{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3032", "width": "2112", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "v*^ :i", "height": "2902", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "b. *^T^s* A\\n1 Ay -OHO- -\u00e2\u0080\u00a2#1- Ay 9\\n.4?\u00c2\u00b0^", "height": "2902", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2902", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2902", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2882", "width": "1951", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "From the Prairies.\\nA BOOK OF VERSE.\\nBy MAUDE DeVERE KRAKE,\\nCHICAGO. ILL.:\\nScroll Publishing and Literary Syndicate,\\n1900.", "height": "2882", "width": "1951", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0096\u00a0TWO COPIES RECEIVE-\\n1 li;rsry of C\u00c2\u00abligfa\u00c2\u00bb||\\n.flc\u00c2\u00ab Of tk\u00c2\u00ab\\nAPR 2 3 1800\\nKegliitr of CtpSHgltf\\nP o^S J-l\\nX^^F^A\\n(CjOO\\n57591\\nlo\\nthe two who have\\nbeen my faithful friends, who\\nhave loved me unselfishly and constantly.\\nthis little volume is lovingly\\ndedicated by their\\ndaughter.\\nSECOND OQP^Httm./C, fpO\u00e2\u0082\u00ac", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "TODAY.\\nToday, dear heart, you can lift the load,\\nTomorrow may \u00c2\u00a3nd it gone;\\nYou can travel the same rough, lonely road\\nUntil this day is done:\\nYou can pray the old unanswered prayer.\\nAnd trust God s mighty power\\nTo give you strength for each new care,\\nA rainbow with each shower.\\nKeep back the tears for one more day.\\nAnd quiet your aching heart.\\nFor the long, long moments will pass away,\\nAnd the dragging hours depart.\\nJust sing one more glad, merry song\\nThe while you need not fret;\\nForgive the one who did you wrong\\nAnd the wrong this time forget.\\nIf the day s work tangles, then you need\\nBut laugh at your own mistakes.\\nAnd hasten to do the kindly deed\\nThat comforts the heart which aches.\\n5", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Be the burden heavy, as ne er before.\\nRejoice in your strength to do\\nThe greater task, perhaps worth the more\\nBecause it is done by you.\\nJust one more day, and it may be bright,\\nBelieve that it is, dear heart.\\nFor the day s work ever grows more light\\nWhen from sad thoughts apart.\\nA little song, and the moment s done;\\nA prayer, and your task is blest;\\nAnd one more day is lived, and gone\\nWith the crimson in the west.", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "A NOCTURNE.\\nTo the old trees the night-wind is singing, is singing,\\nSweet wonderful songs of the lands o er the sea.\\nAnd to hear it the glad leaves are springing, are\\nspringing.\\nAnd encoring softly with rustles of glee.\\nBelow them the tired sea s sleeping, is sleeping.\\nWith soft little tossings and murmurings low.\\nThe moon to the westward is creeping, is creeping.\\nAnd dipped to the trees is its silvery bow.\\nTo the church tow r the ivy is clinging, is dinging.\\nWhile waiting and wondering, listening long.\\nTo hear the sweet bell in its ringing, its ringing.\\nAnd sway to its rhythm and swing to its song.", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "FAIR MAID DOROTHY.\\nThe robin sings his sweetest note\\nFor fair maid Dorothy;\\nAnd almost breaks his little throat\\nFor (air maid Dorothy;\\nFor ah! my little love is fair.\\nWith heaven-blue eyes and sun-kissed hair,\\nWith step as light as breath of air.\\nMy fair maid Dorothy.\\nThe flowers bend down to ease the feet\\nOf (air maid Dorothy;\\nAnd deem that death itself is sweet\\nFor fair maid Dorothy;\\nFor oh! my little maid is (air,\\nMy love for her I would declare,\\nShe IS so sweet I do not dare\\nMy fair maid Dorothy.\\nThe summer zephyrs kiss the cheek\\nOf fair maid Dorothy;\\nAnd words of love to her they speak.\\nTo fair maid Dorothy;", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "I would that I could be so bold;\\nMy secret Kas not yet been told;\\nShe knows it not the story old\\nMy fair maid Dorothy.\\nWhisper it, zephyr, soft and low.\\nTo (air maid Dorothy;\\nTell It, O stream, as on you flow.\\nTo fair maid Dorothy;\\nSing It, glad robin, m song so sweet;\\nBreathe it, rose petals, beneath her feet.\\nSay that I love her, I entreat,\\nTo fair maid Dorothy.", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "LILACS.\\nOh, fragrant purple lilacs, on a spring day long ago\\nDear baby hands plucked sweetness from the branches\\nwhere you grow,\\nA little maid s, whose eyes oft held a serious ques-\\ntioning.\\nAs finding earth less fair than heaven was ever won-\\ndering.\\nAh, yet I live in dreams that other day in sunny\\nsprmg.\\nWhen out among the lilacs sweet I heard the baby\\nsing,\\nAnd saw her coming down the path, her snowy\\ngown heaped high\\nWith the flowers she was bringing me to share her\\nlullaby.\\nI gathered both up in my arms, the loving little\\nmaid\\nAnd the blossoms, and within the garden swing we\\ngently swayed,\\n10", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Till her heavy lashes drooped against a cheek as\\ncolorless\\nAs any sweet white rose in all of earth s fair wilder-\\nness.\\nNo more within the garden did the baby walk and\\nsing,\\nNor again within the hammock did she sleep and\\nlightly swing.\\nAnd along the garden path the lilacs counted out\\nthe hours\\nWith drooping heads, and perfume prayers, and\\ntears of falling flowers.\\nOut there upon the hillside purple lilacs bend and nod\\nAbove a bit of marble and a blossom-covered sod.\\nAnd the wayward summer breezes that had loved her\\nwell, I know,\\nJust slip above her quietly and quite forget to blow.\\n11", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "ALPHA.\\nOn that strange morn I came as mortal here\\nEarth s sounds of strife were muffled to my ear,\\nAnd clouds like snow which fled from summer skies,\\nHalf hid the blinding azure from child-eyes.\\nThe chirping birds awoke to tender song\\nBy morn s caressing breezes borne along:\\nEach leaf in the excited whispering\\nOf one who hastens pleasant news to bring.\\nMade known to its companions how its heart\\nWent out to nature s new-created part;\\nAnd every streamlet laughed in loving glee,\\nAnd sang a lullaby most tenderly,\\nWhile all the roses shed joy tears of dew\\nFor the small stranger in a country new.\\nSo came I, with no knowledge of the sin\\nNot known without, but bound the world within.\\nFor Mother Nature seeks that foe to hide,\\nAnd angels had not warned me who beside?\\n12", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "OMEGA.\\nWhen as a tired guest of earth I lie\\nWithin her arms for just a last goodby.\\nOh, may it be some balmy day in spring.\\nEarth s prayer time, when all hearts faint matins smg;\\nSome day when she so close to heaven seems\\nThat heaven bends closer yet, as if it deems\\nTo make the journey but a step m air,\\nA moment only spent from here to there;\\nWhen leaves are hushing plaintive cries of birds\\nAs if to have no pain of parting words:\\nThe river singing a soft hymn so sweet\\nThat I forget a life most incomplete,\\nWhile incense breathing flowers lift a prayer\\nThat all my sins be quite forgotten there.\\nThus would I have earth wear a peaceful face.\\nThus would I \u00c2\u00a3nd my new abiding place.\\n13", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "TO MOTHER MINE.\\nI said to Cupid as I went into his sKop one day,\\nAnd saw the rows and rows of valentines in his display,\\n**I wish a queenly sweetheart; she must be a lady fair;\\nAnd I ll have no golden tresses or brown or raven\\nhair;\\nParticular I am, sir, that her eyes be a gray-blue,\\nFor black and brown and violet and hazel will not do.\\nOf these I ve simply wearied, so Cupid, friend of\\nmine.\\nGive me the truest heart of all to be my valentine.\\nAnd Cupid, clever fellow at his trade, gave me my\\nchoice\\nOf hearts and ladies till my soul did honestly rejoice,\\nAnd there I found my sweetheart true, my chosen\\nvalentine,\\nIf you will let your own sweet self be that, dear\\nmother mine!\\n14", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "A DREAM.\\nA troubling shadow creeps o er me today, I cannot say\\nWhat makes this coldness at my heart, my own.\\nBut that last night I dreamed that you were dead,\\nand did so dread\\nYour lying out there m the dark, alone.\\nThe wind wailed loud and low and loud again; the\\ndropping ram,\\nKept up its beating, maddening monotone;\\nThrough sodden leaves, and low, wet vines I crept,\\nwhile others slept.\\nAnd found your grave; you were not then alone.\\nYou press warm, trembling lips to mine and say tis\\npassed away\\nThe dream which gave today a grayer tone;\\nBut, love, the visions of what-might-be bide, for had\\nyou died\\nThen I, as well as you, were all alone.\\n15", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "AT TWILIGHT TIME,\\nOh, they re drifting down the River of Rest,\\nInto the Bay of Sleep,\\nA little maid in my arms close pressed.\\nAnd the fair-haired laddie we tremble lest\\nWill slip into the Deep,\\nThey passed the meadows of Story-land\\nAn hour or two ago.\\nAnd then they glided hand m hand\\nTo Drowsy-town; caught in the sand;\\nI rocked to let them go.\\nThey are floatmg gently away, away.\\nFrom happy Land of Joy,\\nFrom pretty flowers in felds of play\\nWhich they slowly left, for they longed to stay.\\nDear little girl and boy!\\nI am the boatman; they have no fear\\nTo ask for another song,\\nTho the price they pay is very dear.\\nAt least to the willmg gondolier,\\nA kiss both sweet and long.\\n16", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "A FAIRY SONG.\\nWe are elves of tKe nigKt\\nWith our wings so ligKt\\nWe travel o er mount and sea.\\nIn the daytime we hide,\\nOr on the clouds ride,\\nFor we re shy, as shy can be.\\nWhen to rest goes the sun\\nWe fairy folk run.\\nChasing a lost little ray.\\nElse creeping around\\nMongst the shadows we re found\\nTill it s dark enough to play.\\nWhen the last ray has flown.\\nAnd the daylight quite gone.\\nWe come from our hiding place,\\nAnd spread our fine wings,\\nSuch beautiful things.\\nAnd start on our nightly race.\\nTo the f rst little star,\\nIf it isn t too far,\\n17", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "And back to the eartK again.\\nNeath a leaf or a flower\\nWe rest by the hour\\nIf it s cloudy and threatening rain.\\nWhen the moon is in sight.\\nThough the paths not too light,\\nWe creep from each glen and bower,\\nRob a bee and then eat\\nThe honey so sweet.\\nOr carry it back to a flower.\\nOr we fly to the brook\\nAnd take a long look\\nAt our wee, iine, shining wings;\\nPluck bluebells, perhaps,\\nA new fashion in caps,\\nFor fairies are vain little things.\\nWhen the east hints of light.\\nWe wing a slow flight.\\nBack to each little glen.\\nAnd slumber all day.\\nToo tired to play\\nTill the sun goes down again.\\n18", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "GOING LONG WITH DAD.\\nI used to like to drive to town along the old hill\\nroad,\\nFor Dad would take me sometimes, and if he had a\\nload\\nOf corn or wheat, why, then, of course, I always got\\nto go.\\nFor Dad said I was comp ny, and I guess Dad ought\\nto know;\\nBut anyway, he d come into the house where Jane\\nwas doin\\nUp the work, and say, It looks tome as if a storm\\nwas brewin\\nAnd so I ll take an early start, fer fear t he weather s\\nbad.\\nAnd then he d say to me, You want to go along\\nwith Dad?\\nSometimes when corn was just a tasseling out he d\\nsay to me,\\nThis is the derndest country that a feller ever see;\\nI thought we d drive to church today and jest enjoy\\nthe view,\\n19", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "But this blamed corn has grown so high we won t\\nbe able to.\\nYou ll always \u00c2\u00a3nd it so, though why, I never could\\nexplain.\\nSome feller s got to suffer for some other feller s\\ngain.\\nAnd so he d go on talking; better times I ve never had\\nThan driving long to church or town, and listening\\nto Dad.\\nWhen in the after years one loved me more than all,\\nhe said,\\nI went to Dad and told him I would like to marry\\nFred.\\nHe didn t say a word until he d walked the kitchen floor\\nFor half an hour; then in a quiet, awful tone he swore.\\nAnd said he d rather bury me than have me marry Fred,\\nAnd I would \u00c2\u00a3nd my home with Dad a better one,\\nhe said.\\nAnd so I told Fred, though my heart was hurting\\npretty bad.\\nThat I thought I d be as happy if I went along with\\nDad.\\n20", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "And m the days that followed, why, I learned that\\nDad was right,\\nFor I was just as happy, and my heart was just as light\\nAs it had ever been when some one else had loved\\nme too:\\nThe days just danced into my life and then took\\nwings and flew,\\nUntil there came a time, when apple trees were all\\na-blow.\\nThat the doctor shook his head and said that Dad\\nwas very low,\\nI thought my heart would break for he d die, and if\\nhe had\\nWhy, Id have begged of God to let me go along\\nwith Dad.\\nAnd, oh, I hope when one must go the other need\\nnot stay.\\nFor Dad would find it lonesome without me along\\nthe way:\\nWe ll have to stand up for each other, maybe, at the\\nthrone.\\nFor Dad has faults in English, and to many faults I\\nown.\\n21", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "If at the gate, St. Peter says to Dad, I ve heard\\nyou swear.\\nYou can t come here. Just turn around and hustle\\noff down there!\\nHe needn t waste his time to tell me I ve not been\\nso bad\\nIf it s choice twixt Dad and heaven, why, I ll go\\nalong with Dad!\\n22", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "TO MY STAR.\\nFair star\\nGleam brightly on!\\nThrough hope and fear\\nA friend is near:\\nArt thou not one?\\nSo true\\nThere s none like thee!\\nArt thou too far,\\nO, tiny star,\\nTo answer me?\\nShine on!\\nThy point of light\\nIs but a spark\\nTo pierce the dark\\nOf this great night.\\nYet thou,\\nSmall twinkling sun,\\nHast served me well,\\n23", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "Let others tell\\nDeeds I Kave done.\\nWhen I\\nO shining ball,\\nDids t blindly grope,\\nThou gav st me hope;\\nSo claim it all!\\n24", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "MY LADY.\\nAK, tKen you know Ker, you have seen\\nMy lady!\\nMy lady witK the fair sweet face;\\nAnd did you marvel at the grace\\nAnd haughtiness of such a queen.\\nCharmed by her tender winning ways,\\nAnd tones so quick at jest or praise?\\nHave 1 forgotten how 1 chid\\nMy lady?\\nThen knew I not the soul that lies\\nHidden behind those laughing eyes,\\nEyes that entreat, reproach, forbid.\\nAnd 1 repent now that 1 \u00c2\u00a3nd\\nHow wrong I was! How strangely blind!\\nAnd am I willing, now, to tell\\nMy lady\\nThe scornful words I would forget?\\nPerchance she has not heard them yet-\\nPerchance her eyes no more will dwell\\nWith friendship s light on such a one.\\nOh, were the past unsaid\u00e2\u0080\u0094 undone!\\n25", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "For full forgiveness I shall ask\\nMy lady,\\nLeaving to Ker the generous tho t,\\nNot to deal witK me as she ought,\\nBut to forgive a sorry task!\\nOh, words, ye living, haunting things,\\nSay, have ye angel s or demon s wings?\\n26", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "IN JUNE.\\nOK, slender bougK tKat ligKtly sways\\nIn time to breezes playing.\\nSay. Kave you not these summer days\\nGrown jealous of her graceful ways\\nWhen near you sKe s been straying?\\nOh, sweet-voiced bird that trills and sings,\\nHave you a note of sadness.\\nWhen her far sweeter voice outrings,\\nAnd makes you lift your little wings\\nIn wonder at Ker gladness?\\nDear baby cloud, so happy there.\\nO er the pale blue just creeping,\\nOh, tell me, would you truly care\\nTo know that much more pure and (air\\nA heart is in her keeping?\\n27", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "THE BEST ALLUS ARE ON TOP.\\nYou can alius hear folks grumblin\\nCause they never get their dues;\\nBlowin cause the other fellers\\nAre a-gettin what they choose,\\nBut there aint no use o mournin\\nAnd you might much better stop,\\nFer with men, like store potatoes,\\nThe best alius are on top.\\nWhen you re put in false positions.\\nAnd abused by lies too strong.\\nYou don t have to stand and take it.\\nLet em know that they are wrong.\\nIf folks want to kick, why, let em.\\nBut don t let em kick you out;\\nThough I wouldn t give folks chances\\nFer to start a row about.\\nThere is room fer everybody,\\nAn a place fer everyone.\\nBut you can t sit still and get there,\\nThere s some dimbm to be done,\\n28", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "And when goin up life s ladder\\nDon t let go your hold and drop,\\nWeaker ones can t pull you downward.\\nThe best alius are on top.\\nIf you can t have all, why, blame it!\\nJust take all that you can get.\\nAnd if some one else has better.\\nWhy, don t sit around and (ret;\\nJust pitch right in and tell him\\nYou re a-goin fer to win,\\nAnd don t wait fer luck to start you;\\nRoll your sleeves up and begin.\\nThis world never wastes its good things\\nOn the folks who like to rest.\\nAnd the ones who want to alius\\nCan have just the very best.\\nDon t step out cause others crowd you.\\nIf you do you ll have to stop;\\nIf folks hit you, knock em over,\\nThe best alius are on top!\\n29", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "LOVFS BLINDNESS.\\nHe wrote a ditty to his love,\\nAnd praised the fairness of her face,\\nThe sweetness of the tiny mouth.\\nAnd every dear, bewitching grace;\\nBut most of all, midst deepest sighs,\\nSad they could not be written down,\\nHe raved about his sweetheart s eyes.\\nThose dancing, glancing eyes of brown?\\nDays passed, and soon a message came,\\nI like your verses, but must stay\\nYour erring rhyming, for my eyes\\nAre not a charming brown, but gray!\\n30", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "YESTERDAY.\\nOh, the burdens we found and those we left\\nIn the vanished Yesterday!\\nHow we wearied our souls with the constant fret\\nOver cares and duties that must be met.\\nTill life of brightness was quite bereft.\\nIn the far-off Yesterday.\\nBut our hearts were light when we hailed the sun,\\nThe morning of Yesterday\\nWith every promise of peace seemed fair.\\nWe drew in hope with each breath of air.\\nThe burdens were light and quickly done\\nIn the morning of Yesterday.\\nThen a sharp reproof, unkind, unjust.\\nDimmed the light of Yesterday,\\nBut we whispered a little trustful prayer\\nThat our lips might be in the Father s care.\\nAnd the quick retort was choked in the dust\\nOn the road of Yesterday.\\nThe songs of the birds we trilled aloud\\n31", "height": "2850", "width": "2055", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "As we went on our way;\\nFor all that is best in life we sought,\\nAnd all that is dear seemed closer brought,\\nThere seemed not one dark, heavy cloud\\nIn the sky of Yesterday.\\nBut the wild storm broke, and the mad winds blew;\\nThe fierce rain dimmed the way.\\nAnd the merry song on our lips was hushed.\\nWhile the joy of the soul lay bruised and crushed.\\nFor a friend beloved had been untrue\\nEre the close of Yesterday!\\n32", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "A REPROACH.\\nIf you had loved me, dear.\\nWould you have spoken m so sharp a tone?\\nNow from my heart the dove of peace hath flown;\\nI cannot think that you would so have done.\\nIf you had loved me, dear!\\nIf you had loved me, dear.\\nYou would have that one hasty wrong forgiven,\\nOur bonds of love would still remain unriven.\\nAnd earth, as in the past, would rival heaven,\\nIf you had loved me, dear.\\nIf you had loved me, dear.\\nYour tender eyes would make your words complete.\\nWhen I had begged the old-time vow so sweet;\\nYou would not, now, my coming coldly greet.\\nIf you had loved me, dear!\\n33", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "A HUNDRED YEARS AGO.\\nA hundred years ago, my dear,\\nThe air was just as fresh and clear.\\nAs sweet-toned birds as now to hear,\\nA hundred years ago.\\nOh, then the children were as dear.\\nAnd just as naughty, too, I fear!\\nBut coats and gowns were strangely queer\\nA hundred years ago.\\nA hundred years ago today\\nWhat do you think they liked to play,\\nHide and go seek, or Pull away?\\nAnd did they \u00c2\u00a3shing go?\\nOr did they willingly obey.\\nWhen raindrops fell and skies were gray\\nIf indoors they were told to stay,\\nA hundred years ago?\\nA hundred years ago, tis true.\\nSeems very far away to you.\\nBut sands of time are slipping through\\nAs our years come and go,\\n34", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "And soon beneath these skies of blue\\nDear children very much like you\\nWill wonder what you used to do\\nA hundred years ago.\\n35", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "LIFE HATH CHARMS.\\nI bless tKe short existence Kere\\nWith all the joy of f nding\\nEach day some gladness new and dear.\\nSome tie of friendship binding.\\nOr some small hope (or coming years,\\nA glint of bright to-be.\\nDespite a few salt sorrow tears,\\nLife holds a charm for me.\\nYet death, which brings the peaceful close\\nTo all of joy and fretting;\\nWhose restful quieting repose\\nIs but a long forgetting:\\nWhose shadows are the gray of dawn\\nThe sun will cause to flee,\\nIs dear, because of sorrows gone.\\nDeath holds a charm for me.\\n36", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "A VALENTINE.\\nBrown-eyes, are you my vaientine?\\nI love you, dear!\\nTKe sun more brightly seems to shine,\\nThe night s less dark since you are mine\\nEach touch of nature seems divine.\\nLife s way is clear.\\nAnd all because I ve found you true,\\nMy brown-eyed lass!\\nWhy, now the skies are always blue,\\nAnd heav n itself has quite slipt through,\\nAnd all because of you, of you.\\nIt came to pass!\\n37", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "A MOOD.\\nHast thou not learned the lesson yet? Tis this:\\nWhen years have woven webs for history,\\nAnd thou hast learned at last the wondrous bliss\\nOf all the future-hidden mystery.\\nThou wilt have left no vacant useless space;\\nThe work that was not inished will be done\\nBy one made ready to obtain the place.\\nWhen thy full years of work and joy are gone.\\nThere is no leaf among the forest trees.\\nNo wave whose heart-beats cease upon the shore.\\nNo vagary of any summer breeze,\\nNo blade of dead grass on the earth s brown floor.\\nNo passing cloud, no snatch of robin s song.\\nAy, not of Nature s world the smallest part,\\nBut is remembered; but is missed as long\\nAs thou. Hast thou not learned how small thou art?", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE OLD WALK.\\nCome, let us steal a few years from oM Time,\\nHe IS far too quick m his ways:\\nBut the sun is as bright and the meadows as (air,\\nThe flowers as generous to the air,\\nAs they were in the dear old days.\\nTis so sweet and pleasant an afternoon\\nWe will take the old walk again.\\nAlong the road, and over the hill,\\nWandering on at our own sweet will\\nTill we reach the deep, cool glen.\\nThe little brook runs along neath the trees;\\nThe bitter-sweet bends o er to see\\nHow pretty it is in the mirror near,\\nWere we ever as vain as that, my dear,\\nIn the days that used to be?\\nWe have reached, at last, the pasture fence;\\nThey are almost worn away.\\nThe names that we cut so long ago.\\nThey were still quite deep and clear, you know.\\nWhen we came here again one day.\\n39", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "The sun sinks low; we must hasten home\\nWith the dog-wood and bitter-sweet red.\\nSee, down in[the woods the river gleams\\nLike silver, touched by the sun s last beams;\\nThe day is nearly dead.\\nAnd Father Time will lay it away\\nWith|those of the long ago.\\nWe ve been happy together this autumn day,\\nHappy, we two, in the dear, old way.\\nThat only friends can know.\\n40", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "BETTER SO.\\n(In Memory of Herbert Kay.)\\nOh, God, couldst Thou not make the burdens light,\\nOr our weak strength sufficient for the task?\\nCouldst Thou not teach us how to pray aright.\\nOr grant the gifts Thy children, Father, ask?\\nDost Thou delight to bruise an aching heart\\nAnd cause hard, bitter thoughts to rise and grow\\nIn hearts whose joyous beats come far apart?\\nOh, can it be that it is better so?\\nOh, Lord, why is the way so hard to see\\nWhen we are now so blinded by our tears.\\nWhy must the burdens all too heavy be.\\nAnd ever growing with the flight of years?\\nWhy didst Thou take the one who helped to give\\nEach scene of life a brighter, warmer glow?\\nOh, will we learn, as coming years we live.\\nThat for his sake, and ours, twas better so?\\nAre broken circles. Lord, what Thou wouldst choose\\nThan friendship s strong and firmly linked chain?\\nWas he, whose life had been most just, to lose\\n41", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "That one who broke Thy ev ry law might gain?\\nWhen time may cause the Judas to repent,\\nAnd \u00c2\u00a3nd the Cain in suppliance bent low.\\nWilt Thou forget all vengeance and relent?\\nMust we believe that it is better so?\\nOh, Father, let us only understand!\\nQuiet the heart throbs, dull the growing pain,\\nLet us forget we may not clasp his hand.\\nOr smile at his light-hearted words again.\\nNow, death for us holds not the same strange fear;\\nOh, God, in our weak, simple way we know,\\nBecause the distant Heaven seems so near\\nNow he is there, that it is better so!\\n42", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "CASTLES IN SPAIN.\\nI have castles away in Spain, you know,\\nWhere the skies are oh! so blue,\\nAnd the softest of breezes rise and blow\\nAcross the gardens where roses grow\\nAnd gay little brooks wind through.\\nAh! In the old days oft I spent\\nQuick passing hours there,\\nBut now I never can be content.\\nFor the charms of the scenes have all been spent,\\nThey are not now so fair.\\nI would give my castles m Spain for this,\\nI would barter them all away\\nFor the dreamy childhood I ever miss.\\nFor the joy of my mother s loving kiss.\\nAnd the peace of a care-free day.\\n43", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "A PASSING CLOUD.\\nThe morning of my life broke gray,\\nPortending but a dreary day:\\nOne thought alone there came to stay\\nAnd give me cheer.\\nOne ray from out the dark clouds caught,\\nWith wild, sweet happiness twas fraught,\\nAnd youth found it a hopeful thought,\\nI loved you, dear!\\nAnd now the skies fast-falling tears\\nFill me with new and greater fears;\\nHow can I brave the coming years\\nWith you not near?\\nBut should I with the wild day fret?\\nPerhaps twill brighter grow, and yet\\nTwould better be could I forget\\nI love you, dear!\\nAt sunset, if the skies are bright.\\nWhile earth lies smiling in its light,\\nWe ll gladly wait the coming night\\nWithout a fear.\\n44", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "Perhaps, when life is nearly done,\\nWith battles lost and battles won.\\nPerhaps, at setting of the sun\\nYou ll love me, dear!\\n45", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "TO BLANCHE.\\nDear little maid, so soon to pass\\nFrom your sweet girlish ways unto\\nThe dignity of woman s years,\\nI d breathe a little prayer (or you.\\nThat you may keep a trustful heart;\\nThat your grave questioning eyes may own\\nNo note of sorrow; that untruth\\nTo you may be a thing unknown.\\nThat you may live, and love your life:\\nThat joy, content, and hope be yours;\\nThat you may \u00c2\u00a3nd that blessed peace\\nThe love for Him who died assures.\\nThen would I ask, O Father mine.\\nGrant her the gifts for which I pray,\\nBut make me. Lord, as good and pure\\nAs this dear lassie is today!\\n46", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "DREAMS.\\nOh, the dreams that come at sunset\\nAnd abide until the dawn!\\nI forget the weary toiling\\nFrom day s close till night is gone.\\nWhen earth glides to meet the starlight\\nThey come softly to my soul.\\nAnd to give them place, the sorrows\\nFrom my wearied spirit roll.\\nOh, the dreams, not faint and flitting.\\nBut life, strength and peace for me,\\nAre they sent by watchful angels?\\nAre they given, God, by Thee?\\nFor I could not lift the burdens.\\nHad I not these heav nly gleams,\\nClaim, slaves of the world, your gainings.\\nNaught can take from me my dreams.\\n47", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "A VALENTINE.\\nWhat need Kave I to send you painted roses,\\nBordered with dainty colored silk and lace?\\nFor not the crimson of a flower that grows is\\nSo fair as the faint blushes on your face.\\nAnd your pure brow would look as snow by ashes\\nIf the white lace were laid against your hair,\\nAnd should you lift those pretty jealous lashes\\nYour eyes would make the soft bright silk less fair.\\nThe song which lay behind the dainty cover\\nCould not one half my heart thoughts tell quite\\ntrue.\\nAnd were I gifted as no other lover.\\nStill I could write no song so sweet as you!\\n48", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "MY APRIL LADY.\\n1 only know, oh! lady (air,\\nThat you are dear to me,\\nAnd yet at times, I do declare.\\nYou re very queer to me:\\nFor oft you meet me with a frown,\\nThen bid me not depart.\\nTo solve so sweet a mystery\\nIs trying on my heart.\\nThough I have wondered why and how\\nYou are so queer to me.\\nPerhaps the reason tis that now\\nYou are so dear to me.\\nI doubt, my April lady, you re\\nAs easy to explain\\nAs why the sunny skies of Spring\\nSmile, frown, and smile again.\\n49", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "W ORDS.\\nThink them unspoken, (or quick angry words\\nAre not the sign of winter in the heart.\\nBut as some sudden gust of summer-time\\nGrasps from the bough of its new life a part,\\nAnd flings the tattered glossy green away\\nWhere none will look and wonder that they die\\nSo long before late Autumn s winds breathe cold,\\nAnd to the South belated swallows fly;\\nSo comes the shadow of the summer storm\\nFilling the foolish, coward heart with (ears.\\nAnd then departing quickly as it comes,\\nLeaves a glad calm to pay for all the tears.\\n50", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "TO JANET.\\nIf I might bring\\nA bit of Spring\\nA bunch of many a new born violet\\nIt would not be more sweet than thou, Janet,\\nOf whom I sing.\\nIf I but knew\\nWhere roses grew\\nIn tints with which thy own fair cheeks might blend\\nThey d bear the greeting that I seek to send\\nMy lady true.\\nWere power mine\\nThis to divine\\nThe secret of young Cupid s magic art,\\nI d take thy own, and give thee, dear, my heart,\\nThy valentine.\\n51", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "SWEET ENGLISH ROSE.\\nSweet English rose, left here with. me\\nTo bring back dreams of happier^times.\\nLeft by a friend for thoughts of thee,\\nAnd of a village by the sea.\\nAnd my England,\\nDear old England,\\nFairest of all fair climes.\\nAh, thorns, sharp thorns! I should have known\\nHow brief a time when I forget\\nThe thorn-pricks of both life and flowers!\\nRemembering the happy hours\\nIn old England,\\nDear old England,\\nWhere the roses blossom yet.\\nAll but one Rose, one sweet wild Rose,\\nWho IS lying by the sea.\\nWhere the soft winds sigh above her\\nAs if they still miss and love her,\\nAnd her England,\\n52", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Dearold England,\\nWhere I never more will be.\\nIt IS crushed now, little wild rose.\\nBut more fragrant than before.\\nEre its death, like my Rose grieving,\\nWould both heart and soul be leavmg\\nIn old England,\\nDear old England,\\nWith the one she loved still more.\\nWild Rose, wild Rose, long the years seem.\\nLong since I left England s shore!\\nDo you know, wild rose, there dying,\\nI had given up all sighing\\nFor my England,\\nDear old England,\\nTill YOU tore my heart once more?\\n53", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "THE SEA OF FATE.\\nFrom out the grasping, cruel waves of fate\\nThere comes a cry of awful agony,\\nAnd none to save: the waters soon will still\\nThat piteous wail for rescue from the sea.\\nOh, fate, so often calm and brightly fair,\\nThy gurgling laughter s but to still the cries\\nOf the poor soul who sees thy smiling face.\\nSoon learns to fear thee, struggles then and dies!\\n54", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE WINDS.\\nThe North Wind raves in his tyranny,\\nAnd madly shrieks as he flies by me;\\nNo tender smiles, but many a frown\\nFrom the heavy clouds that he throws down:\\nAnd I shiver as on life s way I go.\\nLike the leafless trees, tossed to and (ro,\\nWhile the North Wind shrieks till I know but fear.\\nJ The words so merciless I must hear:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Life is a struggle: give up and die!\\nNo sorrows can trouble the dead who lie\\nWithin the shelter of those thick walls\\nWhich are safer by far than marble halls,\\nGive up! Give up! is the North Wind s cry:\\nGive up the struggle! Give up, and die.\\n55", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "The East Wind moans as he creeps around.\\nIn search for rest where none is found;\\nAnd so to me he comes and cries,\\nThe world is cold to all our sighs,\\nAll IS but sorrow; we moan today.\\nWill weep tomorrow, and yesterday\\nWas but a hideous dream come true,\\nTis a dreary life we are going through.\\nWhat comfort is gained in art and song?\\nIn search (or right, and avoiding wrong?\\nThe world is gray, for the bright sunrise\\nWas soon o ershadowed before our eyes.\\nAnd the dampening chill of the misty air\\nIs the cast to be modelled and called Despair!\\n56", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "But the West Wind, sturdy old friend is he,\\nShouts these brave words in his boist rous glee.\\nFight on! The world is a cowardly foe;\\nWe ll wm our battles wherever we go.\\nHeed not the sorrow and wrong today,\\nCome over the hills with me! Away\\nWhere life is bright: one glad sweet song,\\nThe days too short, and the pleasures long!\\nSo rough is he that I fall at times\\nAs he hurries me on m his toilsome climbs.\\nBut we \u00c2\u00a3ght our way through the world, until\\nWe have conquered the braggard Fate, and still\\nThe West Wind shouts in his merry glee,\\nOn, on for another victory!\\n57", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "Just then the South Wind sweet and slow\\nWhispers so tenderly, Do not go;\\nFor you have conquered enough; now rest\\nAnd peace and gladness for you are best.\\nAnd he gently speaks m accents low\\nOf lands where all things lovely grow,\\nWhile I dream on, as the South Wind dear,\\nSmgs the melodies sweet which I long to hear.\\nAnd tells of the castles across the sea.\\nAnd the wonderful pleasures in store for me.\\nTill I forget the wearisome past,\\nThe warfare and hopelessness over at last.\\nTime on his journeyings quickly slips\\nWhile the South Wind kisses my trembling lips.\\n58", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE ROBIN S SONG.\\nOh, foolish robin, thinking that you sing\\nA song of beauty new to this one Spring\\nAs on the tiny branch you sway and swing.\\nA song of skies that pulse in veins of dew.\\nOf fluffy clouds with sunshine drifting through\\nTo melt m yellow buttercups that grew\\nAs fair last year, when skies were just as bright.\\nThe sun as golden, and the clouds as white.\\nAnd other robins sang with all their might.\\nKnow, too, another bird did come this way\\nAnd resting there did sing that self same lay\\nYou think so new, a year ago today.\\n59", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "THE CYCLONE.\\nThe sun gold-covered town and \u00c2\u00a3eld alike tKat day\\nin June,\\nAnd all the birds were silent lest they might not be\\nm tune\\nWith Mother Nature s music as she crooned a lullaby.\\nTo the swaying of the cradle earth beneath a daz-\\nzling sky.\\nOne looked above, then closed his eyes and reeled\\nbeneath the blue.\\nAnd when the song was ended none of her children\\nknew;\\nAnd all that broke the stillness was a wind that seemed\\nto know\\nJust what to whisper to the corn that made it mad\\nto grow.\\nSlowly the heavy sun sank lower, lower in the sky.\\nThe breeze was only breathing now and then a little\\nsigh.\\nAnd then there came a breathless space, more hushed\\nthan all the day,\\n60", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "When awful stillness reigned and then as quickly\\nfled away.\\nA sudden gust of passion from the angry, jealous\\ncloud,\\nA moment when beneath its fury man and nature\\nbowed.\\nThen darkness, dread confusion, an awful threatening\\nroar\\nThat changed to \u00c2\u00a3endish exultation when its work\\nwas o er.\\nAnd when its rage had passed, its passion spent, what\\ntold the tale?\\nThe waste of homes, of thrift and toil, aye, more\\nthan all the wail\\nThat rose from lips of those made desolate by loved\\nones dead;\\nSad Rachels weeping for their children, and uncom-\\nforted.\\n61", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "A SONG.\\nOK! we were friends togetKer,\\nEach found the other true,\\nWith neither caring whether\\nThe skies were gray or blue;\\nShe was my prairie princess,\\nWith wild, sweet, wilful ways;\\nShe ruled, she led, she loved me\\nThrough all those happy days.\\nOh! we were friends together.\\nNow neath the changing skies\\nThrough fair and stormy weather.\\nMy prairie princess lies,\\nWhere no fond kiss can wake her.\\nNo whisper make her stir;\\nAnd all my peace and gladness\\nI buried there with her.\\n62", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "SPRING S UPON US.\\nThe trees and flowers are budding early.\\nAnd bird notes sound from woodlands clearly,\\nThe heart of winter s broken nearly;\\nSpring s upon us.\\nAnd while the streets are yet quite slushy\\nThe housewife starts with pail and brush the\\nCleaning, while cold milk and mush, she\\nSprings upon us!\\nWhen cleaning s done we re meek and lowly.\\nYet greet one man with words unholy\\nWhen the past winter s bill for coal he\\nSprings upon us.\\nAnd owing to this lack of mercies\\nThe poet is received with curses\\nWhen he would tell us in his verses\\nSpring s upon us!\\n63", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "Copyrighted, 1900, by the author.\\n^107", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "^^-^t.\\naV r^\\n4", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "^o^", "height": "2808", "width": "2024", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2808", "width": "2087", "jp2-path": "fromprairies00krak_0072.jp2"}}