{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2571", "width": "1756", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "anb (Dt\\\\}cv poems.\\n%^9 ;C39\\nST. JAHES cunniNGs,\\nAUTHOR OF\\nSTAVES OF THE TRIPLE ALLIANCE.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "anb (Dii}cv poems.\\nBY\\nST. JAHES cunniNGS,\\nAUTHOR OF\\nSTAVES OF THE TRIPLE ALLIANCE.\\nPublished by the Author.\\nOHARIiESTON, S. C\\n1899.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES RECEIVED,\\nOfflca of the\\nRegister of Copyp|gaf\u00c2\u00a7,\\nx)pyright, 1899.\\nBy St. James Cummings,\\nS\u00c2\u00a3COMO COPY,\\nV U k\\nPRESS OF\\nWALKER, EVANS AND COGSWELL CO\\nCHARLESTON, S. C.\\n1S99.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "To K. J. C.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE.\\nTHE FIGHT OFF FLAMBOROUGH HEAD.\\nUndaunted up and down the open seas. 9\\nTHE CHARTER OF YANN NIBOR.\\nHail, Yann Nibor, and hark, tlie happy\\nsong\\nTHE AMERICAN S ANTHEM.\\nAmerica, safe on thine ample breast 18\\nA VOLUNTEER.\\nHere show me a sign, O heart within 20\\nSPANISH PRAYER.\\nFrom the far open Courts of Heaven hear\\nus 22\\nTHE RED PRIVATE.\\nThe Red Private stands in the ranks, and\\nwaits 26\\nBET EEN THE CONTINENTS.\\nOnce Nero s oath, once Diocletian s word 28\\nBETWEEN THE HEMISPHERES.\\nArmenia s rage is in the doctor s care 30", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "6\\nPAGE\\nTHE WRECK OF THE ELBE.\\nThe Elbe sails no more 32\\nTHE BIRTHDAY BANQUETER.\\nI sat with my friends at the festal board 37\\nTHE LIGHT OF THE PRESS.\\nOne beacon more along the shore. of\\nthought 41\\nNEAR MT. MITCHELL.\\nDay after day, I see the great blue heights 42\\nA FAVOR.\\nA Favor Heart, what can it be 43\\nAUBADE.\\nShall joy be all in afternoon 44\\nWHAT OF MY BELOVED\\nWhat of my Beloved, ye who know her\\nwell 45\\nTO TRUANT LOVE.\\nCome home to my heart, O Love, come\\nhome, and remain 47\\nTHE AVOOER.\\nLove, thou hast the rarest, fairest 48\\nWITHOUT WORDS.\\nNow, now, or she leaves me 49\\nHOME CAME I TO MY LOVE.\\nHome came I to my Love fiO", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "7\\nPAGE.\\nTHE SEASONS OF HER SOUL.\\nHast thoxi once passed the gateways of the\\nSpring 52\\nCHARLESTON.\\nWhat buffets from the wind of circum-\\nstance 54", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE FIGHT OFF FLAMBOHOUGH HEA.D.\\n1779.\\nUndannted up and down tlie open seas\\nSaileth my gallant Captain John Paul Jones.\\nThe oaths and prayers, the fears and moans,\\nAnd scowling castles of his enemies\\nHe entertains or scorns, as he may please.\\nAlas the port, to which the favoring breeze\\nWafts in such visitor by night or day.\\nSmall grace hath he. nor hath he long to stay.\\nThis David of the blue doth sore affright\\nThe British giant of the island thrones.\\nHis restless heart is eager for the fight _\\nThat God will send him with the fall of night.\\nWith little squadron of provoking ships,\\nSouthward he drops at ease.\\nIn range of Scarborough Castle s guns.\\nA grim smile lights his lips.\\nWhen suddenly he sees\\nThat leagues away off Flamborough Head,\\nHither for his impatient welcome runs\\nA yellow frigate, one of Britain s best.\\nThe staunchest, tightest, finest of her kind.\\nBut never an ill-starred foeman s dread\\nBesets my captain s mind.\\nThe chance of conflict thrills his manly breast.\\nAnd yet his ship Bonhomme Richard,\\nWhat is it but a shell?\\nWith rust-cracked guns and joints ajar.\\nAnd a motley crew that know but one sure spell,\\nW hether the hazard be for good or ill\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe magic of my captain s will.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "10\\nSome quiet signal given, some quick words said\\nAnd bristling o er with cliallenge, the old ship\\nhies,\\nWith gladness dancing in the seamen s eyes.\\nAcross the crested wave toward Flamborough\\nHead;\\nAnd hails with solemn state\\nThe sancy frigate in canary dressed,\\nSerapis and is answered with a jest:\\nHow are you ladeuV Harkye, what s your bait,\\nO merchantman, begrimed, and quaint, and old?\\nQuick from our heroes bold\\nFlies back the answer piping hot,\\nRound, grape, and double-headed shot.\\nShort is the parley, ere each host\\nKnows whom he dares, and every tar\\nThinks less and less of jest and boast.\\nThe decks are cleared for action, but the night\\nO ertakes them ere the old Bonhomme Richard\\nCan coax the vain Serapis to the fight.\\nThen with the dark of night begins\\nA darker conflict, when our hero spins\\nA broadside s mortal taunt against the foe\\nAnd thundering to and fro,\\nThe minions o er the waters go.\\nThe fiend Destruction leaps from deck to deck.\\nVain, vain, the dominant brain, the hearts of\\nmight\\nFor mark you well our luckless plight.\\nAlready our ancient vessel is a wreck.\\nOur bursting cannon tear its beams away,\\nAnd scatter our baffled gunners by the score.\\nOnly three guns avail of all our store\\nAnd must we yield so early in the fight?\\nNow what will save us from dismay?\\nThe frigate moving in the meagre light\\nHath driven her bow into our mizzen-mast\\nAnd swift our old sea-tiger hath her fast.\\nLashed in a death-hold, bound and tied.\\nThus roughly rafted, side by side.\\nAnd bow by stern, the two ships ride.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "11\\nThe faltering guns with courteous kisses greet\\nEach other as the jostling rivals meet.\\nThe strife goes on that one must win\\nBy peep of moonlight and the cannon s flash.\\nAnd none can tell in all the murk and dm,\\nWhicli vessel suffers crash on crash.\\nIn full career of battle the fury dies,\\nA solemn quiet settles o er the ships:\\nOn a sudden hushed is the babble of iron lips\\nWhen blind with smoke, but blinder still with\\npride.\\nThe Briton exults, and Have you struck? he\\ncries.\\nThe lordly spirit whom he hath defied\\nSharp on the silence of the night\\nAnswers I have not yet begun to fight\\nFiom the Serapis wall of guns once more\\nThe rei streams of her wrath outpour.\\nShall our brave gunners unresisting die?\\nThe rusty shattered guns make no reply.\\nLarboard and starboard old Bonhomme Richard\\nIn woful vents doth yawn,\\nAnd eTOry hope seems gone.\\nDefeat cannot be far.\\nOh, God of truth What help may stay our doom?\\nOur sister ship i^lliance, stricken mad.\\nNot rebel, not royal, but foul at heart and bad,\\nAnd blundering and skulking in the gloom.\\nRakes us with fire, yet spares the tugging foe.\\nCan human hearts hold out gainst such a blow?\\nDid ever demon out of smoke and fire\\nOf black perdition bum with such desire?\\nDespite our howls of deep, outraged despair,\\nShe wheels, and strikes us hard again again 1\\nOne shot of hers hath slain eleven men.\\nMaster of right is this triie fight and fair?\\nHead, side, and stern, she cuts us through and\\nthrough.\\nAnd never a deed to stay her can we do.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "12\\nFour monster foes we now are forced to fight\\n(Ay, and a fifth one is the blinding night!)\\nThe sea, that breaks in on us fast and free\\nAnd fire, that eats our ship up greedily;\\nOur ally too (God save the mark!)\\nWho worries us and damns us in the dark,\\nAnd shows the world what turning friends may\\nbe;\\nAnd last the frigate, welcomed and defied,\\nFor weal or woe fast grappled to our side.\\nNay, arc there more? Now heaven knows\\nThis is the great birth-bed of foes\\nThe master-of-arms, supposing all but lost,\\nHath loosed some hundred prisoners, and straight\\nThey swarm on deck to know their fate.\\nBut ere to friends alongside they have crossed,\\nMy captain turns tiheir agile fears\\nTo the unmanned pumps, and wins their willing\\ncheers.\\nOh, heard you ever the like? Two mighty foes\\nHe pits against each other, and on the battle goes.\\nWe seek to fight below, but all in vain\\nSmoke, fire, and flood, and hospital of pain!\\nNo answer there we hope to make\\nTheir galling guns that through our timbers break\\nBrave men speak out, and in one voice implore\\nCaptain, what fight we for? Give o er, give o er.\\nThe ship is bitten with fire, and flooding fast\\nAlready it sinks our happy hour is passed.\\nCan mortal man fight on beneath the wave?\\nIs honor ever to lose, and never to save?\\nTake heart, brave lads, he cheerily cries, take\\nheart.\\nWe re anchored to the foe keep up the fray.\\nAnd if our vessel sink, and we must part,\\nWe ll man a better one the coming day.\\nOn deck we haste, and all our seamen s wear,\\nSince we are cripi)led down below,\\nThe British shall not fight another hour\\nOn deck, or in the top,", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "13\\nBut in the belly of their craft must stay.\\nUp here we mean to fight and win the day.\\nOut hurricane let drive the leaden shower I\\nWell done, marines Now down their top-men\\ndrop\\nErelong their decks and masts we clear of men\\nThe British captain walks his deck alone,\\nSave for the dead and dying round him strewn.\\nNow feed them with surprise again I\\nMy merry sailor on the yard runs out,\\nWith hand grenade and live rosette.\\nInto the hatchway, where confined they fret,\\nHe throws his smoking hot ball w th a shout\\nAmid their stores of powder and traps of woe,\\nAnd half a hundred Britons feel the blow.\\nDirer than cannon sounds the sailor s breath!\\nConfusion hatches in this nest of death.\\nHis broken battery my captain wields\\nAgainst the mainmast of the foe\u00e2\u0080\u0094 it yields\\nIt totters and yet firm their captain stands.\\nHe wonders, though no word he saith.\\nIs the American in league with Death?\\nCarnage of pent-up comrades checks his breath.\\nHe hearkens for a moment to the cries\\nThen melts the wild defiance in his eyes.\\nAnd left alone, with his own hands\\nHe hauls his colors down the trembling mast.\\nHail, hail O Sea and hail, ye English towers I\\nBonhomme Richard hath won the light at last.\\nSad, yet still proud, the Briton steps aboard\\nThis battered victor-ship of ours\\nBut such a hero shall not lose his sword.\\nMy gallant captain plays the host to-hight:\\nIn such a valiant foe he takes delight.\\nAnd still the fight goes on above, below:\\nThe fires still rage, and still the waters flow.\\nIt boots not to withstand the bustle is vain.\\nThe good old ship must sink beneath the main.\\nTis sweet to live, and feel the hour sublime\\nUp, up all hands and off, while there is time,", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "14\\nAnd bear away our dying and our dead\\nTo safer quarters in our prize instead.\\nThe old and war-torn, flame-scarred bark\\nHath borne us well the past dread night and dark.\\nNow in the light of day, with honor bright,\\nWith glorious colors at the masthead flying\\nBehold the sight, ye scatheless and ye dying\\nThe battle done and won, here in the captain s\\nsight.\\nWith every pledge fulfilled that he hath said,\\nBonhomme Richard goes down off Flamborough\\nHead.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE CHARTER OF YANN NIBOR.*\\nTTiil YaniiNibyr! and hark! the happy song t\\nUp with the tide and down, good ballads strong.\\nTo make the sailor dance upon the sea, _\\nAnd swell his heart ^vith thoiight that rises free\\nO er sunny prospects, and o er duty done.\\nCheer for the mighty cratt that run\\nThe long steam-beaten roadway of the blue.\\nOr sullenly heave to\\nAt the imperious trumpet-call of war!\\nDo men still dare the tempest and what for?\\nGood Breton, we would have expressed\\nThe lusty hopes that fill the sailor s breast\\nAnd ^^hy out o er the billow with the wind.\\nHe sneeds away, nor moans to leave behind\\n?he ?mne ?f love, and calm, rock-bedded rest.\\nThou knowest: for the wooing waves did sing\\nEnchantment for thy heart, and lo, not Spring.\\nNor generous Summer held thy pleasure after\\nOn Breton slopes by festal night or day\\nSi^g us the chai-m for which thou fledst away\\nFrom old St. Malo to the open sea\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe rippling murmur, and the mellow laughter.\\nAnd sighs as of a bride a waiting thee.\\nTh*^ most Dicturesque thing which any Minister of\\nSenlingly hewn of ot fanite with a -tc-^t^ Yanu\\nJanuary, IS JG.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "16\\nFor oh, we fain would keep in heart,\\nThough time and tide drift all apart,\\nThe rare fond music of the breeze that blew,\\nWhen first we went a-venturing.\\nAnd when the long, white wake would run\\nE en like a bride s veil. That was ere we knew\\nThe hazard of the life begim,\\nEre Fortune mocked us, and we failed to bring\\nMore boon than sorrow from the deep\\nDimly that music haunts us when we sleep.\\nAnd hearken, Yann Nibor, sea-minstrel true,\\nThou art a man, hast fought the hurricane\\nthrough,\\nPeered through the fog to read the star-bright\\nblue.\\nHast thou a song to drive the black thoughts out,\\nThat stow in mariners their murky rout,\\nMake blank the heavens like a beamless night,\\nStifle the spirit like a windless sea\\nThoughts darkening, deadening past all sound\\nor sight\\nThe golden worth of mortal man s desire?\\nSing the clear morrow, and the reefless lea.\\nBlow us a boon to kindle the dampened tire,\\nTo crest the surge, and fill the listless sail,\\nAnd rouse the wretch that ev n in dreams would\\nquail.\\nAbove the dead who strew the ocean s floor.\\nIf thou canst make us smile, nor think of shore\\nAs Death s wide mDuth forever in a roar.\\nThen sing, O Captain, we will chime v.-ith thee.\\nIf good fair weather in our hearts there be.\\nWe ll lightly reck the black blast when it raves,\\nAnd make night radiant with thy flashing staves.\\nThe black thoughts gone, then sing thy bravest\\nwill.\\nWe ll doubt no more oar shipmates or our wives\\nNor think the landmen barter sailors lives,\\nBut share with us the stores from vale and hill.\\nWe ll feel, as to thy melody we thrill.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "17\\nThat hearts of millions ride with us the seas,\\nAnd fall n, we shall not be forgot of these.\\nOurs too the land; though exiled on the tide,\\nOut faith will match our inland brothers pride\\nStrike thou at need the stirring battle-note,\\nTo tune the t-torm-bred sailor s throat.\\nIf fight we must, and kill.\\nCry the great combat just, and worth the life.\\nAnd tacit peace but ill.\\nSo will the sailor gather from the strife\\nWith wind and wave the rapture of devotion,\\nAnd hear his loved ones whisper on the ocean.\\nO Yann Nibor, thy song is sweet,\\nThou mighty minstrel of the Fleet.\\nFor as thou singest, each one in his heart\\nReads clear the mission wherein he hath part\\nLife s nassion seems less blindly understood:\\nFled is the evil, leaving but the good.\\nWhat is defeat, if thou keep up thy singing?\\nOr death s cold silence, if thy chant be ri ging?\\nHearty applause in thy brave voice \u00c2\u00abve hear\\nFor all good deeds wherewith the rolling earth\\nGoes brighter through the heavens from year to\\nyear.\\nThou keep st u mindful of the glorious dead\\nBut ere their living peers be sped.\\nName them, and make us know their worth.\\nSing us of love, and faith, and mirth.\\nWe would not risk the sea for naught\\nSing the glad havens that all men have sought.\\nWe will be more than sailor men\\nSome day we may not sail again.\\nPast cloud and star, past wind and foam,\\nHo, for soul s weather! sing the sailor homel", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "18\\nTHE AMERICAN S ANTHEM.\\nAmerica, safe on thine ample breast\\nI wake from my slumber, I work and rest.\\nAnd whether my homestead be\\nThe lowlands that face the sea,\\nOr towering hills, yet thou all art mine.\\nMay God, of His grace, make the end divine\\nIn all that thou art to me.\\nOh, where could I hope with my heart to flee,\\nAnd leave thee this side of eternity?\\nThough robbed of both ej^es and voice,\\nIn thee should I still rejoice\\nTo lay my fond hand on thy sacred soil.\\nAnd stand with my brothers and share their toll,\\nSo dear is my home, my choice.\\nThou too hast thy part of the grief of earth,\\nBut great is thy joy as our manhood s worth.\\nThe centuries hold in store\\nThat freedom declared of yore\\nBy heroes that came at thy call and died\\nAnd if our true heritage be defied,\\nAsk thou of me more and more.\\nNo shame ever ri e for my land s despair\\nThy goodliness sweeten to me my care\\nTo climb, and disdain to creep.\\nOr faint though thy heights are steep.\\nWith gain from the field, and the mine and the\\nmart.\\nTake thou richer harvest from out my heart.\\nWhere hopes of thy days I keep.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "19\\nO God, we do offer thanksgiviKg to Thee,\\nAnd round every yenr with a JTibilee.\\nGrant Thou that no hostile gun,\\nNor treason that hates the sun,\\nMay lower our standards, or sound our Icuell;\\nBut may our fair land be the one to tell\\nHow Thy great accord is won.\\nOur Mother, whose children are life to thee,\\nWho bless thee with beauty though dead they be,\\nTime keep thy young honoi bright\\nThrough men who will live for right\\nAnd joy in the freedom the fathers found\\nSing praise for the hills and vales around.\\nAnd virtues that come to light.\\nIn women endeared may the land be blest.\\nEach deeming the Nation her hoTsehold s guest.\\nTo bridal or burial bell\\nMay Faith answer, All is well\\nWith good for our portion, in heaven our trust,\\nLet hearts of glad millions, whose lives are just,\\nThe patriot s anthem swell.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "20\\nA VOLUNTEER.\\nHere show me a sign. O heart within\\nBy the new name hail! yon are volunteer!\\nAway with the paltry compound of sin,\\nWith vanity, self -loving, doubt and fear.\\nAnd up with the hope that shall shine on high,\\nAnd flame with a glory to fire the earth.\\nTo light me the vision that may descry\\nThe greatest gift that my life is orth.\\nOut of all the blessings showered on me.\\nMay God inspire me ith faith to give\\nSome home -born offering s v\\\\ eet that may be\\nRefreshing food hereby love may live.\\n.A touch from my mother s tender hand,\\nAnd a kiss on my brow from her trembling lips\\nAh. smile for my witness, my native land!\\nAnd flutter ye flags on the eager ships\\nFor God is behind that hand and touch.\\nI cannot be lost w here er I go.\\nI accept the pa n, be it little or much\\nFor the right and the power are Thine to bestow.\\nI am one of the army of God s High Will.\\nWork tlie name in, while I bow my head.\\nWhen I rise, I am sworn to charge and kill\\nTill the wrong we combat or I be dead.\\nThat is the sum of it all, my heart\\nBut I lift my voice for our leaders too:\\nAs they deal out the peril by map or chart,\\nGod save us the blunders, and keep us true", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "21\\nWhile in heaven Thou holdest the grand review.\\nThe sv?eep of our landsmen and seamen to scan.\\nSend blazing Thy love and Thy wrath on through\\nThe Commander s breast to the last, last man.\\nAnd the foe? and the foe? Thy will be done.\\nThey are Thine, as v^ e are Oh, grant them\\ngrace\\nWith us, slayers and slain, when the peace is won,\\nTo meet for Thy pardoning face to face.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "22\\nSPANISH PRAYER.\\n(Santiago de Cuba, 13th July, 1898.)\\nFrom the far open courts of heaven hear us, hear\\nus.\\nShut in, beyond hail, agasp as a beast in a\\nwell.\\nOh, that o er thunder of harrowing musket and\\nshell.\\nWith spii es and houses falling, and madness near\\nus,\\nAlmighty God might once from the distance hear\\nus.\\nCould this be the fate no seer had thought to\\nforetell\\nThat God in His heaven should turn His face,\\nand leave us?\\nShall we liold to the heartless life, and the siege\\nthat s grievous?\\nli we light without sweet, glad faith, is the\\nfight for Thee?\\nAnswer, and let us escape, shut in on an is!e\\nof the sea.\\nPray for us Holy Virgin, our sway is\\nbroken.\\nSilent is Heaven still, its favor unspoken.\\nFor the love of mercy, that He may grant\\nus a token.\\nPray for us pray for us\\nThe only response we get the enemy say for\\nus,\\nUnpriestly burden of the cannons lips\\nFrom their camps and from their ships\\nDown in the dust down\\nWith Spain and her old renown.\\nWith her people and her crown.\\nForsaken of God and all 1 down down", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "23\\nMuch we fear there s a great hidden v.m onjr hat\\ndooms us\\nBelike a thcnsand go with it all out. of .-t eing.\\nFrom ghosts unseen is there neve. ;t \u00e2\u0096\u00a0Jionce\\nof fleeing?\\nGreat Creditor, maybe an unpaid debt u.-dmes\\nus\\nThat calls for the nation s life ard nK.ioto\\npay-\\nTo be dead and a beggar still to f|i .judg-\\nment-day.\\nLord pardon for sins we ve foigotteii. or ne er\\ndid know.\\nThe dust of the long years settles on i vi i.l and\\nfoe,\\nAnd given and taken grow one with all Urn IMiee.\\nIn vain we count the doubloons from I l iltht to\\nbe fiee;\\nAnd in vain would we balance the wroni: nul, the\\nright.\\nThou knowest where now our oldoii i i: :i-iire8\\nbe,\\nOr in Peruvian mine or Mexican a(--i\\nTake pay from our hearts that are o] hii\u00c2\u00ab-.1 and\\nturned unto Thee.\\nMake straight the account, O God, wiili Thy\\nrighteous sight,\\nAnd the devious paths of cur t eet coni:i l i- light.\\nO Blessed Virgin, bear our pr:iv. ip on\\nhigh.\\nThere comethno answer from i]i aden\\nsky\\nBut the surly mutterings of tbf- ciditions\\nlips\\nFrom the foemen s camps and fvoui their\\nships\\nDown in the dust v^th the Spaniard dnwnl\\ndown", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "24\\nIt is Spain that prays Thou knowest her genera-\\ntions,\\nThe world-owner Spain, in the East and the\\nWest most glorious.\\nBody and soul we ruled as Thy primate mong\\nthe nations.\\nIt was long ago and the changers have tram-\\npled o er us.\\nBut our hearts are the very same Almighty,\\nrestore us\\nWhat race of the world that runs may not slip\\nand stumble?\\nAh, wouldst Thou save us just to be heart-sore\\nand humble?\\nNay, still save us, but lend us the heart that\\nobeys Thee,\\nTo go empty, and lone, and palsied, and\\npraise Thee.\\nSant lago, pray tor us, children of Spain the\\nmother.\\nWe cry for answer from heaven, and get none\\nother\\nThan the hot death-jargon rom the lips\\nOi. the foemen s cannon in their camps\\nand ships\\nDown in the dust with the Spaniard down I\\ndown!\\nIs hope now beyond our prayer? is help? is sur-\\nrender?\\nHast Thou narrowed the Spaniard s prayer\\nto a call for death?\\nHow long is Spain to strike for the end Thou wilt\\nsend her.\\nAnd choke in the smoke till Thou stop both\\nprayer and breath?\\nOh, marvelous mission of death 1\\nNot for love or for mercy s sake.\\nDeath, that we may not take,\\nDeath, we must work and win,\\nAll else being despair and sin.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "25\\nMajestic One, so now we pray Thee to hear ua,\\nWe of Spain in death-prayer with no answer to\\ncheer us,\\nBut the wonder when will the rack be o ert\\nwAjid never a Spaniard hear forevermore\\nThat roar of the cannons lips\\nFrom the foemen s camps and ships\\nDown in the dust down!\\nWith Spain and her old renown,\\nWith her people and her crown.\\nForsaken of God and all down I down I", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "26\\nTHE RED PRIVATE.\\n(Romance in Cuba, 1898.)\\nThe Red Private stands in the ranks, and waits;\\nBut captain and sergeant do not divine\\nThe truth of his name or race who rates\\nAs a six-foot private superfine.\\nBut there he stands with his belt and gun,\\nAnd the silence of four hundred years he holds.\\nScion of a people whose time is done,\\nAnd heir to lost acres and hundred-folds.\\nThere he goes grimly in front of them all.\\nRed Pathfinder blazing a way for the Fates.\\nSantiago flag, you are doomed to fall.\\nSantiago bars, you must ope your gates.\\nSantiago s streets are opened wide.\\nAnd out and in the world pours through\\nAn army at rest is encamped outside,\\nAnd a new flag rises and floats in the blue.\\nSantiago San Salvador, surges the thought.\\nHere lies the doomed fleet with the drowned\\nand the slain\\nThere came the great Mariner when he brought\\nThe first bold caravels hither from Spain.\\nWhat moved the Red Private s heart to fight?\\nAsk him, ask him for none else knows.\\nTo restore and defend imperilled right?\\nOr to halt proud Error where he goes?\\nSomebody sometime taught him to spell.\\nAnd he conned the page of the Spaniards deeds\\nOf highways and byways to heaven and hell.\\nAnd the caste of unholy and holy creeds.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "27\\nSmall hope of his own had he to restore,\\nAnd yet for hearth and home wrought he.\\nVast tribes evanished, they come no more,\\nBut man is man and he must be free.\\nWhat clouds the Red Private s dusky brow,\\nWhen the cable burns with the promise of\\npeace?\\nFrom sword and gun to pen and plow.\\nIs this all to him but a poor release?\\nFrom the deep-set eyes what a light breaks\\nthrough\\nAt our Admiral s praise, to the crews Amens\\nOf the faith and the worth of the Chinese few,\\nWho were meet to be fellow -citizens.\\nNo allegiance to swear, yet loyal and brave,\\nOf ancient pedigree, yet unknown,\\nMid foreign hosts he stood and gave\\nA native s love, with no land for his own\\nUp. red hero, come home with the rest!\\nYour heart beats true above bar or ban.\\nCome home to your mother, the mighty West,\\nBaptized a man and American.", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "28\\nBETWEEN THE CONTINENTS\\nOnce Nero s oatli, once Diocletian s word\\nWent forth that only by the sword and fire\\nThe imperial world might cleanse itself of quick\\nContagion from the Christian head and heart.\\nThen in the amphitheatre the lamps\\nWere human beings that an hour or two\\nBlazed through the Roman dark, and strove apace\\nWith moon and stars that made a light in Heaven.\\nOnly mid terrors of the Catacombs\\nMight Christian kin prolong their dubious years\\nNot theirs the sky, not theirs the open fields.\\nThe world was Rome s and like octopus arms\\nThe highway drew them to the circus sands.\\nAnd that was near two thousands years ago,\\nNow he of Buddha looks to him of Christ,\\nFrom Ganges east to Land s End in the west,\\nAnd stares with heavy thought, remembering\\nThousands of years that washed with ears of\\nblood,\\nThousands of miles that lie twixt creed and creed.\\nHath deluge come again? the arena s flame?\\nAnd blade insatiable, that at its ease.\\nFrom day to day of ordered festival.\\nFells the fair lives appealing helplessly\\nBetween the continents? For wide around\\nThe nations pause aghast, and from the tiers\\nOf mountain ranges peer into tne close\\nOf wracked Armenia. See the ghostly eyes\\nOf Sivas, Trebizond and Erzeroum,\\nAnd hamlets at the foot of Ararat,\\nGleam in the waste begirt by Euxine cold\\nMediterranean waters. Marmora,\\nAnd the Aegean with orchestral isles,\\nIt is the Colosseum swollen too large\\nFor Tiber s banks, and ample for the world\\nTo throng its awful circle of despair.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "29\\nThe wraith of Asia Minor now may haunt\\nThe listless sleep of myriads, and the fate\\nOf nations proud with conquest and content,\\nMay mark full soon with rubric of God s wrath\\nThe folk and lands from farthest Hebrides\\nTo Hindoo Kush. For ought not she who wears\\nOf London and Calcutta, those great crowns,\\nTo strike the brigand conscience of the Turk,\\nWho blots the path between her palaces\\nWith blood and ashes, hard by Palestine?\\nThere is a nation that the ocean makes\\nA stranger unto those around the walls,\\nAnd blood- splashed pillars of that awful place.\\nEarth keeps her seasons may she not have kept\\nThe impulse of the good Samaritan?\\nWhat though a people, moved in love s behalf,\\nPerish thereby, like monk Telemachus\\nTheir day of service, like a child s, may bear\\nHigh passion of communion, and outshine\\nHundreds of years unloving and secure.\\nO, God of all, Inviolate, forbid\\nTnat vampire hosts should revel in the blood\\nOf Thy lone hostages, and still deny\\nTheir ransom save by death. Wake Thou with\\nlight\\nThe great lethargic continents, to rise\\nFor new mom s litany, and short Beware!\\nNow brute Offence, thou shalt pollute no more.", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "30\\nBETWEEN THE HEMISPHERES.\\n(Cuba, 1898.)\\nArmenia s rage is in the doctor s care.\\nNo arbiter with the heroic voice\\nAnd instant power hath c eigned to solace her.\\nBnt in the West the Marshals are convened.\\nFrom host to host the word of war is passed\\nOff with the heavy hand and brutal foot!\\nThe oppressed is Cuba, and the oppressor Spain.\\nIt shall no longer be. Custom and grace\\nOld privilege and pride must all be broken,\\nTo mend anew in after days or years,\\nAs mercy and justice wisely may prescribe.\\nNow flames the fire of battle, and life and deat^\\nAre closer comrades than for many a year.\\nThe whole world wheels alert and sun and muon\\nBy day and night at once illuminate\\nThe unbroken battle-field and battle-main.\\nCancer and Capricorn are highways now.\\nOnly where polar realms elude man s life\\nCan fancy stand aside and take no part.\\nLook in man s heart and see the battles bom.\\nEast Indies had a sister in the west.\\nDaily Antilles hailed the Philippines,\\nAwaked at morn by fretful i- urging seas:\\nYou pay your tax as we, and we are kin.\\nHold cry the millions of America,\\nYou pay the tax no more we too are kin.\\nVague doctrines of aloofness we put by\\nIn quick abeyance, whlie we cry abroad\\nNo hermits we, ensconced in our conceit.\\nTo break away and seek the forest depths\\nWhen foreign feet come echoing down our paths\\nNor fond crusaders, at o erwhelming cost\\nTo abandoned homes and every rood of the way", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "31\\nForcing opinion on remote world-ends.\\nWe look for equity, to keep the approach\\nTo heart and head wide open to the world.\\nKeenly to know and feel the right and wrong.\\nThe deed is record of our power to see.\\nNow when this dark bulk here obstructs the light,\\nWe strive to make th horizon clear again.\\nFor we are kin, and would not be ignored.\\nAsk your own heralds they may find the strain\\nSome dozen or score of centuries agone.\\nBut we are kin, and claim the brother s right\\nTo ask the wherefore of the whip and screw,\\nThe bloody welt and ceaseless, piteous cry.\\nYou broke the bulwark that the distance made.\\nAh, saving distance nature s great police,\\nThe mute patrol that holds the tyrant safe.\\nDistance in blood, and time and place may build\\nA belt as of Gibraltars round intrigue,\\nImpregnable but to the sun and rain.\\nBut here Afliiction to our doorstep clings,\\nAnd here the Tioubler follows in our sight.\\nUp with the flag the long quiescence ends\\nWhat callous realms of the Old World condone,\\nBalance of empire, and colonial sway,\\nCuts to the heart the New World s man as man.\\nRemembering his distress of other years.\\nWho fights great odds for life and home, ard lives.\\nNe er tastes the fullness of his gratitude.\\nTill Grief has known his hospitality.\\nAway, rude sovereignty, and off for home\\nThe sea- waif smitten of you, is now f ur guest.\\nHark, CoiTsin, we are kin. The tax is paid.", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "32\\nTHE WRECK OF THE ELBE.\\nThe Elbe sails no more.\\nNow chant the reijuiem with the waves thab roar\\nO er the North Sea in troublous, dread halloo.\\nLost is the babe untried, and lost the tried and\\ntrue.\\nNo flowers, alas, need we\\nTo scatter balm on soft and murmuring winds\\nNo graves that beg forget-me-nots there be,\\nSave in the keep of sad, memorial minds\\nNo warm tears falling on the cradling earth\\nBut change at once the music of our mirth.\\nAnd tone our Miserere on the air,\\nTo assuage with flowing words our great despair\\nThe Elbe staunch that lately pux to sea\\nFrom sea will ne er come home again.\\nWith children, maidens, wives, and men.\\nFrom many a nation s firesides came\\nThe voyagers, and many a worthy name\\nWas taxed for victims all the world for gain\\nWould the extortionate sea distrain\\nAnd now of thrice a hundred lives and more\\nBehold the remnant, but a score a score.\\nHark, what one sad and lonely woman saith.\\nThe only woman saved from that wide death\\nUp out of the cold, drear, morning dim there\\ncame\\nA blind, mysterious craft of which none saw\\nThe flag or name\\nThe fellow of that flying spectral shape.\\nWhich cruising round the southern cape,\\nDestruction in its wake doth draw.\\nAnd as the rash sea-unicorn might pierce\\nThe fisher s fragile boat, this heedless, fierce\\nSea-farer crashed into our vessel s bow\\nInto her breast drove home its murderous prow,", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "33\\nPaused for a space in deadlock\u00e2\u0080\u0094 took to flight,\\nIn a trice was off and away, and out of sight\\nLeaving a tunnel wide\\nIn our poor vessel s side.\\nThrough which the mass of waters swept\\nIn one strong steady tide\\nO er those who waked and those who slept.\\nOh, there was dreadful waking at gi-ey mom!\\nHundreds that wakened not were borne\\nStill dreaming down to the ocean s roomy bed.\\nWith never a soft good-bye or blessing said.\\nThe captain on the bridge, what could he do?\\nThe pilot at the wheel, for aught he knew.\\nWas steering the good ship unflinchingly\\nDown headlong to the bottom of the sea.\\nAnd oh, the mist, the cold and raging wave!\\nThe people hanging o er their common grave!\\nAnd boats were lowered, and swallowed in the\\nfoam,\\nVoid of their human freight that longed for home.\\nThe other boats defying might and main,\\nWere ice-bound in the iron chain,\\nThe deathlike cruel grasp\\nOf the sinking ship that no man coiild unclasp.\\nAnd the seamen cried. In vain, in vain!\\nAnd each one felt the agonizmg weight\\nThe ship was swiftly settling to her fate.\\nA great sea rose just then and carried me o er.\\nI saw a strange light like a falling star\\nMy ears were smitten by the awful roar.\\nWildly I clutched at\u00e2\u0080\u0094 caught a floating spar,\\nHeld fast and knew no more.\\nThe cadence of the sorrow that we sing\\nFalls not alone for those who careless lie\\nIn ocean s darkness; bat we ring, we ring\\nThe solemn note for some whose bodies warm\\nNow housed on sunny shores escaped the storm.\\nFor ah, their souls are cold and in the dark,\\nAnd like their comrades corses that lie stark", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "34\\nAnd hidden from the light, that cannot come\\nThe long, dark, dismal way\\nTo them far off, and blind, and niamb\\nFor doubly barriered are they\\nGainst love s bright eye, and all the beaming day.\\nNeeds the Almighty help, that His rude sea\\nMust be assisted in its huge employ\\nOf making desolation, bringing joy\\nTo dreadful silence where dead sea-things be?\\nAnd if the hearts beieaved should ever say,\\nSeaman, where saw you last our loved ones then?\\nMust his soul answer, Men are men;\\nEach for his ovsm life on the sea and land.\\nWe saw your loved ones standing hand in hand,\\nSome beckoning from the half -merged ship for\\naid.\\nAnd others praying mutely unafraid\\nSome drifting blinded by the wintry spray,\\nThose few quick moments as we pulled away\\nFrom the endangering hulk that shook men down\\nIn desperate leaps upon our burdened boat.\\nAnd do ye wonder that with meaning frown\\nWe struggled from them sieging us afloat?;\\nFrom the careening ship we sped, and so\\nWe know not of the end but know\\nThe Elbe breasts the waves no more.\\nThe doomed ship s wanderings are o er.\\nAnd we, a handful from her cabins, live\\nFor what small cheer remaining j ears may give.\\nForbid that any ghosts should walk the deep,\\nAnd pass us yonder where the others sleep.\\nSpirits of Norsemen, who were wont to play\\nOn these wild waves in your heroic day.\\nSaw ye the cold desertion and the blow\\nThat smote the strugglers back into their woe?\\nLight task had ye to conquer, if ye sailed\\nThe Northern Sea to-day.\\nYe would not thus have (juailed\\nIf blundering kin had wrought you such dismay\\nTo fill God s ark of safety, when His waves", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "35\\nWaken the old deluge far from shore-\\nOne woman to a score.\\nAnd is it thus the fleeing soul outbraves\\nThe challenge to nobility, and hears\\nThose hundred voices crying in his earsV\\nAlas, for comfort s world, where ease is all,\\nAnd sacrifice is but a name for pain.\\nni -fated ship, rest quiet neath the main.\\nNor hope for namesake would a captain call\\nA new-manned craft by thy unhappy name?\\nThe Ship Unmanned forever be thy fame.\\nRest thee far do tvn, and may we never know\\nMore for thy deep-sea burden than the woe\\nOf wounded faith afflicted with the scorn\\nOf man that is of woman born.\\nYet at the manly -season in her stead\\nTakes the soft vantage, leaves her with the dead\\nBut heroes still will have their day,\\nAnd here we fondly pray\\nThat boyish hearts of unchilled chivalry.\\nWho o er toy seas now steer their paper fleet\\nMay still wax glorious when they meet\\nThe sudden appalling peril of the open sea.\\nAnd may the mother s pride\\nFind naught in all the years that may betide\\nThe daunting of that spirit of youth,\\nDespoiling of that heart of native ruth.\\nOr ague poisoning the growing man,\\nWith conscience murmuring its direful ban.\\nHonor s confiding whisper let them hear\\nSweet is the safety of a heart that sijrings\\nTo saving of another. Heavenly cheer\\nFrequents such hearts, and in them some\\nthing sings\\nLike song-birds in a sunny atmosphere.\\nIn our young manhood s quickening sight\\nBe it forever a rare delight,\\nA prize to crown life s holiday.\\nThe joyous hazard of those who lead the van.", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "36\\nGod s ovm, who dare alway\\nTo do what mortal can\\nFrom o(;ean s grasp to snatch the hapless host\\nOf any shattered and dismantled bark\\nEre billows bury thera down in the dark,\\nOr toss them to the coast.\\nThese shall onr sailors be\\nAnd wert thou drifting still in the North Sea,\\nTwould be a boon in haste to speed to thee\\nBut no, the Elbe sails no more,\\nAnd boy and man are gone to their long rest:\\nThe mother with her child upon her breast.\\nThe maiden for he^- beauly all unblest.\\nBide there forever alone down in the deep;\\nFor never a man will dream, ev n in his sleep,\\nOf finding a mate of like distress for thee,\\nElbe the Ship Unmanned, and lost in the North\\nSea.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "37\\nTHE BIRTHDAY BANQUETER.\\nI sat with my friends at the festal board,\\nWith viands, and wine and a closing year.\\nI fed my life on the tender cheer\\nThat rich in their harvest-hearts they had stored,\\nAnd now spread bounteous to comfort me.\\nI touched my lips with the morsels rare\\nOf life that flies, and swims and blooms,\\nWith clov r pastures and summer air\\nFound meshed in nature s herding looms.\\nThe meliing cream, and the crisp, tart tlake.\\nThe quick, sweet word that a warm heart spane,\\nI know not which had the rarest savor.\\nOr which intended the fairest favor\\nFor each was as lingerly bland as the other\\nAnd each might have been the other s mother.\\nBut about the host and guests there moved\\nAn outer circle of curious creatures.\\nThat scanned the servers careful features.\\nAnd with them flitted, as if it behoved\\nTheir proper pride to be just as intent\\nTo catch the banqueter s nodding assent.\\nThese were my ministering outlived Years,\\nThat served me unnoted of others ears.\\nAnd mindless of others hands and eyes.\\nWith queries as low as the breeze that dies.\\nEach when her days were rounded complete.\\nTurned to a Hebe, and brought me to eat\\nOf the memories of hours that were bitter and\\nsweet\\nOf ambrosia, and nectar, and food that grew\\nIn fields that were sown when my hopes were\\nnew.\\nAnd round each form there hovered a crowd.\\nWho prompted in voices now muffled, now loud.\\nVarious ofters of burdens they bore\\nGive him that plum that he scorned before\\nIt may be sweet now, since there are no more.", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "38\\nToss him that cherry, and the red, ripe kiss\\nThat would have gone with it ah, what he did\\nmiss!\\nWhat different welcomes hath Eve from men\\nDangle that peerless apple again.\\nIn their laps they held me the Autumn s plenty\\nTwas barely enough when outing at twenty\\nAnd warm to their bosoms they held the glory\\nOf Spring s bloom-bounty, calling back an old\\nstory\\nSpiced with lush favors that wax in the sun\\nAs a boon for desire when the year is begun.\\nAt ease on their shoulders in sheaves and festoons\\nGarnerings they brought of December noons.\\nTo cadence of music and dancing they swayed,\\nAnd bright in my hands the plump grain they\\nlaid.\\nWith blushes and laughter they carried the\\ncharms\\nOf tunny rich Summer in their rofe-bronzed arms.\\n(Oh, the breath of the orchard, and oh, the blind\\nlover,\\nMistaking her cheeks for the peaches above her.\\nThey were lovely together, and lovely each one.\\nPlaying rivals no more than do rainbow and sun.\\nThey threaded and circled in silent confusion,\\nAnd flashed their delights in bewildering profu-\\nsion.\\nThey had succiilent sugar-cane bound in a sheaf,\\nStrawberries fresh in a rhubarb leaf\\n(They grew on a hill by a beautiful river.\\nHow memorj sets the lips a-quiver\\nI plucked and ate them in happy days.\\nWith only a boy s short pause for praise.\\nAnd honey stolen from a vrildwood tree,\\nBorne in a poplar-bark boat that the bee\\nWould follow in rage as a skipper s cries\\nFollow with fire a pirate s prize.\\nAnd nuts lately hidden neath forest leaves.\\nLeft snug in their hulls by the tree-top thieves", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "39\\n(Heigh-ho the nutting! when the squirrels ran\\nScamparing before as a merry van.\\nA nutshell or kernel brings back again\\nThe rattling branches that fed me then.\\nAh, shadowy servitors, laden Years,\\nThere are echoes of laughter, shine of tears,\\nIn your cornucopias, savory bowls\\nYour treasure -trove is a food for souls.\\nBut there is many a dish that is dismal enough.\\nCold as cellar-damp, dry as snuff\\nFolios that moths might reckon sweet.\\nSalmis that only the heart could eat,\\nViolet salads whose fading blue\\nThe eyes of dear children seem peeling through.\\nOut on the Roman Emperor s taste,\\nWho would ravage a realm, and nature waste.\\nWould outlaw his palate to swallow down\\nFarragos supreme of the price of a crown.\\nFor here at my beck I have lordlier feasts.\\nLet the surfeited tyrant doze with the beasts.\\nIf I turn me about, with the flash of thought,\\nRagouts from the ends of the earth are brought,\\nAnd spiced to my will, to trickle and melt\\nOn my inner sense with the tang I felt\\nWhen I knew not whether to eat or sing.\\nDuring youth s gay luncheon, when I was king.\\nO Years, my Years, no tinkling bell\\nRings the dinner done under your strange spell.\\nRiches or poverty strive in vain\\nTo change your providing through loss or gain.\\nAge and dignity trim their fare\\nClimate, condition, criss-cross of care,\\nTake toll from men s larders, but leave yoa free.\\nVictuallers, tell me here s the last toast\\nO er which fair board did I linger most?\\nCould a whisper of treason get to my host?", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "40\\nPress me not nay, let the fillip go\\nThe other half sugared her lips, I know;\\nBut this is December, and that was June\\nI remember there followed a murmured tune.\\nClose the brave feast (my lady, your lace\\nFor thankful hearts God grant us grace.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "41\\nTHE LIGHT OF THE PRESS.\\nOne beacon more along the shores of thought.\\nWhere myriad ventures of the soul pass by.\\nAnd shall its little radiance be for nought\\nThough but a child s torch, waved an hour on\\nhigh.\\nSome mammoth rover of the sea may take\\nThe glimmering path, and from destruction fly.\\nMade steadfast year to year, its gleam may break\\nUpon the pilot s ken with starlike dower\\nOf guidance for the hopes he has at stake.\\nWhat glowing hearts for its effulgent hour,\\nTo feed the flame, may lend of their desires,\\nWe trust will seek new fervor from that Power,\\nWho keeps the great sun constant in its fires,\\nMaintains intense the jewels of the night.\\nAnd all the luminous lords of men inspires.\\nThere is no danger but by lack of light.\\nThey who through outer fog and gloom survive.\\nNeed yet some signal for the inner sight.\\nFrom whate er realm where men heroic strive,\\nThe multifarious freight is hither brought,\\nLo, for the craft that to our harbor drive.\\nOne beacon more along the shores of thought.", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "42\\nNEAR MT. MITCHELL.\\nDay after day I see the great blue heights\\nReach to their kindred blue of sun and stars,\\nWhile in the vales I stop at streams and bars,\\nFar from hope s summit, and its beacon-lights.\\nAnd yet the brightest rainbows bend to me,\\nAnd wreaths of mist and rain come floating by.\\nIf song-birds keep the valley, may not I\\nWhere life with wmgs is glad, so hearts may be.\\nBut hold I am not where these fern-leaves grow.\\nI stay not sheltered here with timid birds\\nI bask not on these slopes with lowly herds,\\nNor await the sun to find these glens below.\\nMy soul in truth is with yon azure peak.\\nI stand with mountains taking note aloft,\\nPeople with starry friends my skyey croft,\\nWhence heaven s sapphire pinnacles I seek.\\nI clasp far landscapes and the farther sea,\\nYet rise above them into nobler space,\\nRest on the earth, yet with the stars have place\\nHow far neath heaven that aye outreaches me.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "43\\nA FAVOR.\\nA favor Heart, what can it be\\nWhat favor will she ask of me\\nOh, will it be the diamond star\\nThat trembled in the blue afar,\\nAnd while she whispered seemed to be\\nA pledge of faith and secrecy\\nThe leaf that fell dovra from the sky\\nUpon our book when she was nigh,\\nAnd as it caught her startled eyes,\\nRustled a little, over wise.\\nWhen lo twas spirited away,\\nGossiping the secret to the day\\nOr will it be the silver brook\\nInto whose face we tried to look.\\nThough ne er a brook s face could we see\\nBeside the deep-reflected tree\\nFar cloudland hollows fresh and fair.\\nAnd not a cherub anywhere\\nJust two shy marplots of he blue\\nHid neath the rim, were peering through.\\nBrook, leaf, or star which will it be\\nSpeak, fond Caprice, and challenge me.", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "44\\nAUBADE.\\nShall joy be all in afternoon\\nThe shadows lengthen all too soon.\\nWhen twilight brings the silver moon,\\nI lose both thee and afternoon.\\nTis joy to find thee in the night,\\nWhen stars, and eyes, and words are bright,\\nWhen laughter makes the darkness light\\nTill I have lost thee in the night.\\nBut oh, to greet thee in the morn.\\nTo take thee when the day is born.\\nWhen gems of dew the flowers adorn,\\nAnd add thy splendor to the morn.\\nTo have the day begin with thee\\nWhat fairer wakening could there be\\nRadiance of sky, and land, and sea,\\nRevealing my delight in thee\\nCome such a morn when dreams are done,\\nToil shall be sweet beneath the sun,\\nAnd praise be mine, when thou art won.\\nOh, happy mom, when dreams are done", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "45\\nWHAT OF MY BELOVED\\nWhat of my Beloved, ye who know her well\\nTell me something of her laughter, of her sigh-\\ning, singing.\\nNot a single comer with a tale to tell\\nBrings an answer for the wonder in her lover\\nringing.\\nBirds go by in heaven, hut no outbiirst make\\nAnd the south wind following softly not a\\nwhisper leaves me.\\nWhy should light of morning o er the horizon\\nbreak.\\nAnd yet shine not on my darkness, as each day\\ndeceives me\\nWho to hear the story longeth more than I\\nThe familiar years reluctant to behold me\\nwaiting,\\nWheel their seasons slowly as they pass me by.\\nAnd the stars in heaven wonder at the long\\nbelating.\\nJust a little token from my true-love s heart:\\nIs there never a soul to find it, and to bring it,\\ntell it\\nSilence knoweth all, but it is loth to part\\nWith the hoard of golden fame by any sign to\\nspell it.\\nHere I wait and love her, as I ve waited long.\\nMy Beloved hath my heart, but she delays\\nexchanging.\\nRich is she in music, but withholds the song:\\nCan her heart have fear of love, yet fear not\\nlove s estranging", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "46\\nTell me why she wakes not why her heart\\nshould sleep\\nWould she love a secret better than her lover s\\ngladness\\nRainbows gem the mountahis, and the pearls the\\ndeep,\\nBut my height and depth of passion hath a soul\\nof sadness.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "47\\nTO TRUANT LOVE.\\nCome home to my heart, O Love, come home and\\nremain.\\nThe days are delivering me stores of honeyed gain\\nI am loth to hoard them alone, my Love, I am\\nfain\\nTo share them with thee, and for thanks to share\\nthy pain.\\nNo slumbers or dreams come out of the golden\\nwest\\nCan rob me of thoughts of thee, no crystal jest\\nThat sparkles and lights mine eyes but it shows\\nthee plain\\nCome home to my heart, O Love, come home and\\nremain.\\nThe rivers thou f ollowest will lead thee out to sea.\\nMirage of mountain and plain shifts far from me.\\nTurn back and leave them to circle the globe is\\nvain\\nCome back to my heart, O Love, come home and\\nremain.\\nTis not forever that love proffers fruits o the\\nyear,\\nOr music floats leeward for comer and goer to\\nhear.\\nEach life hath its rain and rainbows, and gets\\nno more\\nCome home while thy heart is open and I have\\nstore.\\nElse all thou wouldst find might teach thee late\\nto complain\\nOf loss of the kisses that warm on thy lips had\\nlain.\\nThe troth, and the sweet busy days, with heaven\\nfor gain\\nCome home to my heart, O Love, come home and\\nremain.", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "48\\nTHE WOOER.\\nLove, thou hast the rarest, fairest\\nFace that e er made seeing praising.\\nAll my sighs thou hearest, Dearest,\\nPrayers are that my heart is raising.\\nAnd thy voice is meeter, sweeter\\nFor reply than any other s\\nAnd thy heart is surer, purer\\nThan the music that it mothers.\\nWouldst thou have me truer wooer\\nThan I am for beauty s favor\\nWouldst thou have me blinder, kinder,\\nYet as master wiser, braver.\\nMake me better take me, make me\\nMatchless with my arms about thee,\\nRicher to caress thee, bless thee.\\nThan the greater man without thee.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "49\\nWITHOUT WORDS.\\nNow, now or she leaves me,\\nSmiles parts, and away\\nSpeak Silence bereaves me\\nHeart, what dost thou say\\nSee, love waits to bless me.\\nWait too Traitor nay\\nThon, thou dost oppress me:\\nHeart, what dost thou say\\nThere thou art to hold, love\\nClose, heart to heart lay.\\nYes How was it told, love\\nHeart, what didst ihou say", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "5Q\\nHOME CAME I TO MY LOVE.\\nHome came I to my Love,\\nAnd %vhat, my heart, found I\\nTwo deep trne eyes that watched with heaven\\nabove\\nFor my safe coming, and with tokens sweet\\nShone down the path to meet\\nHer lover as he drew nigh.\\nAnd more than that, my heart\\nThe merry voice rang out.\\nTo break the calm that falls when lovers part.\\nAnd murmurous music rich came rushing in\\nBetween the kisses I did win\\nFrom lips that breathe no doubt.\\nI felt her heaving breast\\nWarm to my own again.\\nAnd her soft hand upon my forehead j-ressed\\nThe soothing favor that o er joyed my thought:\\nWhile from her sighs I caught\\nMy one triie man of men.\\nMy Love, how did you fare\\nBut ere I spake a word,\\nShe laughed the laugh of those who have no care,\\nMused while I told her started at her name,\\nAnd vnth the sweetest shame\\nPraised what she had not heard.\\nThen she took up the plot\\nHow through the lonely hours\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBut paused\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I love you so tis all forgot.\\nSo deep into her eyes I Avent my way,\\nAnd found the heart of May,\\nThe secret of the flowers.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "51\\nOh, she ll be ever fairer\\nThan any rose that blows.\\nOf all her worth I am her cliosen bearer.\\nWoall you had seea her hail my glad return\\nDay ne er again may burn,\\nSuch passion to disclose", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "52\\nTHE SEASONS OF HER SOUL.\\nHast thou once passed the gateways of the\\nSpring.\\nGone through the doors to where the peerless\\npower\\nSmiled o er her secrets and the charms that bring\\nHer bounties forth when she hath named the\\nhour\\nAnd hast thou traced the poet s fairies back\\nTo their still haunts from which he bade them\\ncome\\nAnd led thy fellow by their gossamer track\\nTo sunless caves w^here they lie lone and dumb?\\nHast thou e er torn sweet Echo from her mate\\nAnd for unveiling of the distance dim,\\nLifted the curtain that both early and late\\nBy day and night sweeps the horizon s rim\\nFor if thou hast, then shouldst thou come with me\\nInto the glorv of one girl s sweet face,\\nThou Spring discoverer, to stand and see\\nSeasons for which thou hast not found the place.\\nAnd thv melodious master with his song\\nOf Mnnning words, and all the Muses train,\\nTo match the hosts that neath her eyelids throng.\\nWill set his magic spirits to dance in vain.\\nAnd for her laughter and her lightest word\\nVanishing Echo from the hill and dale\\nCould wake no softer music, nor the bird\\nWith pipe or flute o er her bright call prevail.\\nTo her light gusts of ecstasy and glee,\\nThat flush her face, and all her ringlets shake,\\nWhat were the shadows that o er wheat fields flee,\\nOr quivering aspen, or the rippling lake", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "53\\nAnd of the silence in the forest s heart,\\nThat in the twilight to the sky appeals.\\nDeep in her eyes I see the counterpart.\\nWhen sorrow o er her brooding spirit steals.\\nAh, wouldst thou scorn the seasons of her soul\\nStay then with Echo and tvoods that house her\\nvoice.\\nWatch thou the orbs that far in heaven roll\\nBut in her radiant face will I rejoice.", "height": "2473", "width": "1588", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "54\\nCHARLESTON.\\nWhat buffets from the wind of circnmi-.tance\\nCan hope to tear from out thy storied earth\\nThe flower of thy beauty And would chance\\nOr burly skepticism claim thy birth\\nWhat time the heavens fall thou mayst await\\nThy full-orbed doom and never lesser fate\\nWill hide thy face from looking on the sea.\\nTo welcome friend or foe exultingly,\\nCharleston.\\nWas it not here that nature s angels came\\nFor thy enduing with the heaven s best\\nBeauty enveloped thee as in a flame\\nMorn kissed thee in the East, eve in the West.\\nBut the Apollyon wings of vandal war\\nDimmed the kind radiance of both sun and star,\\nAnd like sirocco from the hostile sea,\\nThe dragons breathed their fire iinceasingly,\\nCharleston.\\nHere was a home for miracles that wake\\nThe soul to august wonder, whether sky\\nAnd treacherous land had not made thee a stake\\nTo play for wlien the spirit of storms was high\\nThe lightning s dread caressing, and the bane\\nOf thunder s music, and the riotous rain\\nWhile rumbling, gaping earth in rivalry,\\nLike a leviathan, shook ponderously,\\nCharleston.\\nBetween the upper and nether fury thou\\nWast darkling with disaster for a while\\nBut careful mother, thoii couldst not allow\\nThe rude eclipse. And soon thy sovereign smile\\nMet the iintroubled siin s good cheer again.\\nThou didst but whisper to thy maids and men.\\nAnd thy old altars were upraised for thee\\nOut of the dust, prayerfully, lovingly,\\nCharleston.", "height": "2482", "width": "1657", "jp2-path": "flamboroughheado00cumm_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "55\\nTliou wast a mother ever and the homes\\nThat make so fair thy acres are as sweet\\nAs thy rare gardens where the wise bee roams.\\nThou too, hast nectar for the soul most meet.\\nAh, what rich memories grace the empty chair\\nThe traveller oft has found his welcome there.\\nWhen aged eyes in the strange face would see\\nSome vanished child of thine, so wistfully,\\nCharleston.\\nIn White Point now the song-birds carol clear.\\nNature and man no more need thwart thy heart.\\nThe laden seasons of the kindly year\\nExchange their myriad treasures in thy mart.\\nThe stranger and thy child together spell\\nThe shining symbols thou hast wrought so well.\\nAnd he 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