do\\n[244]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0266.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "Yet, ere thrice a cycle had vanished,\\nA criminal his life current drew.\\nAnd his name, mid curses was banished.\\nBecause he had nothing to do.\\nShe sits mid the velvety mazes\\nOf imperial purple s soft hue,\\nAnd points to the pinched, weary faces,\\nAs she laughs I ve nothing to do.\\nWhy look they so pale and appallen?\\nWhat sound chills the soul-system through?\\nTis the last fearful groan of the fallen\\nAlas She had nothing to do.\\nAh Better a long life of sorrow\\nBetter the frowns of a few\\nOr, better a grave on the morrow.\\nThan a life with nothing to do.\\nBetter a dot in the distance.\\nLost in the search of the true\\nAye, better ne er know this existence\\nThan know it with nothing to do.\\nTHE FUNERAL DOG.\\n(The Funeral Dog was at one time a well-known Charac-\\nter of Lexington, Ky., and of his faithfulness the following lines\\nare but a faint portrayal.)\\nDay was flickering, faintly dying,\\nLingering shadows round were lying,\\nAs alone, enwrapt in vision.\\nWandered I where dream the dead\\n[245]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0267.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "When I caught a distant groaning,\\nThat anon sunk into moaning,\\nAs of some lost soul atoning\\nFor the evil done and said\\nThis is nothing more than fancy.\\nScarcely listening, soon I said,\\nJust my fancy, truant led.\\nSo where plaintive pines were wailing.\\nWhere the willow boughs were trailing,\\nAnd the cedars sung a requiem.\\nStill I lingered lost in thought\\nWhen the sounds of grief grew deeper.\\nAnd I said, Sure tis some weeper\\nWailing for a wakeless sleeper.\\nNot my fancy overwrought;\\nI will seek this lonely mourner.\\nAs before I should have sought\\nTis a life with misery fraught.\\nNear a mound of myrtle, turning.\\nWith the hope of something learning\\nOf the cause that broke my quiet\\nAs was drifting out the day,\\nThere a sight my heart set aching,\\nFor the sounds the silence breaking,\\nAnd methought some lost soul making\\nWhom great evil led astray,\\nBy an ill-wrought beast were uttered,\\nAs beside a grave he lay\\nJust a dog there moaning lay.\\n[246]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0268.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "Jould it be that this poor creature,\\nGaunt of form and grim of feature,\\nCould it be that he was grieving\\nFor some human form below\\nWas it true that here where slumber\\nForms and forms, defying number,\\nNone the grave-grass should encumber.\\nSave a beast, heart- wrung with woe?\\nThen a sudden thought came o er me\\nI to comfort him will go\\nI will soothe him in his woe.\\nSomewhat nearer then approaching,\\nOn the new-made mound encroaching,\\nCome, I said, thou more than human-\\nHuman heart, if not the guise\\nCome with me I will befriend thee,\\nTo thy home and kind will send thee;\\nAnd my sympathy will tend thee.\\nCome, though here thy master lies\\nOr mistake I, some loved master\\nLow beneath this earth-bank lies?\\nTell me all, and cease thy cries.\\nThen the first time on me turning\\nEyes whose light was dimly burning.\\nStraight he rose and slowly followed\\nFollowed to my dwelling door\\nCrouched in silence, naught revealing.\\nTill his eyes, fixed on me, feeling.\\nIn their anguish seemed appealing\\n[247]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0269.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "For some comfort yet in store\\nThat, perchance, I felt the meaning\\nThat they mutely did outpour:\\nWill it thus be evermore\\nWill it thus be, aye, forever,\\nAnd, though searching, find I never\\nThat proud, princely lord and master,\\nWhom I ve watched for o er and o er?\\nAsketh was he poor, forsaken?\\nAh thy thought, how much mistaken\\nHe the world was wont to waken\\nWith his words, and name he bore.\\nKnowest where that soul of grandeur?\\nWhere that form I .must adore?\\nAre we parted evermore?\\nYears and years agone he found me,\\nWhen the winter s depths enwound me,\\nFound and fed, and oft caressing,\\nPlaced me on his study floor.\\nPeople called him gloomy hating\\nWiles the baser world elating;\\nBut a smile for me was waiting\\nAs I watched him from the floor,\\nAnd (with me, his one companion)\\nRead, recited volumes o er\\nWould it last forevermore\\nBut one day he sudden left me.\\nOf my master men bereft me\\n[248]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0270.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "In a great procession placed him,\\nAnd he came with smiles no more,\\nDid a promise somewhere bind him?\\nThus methought I still must find him.\\nThen, perchance, I could remind him\\nI was faithful as before.\\nSo again I forth must wander,\\nHeart-worn, weary, and heart-sore\\nI shall seek him evermore.\\nAnd he s plodding, lonely, lonely.\\nFilled with grief that he knows only,\\nSeeking mid each sad procession\\nFor a face he sees no more.\\nMust it be that such devotion\\nOf the soul-life has no portion?\\nThat when ceases heart-throb motion\\nNaught but dust is in the core\\nThat a grand, true-hearted Master\\nHas no corner held in store\\nIn that hidden Evermore\\nPRINCE LOUIS NAPOLEON.\\nSlowly, ah, slowly\\nLay him down with the lowly\\nThe Prince for whom nation on nation doth mourn,\\nA star from the French, and Napoleons is missing,\\n[249]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0271.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "Again is the tri-color trampled and torn.\\nAnd we mourn, oh, we mourn\\nAs slowly, ah, slowly,\\nHe is laid with the lowly.\\nBlindly, oh, blindly!\\nThough cautioned so kindly.\\nThe land of the Britons, he left far behind,\\nAnd deep in the heart of the African jungles.\\nHe warred with the foemen of cultured mankind.\\nSo dauntlessly daring, on, on, without fearing.\\nWent he all blindly.\\nThough cautioned so kindly.\\nMissing, ah, missing\\nThe Zulus were hissing.\\nAnd soon the wild echo each Englishman thrilled.\\nAnd sorrowing sadness gloomed all of their gladness,\\nFor the fearless French brother whose life-blood was spilled.\\nWith woe we are filled\\nFor the blood that was spilled,\\nAnd missing, still missing,\\nThe foemen are hissing.\\nTolling, ah, tolling!\\nThe life-tide is rolling\\nFar into the space where the star-circles shine.\\nAnd from their white orbits the great-souled Napoleon\\nLooks down on the shrouded the last of his line.\\nWe repine, ah, repine\\nAs tolling, ah, tolling!\\nThe life-tide is rolling\\n[250]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0272.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "Wailing, ah, wailing\\nBut nothing availing\\nAre the soul sombre inmates of Camden House Hall;\\nYet comfort was left, from the lost, to the living.\\nFor a prayer, full of trust, crowned the Prince-soldier s pall.\\nHope ye all, hope ye all,\\nWho re wailing, ah, wailing!\\nIn Camden House Hall.\\nINEEN.\\nStrangely a whisper was started,\\nFaintly it fell on the ear.\\nFilling the dire and the dauntless\\nWith a nameless feeling of fear.\\nTwas the march of a merciless monster\\nThro the regions far Southward seen\\nA region of soft skies and summer,\\nWhere a beautiful maiden was queen,\\nBut nothing knew she of the Fever,\\nThis beautiful maiden Ineen.\\nHourly the people wore wilder\\nAs nearer and nearer he drew,\\nAs the fair, the frail and the fearless\\nThis soul-freeing scourger slew.\\nBut never a sound reached the ruler,\\nAll smiling, as summer, were seen.\\nFor their doubts and dread mid the danger\\nWere all for their idol Ineen,\\nSought nothing for self mid the danger,\\nAll thought of their idol Ineen.\\n[251]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0273.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "Love was the light of the eve time,\\nLove was the hght of tlie day,\\nAnd thro this luminous love-land\\nThe queen was the white-center-ray.\\nThere worshiped the lord and the lowly,\\nAt this shrine of a golden sheen,\\nAt the pure sun-soul of the image\\nThe fair, living image Ineen,\\nAll of the people there worshiped\\nAt the shrine of the peerless Ineen.\\nEvening was softly descending,\\nAnd gloomily gathered amain.\\nClose round the fairy-formed maiden,\\nAwaiting her gorgeous train\\nWhen a shadow came creeping slow creeping\\nAnd hissed with a fearful sneer,\\nIneen, see the Deathly Demon\\nThe day of your doom is near,\\nNo need to shrink from the Demon\\nFor he s near, Ineen, he is near.\\nLittle she heeded the warning\\nSounded so sudden and shrill,\\nComing, he might, as a courtier.\\nBut never coming to kill,\\nFor was she not fresh as the morning?\\nAnd was she not goddess and queen\\nOf a grandly glorious kingdom\\nThis beautiful being Ineen?\\nThe star-eyed stay of a kingdom.\\nThis beautiful being Ineen?\\n[252]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0274.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "Night faded into the morning,\\nAnd hope Hghtly pressed every heart,\\nWhen echoed a shriek thro the palace\\nThat caused e en the stoutest to start\\nAnd there, in the glitter and gladness\\nThe shade of the Demon was seen.\\nAnd, as night into morning had faded,\\nSo faded their angel Ineen,\\nAs day passes into the darkness.\\nSo passed their bright angel Ineen.\\nIN MEMORIAM.\\nL. Q. C. LAMAR.\\nMissing moans sad Mississippi\\nShe, who was his foster State\\nMissing from the field of action,\\nHe the glorious and the great.\\nLoved Lamar our guide and guardian.\\nHe the brightest and the best\\nOf the bright stars mong our statesmen.\\nHe, the honored, is at rest.\\nMissing! sigh the Press and people,\\nHe, our faithful, life-long friend,\\nAnd no more that voice of magic\\nWill our hearts and homes defend.\\n[253]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0275.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "Champion of all goodly measures\\nFor your light we long will yearn\\nMissing is a friend and brother,\\nMissing at our every turn.\\nMissing! knells the sorrowed Nation,\\nMissing is a master mind,\\nAnd from ranks of sage and statesman\\nWhere his equal will we find?\\nNorth and South together mourn him,\\nEast and West enn7ingie tears\\nFor the Nation, whom he honored.\\nHonors him one of her peers.\\nMissing sob the lonely loved ones.\\nHe, the soul of all our songs,\\nHe, the sharer of our sorrows,\\nHe, the righter of our wrongs.\\nWithout sign, or \\\\Yord, or warning,\\nSuddenly his soul took wing.\\nAnd a voice is ever missing\\nWhen our saddened hearts would sing.\\nMissing, aye, forever miissing!\\nHe, the wise, the good, the great.\\nWith no stain upon his soul-life,\\nWith no stain upon his State.\\nGreat was he in each endeavor.\\nGreat while living, great when dead.\\nGreat for aye with endless honors\\nTwined and heaped upon his head.\\n[254]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0276.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "ETERNAL REST.\\nAnother gone in manhood s grace\\nThe death-winds sigh d and o er him stole,\\nA heavenly light fell on his face,\\nThe angels by him took their place\\nThen heavenward soar d blest with a soul.\\nAnother weary watch is o er.\\nThe burthen d brain is laid to rest.\\nAnd he, who Christ s white cross upbore,\\nAnd watchfully God s armor wore\\nIs singing anthems with the blest.\\nHis earnest prayer thro day and night\\nWhile at his work to faint and fall^\\nWas answered for, within the light\\nThat glorified his bravest fight,\\nWhile standing victor came the call.\\nHis life was given for the Cause\\nHe loved and labor d for full well\\nHe strove to rectify the flaws\\nThat man has made in Holy Laws,\\nNor paus d, nor falter d till he fell.\\nOft, oft, in anguish, would he say\\nHow many I have caus d to plod\\nThe sinful, darksome, deathly way?\\nBut, for each soul he turn d astray,\\nHe led a hundred unto God.\\n[255]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0277.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "Oft-times his eloquence found flight,\\nAnd wing d its way to touch the stars\\nAnd, in his look oft came a light\\nAs if inspir d and just in sight\\nOf Heaven s bright gate of golden bars.\\nCome strew the flowers, upon his mound,\\nThe fairest, purest, brightest, best;\\nFor ne er more faithful will be found\\nThan he, whose form is neath the ground-\\nWhose soul is in Eternal Rest.\\nTHE WHIPS AND SCORNS OF TIME.\\n(Graduating essay, read at Franklin Institute, Ky., June 22, 1876.)\\nForever on with ceaseless roll\\nAs moves thro space the passing soul,\\nSo swiftly, yet in majesty\\nDoth Time, the hoary monarch flee.\\nRemote we trace his sturdy tread\\nStrewn with the dying and the dead,\\nBack to the early days of man\\nWhen first his struggling life began\\nBack to the weird and mystic fold\\nThat close enshrouds those days of old\\nWhen all the earth an Eden glow d.\\nWhere streams of crystal brightness flow d\\nAlong the boundless mead of flowers\\nThat sparkled in the dewy showers,\\n[256]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0278.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "Thus spreading far o er sea and sky\\nA sweetly perfumed canopy\\nWhere merry songsters night and day\\nFill d all the air with thrilling lay.\\nWhere murmuring zephyrs whispered low\\nAbove this matchless garden s glow.\\nTwas there in beauteous nature s prime\\nThat first appeared the cycle Time.\\nHe came with warlike, fierce career\\nThat thrilled the human heart with fear.\\nP^or foes there are whose boasted powers\\nCan stand but for the passing hours,\\nThis foe, alas tho unreveal d,\\nIs one gainst whom there is no shield,\\nUnseen, yet felt, by shrinking man\\nThroughout this life s eventful span.\\nTime s ravages v/e lightly trace\\nIn song of fabled Muse and Grace,\\nThey tell us of those treasures rare\\nThat perfumed Eden s balmy air,\\nWhere, as some scorching desert fire\\nCame on its path destructive dire\\nAye, ruin came, but could not quell\\nThe hero of whose scorns we tell.\\nStill onward with Herculean force\\nHe stately treads his earthly course.\\nOf ancient days that poets sing\\nRound with strange mystic drap ries cling\\nFrom gifted Homer s lofty themes\\nWe weave bright pictures in our dreams.\\n17 [257]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0279.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "Proud Greece her banner swift unfurls\\nAs Time her glories onward hurls\\nTis studded with the wise and great\\nThat nobly honored Athens State\\nBut Grecian grandeur long is flown\\nA stranger king is on her throne.\\nAround the crumbling walls of Rome,\\nWhere Tiber s waters madly foam,\\nAre seen the cruel whips of Time\\nDestroying greatness in its prime.\\nHer ruined stones of Gothic mold\\nHer vanished honors doth unfold\\nThey lie in dark, confused heap\\nTo mark the ground where heroes sleep.\\nThis once proud empress of the land\\nThe scorns of time doth grimly brand,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIn dust he writes the slow decay\\nOf Rome the wonder of her day.\\nYes, Time has seen the rise and fall\\nOf greatest nations, one and all,\\nOf every monarch, every race\\nThat history s pages doth embrace;\\nHas seen the green Italian shore\\nBesprinkled with the Goth s red gore\\nThe sunny land of suffering Spain\\nO errun with warlike Moorish train,\\nHas smiled upon the woes of France\\nWhen by the striking of a lance\\nHath fall n a king beloved by all\\nAnd draped in gloom the palace hall.\\n[258]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0280.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "Ah, yes, has Time, the hero, view d\\nThe warUke age of Saxon feud.\\nWhen Briton s sons in accents proud\\nProclaimed their Norman wrongs aloud,\\nAnd fought with desp rate strength and might\\nTo save their homes from conq ror s right;\\nBut sad, alas the sequel came\\nThe Norman crushed the Saxon name.\\nThose magic days of hidden lore\\nOur poets sing, as bards of yore,\\nAgain we see, or seem to see\\nThe love-lorn days of chivalry\\nThen gallant lords of every clime.\\nEspoused the cause in darksome time\\nOf their own lawful monarch s right.\\nDisplaying valor, strength and might.\\nWith knightly tenderness and care\\nThey faithful watched the young and fair.\\nWhen threatening danger o er them hung\\nTheir massive weapons round them flung.\\nEach champion brave, had lady-love.\\nWho bright as angel form above.\\nReigned chosen queen within his heart\\nWhen loved they near or loved apart;\\nAnd this the law of chivalry\\nThat on the wings of time did flee.\\nAwake, O dreamer ah alas\\nThe sweetest visions soon must pass\\nReflect upon the present scene\\nThink what America has been\\n[259]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0281.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "As life-like pictures come to view\\nBehold her laurels waving true\\nAbove the brows of freemen brave,\\nWho nobly fought their homes to save\\nFrom horrors of the fiery brands\\nRed gauntlets thrown from coward hands\\nThat threatened life, or e en to make\\nTheir bending forms and heart-strings break.\\nBut no those hearts so bold and warm\\nRepelled them in the battles storm\\nAnd when the thunder, fire and smoke\\nAbove the battle-field had broke\\nOn high arose the gladsome cry\\nFor Washington and victory.\\nA hundred years have rolled away\\nSince dawned that bright, triumphant day\\nWhen freedom s sun in splendor rose\\nAnd proudly shone above his foes.\\nTime kindly smooths those heroes graves\\nO er which the guardian wild-flow r waves\\nHe, of their valor, leaves no trace\\nAnd of their glories leaves no grace,\\nSave storied legends of the few\\nOld veterans to their comrades true.\\nAnd this fair land of liberty\\nThat foreign foes will ne er defy!\\nStill on and on with measured tread\\nWhere gushing fountains in their bed\\nOnce broke upon the craggy stones\\nThat marked some giant s mouldering bones,\\n[260]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0282.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "Where regal forests grandly threw\\nA curtain o er the violets blue,\\nO er sunny hill, secluded vale,\\nO er ruins by the moonlight pale\\nGlides time, and trails his gloomy path\\nWith whips and scorns Oh, quenchless wrath\\nIs there among the maidens fair\\nWho grace this planet everywhere,\\nAmong the youths of noble mien,\\nThis serpent s fangs, who have not seen?\\nOr felt the griefs and tearful woes\\nThat follow where his venom goes\\nIs there a face, however bright,\\nHow wreathed in smiles of love and light\\nBut, in a dimly clouded hour,\\nHas felt as some poor trampled flower,\\nWith not a friend to cheer or guide\\nForsaken, scorned on every side.\\nAnd thus on some ill-fated day\\nHas faded, drooped and passed away?\\nTis thus the gallant and the great,\\nIf born of high or low estate\\nTis thus the aged and the young\\nMay hear their doleful requiem sung,\\nMay hear the death-knell solemn toll\\nA farewell to the parting soul.\\nOh, thus great Time has ever been\\nRecorder of deep grief and sin,\\nAnd thus he ne er will cease to be\\nTill merged into Eternity.\\n[261]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0283.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "As round upon the youthful forms,\\nWho know so few of Hfe s dark storms,\\nI look with dimmed and moistened eye\\nAnd feel my heart throb quick and high,\\nI think how Time will change the scene-\\nI peer behind his mystic screen\\nAnd think how faces, now so bright.\\nWill lose their merry, gladsome light;\\nHow forms that walk erect to-day\\nWill lose their grace, be old and gray\\nHow cheerful hearts will heavy grow\\nWhile bearing all life s weight of woe.\\nAnd is this opening to my view\\nA page of life that s wholly new?\\nWill all thus strangely pass away\\nAnd be forgot in one short day?\\nOh, Time it makes my burden d soul\\nCry out beyond my stern control\\nTo know, perhaps, in one fleet year\\nSo many faces smiling near\\nMay shed their light in distant lands\\nAway from faithful hearts and hands\\nAnd some forbid it gracious God\\nMay calmly sleep beneath the sod.\\nAnd is it true, when round we look\\nOn faces stamped in Time s great book,\\nCan it be true, that each calm brow\\nThat beams with kindly lustre now\\n[262]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0284.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "Will soon have slipped this mortal coil\\nHave left this gloomy vale of toil\\nAnd hearts thus bound by smiles and tears\\nBe rent asunder with the years?\\nOh, Hamlet when thy crazed brain\\nAll racked with ceaseless wrongs and pain\\nBewailed in stern soliloquy\\nOf life\u00e2\u0080\u0094 to be or not to be,\\nAnd thus in grand and measured rhyme\\nDeep cursed the whips and scorns of time\\nThou to a speech did then give birth\\nThat echoing through the clouds of earth\\nAt last did st reach undimmed above\\nThe mercy seat of angel s love,\\nWho pitied thee and quenched the fire,\\nThat burned thy soul for murdered sire,\\nAnd sent a star of their bright band\\nTo welcome thee to Summer-Land.\\nO potent Time I gently pray\\nThat in the future dawning day\\nThou wilt some gleams of mercy show\\nTo all who linger here, below\\nLet earth s fair bosom ever be\\nBlest with sweet peace and purity.\\nMay Heaven o er each devoted head\\nIts star-bespangled curtain spread,\\nAnd let its light fall soft and still\\nO er mead and fountain, vale and hill.\\n[263]", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0285.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "Great Time, kind Time, I softly pray-\\nTo spare our halls and mansions gray\\nAnd let them stand in lofty pride\\nAs on thy ceaseless footsteps glide.\\nOh, let us faint and lightly trace\\nThy furrow d lines on Love s sweet face\\nAnd spare awhile the cherished friend\\nWho to the hours sweet graces lend.\\nBut soon must come the sad farewell,\\nHow sad, our burning tears shall tell,\\nEach spirit free will soar on high\\nTo shining spheres beyond the sky.\\nAnd then oh, throbbing heart be still\\nAll, all,^with sweetest music thrill.\\nAnd mong this angel chorus blest\\nTired, conquered Time shall ever rest.", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0286.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0287.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0288.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3591", "width": "2211", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0289.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n015 906 077 9", "height": "3725", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "heartsongs00capp_0290.jp2"}}