{"1": {"fulltext": "Vf-^.l:3l,.^-i^M\\nWJi\\n-^^i)(P\u00c2\u00bbCP..\\nM:. A N[", "height": "3006", "width": "1975", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap..Pi?.f(!^yhghtl^o......\\nIQ(H\\nt\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "SONGS OF SU\\nAND SHADOW\\nBy\\nJULIAN E. JOHNSTONE\\nBOSTON: W. B. CLARKE COMPANY\\nPARK STREET CHURCH, PARK TREMONT STREETS\\n1900", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a9fffsa of tj8^\\nP!^\u00c2\u00bb n 1900\\nt^^^\\\\A C^^viL\\nJ (Tw^ U 3\\no o\\n55910\\nCOPYRIGHT, 1899\\nBY\\nJULIAN E. JOHNSTONE\\nStoUOisiiJ (JOi ^t\\nGEO. H. ELLIS, PRINTER, 27C CONGRESS ST., BOSTON.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nPAGE\\nLife and Death 1\\nImmoktality 20\\nSea-longings 29\\nLines 31\\nThe Last Time at the Piano 33\\nThe Flag of Freedom 36\\nThe Loom of Life 39\\nThe Fight of the Lions 42\\nLongings 47\\nThe Darkened Room 49\\nThe Sea 52\\nDear Niagara 55\\nA Sigh for the Long Ago 57\\nSorrows 60\\nTintoretta 63\\nPrintemps 66\\nThe Rose of June 68\\nCleopatra to Charmian 70\\nThe Lion 73\\nThe Tiger 75\\niii", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nPAGE\\nSaint Bernard to the Blessed Mary 78\\nThe Sea-fight off Santiago 82\\nHiLDEBRAND 89\\nNapoleon 96\\nDeborah Sampson 99\\nLilac Time 101\\nHermes Trismegistus 103\\nSighing for Summer 105\\nThe Oriole 107\\nThe Wild Horses of the Pampas 109\\nThe Floating Gardens of Mexico 113\\nA Song of the Sea 117\\nThe Virgin Mother 119\\nThe Deep Green Woods 126\\nThe Viking s Daughter 128\\nThe Christian s Trust 131\\nOn an Autumn Leap found in a Book 133\\nDante 136\\nThe Muse of Poetry 140\\nIndian Summer 142\\nIn Dark December 144\\nMaple-sugar Time 146\\nA Song of the Iron Lions 148\\nTwenty Years 150\\nThe New-made Grave 153\\nThe Execution of Marshal Ney 155\\nThe Men of the Merrimac 161\\niv", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nPAGE\\nThe Elfin s Song 166\\nAll, All is Vanity 168\\nWar 171\\nmuriella 176\\nA Sermon in Verse 178\\nThe Torrent 182\\nAn Offering to Jesus 185\\nThe Land of Song 186\\nA Christmas Canzon 191\\nThe Queen of Summer 193\\nAeschylus 195\\nInspiration 196\\nThe Battle of Manila 199\\nLife 206\\nGive me a Day in the Hills far away 209\\nRoses in the Sky 211\\nThe Suicide 213\\nLilacs 217\\nVariel 219", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "TO MOTHER\\nThe roses of summer have left your cheeks,\\nAnd the sunlight of summer your eyes\\nBut the rose in your heart will never depart,\\nNor the light in your soul that lies.\\nWhatever of music, mother, I have,\\nAnd whatever of beauty is mine,\\nI got it of thee, as I sat at thy knee\\nThe music and magic are thine\\nThese songs of my singing, though poor they be.\\nAnd light as the summery breeze,\\nI lay at thy feet; and, mother, my sweet,\\nI know that the tribute will please", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\n[Written for His Grace, Archbishop Williams golden jubilee]\\nOut of the regions of eternal splendor,\\nA spirit garmented and winged with, light,\\nThe self-existent One, the Father tender,\\nThroned amid clouds insufferably bright,\\nEvoked, and bidding it with beauty dight\\nInto His presence, thus His Words addressed\\nTo Death, whose robes were woven out of night\\nAnd of the black eclipse beloved the best.\\nAnd Life, who prinked with pearls her variegated\\nvest.\\nSpirit of beauty, and of love and light.\\nWhose being, formless, but informing runs\\nThrough all the myriad modes of day and night,\\nFrom the amoeba to the quenchless suns\\nAnd thou, fair spirit whom thy sister shuns,\\nAs sunlight shadow, ye have been to me\\nLoyal and faithful as sequestered nuns,\\n1", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nSince o er the world I flashed my Majesty,\\nAnd out of chaos called the myriad worlds that\\nbe!\\nAnd from eternity, that fountain whence\\nAll forms that were, or are, or will be, flow,\\nMy will decrees that golden eloquence\\nWhich ravishes like vesper winds that blow\\nMusk o er the senses in the world below,\\nThis day in music dropping from your tongue.\\nShall make this spirit all incarnate glow,\\nThis lovely spirit innocently young.\\nOr follow death to halls with stars and cressets\\nhung\\nHe ceased, and waving his bright diamond wand.\\nThat on the brilliancy that girt Him round\\nFlashed a more vivid light, as on a pond\\nGlitters the lightning, bade the spirit, wound\\nWith flowing splendors and with beauties\\ncrowned,\\nThat bloom in rainbows, his sweet lips unlock,\\nThe silver sluices of susurrant sound.\\nLips that the sweetest, maddest music mock\\nIn vain, though Pan himself piped to his fleecy\\nflock.\\n2", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nThen Life arose, a golden exultation\\nFlitting and flushing through her limbs of light\\nLike summer flashes, that with fine pulsation\\nGlimmer through vapors that are warmly bright.\\nLife rose, and beaming on the spirit white,\\nThat trembled like a star involved in mist.\\nEyes that outsparkled all the orbs of night.\\nThus spake, and Powers and Dominations list,\\nTo catch her words that fell like gleaming amethyst.\\nSpirit, that standest like a silver star.\\nPausing in doubt between the night and day,\\nWhether to wander into space afar.\\nTo worlds where fancies amid rainbows play,\\nOr here abide in Heaven s transcendent ray,\\nMine is the power, if choosing to assume\\nBright incarnation like a star in spray,\\nThou wiliest to be mine, to give thee bloom\\nAnd beauty like to that which doth the world\\nillume.\\nYet ere the soft susurrus of Persuasion\\nBreathe its sweet music on the tranced soul,\\nSeemly is it a vision of creation\\nMine on thy spirit tremulous should roll,\\nInforming it with what it would extol.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nGaze therefore when the wind uplifts the light,\\nOn yonder orbs, that like a painted scroll\\nUnfold their luminations to the sight.\\nAnd flash their pendulous splendor on thy being\\nbright.\\nThat light with which the earth is circumvested,\\nLike lucid diamond or circumfluous gold.\\nThose mighty mountains carved in thunder, wrested\\nFrom the black whirlwind when the world was\\nold,\\nThose glancing waters like an ocean rolled\\nOf undulating lightning liquefied,\\nAnd the fair fields with flushing flowers en-\\nscrolled.\\nAll, all are mine, adown the light I glide,\\nWalk on the stormy winds, and on the tempest\\nride.\\nGaze where the sunbow bends its arch of gold.\\nAnd red and amethyst above the hills,\\nLike to an aureole that doth enfold\\nSome gentle virgin whom a tyrant kills\\nAnd where the cataract its splendor spills\\nAnd bellowy thunder in the canyon deep,\\nNote the large life and multiform that fills", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nThe teemmg uplands where the rivers creep,\\nAnd swan-like Commerce sails with proud majes-\\ntic sweep.\\nThat beauty which like music incarnated,\\nAnd crystallized in variegated forms,\\nThat bloom with which the woof is permeated\\nOf yonder world, and which the splendor warms.\\nAnd kindles into brilliant life that swarms\\nWhere er the sunlight glints, that beauteous\\nblush\\nWhich brightens, vivifies, and then informs\\nThe starry shapes with loveliness, all gush\\nFrom those ethereal flames that through my being\\nflush.\\nThere genius like the elemental splendor\\nOf gold dissolving in translucent dew.\\nOr shattered diamonds when their spirits render\\nUnto the ether their prismatic hue,\\nIn other forms their being to renew,\\nThere genius, hundred-handed, Argus-eyed,\\nWith spirit which nor Time nor Space can mew.\\nSweeps through the universe with pinions wide,\\nWhere suns round fiery suns in boundless orbits\\nride.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nThat matchless Love, which is the bright expres-\\nsion\\nBy forms extrinsic of the Soul Supreme,\\nThat potency which leaves its fine impression,\\nAnd like a thread of lightning runs between\\nThe fibres of vitality, that splendid dream\\nThrough which the earth as through a rainbow\\nbright\\nPasses in joy, that trembles all a-gleam,\\nThere lives in bowers with splendid jewels dight,\\nWhich throw a glory on parti-colored light.\\nOh scorn it not, tis perfume, it is musk.\\nWith dulcet music softly interfused,\\nTis starlight tangled in purpurean dusk.\\nAnd by a subtle mystery transfused\\nTo flaming flowers it is wine, infused\\nWith hydromel, in every panting vein\\nTis witching madness tenderly diffused\\nThrough every tissue like a fiery rain.\\nPassing with kindling light and fever through the\\nbrain.\\nThere Joy abides, not bliss ineffable,\\nEcstatic joys like those obtaining here,\\nWhere all is placid, deep and equable,\\nBut rapture tinctured and perfused with fear,\\n6", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nWhich but accentuates and makes it dear,\\nEven as Sunshine, though tis ever bright,\\nIs trebly beautiful on moor and mere,\\nWhen through the tempest rolling on the night\\nThe strong young morning pours his fiery floods\\nof light.\\nJoy is a rainbow of a thousand tints,\\nA restless soul the splendor of whose plumes\\nDepends upon the glancing light that glints\\nBetween the magic meshes, and illumes\\nWith beams that fall in diamonds through\\nblooms\\nOf versi- colored beauty tis a sprite\\nMercurial as winds in purple glooms,\\nOr scintillations of the stars of night.\\nAnd feeds on music, flowers, and iridescent light.\\nAnd, O fair spirit, there s a bliss beyond\\nThe deep strong happiness, secure and mild,\\nOr that of loving hearts dissolved in fond\\nAnd languorous embraces, tis the wild\\nTumultuous joy that thrills the fro ward child\\nOf Nature in her majesty, when night.\\nAnd densest thunder into mountains piled,\\nAnd hurled by the tornado s fearful might\\nAcross the sky in floods of red tempestuous light,\\n7", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nConspire to form a battle so sublime,\\nSo wildly grand and so magnificent,\\nAs ne er broke forth, since first Titanic Time\\nBrake with a thunderburst the firmament\\nOf sheeted lightning and of gloom that pent\\nHis giant spirit in the black abysm\\nOf mighty chaos, while the whirlwind blent\\nWith fire and death rushed through the awful\\nschism\\nThat, with terrific roar, announced a cataclysm.\\nYet as all Beauty like the guelder-rose\\nIs shadowed by its leaves verticillate.\\nAnd set with thorny spines whence sorrow flows.\\nSo the bright bliss beyond the opal gate\\nOf nether life is tarnished with the hate\\nAnd seeming ills that in the dross inhere,\\nOr flow from limitations of their state\\nSeeming, I say, for, in the crystal clear\\nOf placid Wisdom seen, they wise and good ap-\\npear.\\nThat grief which darkens with a deep eclipse,\\nThe unlanguageable beauty of the mind.\\nThat poignant pain whose pestilential lips\\nFeed on the vitals as a fiery wind\\n8", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nGnaws the light larch or liquidambar s rind\\nYea, every form of suffering may be\\nTransmuted into flowers of gold refined,\\nBy Fortitude, that heavenly alchemy\\nWhose sublimating power turns dust to brill-\\niancy.\\nShrink not from Pain it is the shower of fire,\\nThrough which the spirit, brightly purified,\\nPasses on pinions of sublime desire\\nOut of the shadow of Despair and Pride,\\nInto the light where Seraphim abide.\\nPain is the path of flame the saints have trod,\\nThe font baptismal of the Sanctified,\\nThe thorny coronal and bloody rod\\nThat smote the sacred flesh of the Incarnate God.\\nLive, and bring genius and sublime endeavor\\nAnd the deep forces of a manful life\\nInto the serried lines that fain would sever\\nThe ranks of Wrong in the eternal Strife\\nTwixt Good and 111, a war unto the knife.\\nBe thou the champion bold, whose trumpet tones,\\nThrilling an age with sin and murder rife.\\nUrge Freedom to assume her throne of thrones,\\nAnd turn to pseans of joy a nation s dying groans.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nShe ceased, and, lo as comets leave behind\\nA light of glory in the burning sky.\\nOr as the setting sun the ponent wind\\nAnd golden west imprints with every dye,\\nHer florid language and enkindling eye\\nFired the bright ether till a rosy streak\\nFlushed through its beauty and its brilliancy\\nShe ceased, and, conscious that her words were\\nweak,\\nRetired, while crimson bloom incarnadined her\\ncheek.\\nThen Death uprose, and from her mobled brow\\nFlung wide her veil as black as thunder-gloom.\\nAnd, oh what language can describe the glow\\nThe wondrous beauty and ethereal bloom.\\nThe light, the music, mingled with perfume,\\nThat flashed in splendor from her godlike eye\\nIt was as if with a volcanic boom\\nA glorious sunburst on a stormy sky\\nBlazed with the dazzling sun of Immortality.\\nAh me she said, how well can Sophistry,\\nWith words that sparkle on their rainbow\\nwings,\\nDazzle the mind, and by its witchery\\nLead it where er it lists with silken strings\\n10", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nShe is a snake that hides her lightning stings\\nBeneath the rose whose rustle drowns her hiss,\\nA siren, who bedizened o er with rings,\\nAnd opal and smaragdus, with a kiss\\nBetrays the ill-starred youth she hurls into th\\nabyss\\nOh what is earthly Being but the roots,\\nThe blind amorphous rootlets of that tree\\nWhose giant trunk into the heaven shoots,\\nWhose leaves are stars of immortality,\\nWhose flowers are splendors of eternity\\nOh what is Life but those bare thunder-blocks\\nThat frown above a wilderness of sea.\\nAbove whose sullen roar and angry shocks\\nThe gorgeous sunbow blooms on Heaven s ethereal\\nlocks\\nLife is the shadow of that light supernal,\\nWhose Beauty broken into diamond tints.\\nBy the pure crystal of the Love eternal,\\nKindles the universe and glows and glints\\nOn incarnated splendors and imprints\\nIts glory on them. Life is the black gloom,\\nThe stormy darkness of the deep, that hints\\nOf suns, extinguished by the blast of doom\\nOr swept into oblivion by the red simoom.\\n11", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nAnd what the bliss that life subdial gives,\\nTo that transcendent and profound delight\\nThat floods the spirit and forever lives\\nIn bowers of beauty and eternal light\\nWhat is the splendor of the spangled night,\\nThe lusciousness that lurks in nectarine.\\nTo those Elysian joys, those glories bright.\\nWhose white refulgence from the brow divine\\nFloods with aerial gold the flashing hyaline\\nGlory What is it but a fiery splendor,\\nA blazing arch of coruscating flame,\\nReared unto genius or to Beauty tender,\\nUntil the storm that venerates no name\\nBursts on the scintillating bow of fame,\\nAnd, dashing it to earth, mid clouds of fire.\\nWhirls it with scornful breath of burning blame\\nFull in the favorite s face, and in its ire\\nTurns the triumphal-arch into a funeral pyre\\nAnd Love, what is it but a golden vision,\\nA starry exhalation of the night.\\nWhose perfumed whisper tells of vales Elysian,\\nPaven with sardon3rx and essonite\\nBut falsely, for those gardens of delight\\nStretch far away beyond the western wave,\\n12", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nSwept by the tempest in his fiery might,\\nAnd they who for the fruit the storm would brave\\nFind naught but marish wells, a desert, and a\\ngrave.\\nAnd what is Genius but a glow-worm s light,\\nA feeble glimmer in a glen of gloom,\\nA beam that like a vein of silver bright\\nRuns through the midnight veil of vengeful\\ndoom;\\nIt is a flash extinguished by the boom\\nThat trumpeted its glory to the day\\nA star, that like sweet music in a room\\nIs sweetest as it falls and fades away\\nA golden statue standing upon feet of clay\\nA brilliant Spirit on triumphant wings.\\nWheeling through circles of its own delight.\\nUp to the belvedere of Heaven springs.\\nAnd, soaring on to the empyrean height,\\nSweeps through the region of eternal light.\\nBut, lo a sudden tempest on a spire\\nOf flame and death arrests his downward flight,\\nAnd, hurtling forward its red bolt of fire,\\nTranspierces the proud bird and hurls him in the\\nmire.\\n13", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nThat dazzling Beauty o er the ether beaming,\\nTliat radiance which instars the ambient air,\\nThat light in music and in splendor streaming\\nOn starlets pendulous or rainbows rare,\\nThat charms the thunder in its gloomy lair,\\nWhat is it to the brilliant brow of Him,\\nThe transcendental glory of whose fair\\nAnd radiant features makes the sunshine dim,\\nAnd flashes through the world to its remotest\\nrim?\\nOh, how can earthly beauty, faint and fleet,\\nTransient as foam bells on a summer stream.\\nOr that ethereal translucent sleet\\nOf starry silver whose refulgent gleam\\nIs evanescent as a rosy dream,\\nOh, how can beauty which is but a blot,\\nA brinded blot upon the brilliant beam\\nOf Heaven, compare with Splendor without spot.\\nWith Light Eternal kindled by Eternal Thought?\\nAll earthly forms in gradual transition\\nThrough birth and beauty pass to pale decay\\nPass to Oblivion, and ordained excision\\nThrough glamours golden and through glimmers\\ngay:\\nBloom is the bright ephemeron, whose day\\n14", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nSinks in the stagnant wave of endless night\\nAnd glory, evanescent as a ray\\nOf starshine shivered upon chabasite,\\nFades with the flickering fire that fed its fickle\\nlight.\\nIn vain to brim the heart s unsated calice,\\nTheir sweetest muscatel such joys distil\\nIn vain for oh th insatiable chalice,\\nThough all the mulse of love and music fill\\nIts beauty to the brim, is thirsty still.\\nA deeper bliss, a nectar more divine,\\nAnd supersensual, the cup must thrill,\\nAmbrosial dews, ethereal muscadine.\\nThe vintage virginal of Christ s envermeiled vine\\nShe ceased, and in the air the warm vibrations\\nOf her sweet speech of aspirated gold\\nWith music filled the sky, and luminations.\\nAnd iridescent colors manifold.\\nOh twas a rapturous vision to behold\\nThe play of bright prismatic tints that glowed\\nAround the music as it onward rolled\\nFor on the crest of every wave there rode\\nAerial hues that changed with every line that\\nflowed.\\n15", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nThen did the Spirit poise itself in air,\\nThe young-eyed Spirit whom the Father called\\nFrom night and nothingness, and glowing there,\\nBefore the Everlasting One, who walled\\nThe lightning in the tempest and enthralled\\nThe smoking thunder, blushingly began\\nHis handsel effort, whilst the Powers extolled\\nThe lovely lights that o er his beauty ran.\\nAnd diamondizing wings, that trembled like a fan\\nFather of Light, and Life, and Love, and Pleas-\\nure;\\nAnd ye, fair Princess of the splendid skies.\\nThough bliss untold, undreamed of, without meas-\\nure\\nPervades these blooming powers of Paradise,\\nAnd glories glitter that angelic eyes\\nCan scarce sustain, yet doth my soul confess\\nThat incarnated in the world that lies\\nBeyond the stars, by merit and by stress\\nOf suffering, it would attain this Happiness\\nMine eyes are dazzled with the gorgeous splendor\\nThat falls around in diamonded showers.\\nAnd sparkles on all sides in glories tender\\nOr tints with versi-colored light the flowers.\\nThat breathe of musk in amaranthine bowers\\n16", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nMine ears are ravished with the music golden\\nThat falls in ripples from the topaz towers,\\nBut yet I would perceive the Unbeholden,\\nAnd tread the fiery path trod by the martyrs\\nolden.\\nTis not that glory of which Life hath spoken\\nAllures me with its aureole of fire,\\nIts rainbow glitter and as diamonds broken,\\nIts golden zoster and its jewelled tire\\nFor these are shadows to the rolling spire\\nOf flame and splendor that above us whirls,\\nAnd, thrilling with its beams the golden lyre,\\nThe softest, sweetest, maddest music hurls\\nIn colored curves that gleam like amethysts and\\npearls.\\nTis not that Beauty lures me with her bloom,\\nThe starlike splendor of her shining front.\\nHer words that gleam like jewels in the gloom.\\nAnd laughing eyes of hyacinthizont\\nFor Beauty s but a dewdrop from the Font,\\nThe glorious Font of Loveliness and Light,\\nTis but the shadow of the golden Mont,\\nThe pale reflection of the lustre bright\\nOf Him who holds in equipoise the day and\\nnight.\\n17", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\n,Nor Love, which in its motion elemental\\nIs only Self, sublimed and purified.\\nAh, no the union with the Transcendental,\\nWhere self immersed in God is glorified.\\nIs bliss to which all other bliss beside\\nIs as the wormwood unto hydromel.\\nIs as the murmur of the water-side\\nUnto the mighty bursts of song that swell\\nIn golden storms upon these fields of astrofel.\\nNo, if my spirit from its full-orbed splendor\\nWould pass through darkness to its chrysalis\\nIn dull carnation, tis that it would render\\nThe mundane life more mindful of the bliss\\nThat is the essence and the breath of this.\\nTis that twould wean it from the vile and vernile.\\nTranslate it far beyond the precipice,\\nAnd so, suffusing it with light supernal,\\nLift it above itself into the Life Eternal.\\nTo urge on man the life that s lived in spirit,\\nHigh in the rarest altitudes of soul,\\nThat just, and purified, he may inherit\\nThe Life, pre-ordinated as his goal,\\nThe deathless diadem of self-control.\\nOh this be mine be this my heavenly mission,\\nThat in the Book of Gold I may enscroll\\n18", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "LIFE AND DEATH\\nThe name of legions, who by sin s elision\\nIn ecstasy may gaze upon the glorious Vision\\nHe spake, all bright with rosy perturbation\\nThe splendor flashing through his lucent limbs,\\nIn the prefulgence of its radiation,\\nSurpassing even the white sun that dims\\nEach several star that in its glory swims\\nHe spake, and golden blushed, as o er him bent\\nTh approving Deity then to the rims\\nOf planets ultimate the myriads sent\\nA thunder-burst of song that shook the firmament.\\nGlory to God, the Wisdom of the wise,\\nThe Beauty of the beautiful, the Light\\nThat was ere Time Titanic in the skies\\nHung his great pendulum, the sun-orb bright,\\nThe golden arbiter twixt Day and Night\\nThat was, and is, and will be, when the world.\\nShattered and shivered by the thunder s might,\\nOn fiery blasts to ruin will be hurled,\\nSun, stars, and all, in one tremendous maelstrom\\nwhirled\\nNiAGAKA Falls, New York.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY\\nTo-day I saw an eagle die. Afar\\nHe soared among the clouds, a glorious thing,\\nThen swiftly fell, as falls a shooting star,\\nKindling the heavens with its lightning-wing.\\nAnd when the bird lay panting on the ling,\\nAnd closed fore er his truculent, tierce eye,\\nMethought I heard my spirit questioning\\nItself this wise Shall I, shall I, too, die\\nNo more to soar, nor roll, nor revel through the\\nsky?\\nWhen Death shall come with look of amethyst\\nAnd shall dissolve the wreaths of flesh that\\nshroud\\nMy beauty, as the sun dissolveth mist,\\nShall I spring upward, and beyond the cloud,\\nAnd shine, a star, amid the starry crowd\\nShall I endure in life lived otherwhere.\\nOr shall I perish like the eagle proud,\\n20", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY\\nForever dead unto the light and air,\\nTo music, beauty, love, and all things good and\\nfair?\\nShall soul like Shakespeare or like Dante die\\nFade like the flowers on a young girl s grave\\nDie like the belted bee, the butterfly.\\nOr the weak wind that swoons upon the wave\\nShall souls that to their own creations gave\\nImmortal life, not be immortal, too\\nSpirits as lofty as high Heaven s nave\\nShall these Intelligences fade like dew,\\nDie like the royal bird, pierced by the bird-bolt\\nthrough\\nThat soul which penetrates transtellar space.\\nMeasures the interval twixt star and star.\\nWeighs the stupendous sun, and knows to trace\\nThe orbits of the satellites afar.\\nEach shining like a sphere of satin-spar.\\nOr find the globe round which the systems fly\\nThat soul, which springing over hill and scar\\nTo Heaven, as to its home, shall it, too, die,\\nAnd perish like the body it doth vivify\\nShall thought endure, and shall the thinker die\\nShall Homer s verse for ages yet be read,\\n21", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY\\nThe heirloom of each wondering century,\\nAnd Homer be irrevocably dead\\nShall the great soul that like a sunset shed\\nA glory on the world dissolve with it,\\nFade like the fog-bow on the mountain-head,\\nDie like the hemlock, rent and thunder-split.\\nOr like a carrion-crow cast headlong in a pit\\nThe star, like gold on lightning-wings uprist.\\nThe star that neither thinks, nor moves, nor\\nfeels,\\nA thing insensate in the purple mist,\\nBurns, and will burn as long as Heaven reels\\nBeneath the roll of Time s tremendous wheels\\nYes, it will burn unto remotest time.\\nUntil the trumpet-note of Ruin peals,\\nAnd shall the mind of man, the soul sublime.\\nEndure but as the mist or as the morning rime?\\nOn desert sands, beside the lordly Nile,\\nThe far-famed pyramids of Egypt rise\\nThe wonder of the world. Each glorious pile\\nLifts its tremendous stature to the skies,\\nAnd time and storm and Heaven itself defies\\nAnd shall these monuments of granite last,\\nShall these things live with life that never dies,\\n22", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "IMMOKTALITY\\nWhile they who reared them in the giant past\\nSleep evermore in dust, in iron Death held fast\\nThe sculptor loves the radiant white form\\nHe carved of moonlight turned to marble hard\\nThe artist gazing on the beauty warm\\nOf some fair pictured girl as sweet as nard\\nLoves his great masterpiece. So, too, the bard\\nAdores his work, and wishes it to last.\\nNor perish utterly like to a shard\\nAnd shall the Master mind, the Maker, blast\\nHis greatest work, the soul, in His own image cast?\\nThe spirit is a spark from Deity,\\nA golden sunbeam of that glorious Light\\nThat turns the wave to liquid lazuli.\\nAnd laughs to silver all the nave of night.\\nAnd shall this particle, this splendor bright,\\nThis soft effulgence of the fire of God\\nShall it not live, a flame intensely white.\\nAs liveth He but like the golden-rod\\nWither and wilt, and fade upon the faded sod\\nNo there is that in man which doth defy\\nTime, and the despotism of the tomb\\nAnd reaching upward to the ambient sky\\n23", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY\\nWith sunset gold, and flowers of fire, a-bloom,\\nAnd clouds of vaporous ruby that illume\\nThe world below, soars upward to that Light\\nWhich moves in rustling music and perfume\\nThroughout the universe, and girds with might\\nDay with his golden wings and star-resplendent\\nNight\\nThat Power which gave the spirit wings to soar\\nBeyond the beautiful translucent skies,\\nTo Heaven s castellated mirador,\\nNe er meant the soul to such a height should rise\\nOnly to die, as the poor sparrow dies.\\nNo, He, who hateth all superchery,\\nNe er smiled a welcome in His glorious eyes,\\nOnly to brand the soul with obloquy.\\nAnd bid it sleep fore er in cold nonentity.\\nTwo hundred feet adown the iron wall\\nNiagara s furious flood and mighty flows\\nFive rushing seas of rolling thunder fall.\\nAnd, leaping through the iridescent bows,\\nRoar with the battle-shout of myriad foes.\\nA mountain melting into foaming seas,\\nA flood of sapphire and of pearl it glows.\\nWild as a hurricane mid forest trees.\\nFierce as volcanic fires that shake the Sicilies.\\n24", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY\\nBut not Niagara can satisfy,\\nNor great Yosemite, where mountains grand\\nRise to the very roof-tree of the sky\\nStupendous pyramids of granite planned\\nAnd reared in thunder by the Titan s hand\\nClifPs over which the tempest never rings\\nNor flies its flag of lightning crags that stand\\nSo high, the flood that down the mountain springs,\\nTwo thousand feet below its rushing thunder\\nflings.\\nNor Intellect itself can satisfy\\nFor Mind is finite, and can ne er control\\nThe secrets recondite of sea and sky,\\nThe reason of the stars that round us roll,\\nNor say what life is, nor explain the soul.\\nAt every step it meets an obstacle.\\nAnd far from reaching its ulterior goal,\\nOft grown despondent, dark, and sceptical,\\nLoses itself in night, and Doubt s black debacle.\\nNothing below can satisfy the sprite\\nLove, beauty, fame, nor riches manifold\\nThese make the sphere wherein we move more\\nbright,\\nBut are mere tinsel where we look for gold.\\nTrue pleasure s counterfeit, as base as bold.\\n25", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY\\nAnd since no joy terrestrial can fill\\nThe soul that yearns for happiness untold,\\nThere must be purer bliss, which, by God s will,\\nIn regions otherwhere the sun-clad soul will\\nthrill.\\nFor everything fulfils its destiny,\\nAnd has its wants and requisites supplied\\nThe light gives life and vigor to the tree,\\nThe fagot food to fire, the throbbing tide\\nIs fed by torrents from the mountain-side.\\nAll things attain their fulness and their height\\nExcept the soul of man this neither pride\\nOf power, nor wealth, nor glory can delight,\\nFor still it throbs for life beyond the realm of\\nnight.\\nFor life it yearns, immortal life beyond\\nThe sphere of mundane and contingent things\\nFor life, in love s bright dome of diamond.\\nWhere Music catches on her flashing wings\\nTen thousand colors, and around her flings\\nRoses of song, that with their fragrance fill\\nThe golden air, exultant life that springs\\nLike morning on the amethystine hills.\\nAnd with its rivery rhyme the halls of Heaven\\nthrills.\\n26", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY\\nFor life it yearns with that transcendent power\\nWhich domed with light the spacious firmament,\\nInfused a star-like splendor in the flower,\\nAnd carved the mountain-pillars, lightning-brent.\\nThat God who shadows with His palliament\\nOf filmy gold the sun-strewn universe.\\nAnd beautified the earth s broad dimplement,\\nDespite man s treason, and the crimson curse\\nOf vice, that in its whirlpool all things would im-\\nmerse.\\nAnd it shall live yea, spirit shall persist\\nIn soothfast splendor when the glorious sun\\nAnd all the stars of fire and amethyst\\nShall rush to crashing ruin every one.\\nAnd the world s work forevermore be done.\\nYes, suns will die and systems fade away,\\nAnd earth in vortices of flame be spun,\\nBut spirit will endure, a light for aye,\\nA diamond flashing gold in God s transplendent\\nray.\\nYea, spirit shall outsoar the awful night\\nThat on the wreck of systems shall descend.\\nAnd shall upshoot, a glorious shaft of light.\\nUntil it springs where darkness shall have end\\nAnd high o erhead the rainbowed heavens bend.\\n27", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "IMMOKTALITY\\nThere in the beauty of the God triune,\\nWherein all splendors in the highest blend,\\nThe soul will bask, or in the plenilune\\nOf love with the elect have sisterly commune.\\nOh, let me so believe Oh, let me think\\nThat death is not oblivion, but a mist\\nThat shrouds as with a veil of sunset pink\\nThe soul as lovely as a pale sunrist,\\nTill by the starshine of God s glory kissed\\nIt soars above the golden heights beyond\\nThere amid fields of asphodel and cist,\\nTo dwell in love as pure as diamond,\\nWith God and those sweet souls we hold in\\nmemory fond.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "SEA-LONGINGS\\n[To Louise Chandler Motjlton]\\nI LONG for the keen salt air of the sea,\\nAnd the Titans tumult and thunder\\nAnd the solemn strength and sublimity\\nOf the songs of the sea-gods, under.\\nFor the song, I long, of the sea-gods strong,\\nAnd the vigorous blow and bluster\\nThe leap and sweep of the billows along,\\nAnd the stormy light and the lustre.\\nFor the white-winged ships that sail in the sun,\\nAnd the white- winged waves that bear them\\nFor the yachts that over the waters run.\\nAnd the breezes that race and dare them.\\nI long for the sight of the sea-gulls free.\\nAnd the wash and swash of the waters\\nFor the surf and spray of the salty sea.\\nAnd a glimpse of the dark sea-daughters.\\n29", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "SEA-LONGINGS\\nAnd the fisher s note and the fisher s boat,\\nAnd the voice of the piping plover\\nFor the foam and fume, and the weeds that float,\\nAnd the loomgale hurrying over.\\nFor I was born by the boisterous sea\\nAnd its storm and thunder and madness\\nAre deep in the blood and the heart of me,\\nIts music and sunlight and sadness.\\nAnd I love the waves, with their rush and roar.\\nAs the gier-eagle loves the mountains\\nAs the wild wolf white loves the northern shore.\\nAnd the sun-bird southerly fountains.\\nNiAGABA TA-LI.S.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "LINES\\n[Written on the recovery of a feeautiful child]\\nBird of the summer-time sing\\nWith thy voice velvet soft as the rose is\\nBird of the summer-time bring\\nTo my heart all the mirth of July,\\nFor the cheeks that were pale are now pink,\\nYes, pink as the bud that uncloses,\\nAnd the lips that were white are red now\\nAs roses of fire in the sky\\nBird of the summer-time sing.\\nFor the heart in my bosom is dancing.\\nDancing for very delight\\nThat the dead is brought back from the tomb\\nDancing for joy that the eyes\\nThat had lost all their glitter and glancing.\\nNow gleam and now beam and darkle,\\nAnd sparkle like gems in the gloom.\\nBird of the summer-time sing.\\nOh, sing in thy happiest measure,\\n31", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "LINES\\nFor the light that went out has revived,\\nAnd is shining and streaming afar\\nPour all the gold of thy heart out,\\nFor my soul has recovered its treasure.\\nDay has recovered its sunshine,\\nAnd night its most beautiful star\\nBird of the summer-time sing.\\nFor the soul of the summer that slumbered\\nHas come back to brighten and lighten\\nThe gold and greenth of the glen.\\nSing for my Palace-of-Pearl,\\nMy own little girl that was numbered\\nWith the dead, has returned to the living.\\nAnd gladdens my pulses again.\\nBird of the summer-time sing.\\nFor no longer there s sorrow nor sadness\\nSing of the lilacs of May\\nAnd the royal red roses of June\\nSing till the neighborhood ring,\\nFor the world is a world full of gladness,\\nA song made of sapphire and silver,\\nAnd sung to a silvery tune.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE LAST TIME AT THE PIANO\\nAcross the room with feeble steps and slow,\\nTo where her dearly loved piano stood,\\nThe young girl went, oh, whiter than the snow,\\nAnd weaker than a wand of willow-wood.\\nA beauty once, but beautiful no more.\\nWith hollow cheeks and sad and languid eyes.\\nAnd limbs that scarce could bear her o er the floor,\\nAnd hands through which one might perceive\\nthe skies.\\nShe sate her down, and lightly o er the keys\\nRan her white fingers, till they charmed to gold\\nThe noble instrument, and melodies\\nAs sweet as songs of seraphim out-rolled.\\nO God those sounds, how beautiful they were\\nHow rich, how sweet, how silver-soft they fell\\nIt seemed as if all Heaven sang to her,\\nAnd every star there was a tinkling bell.\\n33", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "THE LAST TIME AT THE PIANO\\nAnd in the room there was a fragrance fine,\\nLike that of roses or of balsams sweet,\\nAs if the music of young Angel ine\\nFell down in flowers all around her feet.\\nAnd, oh, her face, her thin, transparent face I\\nHow bright it shone, like living, glowing gold,\\nAs if, by virtue of interior grace,\\nShe chanced the smile of Jesus to behold.\\nThen to her mind there came another song,\\nA song of summer skies and summer seas\\nA song she loved to sing when she was strong\\nUnto the one whom she was proud to please.\\nSweetly and sadly rose the olden strain.\\nBut died away into a hollow moan.\\nWhile in her face there came a look of pain,\\nAnd to her lips there came a sob and groan.\\nThen standing up, with arms above her head,\\nThe lily maiden looked unto the skies\\nO Father, take me to Thyself she said.\\nThe tears suffusing her once lustrous eyes.\\nAnd, bowing her little head above the keys.\\nShe sobbed, and shut the instrument fore er\\n34", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE LAST TIME AT THE PIANO\\nAnd thus it stands, with frozen melodies,\\nAs when she closed it with her fingers fair.\\nThen to her bed the lily maiden went,\\nAnd veiled her little weary eyes for aye\\nFor o er her couch the great archangel bent,\\nAnd kissed her beautiful white soul away.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "THE FLAG OF FREEDOM\\nFlag of the fair and free,\\nFlag of the brave of old,\\nLong may you be the queen of the sea,\\nThe glorious flag of Liberty,\\nAnd unfold.\\nTo the gold of the light unrolled,\\nThe stars and the bars and the beauty bold,\\nAnd wave for the brave,\\nWho would die to save\\nThy fame unsoiled by the touch of a slave\\nThen glow and blow\\nWhere the torrents flow.\\nAnd the eagle screams o er the world below\\nFlag that our fathers bore\\nThrough the fiery storm of fight,\\nAnd the battle s roar, that the lightnings tore,\\nIn the fearful march to Georgia s shore,\\nIn the sight\\nOf the fire balls bright, and the shells of night\\n36", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE FLAG OF FREEDOM\\nIn the glorious warfare for the right\\nOh, wave, for the slave\\nThey died to save\\nNo longer wears the fetters of the knave\\nBut free as we,\\nAs the bounding sea,\\nHe walks in the broad light of Liberty\\nFlag of the League of States,\\nFlag of the brave and free,\\nFrom the northern straits to the golden gates,\\nAnd the lotus land and the land of dates\\nO er the sea.\\nMay you be, on lock and lea.\\nThe standard sheet of purity\\nOf truth, and ruth\\nAnd a hardy youth\\nExulting in their bloom and blooth,\\nAnd right and light\\nThat love to smite\\nThe Prince of Anarchy and Night\\nFlag of the palm and pine,\\nFlag of the mountain-ash.\\nLong may you shine on the booming brine.\\nWhen the war-ships blaze in battle-line\\nMid the flash\\n37", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "THE FLAG OF FREEDOM\\nAnd the crash, when the gunboats clash,\\nAnd thunderbolts through the tempest dash,\\nAnd boom in the gloom\\nOf the red simoom,\\nThat screams in the storm with the shriek of\\ndoom,\\nTill the roar is o er\\nOn sea and shore\\nAnd Victory lights on thee once more", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE LOOM OF LIFE\\nBeside a loom of thundering boom\\nAn angel in cloth of gold\\nSat weaving the tissue of human souls,\\nHis task appointed of old\\nAnd ever like lightning the shuttle flew,\\nAnd ever with thunderous roar,\\nThe mighty loom in the working-room\\nWent on with rattle and blore.\\nAnd as the web from the yarn-beam rolled,\\nA seraph with glittering shears\\nCut it, and dipped it in molten gold\\nOr steeped, and stained it in tears\\nDipped it, and dyed it in crimson warm,\\nOr scarlet and amethyst,\\nOr wet it with drops from a thunder-storm\\nBut this one ever he kissed.\\nAnd some of the yarn reeled off was fine,\\nAs fine as a silken twist\\n39", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "THE LOOM OF LIFE\\nFragile and fine as the golden line\\nThat shoots through the morning mist.\\nAnd othersome, and the most, by far,\\nWas a weft of coarser thread\\nBut all was bright as the silvern star\\nThat beams and gleams overhead.\\nAnd many a figure of strange device,\\nAnd pattern of quaint design\\nWere woven in with a skill precise.\\nBy Ariel fingers fine.\\nBaroque mosaics in red and blue,\\nEmbroideries, rich in gems,\\nMorisco work of various hue,\\nAnd beautiful anadems.\\nBut over them all, and under them all,\\nLike the white light in the skies.\\nWas His face who built the mountain wall.\\nAnd mingled the rainbow dyes.\\nYes, whether in fabric coarse or fine,\\nIn soul of poet or slave,\\nGod s image shone, as the heavens shine.\\nIn the rimpled, dimpled wave.\\nRattled and brattled away the loom.\\nThe yarn through the heddles flew\\n40", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE LOOM OF LIFE\\nAnd the shuttles shot through all the boom,\\nLike the gold-light through the blue.\\nIt was the soul of a genius now,\\nThat rolled like gold on the reel,\\nAnd the rose-light flushed the angel s brow,\\nAs the furnace-light does steel.\\nFiner than silk was the fabric spun,\\nAnd rich with bezetta red.\\nThe gold and blue of the setting sun,\\nOr the rainbow overhead.\\nBut, ah the colors were splotched with tears,\\nWith thunder-drops they were wet\\nAnd a hideous troop of griefs and fears\\nOn the soul was limned in jet.\\nPoor hapless spirit the angel sighed,\\nThou art of that godlike band\\nThat are formed to be their country s pride\\nAnd the glory of the land.\\nBeauty and splendor of soul is thine.\\nGrandeur and music and light\\nBut, ah thy years shall be full of tears,\\nGrief and the darkness of night.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "THE FIGHT OF THE LIONS\\n[To Captain Edwabd Johnstone]\\nWith a rush and a roar\\nLike the waves on the shore\\nWhen the thunderbolt yells\\nWith a voice loud as hell s,\\nTwo Libyan lions leaped out of the night,\\nLeaped out of the woods with a crash and a dash\\nAnd tore o er the desert that gleamed in the flash\\nOf the moon that made all the plain white.\\nOn, with the speed of the storm they flew,\\nMighty monsters tremendous in thew\\nSides of iron and cords of wire,\\nMuscles of brass and eyes of fire\\nThroats of thunder and bones of steel.\\nHearts of granite too hard to feel\\nA lioness one and a lion the other.\\nThe devil s dam, and the devil s brother.\\nBut, lo as along they storm and bound,\\nShaking the quaking, quivering ground,\\n42", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE FIGHT OF THE LIONS\\nFuming and foaming, and breathing fire,\\nBlacker than thunder-clouds in their ire.\\nAnother lion from the jungle creeps,\\nAnd out on the moonlit desert leaps,\\nAnd swift in the track of the tempest sweeps.\\nFleet as meteors in the sky-\\nOver the sand-dune the lions fly\\nBreathing hard like a furnace red.\\nAs on they bound o er the desert dead.\\nOn for a mile they tear o er the plain\\nWild as the torrents swol n with rain.\\nOver the sand they scurry like death.\\nAnd the frightened forest holds its breath.\\nThe tiger s heart in his breast is still,\\nThe leopard s blood in his veins grows chill,\\nAs they look through the brush with a fearful\\neye\\nAt the wild tornado thundering by.\\nBut see the beast that is in the rear\\nWith every bound comes rapidly near,\\nTill the other, conscious of swift pursuit.\\nTurns in his traces to meet the brute,\\nThe lioness sinking upon the sand\\nTo breathe, and gaze on the battle grand.\\nA moment the lions each other eye,\\nLashing their sides most furiously,\\nTheir bristling manes like a ruff erect,\\n43", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "THE FIGHT OF THE LIONS\\nTheir brindled hides with foam beflecked.\\nOne moment the twain collect their strength,\\nThen a quiver runs through their awful length\\nA low growl swells to a mighty roar,\\nLike that of winds on a rocky shore.\\nThen they grasp the earth in their iron claws\\nAnd spring in the air with open jaws.\\nLike two dense clouds in the stormy sky,\\nLike ships-of-war on the ocean high,\\nLike two great demons begot in hell,\\nThe monsters meet with a fearful yell.\\nFull in mid air the furious foes\\nCrash with a terrible shock that throws\\nThem back on the sand a yard or more,\\nTheir shaggy breasts beflecked with gore.\\nAnother yell, and another spring,\\nAnd all their thunderous weight they fling\\nFull at the other, and give such strokes\\nAs would shatter pines and stagger oaks.\\nWith eyes that blaze and with teeth that gnash\\nAgain they meet with an awful crash,\\nTear each other with fangs and claws.\\nAnd crunch their bones in their iron jaws\\nGrapple and wrestle, and grind and growl.\\nBattle and batter, and rage and howl.\\nOver and over the sands they roll,\\nFiercer than fire in the devil s bowl,\\n44", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE FIGHT OF THE LIONS\\nBiting and smiting, the bloody dust\\nWhirling around in a stormy gust.\\nOver an hour on the moonlit sand\\nThe Titans struggle in battle grand,\\nPuffing and panting like engines vast,\\nFrothing and foaming, and bleeding fast.\\nWeaker and weaker the combat grows,\\nLighter and lighter now fall the blows.\\nSwifter and swifter the life-blood flows,\\nTill reeling round on the sand they snap\\nAnd tumble and snarl, and scratch and slap.\\nThen once again they grapple and grip\\nAnd deal each other a savage clip.\\nExpress their hate in a dying roar.\\nAnd fall together to rise no more.\\nThere in their weltering gore they lie,\\nPuffing, and panting painfully.\\nFeebly lifting a bloody paw\\nTo strike each other on breast and jaw\\nAn awful picture of massive strength\\nReduced to powerlessness at length.\\nNearer together the giants crawl.\\nAnd in their mutual hatred maul\\nAnd tear each other, till life is fled,\\nAnd the twain on the sands lie stark and dead.\\nThen the female stretches herself, and yawns,\\nHer tawny hide as slick as a fawn s,\\n45", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "THE FIGHT OF THE LIONS\\nOver to where the monsters lie\\nIn their grumous blood walks lazily,\\nSniffs at the bodies, then o er them strides.\\nAnd out on the moonlit desert glides.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "LONGINGS\\nOh, give me the flush of the rosy morn\\nAnd the flash of the sun on the sea,\\nAnd the blush of the haws on the black of the\\nthorn,\\nAnd a run in the sun o er the countryside dun,\\nWith a horse speeding on like a shot from a gun,\\nAnd a fence to leap over that others would shun,\\nAnd I ll laugh at the rich in my glee.\\nOh, give me the sweep of a tight canoe,\\nOn the deep of an opal lagoon.\\nAnd the light aloft in the welkin blue\\nAnd the whirl and the swirl of the waters of pearl,\\nAnd the silvery laugh of a light-hearted girl.\\nAnd the lilt of the lark or the music-mad merle,\\nAnd for fame I ll not give a doubloon.\\nOh, give me a day mong the firs and pines\\nWith the play of the sun and the shade\\nAnd a shot at the moose with his towering tines\\n47", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "LONGINGS\\nAs lie bounds from the hounds through the glim-\\nmering grounds,\\nAnd the wood with the bark and the bellow re-\\nsounds,\\nAs he battles for life with the foe that surrounds,\\nAnd enrages him out on the glade.\\nOh, give me the breeze of the Berkshire hills,\\nAnd the leas with their stubble of fogge\\nAnd the rush and the roar of the mountain-ghylls.\\nAnd the fume and the boom like the roar of doom\\nOf the flashing flood through the foaming flume\\nAnd the sweep and leap through the shine and\\ngloom.\\nAnd the rave of the waves on the bog.\\nOh, give me to ramble a summer s day\\nThrough brake and bramble, through field\\nand fell.\\nMy heart attuned to the music of May,\\nAnd my steps full as free as the wind on the lea.\\nAs the bee in the bush, as the bird in the tree\\nFor this is the life, without trouble or dree.\\nThat a gypsy like me loves so well", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE DARKENED ROOM\\nDeep in my heart hung round with sable sorrow,\\nWithin the silent chamber of the dead,\\nLow lieth she, for whom the young May morrow\\nIts scent hath vainly shed.\\nThere on her snowy couch the snowy maiden,\\nHer golden hair upon the pillow spread,\\nWith fairest flowers and whitest lilies laden.\\nIn shimmering silk lies dead.\\nSilent the tongue whence golden music bubbled.\\nFled from the lip the smiles that were its soul\\nClosed the bright eyes, as blue as skies untroubled\\nBy the long thunder s roll.\\nFrozen the marble brow the lips of lover\\nIn ardent roseal kiss had never pressed\\nWaxen the hands as pure as Heaven above her.\\nUpon her lily-breast.\\n49", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "THE DARKENED ROOM\\nHush, O my spirit let no sound of weeping\\nDisturb the silence of this sacred ground\\nLet not a sob disturb the maiden s sleeping,\\nThe maiden slumber bound\\nSoftly, step softly in this house of sorrow,\\nLightly, bend lightly o er the sainted dead\\nSee how her face new loveliness doth borrow,\\nAs twere transfigured.\\nStarlight, if frozen and if finely fashioned\\nBy angel hands into a form divine.\\nWere scarce so beautiful, so unimpassioned.\\nAs this, our Geraldine.\\nOh, I have chambers in my soul whose splendor\\nOutshines the halls of Solomon of old\\nChambers to furnish which the West doth render\\nIts amethyst and gold.\\nBut there is one whose draperies so gloomy\\nAnd paraments as dark as stormy skies\\nI love, one hall more sweet than gardens bloomy.\\nWhere my dear sister lies.\\nAh, well it is that in the closed recesses\\nOf our still souls there is a darkened room,\\n50", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE DARKENED ROOM\\nWhere lietli low a maid whose yellow tresses,\\nAnd lips have lost their bloom.\\nOne on whose brow the record of her beauty,\\nStill faintly traced like softened splendor lies,\\nTo teach with silent lips the law of duty,\\nAnd lift us to the skies.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "THE SEA\\nThe sea, the sea, how sweet to me the breath of\\nthe salty sea,\\nThe cry of the white gulls in the sky, that wheel\\nexultantly;\\nThe wash and swash of the rolling surf as it\\nrushes up on the reach,\\nThe rave and roar and fume and blore of the bil-\\nlows along the beach\\nThe sea, the sea, how sweet to me the bounding,\\npounding sea.\\nThe ships of the line on the foaming brine, and\\nthe fair flag floating free\\nThe blustering blow of the winds that go o er the\\nwhite waves marching on.\\nWith the stately rime and measured time of the\\nCossacks along the Don\\nThe sea, the sea, how dear to me the hearty,\\nhealthful sea\\nWith its cooling balm from isles of palm that far\\nin the distance be\\n52", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE SEA\\nIts sweeping song, so deep and strong, of Hope\\nand Youth and Love,\\nAnd its solemn praise through all its days of the\\nGod that rules above\\nThe sea, the sea, how sweet to me the booming,\\nglooming sea\\nWith the ring and swing of the plunging bell as\\nit calls out warningly\\nThe fishers song as they row along with strong\\narms brown and bare.\\nAnd the plover s cry and the petrel shy as they\\ncut through the summer air\\nThe sea, the sea, how dear to me the wild, un-\\ntrammelled sea.\\nWith its mighty sweep and awful deep and its\\nmoving majesty\\nIts organ tones from the rocks and stones that\\ndeep in the caverns lie.\\nIts anthem loud to the rolling cloud and the\\narching heavens high\\nThe sea, the sea, O ye who be infirm, come out\\nto the sea.\\nWhen the breezes blow and the breakers flow\\nand the scud is flying free\\n53", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "THE SEA\\nAnd the salty air, and tlie vigor rare of the leap-\\ning, sweeping brine.\\nWill whirl your blood in a bounding flood through\\nyour. veins as red as wine\\nThe sea, the sea, oh, I love to be on the broad\\nback of the sea.\\nIn a tight, trim skiff, when the wind is stiff and\\nthe waves foam wrathfully\\nFor the moving flood excites the blood, and fills\\nthe heart with joy,\\nAnd makes the old man young again, and makes\\nthe youth a boy\\nThe sea, the sea, oh, I love to be forever beside\\nthe sea.\\nAnd hear the plash and dash and splash of the\\nwaters stretching free\\nFor I love its song so deep and strong, as I love\\nthe bugle s blast.\\nIts measured stride and plumes of pride like an\\narmy marching past", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "DEAR NIAGARA\\nOften in my dreams, dear Niagara, I m back again,\\nBack to thy waters that go thundering below\\nOften in my dreams I can see the blackmack again\\nFlying o er the flood in the sun s rubescent\\nglow.\\nO my love, I can see the waters shimmering\\nO my heart, I can see the mighty flow\\nLight of my life, I can see the rainbow glimmer-\\ning\\nDown there in the river, where the waves are\\nwhite as snow\\nLeaping down the ridge, I can see the torrents\\nflash again,\\nGold in the sunlight and silver in the moon;\\nAnd I can hear the reverberating crash again,\\nAs the foaming freshets thunder on the dune.\\nO my life, how I love the water glittering,\\nLove thy sunsets, purple and maroon\\nHeart of my heart, I can feel my pulses flittering,\\nThrobbing for thy love, like a blooming bride\\nin June\\n55", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "DEAR NIAGARA\\nOver in the orchard the apple-trees are pink again,\\nDainty is the primrose, the sassafras is sweet\\nHark I can hear the golden bobolink again\\nSinging to the lavender a-ljing at his feet.\\nO my love, the happy, happy days I spent,\\nHeart of my heart, in that beautiful retreat\\nO my life, the music and the pierriment,\\nDown there in the garden where the rivulets\\nmeet\\nGlorious Niagara Niagara the beautiful\\nThou art the jewel, the diamond of the West\\nAnd all thy children, so loyal and so dutiful,\\nLaud thee and honor thee, and love thee the\\nbest\\nO my love, I long to see thy halls again.\\nFor my heart is full of all unrest\\nLight of my life, I long to see the falls again.\\nOnce again, for thou indeed art Paradise the\\nBlest", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "A SIGH FOR THE LONG AGO\\nThe light is up in the morning,\\nAnd the lark is up in the blue,\\nAnd his silvery notes float downward\\nLike musical drops of dew.\\nI stand at my lattice listening,\\nAnd I would that I felt the joy,\\nTo see the sun and hear the song.\\nThat I felt when a little boy\\nFor the light is soft and golden.\\nAnd the music is golden, too,\\nBut somehow they fail to move me\\nAs they used to when life was new.\\nThe breeze comes into the garden\\nWith the scent of the red, red rose.\\nAnd the balm of the crimson balsams\\nThat wake from their night repose\\nThe breeze comes in from the garden,\\nAnd its breathing is soft and cool,\\n57", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "A SIGH FOR THE LONG AGO\\nFor it dipped its wings in passing\\nIn the wave of a pearly pool\\nAnd it kisses mine aching eyelids\\nAnd my throbbing temples white,\\nBut ah me for the old-time breezes,\\nAnd the old, old-time delight\\nThe Beverly Bells are ringing,\\nAnd their sound is silvery clear.\\nAnd the rime and chime and the cadences\\nFall soothingly on mine ear\\nThe robins all are astir below,\\nThe juniper-birds above.\\nAnd all is bright in the morning light,\\nAnd is kind and sweet as love.\\nBut the Bells of Beverly ringing.\\nAnd the bobolinks chirming low,\\nAwake in my heart no music\\nLike the music of long ago\\nOh, what was the charm of the old time,\\nThat everything then could please\\nWas the old-time light a softer light,\\nOr greener the old-time trees\\nHad the birds of boyhood sweeter songs,\\nOr the buds a brighter bloom,\\n58", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "A SIGH FOR THE LONG AGO\\nOr the lavender and tlie lilac-boughs\\nA more divine perfume\\nI know not I cannot make answer,\\nBut down in my heart I know\\nThat I miss in to-day the glory\\nI felt in the long ago.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "SORROWS\\nOut of hopes like jewels shattered,\\nOut of rosy wishes scattered\\nLike the bloomy buds of crimson deflowered by\\nthe breeze\\nOut of tears, and out of sorrow\\nRise the splendors of the morrow,\\nRise the purple-tinted promises of purer things\\nthan these.\\nNot until the sapphire splendid,\\nFrom the rock of granite rended,\\nNeath the hand is chipped and chiselled, comes\\nthe perfect jewel bright\\nNot until the shark is daunted\\nIn the waters devil-haunted\\nComes the diver with his pearl-stones gleaming\\nlike the stars of night.\\nNot until his heart is breaking\\nSings the nightingale, awaking", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "SORROWS\\nAll the wondering world with music such as\\nHeaven s self might claim;\\nNot until the fiery flowers\\nOf the heavens fall in showers\\nShine the skies in all the rushing and the flushing\\nof their flame.\\nOut of toiling cometh treasure,\\nOut of grieving cometh pleasure,\\nOut of winter cometh spring-time with its blos-\\nsoms, and its birds\\nOut of darkness and of glooming\\nCometh beauty, cometh blooming,\\nCometh poesy, perfuming all the garden with her\\nwords.\\nFrom the camp of dark disaster\\nComes the conqueror, the master\\nFrom the training-school of sorrow comes the\\ngenius and the sage\\nCome the mighty men who find them\\nNoble names to leave behind them.\\nCome the men who make the nation and illuminate\\nher page.\\nGrieve not, then, that thou dost sorrow,\\nFor tis given thee to borrow\\n61", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "SORROWS\\nStrength to fight upon the morrow in the everlast-\\ning press.\\nDisappointments, sad and sadder,\\nAre but rounds unto the ladder\\nThat is ever reaching upward to the turrets of\\nsuccess.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "TINTORETTA\\nShe was leading her steed to water,\\nA black-eyed Bohemian daughter,\\nAnd her lord, the chieftain who brought her\\nFrom the Land of the Sun, stood by\\nA sun-brown gypsy girl, slender.\\nBut no queen hath the grace nor splendor\\nOf her face, nor the beauty tender\\nOf her beaming, gleaming eye.\\nOh, her beauty of olivaster\\nMade my pulsatile heart beat faster.\\nAnd the faces of all who passed her\\nLooked back at the dusky pearl\\nFor the elegant calice-bearer\\nOf the Thunderer was not fairer.\\nNor had coloring richer, rarer,\\nThan this dark Egyptian girl\\nHer lips of carroon, and her wimple\\nWith its gold galloon, and her simple\\n63", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "TINTORETTA\\nAttire of maroon with the rimple\\nOf her lustreless blue-black hair,\\nAnd the lace on her cap, the splendor\\nOf her face in its innocence tender.\\nAnd her grace, all combined to render\\nThe maid bewitchingly fair.\\nA girl from the land of the flowers,\\nA girl from the land of the showers.\\nOf the mocking-birds and the bowers,\\nWith the crimson haws and hips.\\nShe bore in her bosom its myrtle,\\nShe wore its red rose on her kirtle,\\nAnd the scent of its valleys fertile\\nExhaled from her rose-pink lips.\\nShe was kind as the skies above her\\nFor the children broke from their cover,\\nA sign that the cherubs all love her,\\nAt sight of her beauty bright.\\nAnd, forming a circle around her,\\nIn a garland of roses wound her,\\nIn fetters of floramour bound her.\\nWhile she laughed, and her laugh was light.\\nOh, never in hall nor pavilion,\\nA-dancing the merry cotillion,\\n64", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "TINTORETTA\\nWith velvety cheeks of vermilion,\\nHave I seen lady like her\\nNot even the beautiful Hester,\\nWith her laughing lips of samester,\\nAnd the many charms that invest her\\nWith a fragrance sweet as myrrh.\\nNot the water where swims the allis,\\nNot the lilium with its chalice\\nOf gold, nor the beautiful palace\\nOf Cynthia, pale as pearl,\\nNor the sweet and modest melissa.\\nNor the sunbeams golden that kiss her,\\nNor the birds that at even miss her,\\nWere pure as this gypsy girl.\\nYet a man without mind or morals,\\nWhose bosom is vile as orrels,\\nAnd who loves his roans and his sorrels\\nFar more than he loves the maid.\\nIs the husband, monarch, and master\\nOf this woman of alabaster,\\nWith the fragrance of adelaster\\nIn her glossy, flossy braid.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "PRINTEMPS\\nAwake, heart of mine, with the heart of Nature\\nwake,\\nAnd sing, for the hills and the rills have found\\na voice\\nAwake, for the skies their burning banners shake.\\nAnd the brake and the lake in the sunny light\\nrejoice\\nOh, sing, heart of me, for the lilacs are in bloom\\nSing, for their redolence is scenting all the air\\nSing, for the rivulets are flashing in the flume,\\nAnd down in the valleys the liliums are fair\\nOh, sing, for the freshets are leaping down the rocks.\\nAnd school-boys are skipping and tripping o er\\nthe lea\\nThe catbird s about, and the bobolink he mocks,\\nAnd the blossoms of April are pink upon the\\ntree", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "PRINTEMPS\\nThe primulas blow, where a month ago was snow\\nThe crocus and jonquil are glinting in the glen\\nAnd the bold, gold daffodils their gypsy faces show\\nBy the hill and the rill that runs gayly to the\\nfen.\\nOh, sing, for there s balm and there s vigor in the\\nbreeze,\\nAnd the blood in a flood through the purple\\nveins is whirled\\nAnd the bird in the heart, like the bird among the\\ntrees,\\nGives voice to the joy that is felt throughout the\\nworld\\nOh, sing, for the lambs o er the ripple grasses run,\\nAnd the brass-backed bees, and the butterflies\\nare here\\nSing, for the robins are a-whistling in the sun,\\nAnd the lavrock is lilting a song to his dear\\nOh, sing, heart of mine, for the winter-time is past.\\nAnd spring with its ling and its lavender is here\\nThe storm-light is gone, and the warm-light come\\nat last\\nAnd the breezes blow their balm on the calm of\\nthe mere\\n67", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "THE ROSE OF JUNE\\n[To Maby Elizabeth Blake]\\nSing loud, O lark, in the cloud,\\nSing clear, O bird, in the breer,\\nFor the red, red rose that blows and glows,\\nThe red, red rose is here\\nThe red, red rose that blows and glows\\nWhere the rillet flows is here.\\nSing soft, O breeze, aloft.\\nSing low, O wind, in the lane,\\nFor the oriole, with his golden soul,\\nAnd the finch are here again\\nThe oriole, with the golden roll\\nOf his song, is here again.\\nThe finch is here from the south\\nWith his witching melodies,\\nAnd the bobolink and the merry spink\\nWith their songs of the southern seas\\nThe merry spink in the blossoms pink\\nWith his songs of the summer seas.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE ROSE OF JUNE\\nBurn red, O sun, o erhead\\nRun down from the hills, O rills,\\nWith a whirl and swirl, and birl and curl,\\nAnd a purl like the merle that trills\\nWith a whirl and swirl and lisping purl,\\nLike the melting merle that trills.\\nFor the rose of June is here.\\nThe red, red rose of June,\\nAnd the dells and fells and sunlit swells.\\nLike to bells, are all atune\\nThe dells and fells and sylvan cells,\\nLike to bells, are all atune.\\nThen sing, O bird, in the ling.\\nAnd wake, O lark, in the brake,\\nTill the heavens ring with the joy you bring\\nAnd the sirens rise from the lake\\nTill the heavens ring with the song you sing\\nAnd the sirens spring from the lake.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "CLEOPATRA TO CHARMIAN\\nLet the melting music golden\\nFlood and flash and float around\\nSing me of the glories olden\\nOf this ancient battle-ground\\nSing of beauty, sing of pleasure,\\nSing of love, or sing of treasure,\\nTill you fill and thrill my leisure\\nWith the spirit of the sound.\\nOh, the wine of life it flushes\\nAnd it flashes and it gushes.\\nThrough the burning blood that blushes\\nAt the sense of its own bliss\\nOh, the glances in the dances\\nAnd the music that entrances,\\nAnd the breeze that in the hushes\\nBears the perfume of a kiss\\nSing of Ramses and his glory,\\nHow he conquered with his glance\\n70", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "CLEOPATRA TO CHARMIAN\\nHow the warrior bore the hoary-\\nEarth upon his mighty lance.\\nAnd of Tothmes sing the splendor,\\nTothmes terrible, yet tender,\\nEver willing with his slender,\\nDark-eyed damoselles to dance\\nOh, the dancing and the whirling\\nOf the dancers, and the twirling\\nAnd the dizzy wheeling, swirling\\nOf the music mad with joy\\nAnd the glancing and the gleaming\\nOf the lustres, and the beaming\\nOf the jewels in the curling\\nLocks of every maid and boy\\nWhy so merry? Ask the river\\nWhy it sparkles in the light\\nAsk the palm-trees why they quiver\\nWhen the breeze is sweet and slight\\nAsk the vermeil vase of roses.\\nAsk the lotus that reposes\\nOn the wave why she uncloses\\nWhen the sun is warm and bright.\\nOh, the charm of love, the beating\\nOf the purple pulse, the meeting,\\n71", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "CLEOPATRA TO CHARMIAN\\nAnd the magic kiss of greeting,\\nThat upon the spirit lives\\nAnd the tumult and unquiet,\\nAnd the yearning and the riot,\\nAnd the piquancy its fleeting\\nTransitory pleasure gives\\nDullard not to know my lover.\\nMine own noble Antony,\\nMine own soldier, mine own rover,\\nComes to-night to visit me\\nHasten, get my silver cincture,\\nGive my lips a brighter tincture.\\nLuscious lips, a lucent lincture\\nFor my lover s malady.\\nOh, the sport the playful racing\\nRound the hall, each other chasing\\nWhere the vines are interlacing,\\nOh, the rapture so divine\\nAnd the music and the ringing,\\nAnd the singing and the swinging\\nIn the breeze so cool and bracing.\\nAnd the citron and the wine", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE LION\\nThou mighty brute, what majesty,\\nWhat strength and power immense\\nIn thy terrific form we see,\\nWhat bold magnificence\\nThy kingship o er the forest vast\\nOn thy broad brow is read,\\nAnd stamped upon the royal cast\\nOf thy colossal head\\nThe fierceness of ten thousand years\\nOf fury, fire, and fight,\\nRed battle with thy would-be peers,\\nIs gathered in thy might\\nThy limbs as strong as knotted oaks,\\nThy paws like bars of steel,\\nGive blows as fierce as thunder-strokes\\nTo make a turret reel\\n73", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "THE LION\\nThe pestilence is in thy breath,\\nAnd murder-dripping jaw\\nThy tracks lead downward unto death\\nHell s fire is in thy maw\\nThy voice is like the battle-shout\\nWhen bannered armies meet\\nAnd thousand lives are trampled out\\nBeneath War s iron feet\\nThou movest on the mountain-side\\nLike to a thunder-blast\\nAnd o er the forest far and wide\\nThe gloom of death is cast\\nO Mighty One to me thou art\\nA wild, tremendous force\\nLike that which rends the oak apart\\nWhen cyclones run their course\\nA symbol of that Power Immense\\nWhich whirls the earth through space.\\nAnd veils in clouds of thunder dense\\nThe glory of His Face", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE TIGER\\nI AM the king of the jungle blact,\\nThe king of the forest wide\\nAll beasts will fly from my fearful track\\nAnd deep in their caverns hide.\\nMy kingdom bold by my power I hold,\\nBy the weight of my cruel paws,\\nBy mine awful ire, and the fear I inspire.\\nAnd the strength of mine iron jaws\\nI stalk the buffalo through the grass,\\nThe ox with his anvil head\\nAnd I fling my weight like a ton of brass\\nOn his neck, and I strike him dead.\\nThe elephant blows his trumpet loud,\\nAnd rushes to strike me low\\nBut I shun the attack, and leap on his back.\\nAnd bring him down with a blow.\\nThe fierce orang, by the devil cast\\nIn his own terrific form.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "THE TIGER\\nWill fly from me as he will from the blast\\nOr the terrible tropic storm.\\nThe python bold, that will crush in its fold\\nThe wild rhinoceros white,\\nI charge and tear in the underwood there,\\nWhile the boar looks on in fright.\\nThe beasts come down to the stream at dusk.\\nThe tapir, the deer, and boar,\\nThe mammoth huge with his dreadful tusk\\nAnd his wild, unearthly roar\\nAnd I lie in wait with my mottled mate.\\nFor the stag or the bison black.\\nAnd then with a leap and an awful sweep\\nOf my iron paw break his back.\\nOh, the tiger bold fills the heart with cold\\nOf the leopard and mountain cat\\nAnd his screaming fierce the breast will pierce\\nOf the bear with his devil s brat.\\nE en the lion red, that fills with dread\\nThe forest throughout its length,\\nWill shun a fight with me in the night.\\nSo well does he know my strength\\nBut when we engage with furious rage,\\nOh, then the volcano wakes\\n76", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE TIGER\\nAnd the jungle howls with our hellish growls,\\nAnd the wood and the mountain quakes\\nAnd the thunder fills with terror the hills,\\nAnd the ounce and the panther fleet,\\nSo fierce and strong is the battle long\\nWhen the lion and the tiger meet\\nWith my brindled bride by my glossy side,\\nI m the king of the jungle black,\\nOn the neck of the wild-ox red we ride,\\nAnd the burly buffalo s back\\nThe pards that yell with mouth of hell.\\nThe leopard and wild-boar great,\\nWill fly with fear when the scream they hear\\nOf Tiger Tom and his mate.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "SAINT BERNARD TO THE\\nBLESSED MARY\\nOh the pale silver light of a soft southern night\\nIs less bright than the light of her presence\\nAnd the lay of the lark, as he scatters the dark,\\nIs less sweet than the laugh of her pleasance\\nAnd her mien and the sheen\\nOf her eyes show the queen.\\nThough her garb is as rough as a peasant s.\\nAnd the gold of her hair, and the gold of her fair\\nAnd bewitchingly beautiful features.\\nMake of Mary the light, make of Mary the bright.\\nThe most lissom and lovely of creatures\\nAnd the rose of her mouth,\\nLike the rose of the south.\\nMakes her sweet lips the purest of preachers.\\nOh the forehead of pearl of this amber-haired girl.\\nAnd her eyes full as blue as a beryl,\\n78", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "TO THE BLESSED MARY\\nAnd their long silken fringe, and her cheeks rosy\\ntinge,\\nAnd her figure as straight as a ferule,\\nAll have entered my heart\\nAnd refined every part,\\nAnd have made a life bloom that was sterile.\\nA diamond of blue is less perfect or true,\\nIs less pure than my star of the ocean\\nAnd the smile is as bright as an alexandrite,\\nOf the lady that owns my devotion.\\nOh, the beautiful doe\\nNor the cygnet can show\\nSo much grace as my Mary in motion.\\nI can see the maid now, with her low, pensive\\nbrow.\\nAnd her round, open throat, and the jasper\\nOf rosy-red lips that are pressed to the tips\\nOf the fingers of Him who would clasp her\\nThe most beautiful Child,\\nLittle Jesus the Mild,\\nWho is putting his arms up to grasp her.\\nI can hear her low voice, and my pulses rejoice\\nAs they beat to the musical measure\\n79", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "TO THE BLESSED MARY\\nI can see the swift blush, as the Child with a rush\\nFlings His arms round His beautiful treasure\\nAs He laughs in His glee,\\nWhile the Maiden Marie\\nSweetly smileth to see the Boy s pleasure.\\nI can see the warm light of her eyes in the night,\\nAs she looks at me out of the glooming\\nAnd her young piquant face, all illumined with\\ngrace,\\nSets the flowers of my heart all a-blooming\\nAnd the scent of her hair,\\nFloating out on the air.\\nIs the violet s, the night-winds perfuming.\\nAnd I press the pink tips of her fingers to lips\\nThat have learned to belaud her and love her\\nAnd I thrill to the touch of her hand overmuch,\\nWith a joy born of Heaven above her\\nWhile the Seraphim sing.\\nSilver wing unto wing.\\nAnd the Cherubim round her head hover.\\nOh what is the worth of the beauties of earth\\nCompared unto that of my jewel\\n80", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "TO THE BLESSED MART\\nOr what is the grace of a beautiful face\\nIf the heart be corrupted and cruel\\nI cry fie on the light\\nOf an eye like the night,\\nWhen the life is a dark one and dual.\\nGive, give me the maid of the amber-bright braid,\\nSweet Mary, the virginal mother\\nMy dove and my love, pure as Heaven above,\\nIn the eyes of our Saviour and Brother.\\nOh the Maiden Marie\\nIs the true-love of me,\\nAnd I want not the love of another.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-FIGHT OFF SAN-\\nTIAGO\\nOut from the strait they steamed\\nOn a Sunday morning bright,\\nFour battle-ships with the iron lips\\nOf their guns unmuzzled for fight\\nAnd the steel plates flashing in the light\\nStrait out to sea they steamed,\\nAnd their pennons behind them streamed.\\nAs they roared and blored like a fearful blast,\\nAnd kicked up the sea into mountains fast,\\nWhile the balls all around them screamed.\\nOut of the bay they rushed,\\nA grand and imposing sight.\\nTheir steam full on, and their flags all flushed.\\nAnd the gunners stripped for fight,\\nTheir eyes all bright with the thunder-light.\\nOut swept the Infanta first.\\nAnd a shell from her turret burst,\\nAnd rose in the air with a roar and blare\\n82", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-FIGHT OFE SANTIAGO\\nAnd passed on the blast with a flare and glare\\nToward the Brooklyn there, for fight athirst.\\nBut the shell, with a yell like hell.\\nOf the Yankee ship flew wide,\\nAnd a shot from the Brooklyn s gunner fell\\nOn the Spaniard s starboard side,\\nAnd crashed right on with a grind and gride.\\nThen another followed fast\\nOn the battle s fearful blast.\\nAnd the sea-quake woke, mid flame and smoke,\\nAnd the fire like a shower of meteors broke\\nOn the hulk in the whirlpool cast.\\nNow the Yankee ships of the line,\\nWith a leap and a frightful yell,\\nLike a storm swept over the brine.\\nWhile a tempest of shot and shell\\nAnd of thunder-stones all around them fell.\\nThen the swift Yizcaya came\\nThrough the surging sea of flame,\\nAnd her guns all spoke, and her fire-bolts broke\\nRound the Yankee cruisers wrapped in smoke\\nBut her fire went wide of her aim.\\nUp rushed the Iowa then,\\nAnd the terrible Oregon,\\n83", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-FIGHT OFF SANTIAGO\\nAnd you d think the fire from the devil s den\\nIn the boiling sea-trough shone,\\nSuch a tempest broke on the Don.\\nThen the blazing lightnings flew\\nAnd the whirlwind louder blew,\\nAnd the cannon crashed, and the rifles flashed.\\nAnd the rapid-guns and the howits smashed\\nThe Spaniard s ship, and his frantic crew.\\nWhile the great Vizcaya fought\\nWith the twain her fearful fight,\\nThe Colon swept through the gulf and sought\\nThrough the battle-blaze and the tempest-light\\nTo force her way, and escape by flight.\\nThen the guns of the Texas roared,\\nAnd the tubes of the Brooklyn poured\\nSuch a storm of death and fire and steel\\nOn the battle-ship as made her reel\\nAnd well-nigh sink with all on board.\\nOn the heels of the Colon came.\\nWith a rush, and plunge, and sweep.\\nThe Oquendo breathing fire and flame,\\nAs she went through the roaring deep,\\nThrough the foaming sea with a leap\\nThen a shell and a ton of steel\\nShe flung with a thunder-peal,\\n84", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-FIGHT OFF SANTIAGO\\nAnd her engines screamed and her fire-bolts\\nstreamed\\nO er the seething sea, till afire it seemed,\\nAs she flew, and showed them her heel.\\nBut a shower of shell and shot,\\nFrom the terrible Oregon,\\nStruck the laboring ship in a vital spot\\nAnd blew up the treacherous Don\\nMid a blaze that far o er the ocean shone.\\nO God what a hell-fire broke,\\nWhat a fierce volcano woke,\\nWhen the roaring flames with their fangs accurst\\nFrom the stoke-hole black and the port-holes burst,\\nAnd wrapped her with thunder-smoke.\\nThen the guns of the Texas turned\\nOn the Colon bounding along\\nAnd they pounded her till her hatches burned\\nAnd the Dons, urged on by whip and thong,\\nReturned our fire with a fire as strong.\\nAway, away o er the main,\\nRan the war-ship swift of Spain\\nLike a furious blast the Iowa she passed,\\nWith the Texas swift and the Brooklyn fast.\\nAnd the Oregon in her foaming train.\\n85", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-FIGHT OFF SANTIAGO\\nThen up to the battle came\\nThe Indiana black,\\nWith her fierce hontorias all aflame,\\nAnd her every Jack, all bare of back.\\nYelling like men on the burning rack.\\nLike a sea-lion snorting fire,\\nHer engines throbbing with ire,\\nShe took her place in the furious race\\nAnd gave the Colon a fearful chase.\\nAll intent on vengeance dire.\\nIn the midst of the tempest loud.\\nThe Theresa, racked and rent,\\nHer burning hull enwrapped in a cloud\\nAnd her gunners all forespent,\\nPut her helm to port and landward went.\\nO God what a cry of pain\\nArose from the men of Spain,\\nWhen the fire from the hold wrapt the sailors bold.\\nAnd they suffered agonies all untold.\\nAs they died in the hurricane\\nThe noble Vizcaya, too,\\nOn fire abaft and before,\\nThough her guns were served by her gallant crew,\\nHad to turn her head for the shore.\\nWhere her decks blew up with an awful roar.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-FIGHT OFF SANTIAGO\\nThen tlie two torpedoes dread\\nFrom the fire of the Gloucester fled,\\nWhile a screeching shell with the panther s yell\\nFrom the frowning towers of the Texas fell\\nOn the fury, and struck him dead.\\nMeantime through a shower of shot\\nLike a comet the Colon rushed\\nThe Oregon and the Brooklyn hot\\nIn pursuit, with their guns that crushed\\nThe Spaniard s turrets with blood all flushed.\\nThen the sea like a geyser boiled\\nWhile the men at the cannon moiled,\\nAnd the big guns yelled, as the Dons they shelled,\\nAnd the fight in their iron hands they held.\\nWhile the ships through the tempest toiled.\\nAway on the greatest race\\nThat e er took place on the sea.\\nThe Colon sped with our ships in chase\\nAll their engines panting fearfully,\\nAnd their fire as fierce as lightnings be.\\nFor sixty miles or more\\nMid the deep incessant roar\\nOf a burning mount, a volcano red.\\nThe battle-ship on the hot race sped,\\nTill the Spaniard put for the shore.\\n87", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-FIGHT OFF SANTIAGO\\nThus the fight was fought that day\\nIn the Santiago sea,\\nA fight that will live in fame alway\\nAnd by ages yet to be\\nWill be read triumphantly.\\nAll praise to the Powers that reign,\\nTo the God of the land and main.\\nUnto Sampson, too, and Schley with his crew.\\nWho right in the thick of the battle flew.\\nAnd swept the sea of the ships of Spain.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "HILDEBRAND\\n[To W. S. Wbnkbbbekg]\\nThe man I sing whose rugged silhouette,\\nWhose strong incisive profile cut in jet,\\nStamps him the greatest hero of his age,\\nIts grandest sovereign, and its foremost sage\\nThe man of steel, who clipped the brazen wings\\nOf robber-barons and of ruffian kings\\nThe hero bold, who, owing nought to birth,\\nRose by his genius o er the lords of earth\\nWhose awful thunders shook the proudest state\\nAnd terrified the armies of the great\\nThe firebrand of the age, the priest whose name\\nMade monarchs tremble, and made despots tame\\nA diplomat whose policy profound\\nThe craft of keenest statesmen could confound\\nWhose forceful character, severely great,\\nMade him the great dynamic of the state\\nWhose wondrous faculty for government.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "HILDEBRAND\\nHad he but sought his own aggrandizement,\\nA second Caesar or an Otho grand\\nMight make of bold, unbending Hildebrand.\\nAn iron age demands an iron lord\\nTo rule the lawless people with the sword\\nAnd ne er were times so full of anarchy\\nAs those dark days that fashioned Gregory\\nAnd never architect a dome so vast\\nBuilt from the debris round about him cast.\\nHe found the world degraded by its lust,\\nVice on the throne, and virtue in the dust\\nA pauper people trampled on the ground,\\nBy iron laws and social pressures bound\\nA stiff nobility, whose only God\\nWas that all-potent one, the cruel rod\\nA legislature that made laws of silk\\nFor dukes and counts, and varlets of that ilk,\\nAnd othersome of iron and of brass\\nFor tenants, bondmen, and the peasant class\\nThe church, invaded by the vavasors\\nOf haughty kings, who sought to give her laws\\nTyrants, who placed upon the abbot s throne\\nObsequious slaves and creatures of their own.\\nInstalled their sons in benefices rich\\nAnd cast the slain incumbents in the ditch.\\nThe clergy, thus composed of worldly men,\\nFitter to wield the sword than use the pen,\\n90", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "HILDEBRAND\\nTurned from the study of supernal things\\nTo that of losels and of roistering kings\\nFrom priestly cares and pastoral duties fled,\\nAnd offered stones to those who cried for bread.\\nAnd when the church, too feeble to resist,\\nHeld up to Heaven her enshackled wrist,\\nThe runagates unclasped the murderous knife.\\nAnd threatened loud to take their mother s life.\\nSuch were the times when Gregory was called\\nTo free a people servilely enthralled,\\nBefore proud kings, despotic as the Khan,\\nT assert the worth and dignity of man,\\nTo drive the lion from the wattled pen.\\nAnd give the church her liberty again\\nChase from the temple with his whip of cords\\nThe mitred satellites of earls and lords,\\nDegrade the vile, the proud to castigate.\\nAnd force each monk to be a celibate\\nWith iron heel to stamp out simony,\\nAnd give its death to ancient witchery.\\nA task Herculean, the world agrees\\nBut in the priest was found the Hercules.\\nHe felt himself the chosen of the Lord\\nTo free his kingdom from the tyrant s sword,\\nAnd through the church to give its liberty\\nTo a despised and trodden peasantry.\\nThis having done, it was the giant s aim\\n91", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "HILDEBRAND\\nA Holy League of emperies to frame,\\nOne grand and beautiful theocracy,\\nDeriving life from Christianity.\\nThis was the plan that Hildebrand designed,\\nThe great majestic thought that filled his mind\\nBut satisfied that priests cannot be pure,\\nWhere kings retain the right of vestiture.\\nThe peasant-prince by one tremendous blow\\nThe feudal system sought to overthrow.\\nAnd, waging ceaseless war with simony.\\nShake the whole edifice of tyranny.\\nBut he who would an evil age reform,\\nDraws on himself the lightnings of the storm,\\nBroadcast the dragon-teeth of hatred throws,\\nThat spring up from the ground, ten thousand\\nfoes.\\nThus Hildebrand when with their iron clang\\nHis f ulminations through the kingdoms rang\\nA furious tempest brought about his ears.\\nBroken and stricken as he was in years.\\nBut he who might have hurled the bolt of war.\\nWhom Nature stamped an iron warrior.\\nImpassive stood, until the mirk and mist\\nDissolved, and showed the skies of amethyst\\nUnmoved, pursued his labor of reform.\\nDespite the rumbling thunders of a storm\\nThat soon on his devoted head would break,\\n92", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "HILDEBRAND\\nAnd his vast power to its foundation shake.\\nThe German Henry, who oppressed the poor\\nTo dizen and bedeck his paramour,\\nWho robbed the altars of their precious stones\\nThat they might sparkle on the silver zones\\nOf his dark dancing girls, the priest opposed,\\nAnd all the churches in his kingdom closed.\\nThe darkness of despair hung o er the land,\\nAnd men in whispers said that Heaven s hand\\nWas raised against them. Henry with the stain\\nOf murder on his brow, another Cain,\\nWandered o er Germany but no man crossed\\nHis hand with his whom all considered lost.\\nThen bloodshed followed, internecine war\\nAnd Rudolph, bold and brave a warrior\\nAs e er drew battle-blade, to Henry s throne\\nThrough slaughter climbed, and made the crown\\nhis own.\\nThe bold usurper Gregory denounced.\\nBut for the public weal at length pronounced\\nThe prince the lawful lord of Germany.\\nAnother fight was fought but victory\\nThis time on Henry smiled, and full of ire,\\nBreathing resentment and destruction dire\\nToward Hildebrand, he climbed the mountain-\\nchain.\\nAnd led his legions into Lombard s plain,\\n93", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "HILDEBRAND\\nTurned to a waste the gardens of the Po,\\nAnd shut up Gregory in Angelo.\\nE en then one word from that sublime old man,\\nAnd Henry would have sheathed the ataghan.\\nOne word, but he who so loved liberty.\\nAnd hated vice and all iniquity,\\nPreferred a prison and an exile s end\\nTo peace and freedom as a tyrant s friend\\nAnd so the grim old Lion of the Lord\\nHunted through Italy with fire and sword\\nStill true to principles severe and high.\\nLay down his iron sides alone to die.\\nAnd thus a ruin, but a ruin grand\\nWent down amid the lightnings, Hildebrand,\\nHe failed but no, he thought he failed, for see\\nThe fair results of his far policy.\\nA church that kings had trampled on the ground,\\nHer brow with Freedom s starry circle crowned,\\nA governmental system overthrown,\\nNeath which the multitude was wont to groan.\\nSerfdom abolished, tyranny pulled down.\\nAnd personal equality in count and clown\\nTaught to the mass, the greatest gift, I wis.\\nBy that Titanic age bequeathed to this,\\nThe mass that saw in stalwart Gregory\\nThe strongest safeguard of their liberty.\\nLiving, he taught that character, not birth,\\n94", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "HILDEBRAND\\nAlone can constitute exalted wortli,\\nAnd, dying, left unto remotest time\\nThe grand example of his life sublime\\nA wonderfully bold and great career\\nFor sages to admire and kings to fear.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "NAPOLEON\\n[Supposed to be written ere his removal from St. Helena.]\\nThere lies lie cold and lifeless now,\\nNo royal circle round his brow,\\nNo battle-flag before him\\nNo wife beside his form to weep,\\nNo children to his side to creep.\\nNo loving hand his grave to keep,\\nNor canopy hung o er him\\nNay, friendless as a nameless slave,\\nHe slumbers in his lonely grave\\nThere lies he low, the king of kings.\\nWho made of thrones his playing-things.\\nAnd like a Man-God bore him\\nThere lies he now less than the bird\\nThat in the scraggy hedge is heard.\\nYea, less than yon blind bat that whirred.\\nAnd flew this minute o er him\\nThe hands that smote the Cgesar s crest\\nNow folded, childlike, on his breast", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "NAPOLEON\\nWhere are his myriad men of war,\\nWhere are the legions wont to draw\\nThe battle-blade before him\\nWhere are the grisly grenadiers\\nWho hailed him with their iron tears,\\nAnd, rushing on with thunder-cheers,\\nBeat Charles, and trampled o er him\\nWas there not one to follow him.\\nAnd close his eyes when they grew dim\\nWhere are the guns of Lodi red,\\nOf Wagram, covered with the dead,\\nWhere he so proudly bore him\\nMarengo s cannon, where are they,\\nThe howitzers of Arcolay,\\nOf murderous Jena s dreadful day.\\nWhere glory s sun burst o er him\\nIs there not one to thunder o er\\nHis corse on Helen s rocky shore\\nWhen first the conquering king I saw.\\nHe hurled the blazing bolt of war,\\nHis proud flag flying o er him\\nAnd bombs were bursting in the air.\\nAnd in the cannon s smoke and glare\\nA million men were battling there,\\nUpon the plain before him\\n97", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "NAPOLEON\\nAnd when his battle-flags were furled,\\nHe stood, the master of the world.\\nWhen last I saw that conquering king.\\nHe was a most abandoned thing,\\nHis army flying before him\\nHis cannon spiked or overthrown.\\nHis carriages to pieces blown,\\nHis guard cut down, like barley mown,\\nHis horsemen riding o er them\\nAnd he, a wretch whom no one knew.\\nFled from the field of Waterloo.\\nPoor fallen king Poor tool of Fate,\\nBy some misnomer called The Great,\\nSleep on in marble slumber\\nThou hast fulfilled thy destiny.\\nA human vulture, God sent thee\\nThe world s great scavenger to be.\\nTo cleanse it of its scumber\\nAnd having done thy work, O Pride,\\nHe flung thee, like a stick, aside", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "DEBORAH SAMPSON\\n[A Massacliusetts woman who fought in the Revolution.\\nOnly a woman as fair as the fairest,\\nOnly a girl with a timid blue eye\\nBut the heart in her breast was bold as the best,\\nAnd her spirit was brave as the bravest and rarest\\nOf all who went forth for their country to die\\nWhen the guns their songs of liberty thundered,\\nAnd Liberty s flag all its folds unfurled,\\nAnd in field and in fen our raw minute-men\\nFought Freedom s battle, and all Europe wondered,\\nFor the fame of the fight filled all the world,\\nThis high-souled woman left lover and mother,\\nf And, donning the buff of the rebel bold,\\nf She shouldered her gun and she marched in the\\nsun.\\nAnd she marched in the rain by the side of her\\nbrother,\\nAnd hurried away where the battle-smoke rolled.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "DEBORAH SAMPSON\\nAway she went to the front of the battle,\\nWhere the storm-cloud burst and the lightning\\nflashed\\nAnd on through the gale of a terrible hail,\\nMid the gloom, and the boom, and the roar and\\nthe rattle.\\nIn the far fore-front of the fray she dashed.\\nWhen Washington crossed the Delaware River,\\nAnd his freezing soldiers died at his side.\\nThen her fortitude shone for she struggled on.\\nAnd battled with never a shiver nor quiver,\\nThough weak men fainted and strong men cried.\\nAt Valley Forge, where the troops left behind them\\nTheir terrible foot-prints of bloody red,\\nAnd they marched through the sleet with their\\nbleeding feet,\\nAnd blizzards so fierce as almost to blind them.\\nThis heroine tramped by their side and bled.\\nOnly a woman, but never Crusader,\\nNever was warrior braver than she.\\nWho shouldered her gun in the rain and the sun.\\nAnd went out to meet the insulting invader,\\nAnd beat him, and drove him back into the sea", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "LILAC TIME\\nWinds of Heaven blowing, flowers of Heaven\\ngrowing,\\nDaffodils and jonquils glowing in the sun,\\nSquirrels in the hedges, serpents in the sedges.\\nLaughing waters flashing and splashing in the\\nrun.\\nApple-blossoms glowing, one would think twas\\nsnowing.\\nFor the trees are mantled in a robe of white,\\nAnd the meadows golden with the kingcup olden\\nFill the heart with joyance, buoyance and\\ndelight.\\nMerry spinks above me, bobolinks that love me.\\nPipe and sing and whistle gaily all the day\\nAnd the golden robin, in the grasses bobbing.\\nFills the waving woods with music of the May.\\n101", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "LILAC TIME\\nOh, the song of blackmacks, and the smell of lilacs,\\nAnd the sassafrases sweet as rosemary,\\nAnd the blossoms-cherry make the country merry.\\nMake the land awake to love and melody\\nOh, it s Heaven living when the buds are giving.\\nGiving all their musk and magic to the breeze\\nWhen the birds are trilling, all the forest filling\\nWith their song all day long of the sunset-seas\\nAnd I thank Thee, Jesus, for these scented breezes,\\nThank Thee, oh, so kindly, for so sweet a day\\nFor the waters flowing, and the blossoms blowing.\\nAnd the wondrous magic of the mystic May.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "HERMES TRISMEGISTUS\\nHis life was one of meditation deep,\\nProfoundest thought upon the Primal Force,\\nThe Master-Worker, the Eternal Source\\nOf all the cosmic energies that keep\\nThe systems in the orbs through which they\\nsweep,\\nThe planets in their ordinated course\\nThat Power whose stern decretals doth di-\\nvorce\\nThe vale of vice from virtue s sunlit steep.\\nIn brooding silence like a god he sate.\\nEternal wisdom sitting on his brow,\\nHis visage furrowed with the lines of fate,\\nA stone enigma, questioning the How,\\nThe Why and Wherefore of the things that be,\\nAnd find their centre in the Deity.\\nComposed in intramental calm he sate.\\nNor let the great perfervid world disturb\\nHis placid soul, which nothing could perturb.\\nSo high it stood, so strong, and so sedate.\\n103", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "HERMES TRISMEGISTUS\\nWithin himself he shrank to meditate\\nOn transient man, the brother of the herb,\\nAnd on man s passions, which to check and\\ncurb\\nIs his prime Duty, foreordained of Fate.\\nThe mind of Plato and the soul of Paul\\nHe had, this wondrous wizard of the Nile\\nA heart to know and love the Lord of all,\\nA spirit that no soilure could defile\\nA Christian heart within a Pagan breast.\\nTwo-thirds an angel, and a clod the rest.\\nA seer more sage than thoughtful Socrates,\\nWhile others floundered on an unknown sea\\nOf doubt, despair, and dark uncertainty.\\nHe nobly dared explore the mysteries\\nOf life and light, the twin eternities\\nTaught God, existent in a Trinity,\\nDeclared the spirit s immortality,\\nAnd gleaned the lore of latest centuries.\\nWhence did he gather it, inquires the mind\\nLearning so recondite, so varied, too\\nWhence did he gather in an age so blind\\nSuch wisdom as Egyptian Hermes knew\\nWas it derived of self, or was his lore\\nRevealed of Heaven, as in the days of yore", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "SIGHING FOR SUMMER\\nOh for the rhythm, the rhyme and the chime\\nOf the bells in Fairyland ringing\\nOf the song at prime, in the fragrant thyme,\\nOf the blackbird merrily singing\\nAnd oh for the rose in the green perclose,\\nThe pippin, the peach, and the cherry\\nFor the peppermint where the sunbeams glint,\\nAnd the rippling rivulets merry\\nFor the silvern gleam in the beautiful stream\\nOf the trout and the grayling glancing\\nOr the bream that glitters like gold in the beam\\nOf the sun on the waters dancing\\nFor the woods of dusk, and the winds of musk\\nWith a hint of the citron in them\\nThe thrush in the grass, and the sassafras,\\nAnd lilies with lassies to win them\\n106", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "SIGHING FOR SUMMER\\nOh for a sight of the red-bird bright,\\nAnd the cardinal s warm vermilion\\nFor the golden flight, in the flashing light,\\nOf the finch to his green pavilion\\nFor the whippoorwill on the twilight hill\\nWhere the sumac sprays are plumy,\\nAnd the tender song when the shadows are long\\nOf the girls in the garden bloomy\\nA sigh for the sky of sweet July\\nAnd the summer s glamour and glimmer,\\nOf the lazy seas and lavender leas\\nAnd the summer-time s shine and shimmer", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE ORIOLE\\nA FLASH of light and a whir of wings,\\nA gleam of gold and a blush of red\\nAnd adown the gloom like a star it sped\\nAdown the green and the trees atween,\\nLike a feathery fire it swiftly fled,\\nWith an ebon back, and a golden throat,\\nAnd a palpitant, pulsatile, passionate note,\\nThat out on the air like a bubble doth float\\nOr a golden girl in a golden boat.\\nA gorgeous creature, a globe of fire,\\nA thing all splendor and love and light\\nA robin begot in the rainbow bright\\nOr the western skies when the sunset dyes\\nThe wings of the birds that pass in flight\\nThrough the ruby gates, and the portals wide,\\nTill tipped with vermilion, and dipped in a tide\\nOf purple and gold, they glimmer and glide\\nThrough the sky, as bright as a bloomy bride.\\n107", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "THE ORIOLE\\nAn orange-musk in the twinkling dusk\\nA topaz throbbing with golden fire\\nSweet music shaken from Heaven s lyre,\\nAnd turned in the night to crimson bright,\\nAnd gold like the yellow light of a pyre,\\nA glimmering, shimmering, beautiful thing.\\nWith a voice like a pearl in a simmering spring,\\nA diamond flitting on glittering wing,\\nThat ever of Heaven doth heavenly sing.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE WILD HORSES OF THE\\nPAMPAS\\nOut on the prairies there rolling away,\\nRolling in billows like waves on the bay,\\nBrowsing and nibbling the delicate green\\nOf the pampas, a troop of wild horses are seen.\\nBeautiful fellows as wild as can be.\\nWild as the surf and the surge of the sea,\\nWith rivery manes, and eyes shot with fire.\\nAnd limbs whose tendons and cords are of wire.\\nA stallion their leader, a powerful black.\\nBattle scars thick on his flanks and his back.\\nHis neck a massive one, glossy and proud,\\nHis eye like lightning licking the cloud.\\nIn sooth, they make a magnificent sight,\\nThat herd of horses, fourscore of them quite.\\nHorses that never knew bridle nor rein.\\nThat ne er felt the lash nor the rowel s pain.\\nRamping and romping at will on the plain.\\n109", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "WILD HORSES OF THE PAMPAS\\nBut hark the thunder of hundreds of hoofs\\nLike a storm beating hard on a village s roofs\\nIs heard in the west, and a roar like the sea\\nWhen the tempest lashes it furiously.\\nThen pricking their ears, with a look of surprise\\nAnd of anger perchance in their great rolling eyes,\\nThey snuff at the winds that come over the plain,\\nTheir muscles all bunching and tense every vein.\\nThen they snort with alarm, while the lightning of\\nfight\\nFlashes out of their eyes that are all blazing bright.\\nThen wheeling as if by a bugle s command,\\nEach steed in a trice takes his place in the band,\\nThe strong ones before and the weaker behind,\\nWhile the strangers rush o er the plain like the wind.\\nOver the pampas they gallop and dash\\nAs if every courser was urged with the lash,\\nA hundred swift horses all rushing along\\nWith the rumble and blore of buffaloes strong.\\nBut, lo on a sudden the dark fljdng mass\\nBring up at a halt in the deep waving grass,\\nAnd, lifting their long slender necks high in air.\\nWith a look of surprise at the other ones stare.\\nThen they snort defiance, and, prancing around.\\nSoon form into ranks on the broad battle-ground.\\nLike a cyclone that tears o er the prairie they dash.\\nRush over the plain with a clatter and crash,\\n110", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "WILD HORSES OF THE PAMPAS\\nThe two rival armies, the stallions in front,\\nEver eager to bear battle s terrible brunt.\\nFaster and faster and harder they go.\\nLike tigers or lions leaping after the foe.\\nTheir eyes all as red as the red thunder-light,\\nAnd their galloping hoofs all too eager to smite.\\nLike thunder-clouds big with the tempest they\\nmeet,\\nAnd battle with tushes and furious feet,\\nHalf of them thrown by the shock to the plain,\\nSome of them never to rise thence again.\\nO Heaven, what a sight What a tempest of blows\\nWhat a thunder-gust rages around the fierce foes\\nWhat shrieking and screaming like demons in pain\\nAs the horses battle with might and with main,\\nAnd the terrible hoofs beat out many a brain\\nThey kick and they bite they roll and they rear,\\nThey rush and they plunge, and scream in their\\nfear\\nThe blood flowing freely from many a flank.\\nAnd turning to crimson the grasses and brank.\\nNever wolves on the shore of the frozen seas\\nWere so fierce, so cruel, so savage as these\\nNever the panther nor jaguar waged\\nA bloodier battle, nor angrier raged,\\nThan those furious steeds, as they bite and smite,\\nAnd tear up the plain in their terrible fight.\\nIll", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "WILD HORSES OF THE PAMPAS\\nBut see now the leaders, two thunderbolts, meet\\nAnd battle and batter with teeth and with feet,\\nWheel and career round each other and pound.\\nAnd pummel and strike till they fall to the ground.\\nBut, ah they are up again, screaming with rage.\\nAnd again with a rush and a crash they engage,\\nSnorting and shrieking with passion and pain\\nAnd striking and beating with might and with\\nmain\\nTill one of them falls on the ripple-grass dead.\\nThe black having shattered and crushed in his\\nhead.\\nThen, stricken with panic, the strange horses flee\\nWith the speed of the wind o er the green, grassy\\nsea;\\nThe maimed left behind to the rage of their foes.\\nWho batter their skulls with their terrible blows\\nThen sink on the pampas, all reeking and wet\\nWith blood and with foam, with froth and with\\nsweat,\\nPanting and blowing and gasping for breath,\\nThe living ones close by their comrades in death.\\nSuch are the battles are fought when they meet,\\nThe steeds of the pampas, so fiery and fleet\\nSteeds that are shod with the lightning and strong\\nAs the thunder that rumbles and rattles along.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE FLOATING GARDENS OF\\nMEXICO\\nThe Chalco Lake, oh, the Chalco Lake\\nWith its murmurous waves of melted pearls,\\nAnd its lilies of living gold that make\\nA screen for the black-eyed water-girls.\\nOh, the Chalco Lake with its fringe of palms.\\nIts gentle zephyrs and golden calms,\\nIts cinnamon breath and Gilead-balms,\\nAnd its skies as blue as blue can be,\\nOh, the Chalco Lake is the place for me\\nOh, the Chalco Lake with its floating isles,\\nShall I e er forget that day of days.\\nWhen over the wave where sunlight smiles.\\nThe year around through a golden haze,\\nWe came at last to the isles that float\\nAnd glide and glance like a dancing boat,\\nTo the music soft of the cushat s note\\nWe came to the new Hesperides,\\nWith their banks of bloom and acacia-trees\\n113", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "FLOATING GARDENS OF MEXICO\\nThe floating gardens of Mexico,\\nWith their scarlet beds of callirhoe,\\nThe rose-trees scenting the winds that blow,\\nThe asphodel and eurydice\\nAnd the humming-birds with their purple wings,\\nThe doves with their iridescent rings,\\nAnd the gorgeous prince of all gorgeous things,\\nThe bright flamingo in scarlet dressed,\\nLike sunset clouds in the crimson west\\nAnd the senoritas in white simars,\\nAmong the trees in the purple dusk,\\nSinging to sound of their sweet guitars,\\nSongs that fill all the air with musk\\nAnd glow-worms gleaming like drops of glass,\\nAnd fire-flies flashing on trees and grass.\\nWith eyes of gold and with backs of brass.\\nAn Eden make of those isles of flowers,\\nThose smiling islands of birds and bowers.\\nOh, what were life in those flowery isles.\\nWith those I love in the rosy east\\nA golden dream, with their songs and smiles,\\nA dance by day and by night a feast.\\nAnd lying there amid roses red,\\nWith blue beneath and the blue o erhead,\\nTo the bustling world and its sorrows dead,\\n114", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "FLOATING GARDENS OF MEXICO\\nTis little we d reck of its care and crime,\\nAnd little we d mind the flight of time\\nOh, floating, floating ever along,\\nEver along on the inland sea,\\nIn music and mirth, and light and song,\\nAnd romances out of Araby.\\nWhy care should we for the world without.\\nWith its noise and strife and battle-shout.\\nIts dance and revel, and mask and rout\\nIn sweet oblivion of all beside,\\nWe d drift along on the summer tide.\\nAn artist striving for golden fame,\\nA soldier battling to win a crown,\\nIn those sweet islands with flowers aflame\\nMight laugh at the tinselled toy, renown.\\nFor who that ever beheld those isles\\nFloating over the water for miles\\nWould care for Fortune s favors or smiles\\nOh, who that has got the pearl in his hand\\nWould look for the pearl that s lost in the sand\\nO floating gardens of Mexico,\\nI would that I were among you now.\\nTo lay my head where your violets blow.\\nAnd feel your redolent winds on my brow,\\n115", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "FLOATING GARDENS OF MEXICO\\nI would I were where the gold-thread grows,\\nWhere the wave with its murmurous music flows,\\nAnd each hour is a flower, a fragrant rose,\\nThat falling away from the life-tree lies\\nLike light on the grass, and in perfume dies", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "A SONG OF THE SEA\\nOh, sing a song to me of the foaming, fuming sea\\nThe rumble and the tumble as it thunders on\\nthe shore,\\nThe passionate unrest of its mighty heaving\\nbreast.\\nThe battle and the brattle, the bluster and the\\nblore\\nAnd the long and mighty sweep of the billows\\non the deep,\\nThe boom and gloom, and frothy spume that\\nflies before the blast,\\nThe lions of the sea, that, roaring fearfully,\\nMistake the rocks for feeding flocks, and leap\\non them at last.\\nOh, sing to stir the blood of the mighty moving\\nflood,\\nThe rushing of the waters, the turbulence and\\nfume\\n117", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "A SONG OF THE SEA\\nThe vast tremendous power, the rolling clouds\\nthat lower,\\nThe wild torrential tumult, the tempest and,\\nthe gloom.\\nFor the dark and stormy sea has a nameless\\ncharm for me,\\nThere s music in its motion, there is magic in its\\nroar.\\nThere s beauty in its gloom and grandeur in its\\nboom,\\nAnd majesty and terror in its blore upon the\\nshore\\nAnd I could stand all day, and watch the flying\\nspray.\\nAnd mark the mighty march of mountain\\nwaves along\\nOf billows battle-black, bearing thunder on their\\nback.\\nAll charging like a thousand horse in line of\\nbattle strong.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "THE VIRGIN MOTHER\\nO Beauty, Beauty, God s immortal daughter.\\nThe fairest efflorescence of His love\\nThy smile is like the light of laughing water\\nThy shade, the glory of the stars above.\\nThou art the magic one, the golden dove,\\nThat, moving on wide wings of lambent light,\\nFillest with ravishment the cosmic grove.\\nAnd with thy splendor and effulgence bright\\nEnrapturest the heart, concentred into sight\\nThou art the world s sultana, and its wonder.\\nThe queenly conqueror of conquering kings\\nStrong in thy loveliness as tropic thunder\\nWhen on the storm the living lightning springs.\\nAnd all the world with its wild laughter rings.\\nThou art the rising sun, and men adore thee.\\nAnd on thy shrine heap up all precious things\\nThou art the world s desire men bow before thee,\\nWhile Heaven itself in rapture bends Him o er\\nthee\\n119", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "THE VIRGIN MOTHER\\nIn many forms for thou art pluri-present\\nThou charmest men, in foam-bell and in flower,\\nIn star and moon, in cresset, and in crescent,\\nIn versi-colored warblers of the bower,\\nAnd in the glitterant gems of summer s shower\\nBut never yet, O Loveliness transcendent,\\nA fairer form with favors thou didst dower\\nThan Hers, whose star fore er in the ascendent\\nShines o er the troubled sea, our beacon-light tran-\\nsplendent.\\nO Mary Maiden, all that s soft and tender\\nOf love and light, and gentleness and grace,\\nAnd all that s loveliest of gloom and splendor,\\nMeets in the magic music of thy face\\nBeams in thine eye, wherein the soul may trace\\nThat purity, which as the priceless gem\\nOf Christian woman holds the proudest place\\nGleams on thy brow, and with a diadem\\nCrowns thee, O Royal Rose, of David s royal stem\\nPurer than crystal in its native mountains,\\nThan coral-combs beneath the placid sea,\\nPure as the diamond-dew of flashing fountains,\\nOr sunlight on the lily of the lea,\\nOr pearl-pink clouds that sail the heavens free,\\n120", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE VIRGIN MOTHER\\nThou shinest forth, the diamond without flaw,\\nThe star with naught to dim its brilliancy,\\nO brightest beauty that the skies e er saw\\nSince they began their march in God s eternal law\\nO Woman, made of music and of musk,\\nAnd all sweet things, that sweeter seem in thee,\\nO Lady of the diamond eyes of dusk.\\nAnd look of love, and queenly dignity.\\nAttempered by thy maiden modesty,\\nThou comest smiling from the Orient,\\nBreathing of balsam out of Araby,\\nThou comest up, like some bright angel sent.\\nTo give to human deeds a loftier intent\\nO golden Rose, O sunny light of May,\\nNo words though words were made of amethyst,\\nAnd pearls and opals where the colors play.\\nAnd chrysolite as ruby red as cist.\\nNo words though they had golden tongues, I\\nwist.\\nAnd though they spoke in music murmuring.\\nCan shadow forth the loveliness unkissed\\nOf thy fair face, the spirit mirroring\\nOf spirits loveliest save His, our Lord and King\\n121", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "THE VIRGIN MOTHER\\nHouse of gold in which the Christ-child dwelt,\\nHow beautiful a temple thou must be\\nHow pure those virgin lips the Christ-child felt,\\nWhen he upturned His angel face to thee,\\nAnd laughed and prattled in thine arms with\\nglee\\nO Virgin Beautiful, how pure thine eyes.\\nBright with the chrysoberyl s brilliancy,\\nThat dared to look into the blue purprise\\nOf His whose purity was purer than the skies\\nO Mary, garden gay of red-lipped roses,\\nO Vale, with bird-voice music most divine,\\nO Paradise where every joy reposes\\nOn flowery banks as red as almandine.\\nFair fount of diamonds in whose waters shine\\nThe sparkling summer light of golden grace,\\nO Tree of cinnamon, whose perfume fine\\nWith redolence fills God s own dwelling-place,\\nThy breath of balsam breathe upon my burning\\nface\\nThy loveliness like golden music thrills me.\\nLike light illumines me, and glorifies\\nThy beauty with the wine of rapture fills me,\\nEnchanting me while yet it purifies.\\nAnd lifts my spirit to the over-skies.\\n122", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "THE VIRGIN MOTHER\\nOh, deep within my heart of hearts, I feel\\nThe splendor of thy wonderful dark eyes,\\nBefore whose light the fainting senses reel,\\nAnd o er the trembling soul ecstatic visions steal.\\nO Morning Star, O Tower of Ivory,\\nO Jewel flashing with the brilliant light,\\nThe splendor of thine angel chastity.\\nTurn thou the glory of thy beauty bright.\\nThe dazzling radiance of thy brow bedight\\nWith gold and hyacinth and diamond.\\nUpon me, Lady of the lilies white\\nTouch thou my heart with thine angelic wand.\\nAnd living streams will gush, O Mother fair and\\nfond!\\nGive me to be thy docile child, Marie,\\nGive me to love thee with the love of truth\\nGive me to know thy crystal purity,\\nO Queen of Beauty, brilliant with the blooth\\nAnd dazzling splendor of eternal youth\\nSpeak to my heart in accents sweet and low\\nOh, whisper kindly words of golden sooth,\\nSpeak as thou spakest in the long ago.\\nTo Jesus, Mother mine, O Maiden pure as snow\\n123", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "THE VIRGIN MOTHER\\nFill thou my heart with mystic music, Mother,\\nMusic that takes its silver touch from thee\\nFill me with tenderness for Christ our brother,\\nFor Christ thy Son, mirificent Marie,\\nO Light of stars along the flashing sea.\\nFor thou canst give to those that love, adore thee\\nAnd keep their spirits pure and white of blee.\\nThy children sweet who kneel them down before\\nthee,\\nJoy like to theirs on high who hover round and\\no er thee.\\nGive me to drink at the pellucid fountain\\nThe golden waters of immortal youth\\nGive me to climb the rugged iron mountain\\nWhere stands the Temple of Eternal Truth,\\nOf Right, triumphant in her might and blooth.\\nFor thou art Wisdom, crowned and constellated\\nAnd clothed with power strong as death in sooth\\nAnd thou canst give to souls illuminated\\nLove far beyond the stent of mind to matter mated.\\nAnd now, in lieu of fresh and full-blown roses\\nAnd garlands sweet as heavenly lavender,\\nIn lieu of silver song with silver closes.\\nSong full of incense and the breath of myrrh.\\nAnd all those charms that make the pulses stir,\\n124", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "THE VIRGIN MOTHER\\nAccept these humble strains, O Lady sweet\\nAnd if they be not smooth as minever,\\nBut crude, inconsonant, and incomplete.\\nAccept them for the heart, I lay me at thy feet", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "THE DEEP GREEN WOODS\\nAet may boast her pictures, boast her pearly\\npalace,\\nBoast her marble statues perfect in each part.\\nBoast her sculptured bronzes and her jewelled\\nchalice\\nBut, if I have Nature, care I not for Art.\\nOh, I sick and weary of divine ApoUos,\\nCupids cut in marver, Junos wrought in brass\\nAnd I d rather list to the twitter of the swallows,\\nWatch the bobolincolns hopping in the grass.\\nOh, the fragrant woodland Oh, the sombre forest\\nHow I love to wander and ponder in its ways\\nHow I love to listen to the cuckoo chorist,\\nSinging in the poplars songs of other days\\nOh, the balmy breezes, breathing musk of Heaven,\\nAnd the blush of blossoms blooming by the\\nway;\\n126", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "THE DEEP GREEN WOODS\\nAnd the golden robins darting round like levin,\\nHow they fill my heart with the music of the\\nMay\\nTeU me not of Florence with its marble treasures,\\nTell me not of Rome with its vast cathedral\\npiles.\\nTell me not of Paris with its wealth of pleasures,\\nRather give me May-time in these forest aisles.\\nWith no eye to watch me but the One above me,\\nWith no one beside me but His presence there,\\nWith no one but God and the wild-wood birds to\\nlove me.\\nHere in this old forest I could dwell fore er.\\nHere amid the grasses, in the woodland passes,\\nI could lay me down and dream my life away\\nListening to the rhyming and the silver chiming\\nOf the bells, distant bells, ringing all the day.\\nOh, the woods, the green woods stretching all\\naround me.\\nHow I love the gloom and glimmer of the\\ntrees\\nHow I love the birds and flowers that surround\\nme.\\nAnd the hum in the lum of the belted bees", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "THE VIKING S DAUGHTER\\nShe pauses beside the water,\\nA vision of angel grace,\\nThe sea-king s beautiful daughter,\\nThe child of a royal race\\nAnd the wanton winds that sought her\\nGrow faint in her soft embrace.\\nFor the Queen of Love has brought her\\nThe charms of a fairy face.\\nShe stands by the sombre ocean,\\nAs lovely as she, of yore,\\nThe mother of sweet Erotion,\\nThe nymph that the billows bore\\nAnd swept with musical motion\\nTo the silver-sanded shore.\\nShe speaks, and the waves devotion\\nIs seen, for they cease to roar.\\n128", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "THE VIKING S DAUGHTER\\nShe speaks, and the winds that dying\\nFor love of her luscious lips\\nAre charmed like the flower sighing\\nAt touch of her finger-tips\\nAnd the sea-mews, calling and crying\\nAs the wing in the water dips,\\nAt the musical sounds come flying\\nTo the shore where the sunshine slips.\\nIn the golden tresses that cover\\nShoulders that gleam and that glow.\\nAnd a brow like heaven above her,\\nA brow as pure as the snow\\nAnd the sea-gulls circle and hover\\nRound the beautiful maid below.\\nFor they, like the sunbeams, love her.\\nThe waves and the winds that blow.\\nO Queen of the golden tresses,\\nO maid of the faultless face,\\nO Bride that thy robe caresses\\nIn its lines of gliding grace,\\nThrice blessed the prince who possesses\\nThy love, as free from all trace\\nOf stain as the jewelled jesses\\nOf the sun s high dwelling-place\\n129", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "THE VIKING S DAUGHTER\\nYes, happy whom thy decision\\nMakes lord of thy beauty bright,\\nThy beauty like to a vision\\nOf the starry Queen of Night\\nThy love that knows no division.\\nLove pure as the foam-bells white,\\nFor life is a field Elysian\\nTo the heart thy smiles requite.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "THE CHRISTIAN S TRUST\\nThough the skies be black above me, and though\\nlightnings hurtle round,\\nStill I trust me in the keeping of the Lord\\nAnd although the road be lonely, and though evil\\nshapes abound,\\nGod above shall be my armor and my sword.\\nThough, like Sidrach and his brothers, in the fur-\\nnace I be cast,\\nStill I will not blanch, but call upon His name\\nAnd the God that saved the Hebrews from the\\nhot breath of the blast\\nWill give ear to me, and quench the roaring\\nflame.\\nThough oppression be my portion, and the perse-\\ncutor s scourge,\\nStill in God, the potent King, will I confide\\n131", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "THE CHRISTIAN S TRUST\\nAnd the Lord that led the Hebrews through the\\nRed Sea s rolling surge\\nWill lead me, I know, through sorrow s bitter\\ntide.\\nThough, like Job, I be afflicted and be mocked at\\nby mine own,\\nYea, though all the fickle world abandon me,\\nStill I will not grow disheartened nor beneath my\\nburden groan\\nIf, O Lord of light and love, I still have Thee\\nFor, O Lord, if I have Thee, what are sorrows\\nhere below\\nWhat is pain compared with happiness above\\nIn Thy smile I will forget them, all the wickedness\\nand woe.\\nAnd the sunshine and the music of Thy love\\nThen be Thy trust, my spirit, in the goodness of\\nthe Lord,\\nWho will lead thee yet into the Promised Land\\nBe His beauty thy protection, and His glory be\\nthy sword.\\nAnd thine only strength the shadow of His\\nhand.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "ON AN AUTUMN LEAF FOUND\\nIN A BOOK\\nForgive tlie teardrops falling\\nOn the yellow leaflet sere,\\nI hear in the darkness calling\\nA voice that I used to hear.\\nI see a face of sweetness\\nIn the fitful firelight there,\\nA form of rich completeness,\\nAnd a lady s graceful air.\\nBut pale and cold\\nNeath hair of gold\\nIs the marble forehead I behold.\\nThe gold and crimson lingers\\nOn the leaflet dry and bare\\nBut, oh, how changed the fingers\\nThat silently placed it there", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "ON AN AUTUMN LEAF IN A BOOK\\nWhere now the look of splendor\\nOn that truthful, sweet, dear face,\\nThe liquid eyes so tender,\\nAnd the airy, matchless grace\\nAh still and cold\\nWithin the mould\\nLies the lady fair with hair of gold\\nAlas for the useless sighing,\\nAlas for the tears are shed\\nAlas for the hapless dying.\\nAnd the chill and mouldering dead\\nAlas for the hopeless living.\\nFor those that weep and yearn\\nAnd for death, the unforgiving.\\nFrom whose bourne there s no return\\nAlas for life\\nWith sorrows rife,\\nAn empty hour of noise and strife\\nAh, never a bell is ringing.\\nBut a patient sufferer dies\\nAh, never a child is singing.\\nBut another faintly cries\\nAh, never a dawn is breaking\\nO er the dark and sullen sea,\\n134", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "ON AN AUTUMN LEAF IN A BOOK\\nBut widowed hearts are aching,\\nSome eyes weep silently.\\nThere is no joy\\nWithout alloy,\\nNo flower that frost will not destroy.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "DANTE\\nGaze on that face, that pitiless, cold face,\\nChiselled in granite, hardest of the hills\\nThat visage grim, wherein the eye may trace\\nRecords of JEtna fires, and hate that kills\\nThat grim, stern countenance, whereon is graved,\\nIn deep, incisive lines, a tragedy\\nAs dark as his who erst Jehovah braved,\\nAnd fell, condemned for all eternity.\\nMark the thin lips, that curve and curl with scorn,\\nThe iron lips, as silent as the tomb,\\nThe haggard look, remorseful and forlorn,\\nThe sunken cheeks, and beetling brow of gloom.\\nAnd note those eyes, those deep-set, ferret eyes\\nThat seem to pierce the Future s mystery.\\nAnd, peering far beyond the under-skies.\\nFix their stern look upon Infinity.\\n186", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "DANTE\\nThe Sphinx that looks with solemn, stony gaze\\nAcross the desert world of shifting sand,\\nAnd locks the secrets of all ancient days\\nWithin its awful lips in silence grand.\\nThe sombre Sphinx with all its mystery\\nIs not more mystic, saturnine, and glum\\nThan this dark face that looks disdainfully\\nOn all the world of men that go and come.\\nThe Judge of hell, the judge the pagans drew,\\nThe grim, inexorable god who sate\\nGirded with thunder, and ruled Hades crew.\\nGlowering upon the damned with eyes of hate,\\nThe frowning judge of the infernal pit\\nHad not so dark, so stern and gaunt a face\\nAs this man, looking out with thunder-lit\\nAnd piercing eyes into the realms of space.\\nO erweening pride, and spleenish discontent,\\nSorrow, despair, and disappointment keen.\\nSupreme contempt of all the world, are blent\\nIn this strong face, this lofty, noble mien.\\nLong years of bitter banishment are writ\\nIn trenchant lines upon this visage lean\\nAnd abnegation stern is stamped on it,\\nAnd firm, abiding faith in the unseen.\\n137", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "DANTE\\nIt is the grim, hard face of Hildebrand,\\nThe eagle beak, the conqueror s firm jaw,\\nThe lofty, Roman look that spake command.\\nThe iron lips, that make the iron law.\\nYet there is somewhat, too, of tenderness\\nAnd sensibility, most exquisite.\\nIn that torque countenance, wherein distress\\nIs read as on an oak-tree, thunder-split.\\nThose are the eyes, the strong, unblasted eyes\\nThat braved the searing flames of hell s abyss.\\nAnd, mounting upward to the over-skies,\\nUndazzled gazed upon the Halls of Bliss.\\nAnd even now they seem with baleful glare\\nTo look upon those scenes of happiness,\\nTo enter which the poet may not dare,\\nSince Fate has branded him with wretchedness.\\nHere on this brow, as on a monument,\\nIs graved the history of human life,\\nThe hope, the love, the doubt and discontent.\\nThe pride, despair, the tumult and the strife.\\nHere on this old, illuminated scroll\\nIs writ the vanity of earthly things,\\nThe struggle of a mighty, eagle soul.\\nThat fain would rise upon its well-clipped wings.\\n138", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "DANTE\\nCome, come away, leave Dante to bis woe.\\nLeave him the greatest mind of Italy\\nTo curse the fickleness of things below,\\nThe world s unrest and instability.\\nLeave him alone, to brood upon his fate,\\nTo think that Nature made the man a King,\\nBut Fortune drove him from his high estate,\\nA most despondent, abject, wretched thing.\\nCome, come away, and let the curtain fall\\nUpon this picture of as great a man\\nAs ever trod upon this earthly ball\\nSince through his course of conquest Caesar ran.\\nHis story is the story of a mind\\nToo vast, colossal, for this narrow world\\nIn which it would not, could not be confined.\\nAnd, therefore, star-like, from its throne was\\nhurled.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "THE MUSE OF POETRY\\nOh, but she is beautiful,\\nAnd, oh, but she is fair\\nA white rose in her bosom\\nAnd a red rose in her hair\\nThe crimson of the peach-bloom\\nUpon her cheeks of musk\\nThe splendor of the stars in\\nHer eyes as dark as dusk.\\nOh, but she is lissom.\\nAnd, oh, but she is sweet\\nWith sunlight shining in her face\\nAnd flowers at her feet\\nR,uby-red the lips of her\\nBlack her eyes as sloe.\\nOh, but she is graceful as\\nThe slender snow-white doe\\n140", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "THE MUSE OF POETRY\\nOh, but she is lovable,\\nWinsome as can be\\nMusic on her crimson lips\\nAnd laughter light and free\\nGlory in her golden face\\nAnd gladness in her eyes\\nBeauty in the soul of her\\nLike starlight in the skies.\\nAll around her fly the birds,\\nGreeting her with song\\nSinging of the rainbow bright\\nAll the summer long.\\nAll around her blossom flowers,\\nThe rose and lily white\\nFor she is kinder, sweeter,\\nThan the sweet September light.\\nGlory of the firmament,\\nSunlight of the earth\\nBest of all that s beautiful\\nIn music and in earth\\nFragrance of the eglantine,\\nFreshness of the breeze\\nOh, but she is heaven-sent,\\nTo give to men heart s ease", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "INDIAN SUMMER\\nNow the winding ways are yellow\\nWith the waving golden-rod\\nAnd the thrushes in the brushes\\nChant a psean of praise to God,\\nSinging, singing in the sun\\nShining on the rill and run.\\nAnd the veery, ever cheery,\\nSings of days now dead and done.\\nNow the royal purple aster\\nBeautifies the banks and braes,\\nAnd the mellow apples yellow\\nGlimmer in the golden haze.\\nBluer, bluer are the skies\\nThan a maiden s violet eyes.\\nAnd the sunny bee, with honey,\\nThrough the dreamy sunlight flies.\\n142", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "INDIAN SUMMER\\nBright the sumach plumes are burning,\\nAnd the leaves are turning gold.\\nAnd the river, with a shiver.\\nGives a hint of coming cold.\\nReaping, reaping in the fields.\\nGather they the golden yields\\nWhile the hayers up in layers\\nPile the grasses in the bields.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "IN DARK DECEMBER\\nOh, for the beauty that s faded and fled,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFaded and fled, and forever\\nOh, for the blush and the flush of the rose,\\nThe song of the finch where the rivulet flows.\\nThe smell of magnolia-buds whiter than snows,\\nAnd the face that will come to me never\\nOh, for the splendor of suns that were red.\\nBut are dead in the darkness forever\\nOh, for the bells that were heaven to hear,\\nThat filled with the music of silver the ear.\\nWhen life was a diamond that now is a tear,\\nAnd friends were too firm to dissever\\nOh, for the roseal hopes that are dead,\\nShattered and scattered forever\\nOh, for the glories are faded away,\\nStars that receded with rise of the day\\nPromises bright as the ships in the bay.\\nBut were idle as if they were never\\n144", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "IN DARK DECEMBER\\nLife is a garden of roses, all red\\nFor some, that are fortunate ever\\nBut it s a battle, a bitter one, too.\\nUnto the many, the tried and the true,\\nPure as the foam-bells out there on the blue\\nAnd, ah, it will better be never.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "MAPLE-SUGAR TIME\\nOh, these are the days when the woodland ways\\nWith the forester s axe are ringing,\\nAnd the bluebird bold, in the clear air cold,\\nOf the lucent syrup is singing.\\nFor these are the days when the sun s warm rays\\nSet the sap in the maple flowing,\\nAnd the woods are bright with snow-drifts white.\\nAnd the roseal firelight glowing.\\nFor it s sugar time, maple-sugar time,\\nAnd the men on the trees are tapping\\nAnd the birds reply on the birches high\\nTo the rhyme of their rhythmic rapping.\\nOh, the laugh and cheer in the strong young\\nyear.\\nWhen the sap in the pails is dripping,\\nAnd the golden glow of the fire on the snow,\\nAnd the nights, so frosty and nipping\\n146", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "MAPLE-SUGAK TIME\\nOh, the feathered flocks, and the patient ox,\\nWith the cumbersome sledge behind him\\nThe track of the fox leading over the rocks.\\nAnd the lads all alert to find him\\nAh, these merrj days by the camp-fire s blaze,\\nWhen the toilers cease from their droiling.\\nAnd stories are told in the crisp air cold\\nWhile the monster kettles are boiling\\nWeird legends and long of the red wolf strong.\\nAnd the fight of the bear and the beagle\\nAnd the monster snake that lurks in the lake,\\nAnd the wonderful pearl-white eagle.\\nOh, the hearty boys, I can hear their noise,\\nAnd can see their bright eyes glisten.\\nIn the fires that glow in the ruddy snow,\\nAs they sit on the logs and listen\\nAnd, though far away in the city gay.\\nMy heart is aback in the brushes,\\nWhere the axes ring and the woodmen sing,\\nAnd the sap from the maple gushes.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "A SONG OF THE IRON LIONS\\nSing me no song of the golden guitar,\\nSing me no lorn lover s story\\nBut sing of the gun as it flames in the sun\\nAnd peals out a psean of glory\\nSing me a song, and, oh, let it be strong\\nOf the musketry s clatter and rattle.\\nOf the terrible flash and the thunderous crash\\nAnd the wind and the whirlwind of battle.\\nSing of the gleaming of steel in the sun\\nAnd the flaming and flapping of banners\\nOf the battle-smoke black, and the clangor and\\ncrack\\nAnd the battlefield s barbarous manners.\\nSing me a song of the neighing of steeds\\nAnd the dashing and rushing through thunder.\\nOf the massing of hordes and the flashing of swords,\\nAnd the serried ranks riven in sunder.\\n148", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "A SONG OF THE IRON LIONS\\nOf the war-trumpet sing with its jubilant ring,\\nAnd the mortar s demoniac screaming,\\nAnd the trample and rush, and the flash and the\\nflush\\nOf our flag in the battle-front streaming.\\nFor our soldiers are slain, and their blood on the\\nplain\\nCalls out for revenge to high Heaven\\nAnd we ll wash out the stain in the battle s black\\nrain\\nAnd the battle-cloud s terrible levin.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "TWENTY YEARS\\nAt twenty years the heart is like the blossoming\\nof Spring\\nThe blood is like the rushing of the rills\\nAnd life is like a rainbow with its iridescent ring\\nAs it lies like a halo on the hills.\\nAt twenty years this world of ours is Paradise in-\\ndeed:\\nThere s a song-sparrow singing in each tree\\nThere s a pathway of primroses in every dewy\\nmead\\nWhere the sunshine is sleeping dreamily.\\nOh, at twenty years a woman never knows an ache\\nor pain,\\nAnd a man is like a vigorous young oak\\nThat is nurtured by the sunshine, and is nourished\\nby the rain,\\nAnd is sheltered from the thunder-light s stroke.\\n150", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "TWENTY YEARS\\nAt twenty years the cheek is red, the step is light\\nand free,\\nThere s never in the world a cark or care\\nAnd labor in the meadow or the mill, as it may be,\\nWe never tire nor feel the load we bear.\\nAt twenty years the heart retains its love for fel-\\nlow-men\\nAnd never knows suspicion nor mistrust\\nAnd the feelings are as fresh as the wild-rose in the\\nglen,\\nFor the soul is yet a stranger to lust.\\nAt twenty years the eyes are clear and brilliant as\\na star.\\nThe mind is like a mountain eagle strong\\nThe heart is full of hope like a vessel from afar\\nThat is homeward gayly sailing along.\\nAt twenty years we still believe in everything\\nthat s good\\nAnd square our life to duty and to right,\\nAnd have a lofty sense of love and truth and\\nwomanhood.\\nAnd keep our spirits beautiful and bright.\\n151", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "TWENTY YEARS\\nThe peasant-boy at twenty years is noble as a king,\\nThe peasant girl is every inch a queen\\nFor happiness is royal, and will make the meanest\\nthing\\nAs noble as the loftiest, I ween.\\nAt twenty years a lively lad will run a race with\\ndeath,\\nAnd leave the grim hyena far behind\\nOr make the romping loomgale stop to catch its\\npanting breath.\\nFor its swift feet are faster than the wind.\\nO twenty years O twenty years how beautiful\\nyou are.\\nAs you stand like the sun on the hills\\nYour beauty is the beauty of the angels in the\\nstar,\\nAnd your music is the music of the rills\\nO twenty years How many kings would lay the\\ncrown aside.\\nHow many merchant princes give their gold,\\nIf but once again with thee on the river they could\\nglide.\\nOr with thee walk again upon the wold", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "THE NEW-MADE GRAVE\\nOut there under the starry skies\\nA mound of earth and a mass of flowers\\nMark the spot where a maiden lies,\\nAs happy once as the golden hours.\\nA little hillock of sacred earth\\nRises above the loveliest girl\\nThat ever beneath the stars had birth,\\nThat ever was formed of musk and pearl,\\nA little hillock of earth, but, oh,\\nThe mines of Nevada ne er contained\\nA treasure so rich as lies below.\\nIn her radiant beauty, all unstained.\\nA cross of roses is at her head.\\nAnd a harp stands at the feet of her,\\nAnd ribbons soiled with the tears were shed\\nLie there in knots and hint of myrrh.\\n153", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "THE NEW-MADE GRAVE\\nMonument there is none to mark\\nThe spot where the marble maiden lies,\\nBut the vesper star in the over-dark\\nShines straight down from the silent skies.\\nOh, many a face has the world to show.\\nMany a lady in silk and furs\\nBut never a maid so sweet, I trow.\\nAnd never a face so fine as hers\\nThe world has many a prize to win.\\nMany a favor fair to bestow\\nBut gold and honors are vile as tin\\nTo him whose treasure lies hid below.\\nThe sun may shine, and the roses bloom,\\nAnd the white-winged ships sail o er the sea\\nThe stars may gleam in the purple gloom,\\nBut never again shall beam for me.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "THE EXECUTION OF MARSHAL\\nNEY\\nThey led him forth from prison,\\nThe bravest of the brave,\\nHis hero hands in iron bands,\\nAs if he were a slave.\\nA thousand men stood round him,\\nAnd glared on him with hate\\nBut none so proud in all that crowd\\nAs he, the bold and great.\\nThe noble lord of Moskwa,\\nHim of the lion heart.\\nThe kingliest man of kingly men,\\nThey led into the mart.\\nThey led him to the market-place\\nAmid the mournful roll\\nOf muffled drums, a prince in face,\\nA demi-god in soul.\\n155", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "EXECUTION OF MARSHAL NEY\\nThere in the square the hero stood,\\nHis hands behind him bound,\\nStraight and tall, and firm as a wall,\\nAnd glanced o er the thousands round\\nGazed with an eye as fearless\\nOn the haughty Bourbons there\\nAs he used to gaze through the battle-blaze\\nAnd the battle s thunderous air.\\nSublime as a god in combat.\\nOr a Hebrew bard of old.\\nHe stood in the mass, a tower of brass,\\nAnd to bold looks flung as bold.\\nYes, strong as the god of battle,\\nHe stood in the eyes of all.\\nAs oft he stood on the field of blood,\\nMid the scream of shell and ball.\\nThen a line was formed before him,\\nOf a score of musketeers,\\nAnd the Bourbon flag flew o er him.\\nAnd the Bourbons gave three cheers\\nBut never he trembled in lip or limb.\\nAnd never an eyelid stirred.\\nAs if he saw not the flaunted flag,\\nNor the vulgar shouting heard.\\n156", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "EXECUTION OF MARSHAL NEY\\nSoldiers of France, the captain\\nOf the guardsmen sternly said,\\nWhen the wand I wave, fire at the knave,\\nAnd shoot the traitor dead\\nThen silence like a death-eclipse\\nO ershadowed the market-place,\\nAnd wrapped the crowd as in a shroud.\\nAnd darkened the marshal s face.\\nNey s full lips paled and quivered\\nThe cheeks turned white and red\\nHe heaved his breast with pain distressed,\\nBut never a word he said.\\nThen, fixing those fierce eyes of his\\nUpon the captain s face.\\nHe made him cower beneath their power.\\nAnd filled him with disgrace.\\nNow stepped a soldier forward.\\nOne of the marshal s men,\\nWho fought with him at Hohenlinn\\nAnd at red Elchingen\\nAnd, taking out a kerchief,\\nHe made as if to bind\\nWithin its fold those eyes so bold.\\nOf the lord of human-kind.\\n157", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "EXECUTION OF MARSHAL KEY\\nThen spake the grand old marshal,\\nAnd his face with anger blazed.\\nBind not these eyes, he fiercely said,\\nFor, coward, they have gazed\\nInto the guns of Jena\\nWhen they were lightning-lit\\nAnd they have seen the bloody green\\nOf Friedland, thunder-split.\\nAnd they have shone when Glory s sun\\nOn bloody Bautzen blazed\\nAnd they have glowed when Victory trode\\nOn Lutzen battle-crazed\\nAnd they have seen the lightnings flash\\nOn Moskwa s crimson tide,\\nWhen France beneath her conquering lance\\nLowered Russia s savage pride.\\nBind not these eyes, for they have gazed\\nOn Death a thousand times.\\nAnd marked the troops of France advance\\nInto a dozen climes.\\nThey ve seen her battle-banner wave\\nUpon the Pyrenees,\\nAnd mid the foes on Russian snows\\nThey ve seen that standard freeze\\n158", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "EXECUTION OF MARSHAL NEY\\nSince I must die, then let me die\\nAs I would in the fight\\nMine eyes unveiled, as our line assailed\\nAnd put the foe to flight.\\nYea, let me die, as I have lived,\\nAll fetterless and free\\nAnd let me look on Death with eyes\\nThat looked on Victory.\\nA murmur of approval ran\\nThroughout the swaying crowd\\nAnd many a maid and many a man\\nFelt for the soldier proud,\\nFelt for the grand old marshal.\\nWho had fought the fights of France\\nSince he could hold a musket old\\nOr carry a pike or lance.\\nThen spake again the captain,\\nAnd his eyes were bright with ire,\\nMake ready again, make ready, my men,\\nOn the traitor there to fire\\nA hush as of death stole over\\nThe crowd, and an icy chill\\nAnd a man might hear the beating clear\\nOf his heart, it was so still.\\n159", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "EXECUTION OF MARSHAL NEY\\nAnd like a lion stood there\\nThe hero calm and bold\\nAnd he held his head as if he led\\nThe Guard as he did of old\\nFirm as a granite wall he stood,\\nAnd the people held their breath,\\nTill the captain s hand let fall the wand\\nThat gave the sign for death.\\nThen twenty deadly rifles rang,\\nAnd twenty bullets sped,\\nAnd round in a ring the marshal spun.\\nAnd then on his face fell dead,\\nShot through the heart by a musket ball.\\nShot through the head and lung\\nAnd the women moaned and the soldiers\\ngroaned\\nAs the balls o er the hero sung.\\nAnd thus he died, the people s pride,\\nThe bravest of the brave.\\nWho fought on a hundred battlefields.\\nHis fatherland to save.\\nThus did the great colossus fall,\\nAnd with him Glory died\\nWhile Freedom fled from the valley red\\nTo her home on the mountain-side.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "THE MEN OF THE MERRIMAC\\n(To Frbdeeic Allison Tuppee)\\nOut in the gray of the dawn they sailed,\\nThe murky light of the dawn\\nAnd their hearts for a moment never quailed,\\nThough the bravest men in the navy paled\\nAs they sailed away that morn.\\nFor the sailors knew that the gallant crew\\nWere going down to their doom\\nTo the mouth of hell, mid shot and shell,\\nTo destruction fell with its iron yell.\\nAnd the boom of the bolts in the gloom\\nTo death, by the shell that fell, pell-mell,\\nAnd the cyclone s red simoom.\\nOut on the silent sea they went.\\nWhile the boldest held their breath\\nOut in the gloom of the tomb, intent\\nIn blocking up the armada pent\\nIn the bay, or in meeting death.\\n161", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "THE MEN OF THE MERRIMAC\\nOut in the spume, in the gloom of doom,\\nIn the mystic morning light.\\nTo the black abyss, neath the precipice,\\nTo the gulf where the seething waters hiss\\nAnd foam into fury white\\nThey went as men go forth to bliss\\nOr the banquet-table bright.\\nOnward, on to the strait they steamed,\\nNeath the guns of Morro black\\nOnward, on through the neck, till it seemed\\nThat the Spanish soldiers slept and dreamed\\nIn the track of the Merrimac.\\nOn, neath the walls with their castled halls,\\nNeath the frowning hills they crept,\\nTill the flash and crash, and plunge and plash\\nOf screaming shells that fell with a splash,\\nAnd thunder-light that around them leapt,\\nInformed the Yankees brave and brash\\nThat the Dons no longer slept.\\nBut on, through the hell of shot and shell.\\nThrough the jaws of death they sailed\\nMid the bombs that rose and fell with a yell\\nOn the wind of fire and the whirlwind s swell\\nThey plunged, and they never paled.\\n162", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "THE MEN OF THE MERRIMAC\\nOn, through a poundhig, bounding sea,\\nIn the thunder s teeth they steamed,\\nMid the blore and roar of the Krupps ashore,\\nAnd the guns on the hills and the castles hoar,\\nThat blazed and glowered and gleamed\\nAnd the fire of the fleet in the bay before,\\nAnd the bolts that behind them screamed.\\nOn, while the lightning lit the hills.\\nWhile a thousand rifles rang\\nWhile the thunder-light from the forts and mills\\nLeaped down the rocks like roaring rills,\\nAnd the balls round the heroes sang\\nOn through a furnace fierce of flame.\\nThrough the very gates of hell,\\nThrough the fiery gale and the iron hail\\nThat swept the decks o er the heroes pale.\\nAnd around like rockets fell,\\nThe Yankees sailed, mid the whine and wail\\nAnd the yell of the screaming shell.\\nUp to the narrow neck they steamed,\\nIn the face of the great Colon\\nAnd they swung around in a fire that gleamed\\nFrom the Krupps and the dynamite guns that\\nscreamed.\\nAnd a blaze that about them shone.\\n163", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "THE MEN OF THE MERRIMAC\\nKound in the narrow neck they swung,\\nThe Merrimac riddled o er,\\nTill a Spanish mine in the boiling brine\\nBlew up, with a fury tigerine,\\nAnd a roar from the burning shore\\nAnd the ship, with a rip on her water-line,\\nRose up, and stood on her prore.\\nThen a thousand Spanish seamen yelled\\nAnd roared, and shrieked with glee,\\nAs the ship went up, that they shot and shelled\\nAnd the crew that till now their places held\\nCut the raft and leaped in the sea,\\nLeaped out in the brine that was red as wine\\nFrom the light of the rain of lead\\nThat swept the ship from stern to tip,\\nAnd ploughed the sea with a roar and a rip.\\nTill the churning waves were red.\\nAnd crashed with the clash of a thunder-clip\\nO er the Yankee tars, half-dead.\\nFor hours each man on the catamaran\\nOn his face and hands lay down,\\nThrough a storm of shot till the day began.\\nAnd the Spanish tars through the mist could scan\\nOn the raft the seamen brown.\\n164", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "THE MEN OF THE MERRIMAC\\nThen a boat put out with a ringing shout,\\nAnd the Admiral sat in the prore\\nWith an air of command, and he raised his hand\\nAnd bade them fire no more on the band.\\nFor the struggle now was o er\\nAnd he picked up the Yankee heroes grand.\\nAnd bore them back to the shore.\\nThus the Merrimac in the narrow track\\nOf the bay was sunk that day\\nAnd the Spanish fleet, by the Yankee Jack,\\nWas blocked, as well as the collier black\\nCould lock up and bar the way.\\nAll honor, then, to the wonderful men\\nThat so grand a deed could do.\\nThat could sail through hell mid the cannon s yell\\nAnd the storm of fire and the shower of shell\\nAnd of steel that around them flew\\nWhere the thunderbolts all around them fell,\\nAnd the tempest above them blew.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "THE ELFIN S SONG\\nOut of glimmer and gloss, out of shimmer and\\nsheen,\\nOut of lustres that linger in light on the lawn,\\nOut of gossamer fine as the silvery screen\\nThat the elves round the snowy white shoulders\\nhave drawn\\nOf their queen\\nOn the green,\\nAre the vaporous visions of valley-land spun,\\nAnd the dreams of the dragon that sleeps in the\\nsun.\\nFrom the fragrance the flower of the eglantine\\nflings,\\nFrom the lilac, the lavender, lily and all.\\nFrom the gold-dust that falls from the butterfly s\\nwings.\\nAnd the starlight that silvers the runlets that\\nbrawl.\\nOr that purl\\nWith a whirl,\\n166", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "THE ELFIN S SONG\\nAre the purple-bright phantasies woven that pass\\nO er the soul of the sleeper like clouds in a glass.\\nAnd the song of the sirens that sing in the sea\\nWe breathe on the sibylline spirit that sleeps,\\nAnd the fumes of the poppy that pales on the lea,\\nAnd the redolent odor the jessamine keeps\\nFor the light\\nOf the night,\\nWe inweave in a silken somniferous net\\nThat enchants like the touch of a charmed amulet.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "ALL, ALL IS VANITY\\nAll, all is vanity\\nThe kings that built the Pyramids of Nile\\nBuilded them solely to preserve their name\\nBut ere those kings were dead a little while,\\nAlike forgotten were their deeds and fame.\\nThe old stone mountains that entomb their dust\\nFour thousand years have gazed across the\\nsand\\nBut they that builded them are turned to rust.\\nTheir names forgotten, and their titles grand.\\nAll, all is vanity\\nAll, all is vanity\\nThe Grecian madman that would rule the world,\\nAnd fill mankind with wonder at his deeds,\\nEre yet success his fevered brow impearled,\\nDied, unregretted, like his slaves and steeds.\\nHis very tomb has perished like his name\\nHis empire vast has sunk beneath the wave,\\n168", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "ALL, ALL IS VANITY\\nAnd he who lived the very slave of fame\\nLies like a slave in a forgotten grave.\\nAll, all is vanity\\nAll, all is vanity\\nThe songs Erinna sung, where are they now\\nAlthough she wrote that they might live for\\ne er.\\nWhere are the laurel leaves that graced her brow\\nThe statues builded to her genius rare\\nAlas the rival of old Homer sleeps\\nUnknown, beside the loud resounding sea.\\nAnd not a single song Dame Fortune keeps\\nTo make perpetual her memory.\\nAll, all is vanity\\nAll, all is vanity\\nA statue stands, the wonder of mankind,\\nDivine as music, pure as sunlit snow\\nBut he who wrought it, in oblivion blind\\nSleeps like the roses of the long ago.\\nApelles painted for eternity,\\nWhole years he labored on a single face\\nBut he has vanished from men s memory.\\nAnd of his work remains not e en a trace.\\nAll, all is vanity\\n169", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "ALL, ALL IS VANITY\\nAll, all is vanity\\nFor love the world was lost to Antony\\nFor love of that sleek tigress of the Nile,\\nWho dazzled all men by her brilliancy.\\nAnd made the world hang on her frown or\\nsmile.\\nFor love of Helen, Paris lost his life\\nAnd brought destruction down on ancient Troy\\nYet was the woman worthless, no man s wife,\\nBut everybody s leman, trull, and toy.\\nAll, all is vanity\\nAll, all is vanity\\nThe goals we strive for are not worth the strife.\\nJoy turns to ashes on our very lips\\nDeath is the sad solution of all life,\\nAnd glory suffers a severe eclipse.\\nThe world is little when we view it well\\nAnd we are little when we think aright\\nMere children flattered by a tinkling bell,\\nOr caught with baubles, and with tinsel bright.\\nAll, all is vanity", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "WAR\\nWar at best is a brutal game, a thing of the pagan\\npast,\\nWhen men were burned at the cruel stake, and to\\nthe tigers cast.\\nIt served its end in the iron age, and, when that\\nage was o er,\\nIt should have passed with the manners rude, the\\nwild wolf and the boar.\\nIn a civilization such as ours, a century such as\\nthis,\\nWhen man can signal across the world, and bridge\\nthe vast abyss.\\nWhen he can weigh the sun and stars, and meas-\\nure the speed of light.\\nRude war should have no more a place than the\\ngladiator s fight.\\n171", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "WAR\\nSober thought in a thinking age alone should have\\nthe rule\\nFire and sword are the arguments and the reasons\\nof the fool\\nWhat is our education, if it does not refine the\\nmind,\\nIf it does not check the brute within, our raging\\npassions bind\\nWhy should the savage s thunder-drum be rolled\\nby men to-day\\nWhy should scholars and sages go forth their\\nfellows to slay\\nAre we too weak of wit to compose existing\\ntroubles between\\nTwo states, without recourse to arms and the dyna-\\nmite-machine\\nCall we ourselves true Christian men, true lovers\\nof Christ the Lord,\\nRuthless men of the brand as we are, ruthless men\\nof the sword\\nIs the law of love exemplified in actions rank with\\nhate.\\nDoes revenge consist with Scripture, is it right to\\nretaliate\\n172", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "WAR\\nChildren of light we call ourselves, men of the\\nbook and pen\\nBut we act like children of darkness, savage,\\nbenighted men:\\nTell me in what do we differ, who advocate bloody-\\nwar,\\nFrom the cruel brute, who scarcely knows the\\ncause he s fighting for\\nWar is but glorified murder, yes, murder sub-\\nlimed and raised,\\nTo a noble art, and rewarded, emblazoned, and\\nhighly praised.\\nTis Butchery apotheosized, Lust set up as a god:\\nTis the primacy of power, the reign of the iron\\nrod.\\nWar means penury, suffering, destruction by fire\\nand sword,\\nHorror, disease, disorder, the rule of the barbarous\\nhorde\\nDeath to thousands upon the field, and death to\\nhundreds at home\\nAnd all, that our standard we might raise on our\\nfoeman s proudest dome.\\n173", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "WAR\\nFields of blood for a scrap of land, a rock or two\\nin the sea\\nFever and sorrow and suffering, that an empire\\nwe might be\\nSay, is it worth the lives are lost, is it worth the\\nblood is shed,\\nIs fame so dear it must be bought by an army of\\nthe dead?\\nAh, tis a brutal prize-fight, a nation s most terrible\\ncurse\\nWith a country offered as a prize, a people as the\\npurse\\nAnd the nations all should band themselves and\\nvote that war must cease,\\nAnd form a confederation in the interests of peace.\\nPeace has ever meant Progress, the national\\nwealth and weal;\\nBut War is retrogressional, the putting back of\\nthe wheel\\nOf culture, civilization, a hundred years or more,\\nA rude return to the order that prevailed in days\\nof yore.\\n174", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "WAR\\nAnd I long for the time when thunder-smoke no\\nmore shall cloud the sun,\\nAnd the gospel of peace shall triumph o er the\\ngospel of the gun\\nWhen state-affairs shall be resolved by force of\\nvoice or pen,\\nAnd a royal fellowship of love shall bind all fellow-\\nmen.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "MURIELLA\\nDarkness velvety, darkness deep,\\nDusky deep as the wings of the night,\\nFloats in her hair, and loves to keep\\nHer reign in her eyes that beam with light\\nEyes so lovely, so full of splendor,\\nEyes so sunny, so true and tender.\\nAll that look in their deeps surrender\\nHeart and soul to their beauty bright.\\nSunshine beautiful, sunshine sweet.\\nSoft and sweet as the glimmer and gleen\\nOf seraphim smiles when angels meet,\\nGleams and glows in her gracious mien\\nSparkles and flashes, and burns and beams\\nIn her soft brown eyes, and smiles and dreams\\nOn her crimson cheeks, and glides and gleams.\\nFrom her fresh young lips to her brow serene.\\n176", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "MURIELLA\\nMusic, luscious as ever the song\\nGurgled and bubbled from bobolink s throat,\\nOr unto the oriole doth belong,\\nRipples and glides in her every note\\nRises and falls in a cadence low,\\nLike the siren songs that the breezes blow\\nDown the dimpling, rimpling rillets that flow\\nTo the fens afar, from the rise remote.\\nBeauty fair as the gods confer\\nBlushes and blooms in her truthful face.\\nFilling with music the heart of her.\\nRounding her lines into curves of grace.\\nGentleness, fine as the gossamer\\nThat the faintest, softest winds can stir,\\nKindness sweet as the breath of myrrh,\\nMakes her favored in every place.\\nAlways cheery when days are dark.\\nAlways happy when skies are bright,\\nSurely, she has a heavenly lark\\nSnugly hid in her heart, out of sight\\nA beautiful lark, that swings and sings\\nOf love, and lilacs, and all sweet things,\\nAnd unto the little maiden brings\\nGolden dreams of joy and delight.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "A SERMON IN VERSE\\nO LiT E, how fair and false you are, how like a hiren\\nbold\\nWho gives her sweetest smiles to him who has the\\nmost of gold\\nYou hold the cup of happiness unto the lips of\\nall;\\nBut ere the wretch can taste the wine, you dash it\\ngainst the wall.\\nYou give us wealth of flowers, but your whitest,\\nbrightest blooms\\nYour fairest, rarest roses are all gathered for the\\ntombs\\nYou give us wealth of music, but your sweetest\\nmusic ends\\nIn the requiem and death-dirge that we chant above\\nour friends\\n178", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "A SERMON IN VERSE\\nYou give us gold, but take away what gold can\\nnever buy,\\nThe life-blood of the maiden s heart, the live-light\\nof her eye.\\nYou give us royal purples in the sunset sky o er-\\nhead,\\nBut, ah you do not give us what we need most,\\ndaily bread.\\nYou hold the star of hope out, but you lure, allure\\nus on.\\nTill we wander in the quagmire, and the gleaming\\nlight is gone.\\nYou bid us look unto the stars, those sea-shells on\\nthe shore\\nOf Heaven, but, when so we look, you cloud the\\nheavens o er\\nYou mingle with your choicest sweets the seeds of\\nbitterness.\\nAnd with the hawk of sorrow chase the dove of\\nhappiness\\nThe very hour that sees a young and lovely maiden\\nwed.\\nBeholds a fairer maiden in her casket lying dead.\\n179", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "A SERMON IN VERSE\\nYou prate of love and friendship, but, when we\\nhave made a friend.\\nYou take that friend, far, far away to earth s re-\\nmotest end.\\nOf right you blate and babble, but you lead us in\\nthe wrong,\\nAnd though you plead for weaklings, yet you\\nbattle for the strong.\\nThere s not a rose that ever grew but got its\\nbrilliant rud,\\nIts crimson and vermilion, from the stain of human\\nblood\\nThere s not a lily in the vale, a violet by the way.\\nBut what is fed and nourished by the food of hu-\\nman clay.\\nO life, you wear a loo-mask to conceal your face\\nof sin,\\nA painted mask behind whose veil you mock at us\\nand grin\\nSilk gloves you wear to hide the hair upon your\\nfreckled hand.\\nWell used to wield the war-fork and the savage\\nbattle-brand\\n180", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "A SERMON IN VERSE\\nLet others sing in jewelled verse your thrushes and\\nyour bowers,\\nYour bellulated lilies and. your golden summer\\nshowers.\\nTo me your lilies whisper of the dear friends that\\nare dead,\\nAnd your sweetest warblers mind me of the voices\\nthat have fled", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "THE TORRENT\\nOvEK the precipice bounding\\nAnd plunging into the abyss,\\nMid caverns forever resounding\\nWith waters that battle and hiss,\\nLike a thousand tiger-wolves leaping\\nOn the terrified quarry below,\\nRoaring and rushing, and sweeping\\nAdown the rough mountain, I go.\\nOver the rocks rent in sunder\\nBy the earthquake s terrible might,\\nI roll like an ocean of thunder,\\nFlashing like gold in the light:\\nDown to the river-gods calling,\\nAnd taking the ledge at a leap\\nI go splashing and Washing, and brawling,\\nAnd plunge in the underwood deep\\n182", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "THE TORRENT\\nLike to a Titan, a giant\\nIn the pride of his strength and his youth,\\nI rush down the mountain defiant,\\nAnd mindless of mercy and ruth\\nTear up the ash in his glory.\\nSnap birches and poplars in twain.\\nAnd, rooting up mountain oaks hoary,\\nDescend in a flood on the plain.\\nSublime is the sight and the battle.\\nWhen the tempest matches his might\\nWith mine, and the thunder-bolts rattle.\\nAnd the skies are blacker than night.\\nIn vain he hurtles his lightning.\\nTo humble my power and my pride\\nI catch the bolts blazing and brightening,\\nAnd quench them in scorn in my tide.\\nMan s genius has conquered the ocean.\\nHe walks on the waters at will\\nBut vainly to cope with my notion.\\nHe puts forth his power and his skill.\\nHis engines I crash and I shatter,\\nI snap like a twig all his chains\\nHis mills and his timbers I scatter.\\nAnd deluge his valleys and plains.\\n183", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "THE TOERENT\\nOver the precipice bounding,\\nAnd breaking in thunder below,\\nMid caverns forever resounding,\\nLike demons in terrible woe.\\nWith fuming and foaming, and flashing.\\nAs strong and resistless as Fate,\\nI go rushing, and dashing, and crashing,\\nDown deep in the gloom of hell-gate.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "AN OFFERING TO JESUS\\nFlowers I would bring, the fairest and the\\nwhitest,\\nIf flush of flowers and bloom of buds could\\nplease\\nThy spirit most or gems the best and brightest\\nThat ever slumbered under silent seas\\nOr silvern songs, the liquidest and lightest\\nE er sung in sunlight upon level leas\\nOr myrrh, or musk, or melrose, for thou slightest\\nNor scornest. Lord, the slenderest of these.\\nFlowers I would bring, but I will bring a fairer,\\nA sweeter offering than blossoms bright.\\nGems I would bring, but I will bring a rarer,\\nA richer gem than glitters in the night\\nFor, O Dear Lord, to-day I ll be the bearer\\nOf thoughts as pure and lovely as the light", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "THE LAND OF SONG\\nIn the summer night, when the wind is still\\nThat fretted the flowers the whole day long,\\nAnd I hear the notes of the whip-poor-will\\nAs he flits along the purple hill,\\nI love to enter the Land of Song.\\nI love to float on the sky of thought.\\nLike a cloud of pearl and amethyst,\\nOr like a flower by the breezes caught,\\nA purple flower with perfume fraught,\\nAnd borne to a land of golden mist.\\nOh, yes I delight to leave the strife.\\nThe sorry strife of a sordid world.\\nAnd steal away to a larger life.\\nWith love and flowers and sunshine rife,\\nWhere the very ground is impearled.\\nOh, the Land of Song is a land that lies\\nBeyond the verge of the vermeil west,\\n186", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "THE LAND OF SONG\\nWhere the sunlit seas and the sunlit skies\\nMerge into a golden paradise\\nAnd isle of Elysian rest.\\nAnd sirens singing across the sea\\nTo silver citherns and rebecs sweet\\nCall over the waves seductively,\\nAnd woo with the magic minstrelsy\\nTo their shady sylvan seat.\\nAnd I enter the golden gate that bars\\nThe land of song from the land of strife\\nAnd I gaze in awe on the sea of stars,\\nAnd the champac flowers and camalatas,\\nThat bloom in this brighter life.\\nAnd wandering on through the garden gay,\\nWith its flowers the fairest ever seen,\\nAdown frescades where the fountains play,\\nAnd fall and flash in the sun-bright ray,\\nAnd fling their gems on the green,\\nI come to the silvery sands that sing,\\nThe silver sands that sing in the sun,\\nWhen the zephyr flits on his silken wing\\nO er the pebbles of pearl and makes them ring.\\nTill the day in the west is done.\\n187", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "THE LAND OF SONG\\nAnd, sauntering on towards the hills of gold,\\nI come at last to the fountain bright,\\nWhere Undines play with the mermen bold\\nIn the blue pellucid waters cold,\\nOr sing on the ribible light.\\nAnd brilliant birds on brightest wing\\nSail over the sweetly scented scene.\\nOr deeply hid among roses sing\\nSuch songs as only a seraph s string\\nCan shake on the wind, I ween.\\nAnd out of the aisles and alleys green\\nOf the gloomy groves the sweetest strains\\nFloat over the dells the fells between.\\nAnd fall on the flowers that glow and gleen,\\nAs softly as golden rains.\\nOh, it s silver song from the dappled dawn.\\nWhen the smiling sun like a lily lies\\nOn the placid waves, till the morrow morn\\nRelumes the lake and the lilac lawn\\nIn this wonderful paradise.\\nAnd it s always May in the Land of Song,\\nWhere the brightest birds in the brightest\\nbowers\\n188", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "THE LAND OF SONG\\nMake love and music the whole day long,\\nAnd the dimbles, dells, and dingles throng\\nWith the fairest, freshest flowers.\\nAnd, oh the beauty, the bloom, the blush\\nOf those flossy flowers that bud and blow\\nOn the banks and braes No painter s brush\\nWith the richest dyes can give the flush\\nOf the garlands there that glow.\\nFor the brightest red is too pale a tint\\nFor the musky roses that flourish there\\nAnd blue is black to the hues that print\\nTheir dyes on the lilacs light that glint\\nIn the balsam-breathing air.\\nAnd vainly, vainly I pluck the blooms,\\nThe golden-flowers and the hyacinth.\\nTo plant below in my garden glooms\\nBut, ah they fade with their faint perfumes.\\nThe chamomile and the calaminth.\\nAnd vainly, vainly the silver sands\\nThat sing and shine in the splendid sun,\\nI try to take in mine eager hands\\nThey melt like dews on the flowery bands.\\nWhen the garish day s begun.\\n189", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "THE LAND OF SONG\\nAnd the songs, the marvellous melodies,\\nThat witch the sense till it swoons away.\\nThe songs that float o er the lawns and leas,\\nTo reproduce on my lyre at ease.\\nOh, all in vain I essay\\nFor the blooth and beauty that blushes there.\\nThe dulcet notes and the glittering gems,\\nSo delicate, are, so fine and fair,\\nThey fail to live in our grosser air,\\nAnd fade or wilt on the stems.\\nAnd whosoe er in that magic land\\nWould fain its melodies take away.\\nIs like to him who with eager hand\\nWould grasp the light or the breezes bland\\nThat flit o er the garden gay.\\nNor doth it avail the poet bright\\nWhen, earthward flown, he attunes the lute\\nTo the songs he heard in the land of light\\nFor howsoever his fingers smite\\nAnd sweep the strings, they are mute.\\nYes, vainly he sweeps the silver strings\\nThe music back to the birds has fled\\nYet, oft when the star to the sleeper brings\\nSweet dreams, it flashes the light of its wings\\nOn his sleep and then is sped.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "A CHRISTMAS CANZON\\nOh, the Merry Christmas, merry as a lark,\\nA lark that is lilting up aloft\\nOh, the Merry Christmas, bells are ringing, hark\\nAnd happy boys and girls are singing soft.\\nNow s the time for laughter, now s the time for\\ncheer,\\nNow s the time for music and for song\\nMerry, Merry Christmas, best time of the year,\\nSing, and dance the golden hours along\\nOh, the Merry Christmas hang the holly up.\\nHang it on the window and the wall\\nPass around the quinces, pass the kissing-cup.\\nAnd let the sweetest music rise and fall\\nThis the time for pleasure, this the time for song.\\nThis the time for dancing and for cheer\\nMerry, Merry Christmas, laugh the hours along,-\\nChristmas-time the sweetest of the year.\\n191", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "A CHRISTMAS CANZON\\nOh, the Merry Christmas stir the ruddy fire\\nLight the cheerful candles in the room\\nFoot it featly, lads and lasses, till you tire,\\nAnd let the Christmas roses gayly bloom.\\nFor it s Merry Christmas, Christmas-tide again,\\nChristmas-tide the brightest of the year\\nAnd the song of angels, Peace on earth to men,\\nWe lightly sing, and give you all good cheer.\\nOh, the Merry Christmas let the jewelled tree\\nGlance and glitter in the rosy light\\nLet the happy children march around with glee,\\nAnd clap their hands with gladness at the sight.\\nBut amid the love-feast let us not forget,\\nLet us not forget the Wondrous Child,\\nLittle Infant Jesus, Mary s amoret.\\nLying in the manger, meek and mild.\\nOh, the Merry Christmas merry as a lark,\\nA lark that is lilting up aloft\\nOh, the Merry Christmas, bells are ringing, hark\\nAnd happy boys and girls are singing soft.\\nNow s the time for laughter, now s the time for\\ncheer,\\nNow s the time for music and for song\\nMerry, Merry Christmas best time of the year,\\nSing, and dance the golden hours along", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "THE QUEEN OF SUMMER\\nOn a windy April day, Elfin Elinor, the gay,\\nWalked abroad, and with the light of her eyes\\nTurned the morning breezes cold into aerated gold,\\nAnd with sunshine filled the fields and the skies\\nThen the trilliums, thinking it lilac-time.\\nAnd the trailing arbutus bloomed,\\nAnd the columbine bells swung to in the dells.\\nAnd the violets the vale perfumed.\\nOh, the amaryllis red lifted up her royal head,\\nAnd the mariet and primula pale.\\nAnd the foxglove glowed where the rivulet flowed.\\nAnd the orange lily lit up the dale\\nFor they thought that the light of Elinor s smile\\nWas the warm sunny light of May,\\nAnd they thought that the girl of the dark-brown\\ncurl\\nWas the Queen of the Florets gay.\\n193", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "THE QUEEN OF SUMMER\\nNow it happened that she sang, and the woods\\nsweetly rang\\nWith the syllabled gold of her voice\\nAnd the bobolink heard, and the bright bluebird,\\nAnd the throstle, and they made rejoice.\\nFor they thought her song was the song of Spring\\nThat whistled for her birds and bees,\\nAnd the sweet lintwhite, and the greenlet light\\nFilled the woods with their melodies.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "AESCHYLUS\\nThy soul was grand as thine own mountains are,\\nGrand as the crags of old Thermopylae,\\nThe cliffs that frown on Marathon s blue sea,\\nAnd dark as he who drives the thunder-car\\nAlong the mountain-ridges, rock and scar\\nAnd stormy with the Titan energy\\nOf some dethroned, inferior deity.\\nStruggling to mount again into its star\\nThine eloquence is as the eloquence\\nOf the black cloud-burst, and the hurricane.\\nOr the fire-mountain when it fiercely vents\\nIts wrath in flames and lava on the plain\\nAnd brilliant as the thunder-light intense\\nThat leaps and flashes through the driving rain", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "INSPIRATION\\nInspiration, what is it The lustre that s thrown\\nOn the mind from the splendor of Heaven\\nIt comes in a flash, in a flash it is flown,\\nAs brilliant and swift as the levin.\\nInspirations are comets that sweep o er the sky,\\nSwift shooting-stars, falling while flaming.\\nThat suddenly coming, as suddenly fly.\\nThe speed of the vireo shaming.\\nThey are songs heard at night in the lull of the\\nbreeze\\nFrom the stars in the firmament glistening\\nOr songs of the sirens that sing in the seas\\nTo the minstrel, the troubadour listening.\\nThey are jewels that deep in the depth of the mine\\nFor some gleam and glitter not ever\\n196", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "INSPIRATION\\nWhile for others, and often less wortliy,^they shine,\\nA joy, and possession forever.\\nInspiration oft comes like a dream of delight\\nOne cannot tell when the bright vision\\nWill beam like a star on his innermost sight\\nWith glimpses of gardens Elysian.\\nNor will it remain at the poet s behest,\\nNor list to his honey-sweet wooing\\nFor shy as a dove it flies back to its nest\\nFor all of his pleading and suing.\\nThe bard, when the spark from above has inspired\\nHis spirit, is passively driven\\nOn the stream of his song, like a brigantine fired\\nBy the flames from the thunder-cloud riven.\\nThe sport of the tempest that seizes his soul.\\nOn the breast of his stormy emotion,\\nHe s swept with a fury that knows no control\\nAfar on the limitless ocean.\\nThe bard is no more than the instrument fine\\nOn which the white hands unbeholden\\nOf the genius of song play a music divine.\\nLike that of Apollo the golden.\\n197", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "INSPIRATION\\nHe s but an ^olian harp in the breeze,\\nAnd cannot but choose him to render\\nThe ^music that sweeps o er the strings from the\\nseas\\nIn tones that are merry or tender.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE OF MANILA\\nUnto Dewey be the honor and the glory,\\nWho crushed the power Spain upon the sea.\\nAnd of noble Dewey sing the ringing story,\\nHow he won the fight of all the century\\nWhen his guns all spoke, and the line he broke\\nOf the Spaniards, as he battled in the thunder-\\nsmoke,\\nWhen his hurricane of steel made the great ar-\\nmada reel,\\nAnd sunk her mid the terrors of the thunder-peal\\nWhen the whirlwind of death\\nWith its fiery, fiery breath\\nMade the Don all the vengeance of the Yankee\\nfeel.\\nIn the darkness of the night-time as a cover,\\nDewey sailed into the mouth of Subig Bay.\\nAnd the heavens watching o er him like a lover\\nLed him past the guns of old Malite gray\\nLed him safely o er the lines of the dynamite\\nmines,\\n199", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE OF MANILA\\nWHle the dreaming Spaniard slept by his old car-\\nbines,\\nUnconscious that his power would be shattered in\\nan hour\\nBy the terrible volcanoes that were soon to rain a\\nshower\\nA storm of fire and steel\\nTo make their towers reel\\nAnd to blast them as the blizzard blights^ the\\nflower.\\nPast the islands, through the narrows and the\\nchannel,\\nWhile they slept, crept the tigers of the sea,\\nAnd came out into the bay beyond the cannel,\\nAll prepared for fearful fight and victory.\\nThen the Spaniard woke as he saw the smoke,\\nAnd the Spanish battle-cry on the ships of battle\\nbroke\\nAnd to the guns they sprang, while the startled\\ncity rang\\nWith the rattle and the brattle, the clangor and\\nthe clang\\nOf the rising battle-blast,\\nAs the rifles volleyed fast,\\nAnd the shells the epic song of iron battle sang.\\n200", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE OF MANILA\\nRight before the frightened city lay the foeman,\\nAnd his battle-ships were laden down with\\ndeath\\nAnd his sailors, full as daring as the Roman,\\nStood undaunted in the cannon s burning\\nbreath.\\nThen the mortars screamed, and the levins\\ngleamed,\\nAnd in a trice the harbor like a hell-pit seemed,\\nWhile a thousand cheers arose from our fierce and\\nfrantic foes.\\nAs they tried with Dewey s battle-ships to grap-\\nple and to close\\nBut a howling hurricane\\nOf steel and iron rain\\nFrom the Yankees sent them reeling neath the\\nblows.\\nNow the Yankee men-of-war came on in column,\\nWith Dewey and the flag-ship in the van\\nThen there came a lull, an interval most solemn,\\nAnd all nerved up to battle stood each man.\\nThen came an awful roar, and the Spanish com-\\nmodore\\nTried to ram the great Olympia, and down upon\\nher bore\\nBut the mighty Yankee guns threw their steel and\\nlead in tons,\\n201", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE OF MANILA\\nAnd well-nigh neath the waters whelmed the\\ngrandee and his sons,\\nTill the dragon-ships turned back\\nNeath the awful thunder-crack,\\nLike mongrels that for fear from the royal lion\\nruns.\\nSweeping grandly past the enemy s flotilla.\\nBelching flame like volcanoes every one,\\nMarched the Yankees, flinging fire into Manila,\\nAnd hurling death and thunder on the Don.\\nThen the tempest stronger blew, and the bullets\\nfaster flew,\\nAnd the wild, cyclonic forces of the cannon\\nlouder grew;\\nWhile the seas and skies were red with the thun-\\nder-fires that sped.\\nWith the battle-bolts and bursting bombs that\\nhurtled overhead.\\nAnd again and yet again\\nWith the shrieks of wounded men\\nThe welkin rang, the furies sang above the dying\\nand dead.\\nTwo torpedoes now like hurricanes went tearing\\nThrough the whirlpool wild of battle with a\\nyell,\\n202", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE OF MANILA\\nBut a thousand howling bombs and mortars glar-\\ning\\nStruck the devil-ships and sent them into hell.\\nWith their steam full on, marching past the Don,\\nSailed the Yankee men-of-war while the fire of\\nbattle shone\\nAnd each hero at the gun threw projectiles by the\\nton\\nIn the Spanish fleet, but not a man the fearful\\nfight would shun.\\nThough shattered were the ships\\nBy our awful thunder-clips.\\nAnd though they knew they fought a fight that\\nnever could be won.\\nNow the flag-ship of the Spaniard, badly battered\\nAnd in flames, from the fearful fight withdrew\\nAnd a second Spanish battle-ship, all shattered.\\nIn the hurricane went down, with all her crew.\\nBut, even while the junk neath the boiling waters\\nsunk.\\nThe Spaniards fought like demons with the wine\\nof battle drunk,\\nAnd hurled their hate and lead at the victor Yan-\\nkee s head,\\nTill the hulls blew up in ruin and conflagration\\nred.\\n203", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE OF MANILA\\nYes, with their latest breath\\nThey worked the guns of death,\\nAnd died, the bravest seamen that in battle ever\\nbled.\\nWhile the battle in the burning bay was roaring,\\nAnd the earth was hid behind the red eclipse.\\nAll the guns in Fort Cavite gray were pouring\\nStorms of steel upon the Yankee battle-ships.\\nBut right through the hell of screaming shot and\\nshell,\\nThat swooped through the air with a most de-\\nmonic yell,\\nThrough the hot and burning blast swept the\\ngunboats fast,\\nTill the Spanish cruisers sank, all fighting to the\\nlast;\\nAnd the air with fiery flecks\\nAnd the sea was filled with wrecks,\\nLike a harbor where a whirlwind or cyclone has\\npassed.\\nThus was fought upon the waters of Manila\\nSuch a battle as was never fought before\\nAnd the Spanish flag went down with the flotilla,\\nAnd the power of Spain went down, to rise no\\nmore.\\n204", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE OF MANILA\\nThen sing a song of praise, for on that day of\\ndays\\nThe ancient home of slavery was given to the\\nblaze\\nThe tyrant s chain was broke by the burning bat-\\ntle-stroke,\\nAnd the slave arose, a free-made man, and spurned\\nthe iron yoke.\\nThe new world to the old\\nSpake a message brave and bold,\\nThat from her sleep of centuries the ancient one\\nawoke.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "LIFE\\nSay not that life is dreary,\\nA wilderness of wickedness and woe\\nThat the heart of man is weary,\\nAs a spirit in the prison-house below.\\nFor life, though sometimes tearful.\\nYet mostly is as merry as a song\\nA song of the throstle cheerful,\\nAs he pipes all the summer morning long.\\nSay not that life is gloomy,\\nAs a day in the misty month of rain,\\nThat joy like the rose is bloomy\\nFor a week, then lies withered on the plain.\\nOh, no there s an endless splendor\\nThat is throned like a queen upon the hills\\nAnd a music low and tender\\nIn the rushing of the river and the rills.\\n206", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "LIFE\\nLift up your eyes and gaze on\\nThe glory of the sunset in the west,\\nWhile the crimson banners blaze on\\nThe crennellated castle on the crest.\\nIs that not beauty golden,\\nParadisal, like the loveliness above,\\nWhere the saints and psalmists olden\\nBask forever in the summer light of love\\nOh, list to the lilting veery,\\nAs he whistles in the lavender there,\\nAnd say, is his song not cheery,\\nIs it not a charm to drive away care\\nIs not the May worth knowing,\\nWhen the apple-blooms are pink upon the tree.\\nAnd the west winds sweet are blowing\\nAnd the rivulets run laughing to the sea\\nOh, say not life is bitter,\\nAs the dregs and the leavings of the wine;\\nThat beauty s but the glitter\\nOf a dewdrop glistening in the shine,\\nWhile the skies are bright above us,\\nAnd the roses in the south wind blow,\\nAnd the powers of Heaven love us,\\nAnd send us down their blessings here below.\\n207", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "LIFE\\nOh, no while children prattle\\nAnd romp around the garden in play.\\nWhile burbling brooklets brattle,\\nAnd the bells ring out a roundelay,\\nThis life of ours is splendid,\\nAs a sunrise dancing on the sea,\\nOr the rainbow gently bended,\\nLike a rose wreath for you and for me*", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "GIVE ME A DAY IN THE HILLS\\nFAR AWAY\\nGive me a day in the hills far away,\\nWhen the mountain floods are foaming,\\nWhere the caribou by the torrents blue\\nAnd the elk in herds are roaming\\nWhere the winds are strong as a thunder-song.\\nAnd the skies are clear as beryl,\\nAnd where all is life, vigor and strife,\\nBrattle, and battle, and peril.\\nGive me a sight of the Titan fight\\nOf the bull-moose loudly roaring.\\nAs the thunder-headed buffaloes crash,\\nBuffing and butting and goring\\nOr a shot at the tiger-eagle gray.\\nAs he drops like lead from heaven.\\nOn the fox that dies as if the skies\\nHad hurtled their bolt of levin.\\n209", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "GIVE ME A DAY IN THE HILLS\\nFor I love the hills with their rushing rills,\\nThe large free life of the forest\\nThe whistling breeze and the mountain seas,\\nAnd song of the wildwood chorist\\nThe chase of the deer through brake and brere\\nAnd the bell-mouthed beagle s baying,\\nThe smell of the pines and the sight of the tines\\nOf the elk in the woodland straying.\\nAnd I long to fly from the narrow life\\nOf the townsfolk here around me,\\nFrom the musty airs and the petty cares\\nThat harass, badger, and hound me\\nI long to stand where the mountains grand\\nAre seamed in their savage faces,\\nAnd the hunter free, and florid of blee.\\nThe deer through the greenwood chases.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "ROSES IN THE SKY\\nThe rose at your feet, love, is sweet, love, and\\nneat, love\\nBut oh I have seen a flower fairer by far\\nThe ruby you wear, love, is fair, love, I swear,\\nlove;\\nBut I have seen gems that were like a red star\\nThe bird overhead, love, you bred, love, is red,\\nlove,\\nIs red as the rose is, and sweet to the ear\\nBut, O love, I know, love, where birds are that\\nglow, love,\\nLike fire, and whose songs are delicious to hear I\\nFor there in the west, love, where all is at rest,\\nlove,\\nAnd Heaven s blue lamel with stammel is shot.\\nAre roses of fire, love, and choir after choir, love^\\nOf redbirds that heard once are never forgot\\n211", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "HOSES IN TUE SKT\\nAnd rubies are there, love, so red and so rare,\\nlove.\\nThat naught can compare, love, to jewels so\\nrich;\\nAnd fire-opals fierce, love, whose gold-lightnings\\npierce, love.\\nThe pink and the purple and womankind witch\\nAh, soon shall we meet, love, mid flowers so sweet,\\nlove\\nOh, soon shall our feet, love, the fire-roses press\\nAnd soon shall the gold-light of God on the cold-\\nlight\\nOf men break, and show us His own loveliness", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "THE SUICIDE\\nTheee in the meadow a lady lay,\\nSleeping the terrible sleep of death,\\nAs fine and dainty a piece of clay\\nAs ever God had informed with breath\\nA beautiful girl with dark brown hair,\\nA beautiful girl with dark brown eyes.\\nAnd features rare, and forehead as fair\\nAs any cherub s in Paradise.\\nThere by the road in the grasses deep,\\nSweet with the breath of the fragrant thyme.\\nThe young lady lay like one asleep,\\nA smile on her lips as if your chime,\\nBeverly bells, in her delicate ear\\nThe silver song of a seraph seemed.\\nOr the accents clear of a mother dear,\\nWho bent o er the girl that slept and dreamed.\\n213", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "THE SUICIDE\\nA beautiful maiden, scarce eighteen,\\nWith lips that none but the pure might meet,\\nAs round a throat as ever was seen,\\nDelicate hands and delicate feet.\\nThere, in a garment as pure as light,\\nBeside a fallen maple she lay\\nHer hand so white on the weapon bright\\nThat blew her butterfly life away.\\nThe birds sang up in the trees o erhead, j\\nThe dragon-flies o er the meadow flew\\nThe golden bees on the flowers fed.\\nAnd all was sunlight beneath the blue.\\nAh me how boisterous, brave, and bold\\nWas Life, that frolicked that summer day\\nAnd, oh how cold on the grassy mould\\nLay Death in the sleep that lasts for aye.\\nAh, why, when the world that morn in June\\nPut on her brightest and best attire,\\nAnd lightly danced to a merry tune\\nWith forehead aglow and eyes afire\\nAh why should she, the young and the fair,\\nWhen joy like light filled the earth and sky,\\nKnow sorrow and care and black despair.\\nAnd steal away from the world to die\\n214", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "THE SUICIDE\\nAweary of life at eighteen years\\nWith a faultless form and a perfect face\\nWhat was the cause of her bitter tears,\\nLove unreturned or fear of disgrace\\nWas it hope deferred, or a broken trust,\\nOr sickness sapping her life away,\\nThat gave this child to the must and dust?\\nAh God alone in the skies can say\\nCensor, breathe not your poisonous breath\\nOver this girl with the angel face.\\nHere in the sacred presence of death,\\nPity and grief alone should have place.\\nPeace, my brothers she s somebody s girl\\nThink of your own little child at home.\\nPure as a pearl and gay as a merle\\nBut will she be so in days to come\\nPeace, my brothers perhaps even now\\nMotherly lips a kiss would impress\\nUpon the cheek and the marble brow\\nOf her who once was her happiness.\\nPerchance that mother, half-crazed with fear,\\nCalls on her darling over and o er\\nBut, alas her ear too dull to hear\\nWill waken to life and love no more.\\n215", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "THE SUICIDE\\nClose up her beautiful eyes of brown,\\nBrush back her beautiful chestnut hair,\\nSmooth all the rumples out of her gown,\\nAnd fold her hands on her bosom fair.\\nPoor little sufferer, let her sleep\\nLet her sleep, while we fervently pray\\nThat He may keep, who loveth His sheep,\\nHer sorrowful soul for aye and aye", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "LILACS\\nThe sunlight of heaven is smiling above,\\nAnd the air is delicious with lilacs\\nThe day is as rare as the rainbow of love.\\nO lilacs, sing ever of lilacs\\nThe oriole gleams like a gem in the sun,\\nAnd cheerily chirrups of lilacs\\nThe rills down the rocks to the riverside run.\\nAnd tinkle of love and of lilacs.\\nThe bumble-bees over the serpelot sweet\\nHover, and whisper of lilacs\\nAnd the squirrels above in their leafy retreat\\nChatter of redolent lilacs.\\nThe children released from the school on the hill\\nRun into the fields for the lilacs\\nAnd the miller stands there in the door of the mill,\\nAnd drinks in the fragrance of lilacs.\\n217", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "LILACS\\nOh, never were sweeter flowers under the sun\\nThan lilacs, delectable lilacs\\nAnd, oh, when my life and my labor be done,\\nLet me lie underneath the sweet lilacs.", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "VARIEL\\nWinds, blow soft over Variel s mound,\\nWinds blow gently and whisper low\\nFor the sweetest child in the whole wide round\\nOf the world lies here in her shroud of snow.\\nBlow gentle breezes, but softly stir,\\nWake not the little one sleeping there,\\nWake not the poor weary heart of her\\nWho once was as gay as the flower is fair\\nShine summer sun on her lowly grave\\nShine on her tomb, for she loved you so\\nLoved you as sailor lads love the wave,\\nAnd basked for hours in your golden glow.\\nShine out and warm her, she s cold and chill.\\nWarm with your breath her little white hands\\nThat are folded fair on her breast so still,\\nFingers inlocked with their golden bands\\n219", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "VARIEL\\nBirds sing sweetly beside this tomb\\nSong-birds sing, but, oh, soft and low\\nFor a maid lies here that had once the bloom\\nOf sunset-pink on a field of snow.\\nWhippoorwill whistle, and field-lark lilt,\\nOriole chirrup the May-time through\\nFor her heart was purer than sunlight spilt\\nOn a field of flowers impearled with dew\\nRoses blossom on Variel s grave,\\nFor she was a Rose as red as you.\\nLilacs over the lily-maid wave.\\nFor ye were the choice of her heart so true\\nBeautiful mary-buds sweeten the air,\\nFor hers was as sweet as a life could be.\\nJessamine mingle with marigold fair\\nTo murmur of one that was fairer than ye\\nOh, if ye knew what a gem lies here\\nHidden away in the earth below\\nOh, if ye knew what a melody rare\\nLies froze fore er in her throat of snow\\nBut only one heart knows the worth of her.\\nOnly one soul knew her soul so sweet,\\nPoor little Variel under the fir,\\nA crown at her head and a cross at her feet", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2941", "width": "1867", "jp2-path": "songsofsunshadow00john_0235.jp2"}, "236": 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