{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3604", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nCliap.- Copyright No\\nfr\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "LYMAN H. SPROULL.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "In the Lund of the Columbine\\nBY\\nLYMAN H. SPROULL,\\nAuthor of -Snowy Summits, Camp and Cottage,\\nLines by Laini)li ilit.\\nCHICAGO, ILL.\\nSCROLL PUBLISHING COMPANY.\\n1900", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Copyrighted, 1900\\nby\\nLyman H. Sproull.\\n34997\\nLibrary of Congrees\\nTwo COPtES ReCEJVEO\\nJUL 23 1900\\nS\u00c2\u00a3CUND COPY.\\n0\u00c2\u00ab(\u00c2\u00abver\u00c2\u00ab(4 t\u00c2\u00ab\\nORDER DIVISION,\\nJUL 27 19U0\\n66334", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "TO\\nWINFIELD L. SCOTT.\\nI take pleasure, my dear friend, in dedica-\\nting tliis book to you, not only as an ex-\\npression of friendship, but in memory of the\\nfew happy weeks we spent together in the\\ncanons and among the peaks of Colorado.\\nL. H. S.\\nCripple Creek. July, 1899.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nColorado,\\nI. Nooks of Nature.\\nPrelude.\\nEvenin^i,\\nPaths of Childhood.\\nMorning at the Ranch,\\nFamiliar Phantoms.\\nThe Close of Day,\\nIn Darkness.\\nFootprints of Time,\\nThe Grove at Sunset.\\nSong,\\nII. Quatrains.\\nTh\u00c2\u00ab Isle of Clouds,\\nAmbition.\\nThe iMornuis; Star,\\nOutdoor Industry,\\nThe Goal of Happiness,\\nMoonrise on the Plains,\\nThe March of Winds,\\nDawn.\\nDew-drops.\\nThe Past,\\nThe Banks of Summer.\\nThis Life,\\nPath of Cobwebs,\\nThe Sense of Right.\\nThe Listening Roses.\\nThe Benighted Soul,\\nUnder the Pines,\\nThe Rust of Idleness.\\nA Summer Moon,\\nThe Rain.\\nJewels of the Soul.\\nRain Clouds,\\nThe Wild Rose,\\nThe Unattainable,\\nColorado Whirlwinds,\\nThe Cherry Tree,\\nTrue Gold,\\nThe Mountain King,\\nA Bloom From Antiquity.\\nThe Poets.\\nDreams of Love.\\nWinter Nights,\\nFlying Clouds,\\nThe Fountains of the Worlds\\nThe Knd ePS Chain,\\nApproaching Night,\\nHuman Judges.\\nOwnershiji,\\nPAGES\\n13\\n27", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "PAGES\\nThe Sea of Soiio,\\n45\\nThe Thouohts of God,\\n46\\nTo Mture,\\n46\\nDeiith,\\n46\\nThe North Star,\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a047\\nThe Path of Ancestry.\\n47\\nThe Real,\\n47\\nThe Diiy of a Sage.\\n48\\nThe First Star,\\n48\\nBisot.\\n48\\nYour Model.\\n49\\nThe Sun Never Waits,\\n49\\nThe All-life.\\n49\\nThe ^Sliser,\\n50\\nThe Slave,\\n50\\nAmbition s Palace,\\n50\\nThe Step of Death,\\n51\\nThe waves,\\n51\\nThe False and the True,\\n51\\nIII. Parlor Theories of the Globe.\\nIV. Songs from Mountain Lands.\\nPrelude,\\nMorning.\\nOn the Mountain-side,\\nThe Death of Autumn.\\nA Colorado Night,\\nThe Mountain,\\nNature s Poets.\\nThe Wind,\\nTwilight,\\nAutumn,\\nSong,\\nV. Sun and Shadow.\\nSong,\\nTonight,\\nRock. Boat, Rock Away,\\nThe Passing of Death.\\nGood-night,\\nGod at Work,\\nLove is a Flower,\\nThe CJrove in Winter,\\nThe Bees and the Bear,\\nThis World,\\nThe Day of Life,\\nGod s Flowers,\\nEach Day is a Life,\\nThe Flower,\\nA Sand Storm,\\nMemorial Day,\\nEvening Shadows,\\nLuna s Housekeeping,\\nA December Day,\\nThe Prayer,\\nEchoes,\\nSong,\\n55\\n87\\n91\\n92\\n93\\n95\\n96\\n97\\n98\\n99\\n99\\n100\\n101\\n102\\n103\\n104\\n105\\n106\\n107\\n108\\n1C9\\n110\\n111\\n112", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "COLORADO.\\nFair land of the columbine land where lies\\nThe soft, warm wealth of the sun-filled skies,\\nWhere the long, green slopes of the needled pines,\\nAre alive to the touch of the flowing winds,\\nAnd the mesas break on the mountain pass\\nWith their perfumed, wind-swept tides of grass.\\nGreat jutting spurs with their buttes below;\\nDead craters sealed with their ice and snow,\\nHigh cliffs where the pinons drop their nuts\\nBy the rocky trail, in the granite ruts,\\nWhere the summer torrents sweep and leap\\nFrom the arching brow of the dizzy steep\\nTo the gorge below\\nStill, desolate plains,\\nWhich thirst for a drink from the seldom rains;\\nWhere the drifting clouds, with their great white\\nwings.\\nLift up from the level like living things.\\nTo change and scatter and fade away\\nIn the warm, blue depths of the passing day.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Unancliored from the frozen hearts\\nOf men among our moneyed marts,\\nWe spread our sail and (/lide alonf/\\nThe siveet celestial sea. of song.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "PART L\\nNOOKS OF NATURE.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "NOOKS OF NATURE.\\nPRELUDE.\\nI\\nDim nooks in the woodland which sleep in the haze\\nOf the soft Indian summer enwrapping the crest\\nOf the low mountains lying thro still sunny days\\nLike a land in a dream- builded haven of rest\\nWhere the sun looking in thro the dim woody ways,\\nDrops down like a flame-ridden world in the west.\\nji\\nGreen isles of the tropics which, pillowed in foam,\\nSleep on with their da3 -d reaming, moss-streaming trees,\\nWhere the wild, wary natives of solitude roam\\nThro the hush of the jungle, or gaze o er the seas\\nWhich shine softly before them, where headed for home,\\nThe sail of the trader is spread to the breeze.\\nIll\\nHushed places hid deep in the mid-summer hills\\nWhere the vine and the wine-tinted roses amass.\\nWhere the sun intermingles with fountains and rills\\nAnd the bloom-sprinkled, wind-wrinkled meadows of\\ngrass\\nWhere the lilt of the songster is heard as she builds\\nTo fill you and thrill you wherever you pass.\\nIV\\nLow land of the prairies where sunset so oft\\nLies banked gainst the groves on the grass-scented\\nplain\\nWhere the light- breasted, bright-crested singer aloft.\\nPours forth his glad song in the day s lurid wane;\\nAnd the hush in the twilight of branches is soft.\\nWhere the bush is a-tremble with jewels of rain.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "20 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nV\\nDark forests which rest like the clouds of the fall,\\nWhere the far polar mornings, in glory enrolled.\\nBlaze over the sea-bounded, ice-rounded wall,\\nAnd burnish the age-beaten monarchs with gold,\\nWhere the ring of the ax and the thud of the maul\\nAre unknown to the peace- breathing children of cold.\\nVI\\nWhite summits, sharp broken, which pierce the abode\\nOf the soft shining clusters of stars which are pinned\\nTo the light-rifted, night lifted curtains of God,\\nWhile the deep-dreaming shadows of twilight descend\\nTo the plains with their bison-tracked, weather-cracked\\nsod\\nOverrun by the wild, fleeing wolves of the wind.\\nVII\\nFair nooks of Dame Nature enchanting, divine\\nDim haunts in the bird-raided, fir-shaded glen;\\nThe land of the palm and the land of the pine.\\nWhich call us away from the strivings of men.\\nTo rove in the wilds of the rose and the vine.\\nAnd rest in our God-given Eden again.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "NOOKS OF NA I URE. 21\\nEVENING.\\nSunset lingers thro the town,\\nAnd those tow ring peaks of white,\\nStanding twixt the day and night,\\nCast their shadows, looking down\\nLooking down and o er the parks,\\nLonely in the mountain land.\\nWhere the kindled pinons stand,\\nAnd the wild coyote barks.\\nHigh above the town and higher.\\nDrifts the smoke in dreamy light.\\nWhile the western windows bright.\\nBlaze and burn with sunset s fire.\\nCut.in wastes of shining snow\\nRound the aspen clumps and pines,\\nLong the trail descends and winds,\\nLeading to the town below.\\near the zenith, blue and cold.\\nHeaven s silvery moon is hung,\\nWith her gems the snows among,\\nWhile the west has hid her gold.\\nDarker yet the shadows fall,\\nFloating, fading into night.\\nWhile the mountains, vast and white,\\nCast a orrandeur over all.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nPATHS OF CHILDHOOD.\\nPaths of childhood\\nLeading thro\\nGroves and meadows\\nKissed with dew;\\nEver onward,\\nOn and on,\\nThro youth rosy\\nReach of dawn.\\nO er the gardens.\\nThro the corn,\\nCame the fragrant\\nBreatli of morn\\nFrom the woodland\\nSwept the song\\nOut of bird- land\\nAll day long\\nDying only\\nWhen the sun\\nO er the western\\nAVorld was one.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "NOOKS OF NATURE. 23\\nMORNING AT THE RANCH.\\nThe gate of morning slowly opes\\nTo spread the soft and radiant change\\nOf dawn upon the rugged slopes,\\nWhich form the distant snowy range.\\nFar on the height the early light\\nCreeps down the pines, along the snow,\\nTo rescue from the grasp of night.\\nThe aspens on the parks below.\\nDown at the ranch the huddled sheep\\nSnuff at the breeze which fills the morn.\\nWhile softly on the fleecy heap\\nThe infant smiles of day are born\\nThe shepherd dogs along the sheds,\\nStroll with the light upon their breast.\\nAnd turn their knowing, clear-cut heads,\\nTo where their charge is still at rest.\\nFar thro the chilly mountain air\\nThey sight the Spanish Range aglow,\\nWhile on their backs the ruffled hair\\nBetrays the wind from off the snow.\\nVast summits, looming from the plain,\\nWhere breaks the airy flood of light\\nAgainst the tow ring mountain chain\\nAs breaking on the wall of night.\\nNow from their dewy beds the flocks\\nString out along the rocky ways.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "24 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nWind up the bills, around the rocks,\\nTo face the sun s bewildering blaze.\\nHow soon the mountain land s astir!\\nHow soon the bright ning parkland fills\\nWith tinkling bells, which, faint and far,\\nChase echoes thro the pinon hills.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "NOOKS OF NATURE. 25\\nFAMILIAR PHANTOMS.\\nWhen the night draws in from the eastern plain,\\nAnd the day steals out to the western peaks,\\nI watch by my cabin again again\\nI see the mist-phantoms crawl up the creeks.\\nThey go where the night- winds bid them go,\\nFar up the canons, a wind-swept flock.\\nIn dark browed gulches and clefts below.\\nThey roost with the shadows on shelves of rock.\\nWhen the light steals in from the eastern plain.\\nAnd the night goes out by the western peaks,\\nI watch by my cabin again again\\nThe white winged phantoms sail down the creeks.\\nSo pale and so ghostly, they face the day,\\nBlown out from the canons, they crowd and pour;\\nAnd glide on the waters as banks of gray,\\nOr trail o er the willows along the shore.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "26 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINK.\\nTHE CLOSE OF DAY.\\nThe day wheels overhead and spills\\nIts life along the jagged west,\\nWhere hangs the sun s vermillion nest\\nIn clouds above the purple hills.\\nOutlined as^ainst the orange walls\\nOf sunset, and the ashen cloud,\\nThe mountains stand serene and proud,\\nTo watch the even as she falls.\\nNow blending with each varied change,\\nThe vast day settles out of sight\\nA boundless, soundless sea of light\\nAnd twilight veils the outmost range.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "NOOKS OF NATURE. 27\\nIN DARKNESS.\\nThe daylight steals from out my room\\nSo softly, shyly steals away\\nThin, ragged edges of the day,\\nWhich night weaves in her gown of gloom,\\nMy shadow fades upon the wall,\\nGrim Silence wraps her web around\\nThe dead, delivered breath of sound,\\nAnd darkness settles over all.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "28 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nFOOTPRINTS OF TIME,\\nHe wisely readeth Nature\\nIn every age and clime,\\nWho traces by his footprints\\nThe works of Father Time.\\nHe finds them in the sunset\\nAnd in the morning s blush;\\nHe finds them in the tempest\\nAnd in the Sabbath hush.\\nThey mark the grassy hillside,\\nThe valley land below,\\nThey track the perfumed forest,\\nThe tow ring peak of snow.\\nThe rocks contain the mystery\\nOf life in other days,\\nWhich opened give the history\\nOf Time s recorded ways.\\nThe moon and stars above him,\\nAlong their orbits hurled.\\nBespeak the wondrous story\\nWhich fills the baby world.\\nThe struggling souls about him,\\nWith thoughts and feeling rife,\\nHe sees as soldiers tramping\\nThe upward march of Life.\\nThe storm, the flood, the season,\\nThe change in brute and man\\nTo him are Time s unfolding\\nOf God s evolving plan.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "NOOKS OF NATURE. 29\\nTHE GROVE AT SUNSET.\\nThe grove has donned the rosy blush\\nOf distant sunset sky,\\nAnd dropped to sweet and solemn hush\\nBefore my watchful eye.\\nThe birds are settling in the nest,\\nV/ith sleepy eyes, which close\\nTo dream of visions in the west,\\nAnd colors in the rose.\\nFrom gold to amber dyinj? out\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe sunset, fading fast\\nWith fragments of its tints about,\\nTill twiliffht falls at last.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "30 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nSONG.\\nSlumber, love, beneath the leaves.\\nSlumber with thy dreams;\\nSlumber while the night- wind grieves\\nNeath the starry beams;\\nSlumber when the ev ning dies;\\nSlumber at the dawn;\\nSlumber with thy closed eyes;\\nSlumber, slumber on.\\nSlumber in thy narrow home\\nWhile the flowers blow;\\nSlumber when the northers come\\nWith their freight of snow;\\nSlumber with thy humble trust\\nIn the loving One;\\nSlumber into sacred dust;\\nSlumber, slumber on", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "PART II.\\nQUATRAINS.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "QUATRAINS.\\nTHE ISLE OF CLOUDS.\\nAt blush of sunset now do I behold\\nA cloud-built island filled with rose and gold,\\nWhile all around it lies a cold blue sea\\nOf ether, starless, motionless, and cold.\\nAMBITION.\\nThe day rekindles into tlame\\nAmbition the desire for fame\\nWhile night is filled with softer beams\\nWhere lost ambition finds no name.\\nS\\nTHE MORNING STAR.\\nUpon the forehead of the earlj^ dawn,\\nEre yet the sun from flaming depths had risen,\\nI watched it, asking, Has some dear one, gone.\\nHung me this signal from the porch of heaven?", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "34 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nOUTDOOR INDUSTRY.\\nI muse, half dreaming, on the scented grass:\\nWhat thoughts these sights, these murmurings suggest!\\nHere, bee by bee, the freights of honey pass.\\nThere, bird b}^ bird, twig-timber for a nest.\\nJ\\nTHE GOAL OF HAPPINESS.\\nThe goal of Happiness, resembles, friend.\\nThe buried treasure of the bow we chase.\\nFor when we ve journeyed to the rainbow s end\\nAlas! tis faded or has changed its place.\\nJ^\\nMOONRISE ON THE PLAINS.\\nFrom out the depths of atmosphere.\\nThe full, rich moon ascends to sit\\nUpon the level plains so near.\\nThe lone coyote speaks to it.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "QUATRAINS. 35\\nTHE MARCH OF WINDS\\nI pause to hear the march of winds\\nAcross the fields of sounding pines,\\nAgainst the flame-pierced clouds, that swoon\\nFar down the sullen afternoon.\\nDAWN.\\nWe find between the wrong and right,\\nA struggling conscience born,\\nAs ever twixt the day and night,\\nWe see the tints of morn\\nDEW-DROPS.\\nAs dew-drops tremble on the flower.\\nSwayed by the gentle breeze of even.\\nSo minutes tremble on the hour.\\nStirred by the moving stars of heaven,", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "36 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nTHE PAST.\\nThe door is closed, but the specter stands\\nBy Memory s window with beckoning hands,\\nAnd gazes back with a longing gaze.\\nOn the blighted meadows of other days.\\nTHE BANKS OF SUMMER.\\nThe warm, right bank of summer, lined with buds\\nAnd nodding flowers of the scented June;\\nWhile on her left bank stand the smoky woods\\nOf tinted autumn in the silent noon.\\nTHIS LIFE.\\nLive this life right; what if it be the last,\\nTwill do no harm, if there be millions more;\\nTo-day is better for a good day past,\\nEach morrow hinges on the day before.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "QUATRAINS. 37\\nPATH OF COBWEBS.\\nAcross the stubble and the aftermath,\\nSet thick in shadow, where the spiders spun\\nWe see at even a wide, woven path\\nOf cobwebs, reaching to the half-hid sun.\\nTHE SENSE OF RIGHT.\\nWork out your scanty sense of right;\\nIt may be wrong, but your desire\\nTo do the right, to gain the light.\\nWill raise you higher, bring you nigher\\nTHE LISTENING ROSES.\\nThe flame of sunset fills the bush,\\nWhere roses, red and white.\\nAre listening in the even hush\\nTo catch the step of night.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "38 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nTHE BENIGHTED SOUL.\\nAs Noah s dove from out the sullen dark\\nOf sad, subsiding waters, brought its leaf,\\nShall this lone soul returning to the ark,\\nCarry a token of departing grief\\nUNDER THE PINES.\\nThe tints of even now are gone;\\nAbove me I can hear the winds\\nMove in their cone-beds, while the night\\nIs softly settling thro the pines.\\nTHE RUST OF IDLENESS.\\nThere is a rust in idleness,\\nWhich, long upon the conscience lain,\\nTwill take a stronger hand than ours\\nTo brighten up this life again.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "QUATRAINS. _J^\\nA SUMMER MOON.\\nMidnight a round belated moon\\nDim dawn: a pallid satellite on high\\nPast sunrise: one dim, silvery shield\\nHung midway on the western sky.\\nTHE RAIN.\\nWho has not heard the happy feet of rain\\nDance to the windy flutes which fill the night!\\nStop short; and then dance, joyous, on again\\nAcross the shingles in a dream s delight.\\nJEWELS OF THE SOUL.\\nAs the gems along the shoal.\\nMirrored in the water nigh.\\nSo the jewels of the soul\\nAre reflected in the eye.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "40 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nRAIN CLOUDS.\\nBlack clouds which, anchored by the ram,\\nFade out before day s gaudy glare,\\nOr hovering o er the sunset wane,\\nDrop cables thro the ocean air.\\nTHE WILD ROSE.\\nDeep in the shadowed woodland hall,\\nShe sits mid banks of bloom and bud.\\nTo watch the soft, sweet sunlight fall\\nThro dark blue windows of the wood.\\nJ-\\nTHE UNATTAINABLE.\\nWe measure the land and we sound the sea;\\nWe weigh the worlds and the stars discover.\\nBut the reach of Space and Eternity\\nRemain un probed, and as grand as ever.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "QUATRAINS. 41\\nCOLORADO WHIRLWINDS.\\nThe heavens whip their tops of wind\\nFrom cords of lightning o er the plain,\\nAVhile rolling, thundering close behind,\\nThe Storm-god wheels his Cart of Rain,\\nTHE CHERRY TREE.\\nOutlined against the woodland gloom,\\nWe sight the dainty cherry tree;\\nA perfumed cloud of spotless bloom.\\nWhich breaks its bread to bird and bee.\\nTRUE GOLD.\\nTrue gold is never old, for when\\nIt meets the flame tis young again;\\nAnd so true love is ever young\\nWhile shining in the hearts of men.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "42 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nTHE MOUNTAIN KING.\\nHis crown is snow; his robes are sun;\\nBedecked with flowers wild and sweet,\\nHe has the wind to sing his songs,\\nAnd lauffhino^ brook to wash his feet.\\nJ\\nA BLOOM FROM ANTIQUITY.\\nOnce dreaming idly o er a poet s page,\\nForgotten on the misty shelf of age,\\nA rose burst forth, and lo! what perfumed wealth\\nCame floating from the garden of the Sage!\\nTHE POETS.\\nGod blesses us in every light\\nAnd fills our trusting souls with song;\\nYes, fills our hearts when they are right,\\nBut empties them when they are wrong.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "QUATRAINS. 43\\nDREAMS OF LOVE.\\nWhen dreams of love illume the face\\nUntil it glows with fervent fire,\\nBehold! a messao^e comes of peace\\nAlong the soul s electric wire.\\nWINTER NIGHTS.\\nHow many a lover on such nights as these,\\nHas stood, half-dreaming, on some winter crest.\\nTo watch the moon among the naked trees\\nHang like an unpiucked orange in the west.\\nFLYING CLOUDS.\\nWhite barks which thro the ocean air.\\nSpeed on before the lashing winds,\\nTo pass thro mountain gaps afar,\\nOr founder on the upland pines.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "44 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nTHE FOUNTAIN OF THE WORLDS.\\nIs there a fountain where the worlds\\nGush forth and, flowing, fill the brink\\nOf Universe where mong the pearls\\nThe o^ods kneel down to drink?\\nTHE ENDLESS CHAIN.\\nThe chain of endeavor, which man must ever\\nCount link after link, will never be run;\\nWe hope, we aspire, we wish, we desire.\\nBut we stand no nearer the end when done.\\nAPPROACHING NIGHT.\\nThe sunset s fire has kindled all the pines\\nWhich brotv the red cliffs bathing in the light,\\nWhile softly whispering come the cool, crisp winds\\nWith drowsy tidings of approaching night.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "QUATRAINS. 45\\nHUMAN JUDGES.\\nWe judge the world from benches of our own.\\nAnd earth to us is what we are to earth;\\nWe see no heights beyond our mental zone,\\nAnd weigh no qualities beyond our worth.\\ne^\\nOWNERSHIP.\\nThese acres here do not belong to me;\\nBy no man s law can I proclaim them mine;\\nBut j^onder chains of purple peaks we see,\\nAre mine by nature and by right divine.\\nTHE SEA OF SONG.\\nUnanchored from the frozen hearts\\nOf men among our moneyed marts.\\nWe spread our sail and glide along\\nThe sweet celestial sea of sona:.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "46 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nTHE THOUGHTS OF GOD.\\nThe thoughts of God are mapped on every wing\\nOf bird or insect which creation knows;\\nExpressed in every living form and thing,\\nAnd printed on the leaves of every rose.\\nJ\\nTO NATURE.\\nTo nature and to nature s God,\\nOh, may I ever loyal prove;\\nPortrayer of her seas and sod.\\nAnd sins^er of her worlds above.\\nDEATH.\\nTo some death seems a kind of moat around\\nLife s city, where the fallen souls, denied\\nGod s drawbridge, twinkle in the depths profound.\\nAnd watch the few lights gain the other side.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "QUATRAINS. 47\\nTHE NORTH STAR.\\nFar in the northern portico\\nOf heaven thro the quiet night,\\nShe watches till the morning s glow,\\nAnd then, retiring, snuffs her light.\\nTHE PATH OF ANCESTRY.\\nA million sepulchres are laid\\nAs stepping stones, which leading up\\nFrom out the mist of ages, stop\\nFor me to fill the next grave made.\\nTHE REAL.\\nThe bloom which quickly fades and dies.\\nOur hearts most truly love and prize;\\nThe flower which stands in sculptured stone,\\nRemains unloved, unsought, alone.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "48 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nTHE DAY OF A SAGE.\\nThe day of a sage adds more to time\\nThan the life of a savage tribe;\\nAnd a kind word spoken is more sublime\\nThan the books of a cynic scribe.\\nTHE FIRST STAR.\\nFar distant sun! heroic star!\\nWho dares to plant his camp-fire light\\nTo twinkle on the dim frontier,\\nIn that vast wilderness of night.\\nBIGOT.\\nThe one whose mind-horizon lies\\nBut little way beyond his eyes,\\nIs oft the one who thinks he sees\\nFar into Heaven s mysteries.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "QUATRAINS. 49\\nYOUR MODEL.\\nChoose but the best in everything;\\nYour model should be high;\\nAnd nothing short of the divine\\nShould ever satisfy.\\nTHE SUN NEVER WAITS.\\nThe sun never waits for the praises of rnan,\\nBut pulls up the curtain of day,\\nWhile man ever waits for the clapping of hands.\\nEre he starts with his next little play.\\nTHE ALL-LIFE.\\nIt rears the spheres in the heavens above,\\nWhere the banners of God are furled,\\nAnd it fills and it thrills and it clothes the hills\\nOf this beautiful star-born world.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "50 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nTHE MISER.\\nSad, slavish soul, that might be free!\\nHard, hoarding, grasping hands which use\\nThis part of God s eternity\\nIn heaping up what they must lose.\\nTHE SLAVE.\\nI pity him whose narrow view\\nMakes him a Godless slave\\nTo gold, which may be taken to,\\nBut not beyond the grave.\\nAMBITION S PALACE.\\nThe glittering palace which Ambition rears,\\nA distant goal thro all our youthful 3 ears,\\nBecomes an empty, echo-haunted shell\\nWhen we ve attained it with our orold and tears.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "QUATRAINS. 51\\nTHE STEP OF DEATH.\\nThe step of Death is heard upon the stair;\\nThe door swings slowly, while we see the night\\nThrust dusky fingers in the tumbled hair,\\nAnd bid the world sink softly out of sight.\\nTHE WAVES.\\nThe silent waves which race the restless main,\\nHave sealed within their bosom, song and speech\\nQt sirens, which they liberate again,\\nIn plaintive music on the pebbly beach.\\nTHE FALSE AND THE TRUE.\\nAmbition earthly, with the clay.\\nMoulds faces withered in a day;\\nAmbition Heavenly, with the truth.\\nMoulds faces which retain their j Outh.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "PART III.\\nPARLOR THEORIES OF THE GLOBE.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "PARLOR THEORIES OF THE GLOBE.\\nA company of young people collect at the home of an enter-\\ntaining- aunt for an evening s discussion of some of the\\nlate theories of the globe.\\nPersons Harvey, poet-philosopher, lately returned from a\\nsummer s outing. His brother and sister, George and\\nAnna; Jenny, an admirer of the young poet, and hei\\nbrother Willis.\\nLocality The cottage parlor.\\nPresent George, Anna, Willis, Jenny, and the Aunt.\\nGeo.\\nWell, here we are, Aunt Mary quite a school\\nWe make, indeed, of young philosophers.\\nWe come to probe, discuss and study out\\nThe whys and icherefores of our little globe,\\nExplaining things quite unexplainable,\\nAnd proving something of their nothingness.\\nAunt Mary.\\nAnd where is Harvey you invited him;\\nOur party s incomplete without a poet.\\nAnna.\\nHe said he d come, but I have learned of late\\nTo know that he is not reliable.\\nHe is my brother, and, of course, I think\\nThe world of him but then it seems to me.\\nAll poets much prefer the pale faced moon\\nTo lighted parlors filled with happy friends.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "56 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nThey wander out on quiet nights like this,\\nBy lonely ways to shun the face of man\\nIn fact the face of every smiling thing\\nTo go companion with the lonely winds,\\nAnd gaze upon that orb in which they see\\nSights out of sight to others.\\nGeo.\\nNever mind,\\nLet s start the ball a-roUing. We ll enjoy\\nOurselves while poets gaze upon the moon;\\nWe are philosophers^ come to debate\\nThose weighty questions which concern our globe.\\nAnd not fair Luna that unloving maid\\nHas long been truant to the Mother Earth,\\nWho cast her off so many ages since,\\nAnd bade her go; retreating thro the door\\nOf heav n she now is on her lonely way;\\nLet her depart; she is no good to us;\\nLeave her to bards. The question is, Resolved\\nThat earth is earth\\nAnna.\\nThat earth is earth! well, yes;\\nWhat could it be, I ask, if not the earth;\\nA cabbage head, or, like the moon, green cheese?\\nI much regret that Harvey is not here;\\nHis queer conceptions of the world, m sure.\\nWould much amuse us.\\nWillis.\\nThat may be, and yet\\nYour brother has, indeed, a wiser head\\nThan any of us, for he reads the books\\nOf all the deepest thinkers of the day.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "P ARLOR THEORIES OF THE GLOBE. 57\\nAnna.\\nYes, yes! and that s what frightens me! He reads\\nThe books of Darwin and those other chaps\\nWho claim that men sprang from the monkeys well,\\nNo doubt they did for some are monkeys yet.\\nHe also ponders much upon the works\\nOf noted theorists, who think that they\\nHave fully solved the mystery of life.\\nHe calls it evolution. higher thought,\\nBut for my part I can t see where the thought\\nIs very high, to think God s masterpiece\\nEvolved from something soulless as a cat!\\nI also grieve to think he wastes his time\\nWith rocks and fossil bones which he collects\\nFrom everywhere, as well as wretched books\\nOf bad Darwinians. No good, I fear.\\nCan ever come of it in any way.\\nWillis.\\nWell, Anna, are you certain that a cat\\nIs soulless, quite? Darwin himself did not\\nBelieve in half he wrote he only wished\\nHe might amuse the ministers, I m told.\\nGeo.\\nOur brother now, I think, has changed his mind;\\nThe trip to Colorado seemed to do\\nHim worlds of good. He speaks no more to us\\nOf theories relative to ape and man.\\nHis mind is now absorbed by other thoughts.\\nAt times he seems as happy as a clam\\nAs if he held some secret in his bosom;\\nBut lately he has met with serious loss,\\nI chance to know, which makes him very blue.\\nHe had a bird, or something, in his trunk\\nWhich he brought from a Colorado range;", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "58 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nI heard him telling mother if the house\\nShould chance to get on fire, and he away,\\nTo never mind the books or specimens.\\nBut save that trunk.\\nAnd mother told me since\\nThat he had lost the treasure bird or bat\\nWhat ever it could be I ll call it It^\\nFor want of something better, for you see\\nI never dared to ask him what It was.\\nIt seems he was admiring It one day.\\nWithin h\\\\s fossil parlor, where he keeps\\nHis freak menagerie. By some mishap\\nIt got away, and swooping thro the air.\\nIt gained the open window and escaped.\\nHe looked for It for days, and yet It roams\\nA stranger in the orchard or the field\\nAnd much, indeed, he mourns the loss of IL\\nWillis\\nWell, George, it may have been the missing link.\\nMay be that boy will some day finish what\\nDarwin has left unfinished to the world.\\nHe s bright enough.\\nAnna.\\nOh, bright enough, indeed!\\nAnd he s aware of it as well as we;\\nTherefore he has his pleasant summer trips.\\nTo supplement his schooling with the peaks\\nAnd dried up river beds the rest of us\\nMust be content with picnics close at home.\\nAunt Mary.\\nNow how does all this talk concern the earth?", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "PARLOR THEORIES OF THE GLOBE. 59\\nGeo.\\nAnd don t feel envious, sister. He should go\\nTo follow up the river-drifts in search\\nOf missing links; he understands the hunt\\nWhile we do not; so picnics do for us.\\nAnna.\\nI heard him telling father once about\\nAn ancient ape; how it became the man\\nBy snatching up a fire-brand, ablaze\\nFrom some volcanic lave how he fled\\nWith It aloft, held tightly in his hand,\\nThro forests dark and dismal where the beasts\\nStared wildly at the fire-animal!\\nHow all the birds went screaming to the skies,\\nAnd all the forest denizens were cowed.\\nDeclaring him the mighty king of all!\\nWillis\\nWell, man s the only fire-animal;\\nThe only one who dares to tamper with\\nThe flame, as you must know, so if the ape\\nPlucked up enough of courage in his heart\\nTo seize and handle fire for defense\\nAgainst his brother beasts, why not the man9\\nAnna.\\nAnd I have heard it said so many times.\\nThat man s the only animal that laughs;\\nThe only one that should be laughed at, then\\nAunt Maky.\\nBut what has this to do with our own globe?\\nYou talk a minute and you stray a mile;\\nTlfe earth is what we re here to talk about.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "60 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nWillis.\\nNow I remember something Harvey said\\nUpon this subject; we were looking thro\\nThe small museum in his private room.\\nHe told me every little spark which flies\\nInto the gloomy silence of the night\\nFrom out the camp-fire of the wanderer,\\nIs but a world, which using, so he claims,\\nThe fire beneath it for its solar sun\\nIt whirls and curls and twirls itself around\\nUntil it cools suflficient for a life,\\nWhich then appears upon its smutty face.\\nOceans and lakes and towering mountain peaks,\\nAnd plains and valleys, rivers gushing forth;\\nAnd forms of life; yes, even ape and man\\nAre formed in miniature, and as to time.\\nOur seconds to these little falling sparks\\nAre years and ages filled with history.\\nAnna.\\nNow what a thought, that while the camper sleeps\\nAnd dreams beside his fire, all the night\\nAbove him is alive with shining worlds,\\nInhabited by living creatures, which\\nLook down upon his camp-fire as a sun,\\nYet can not see their Maker, as it were.\\nBeside his embers in the chilly night.\\nAs there he dreams, neglectful of their fate.\\nAnd quite unconscious of the startling fact.\\nThat thus between his breaths the millions die,\\nTo sink with ashes of their little worlds\\nInto the night of grasses.\\nGeo.\\nQuite as bad,\\nDear sister, as the flooding of the world.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "PARLOR THEORIES OF THE GLOBE. 61\\nI ve also heard him say that he believes,\\nOr thinks it probable, at least, that all\\nThe moving stars upon the face of heaven\\nAre but volcanic particles, blown out\\nFrom some great crater of a mammoth world.\\nTo float above the tree tops, as the dust\\nWould float in rings above our orchard trees.\\nWhen hurled from off a passing carriage wheel\\nJenny.\\nYou two are having lots of fun, it seems,\\nAbout your brother s theories, while my own\\nGood brother is inclined to help you out.\\nAnna.\\nHello! why, Jenny, how you startled me!\\nYou ve been so silent, sitting there alone\\nBeside the window, that we had indeed\\nForgotten you\\nWillis.\\nShe s waiting for her lover.\\nAnna.\\nOh, waiting for her lover She has none.\\nWhy Jenny, think of it: if I were you,\\nAnd Harvey d given me so cold a shake\\nAs not to take me anywhere, I think\\nI d not so much as look at him again.\\nYou used to be together half your time;\\nIn fact I thought well, never mind that now-\\nI thought you d be great friends at any rate;\\nBut he s too deep in his philosophy.\\nToo much a poet of the higher thought,\\nTo be a lover of the lower things.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "62 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nJenny\\nI thank you, Anna; it does make me proud\\nFor you to class me with the lower things.\\nAnna.\\nI beg your pardon, dear, I did not mean\\nTo class yon with the things; come, let s make up.\\nAunt Mary.\\nNow this is very interesting this talk\\nOn problems of our globe.\\nAnna.\\nBut Aunty, dear,\\nThere is so very much to think about;\\nSo very much I fear which may decide\\nOur future destiny, for I am told\\nThat all our scientists are skeptical,\\nAnd how can doubters enter into Heaven.^\\nAh, silly souls, they never think of that!\\nThey search the earth for fossils in the rocks.\\nAnd skeletons of prehistoric apes.\\nAnd when they find them, call tliem missing links,\\nAnd build up theories just to suit themselves.\\nYes, so they guess and guess and guess again,\\nAnd prove by theory what they wish to prove\\nAlthough I never knew them to convince\\nA soul, outside their own foolhardy clique.\\nOf any truth in all their guessing. Now\\nI think this is a sin against our God,\\nAunt Mary; am I right.?\\nAunt Mary.\\nQuite right, may be.\\nMy dear, and yet why not attempt, at least,\\nTo gain a better knowledge of the Truth;", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "PARLOR THEORIES OF THE GLOBE. 63\\nFor our Creator must have placed us here\\nTo read His work in nature, and so live\\nA useful life to mankind ere we go\\nTo enter life upon another plane.\\nJenny.\\nWell, Aunty, most is guess-work anyway;\\nToday s the day He s given us to work,\\nAnd we can trust Him, there is naught to fear.\\nWho knows what stands at far tomorrow s gate?\\nAnna.\\nOh, hush up, Jenny, those are idle words!\\nWe grow so irreligious in our talk.\\nAnd wander out in darkness we have strayed\\nToo far all ready.\\nWillis.\\nWell, let us return\\nTo earth and talk about the globe.\\nAnna.\\nOh yes,\\nThat is a better subject for us now.\\nAnd I ll begin it; let me see, the world;\\nThis world s a sphere and round or nearly so\\nTis flattened at the poles no one s been there\\nTo see how flat it is, of course, but then\\nWe know tis flat! and that tis hollow, too;\\nWhy yes, the gnomes which we have read about\\nInhabit all the center of our globe.\\nThe proof I offer is that all the world s\\nGreat poets and philosophers agree\\nTo this.\\nAunt Mary.\\nYour theory s not a solid one.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "64 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nGeo.\\nIt rings a trifle hollow to my ears,\\nBesides that s old, dear sister, very old;\\nAnd unscientific, too, for all great minds\\nAre now agreed upon a theory which\\nIs more in keeping with the laws of truth.\\nThis world is but a drop of water, formed\\nBy a magnetic law, which spun itself\\nFrom out the mists of heaven in ages past,\\nAnd gathered up the atmospheric dust\\nTo form these continents and islands, which\\nNow float as bog upon its watery face.\\nThe proof is that the continents of old\\nWere known to float together; even now\\nIt has been proven scientificly,\\nThat we are drifting toward the Philippines,\\nAnd leaving Spain still farther to our east.\\nAunt Mary.\\nThat liquid theory, George, it seems to me.\\nIs in deep water.\\nWillis\\nYes, too deep for me.\\nAnd yet that theory was accepted once\\nAs truth by all the learned scientists;\\nBut very recently the world s been shocked\\nBy the discoveries of an Irishman.\\nBy most scientific methods, he has shown\\nThis world to be a hag of wind and claims\\nThe rotary motion which is given it.\\nSustains its surface like a waxen rind.\\nWhich keeps the wind a prisoner and makes\\nThe world float as a bubble on the sea\\nOf ether. Proof: his science proves it so.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "PARLOR THEORIES OF THE GLOBE^ 65\\nAnna.\\nHa, ha! how cute! but if the rind should split\\nThe rush of the escaping gas would blow\\nThe stars to atoms, while the earth would sink,\\nA bursted football to eternity.\\nAunt Mary.\\nThere s too much wind in that, my boy. Who next?\\nAnna.\\nNow, Jenny, we have all expressed ourselves,\\nWhile you ve remained so silent, sitting there\\nBeside the window where the moon streams in;\\nYou re dreaming, girl, her light s too bright for you;\\nPlease face the room and favor us at once\\nWith spheric lore.\\nJenny\\nI have no theory\\nWhich can compare with any of your own;\\nIt may be Harvey has\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and here he comes..\\nAnna\\nWhy, sure enough! our poet comes at last!\\nI see him in the moonlight\u00e2\u0080\u0094 passing now\\nThe shadow of the orchard wall and it\\nIs late already! I wonder where he s been?\\nOh see, he gazes up the apple trees;\\nHe stops; now comes again; he s looking for\\nThat bird or It which flew away from him\\nThe other day, or else he s making rhymes\\nOn Luna, she s so very bright tonight;\\nEnough to raise a poet s heart above\\nThe fairest maid on earth, with all her charms\\nAnd smiles but hist! he enters by the hall.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "66 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nAunt Mary.\\nGood evening, Harvey; we are waiting here,\\nWhat makes you late?\\nHarvey.\\nI met a farmer boy\\nWho told me he had seen what he believed\\nTo be a bat fly thro the moonlit sky.\\nAnd settle down among the apple trees,\\nAnd he was looking for it, so I thought\\nI d stop and help him in the search, which made\\nMe late.\\nAnna.\\nAnd did you find it, brother dear?\\nHarvey.\\nHe must have been mistaken, for we spent\\nAn hour trailing thro the dew wet grass\\nAnd currant bushes for a sign of life.\\nWithout success, and then we gave it up.\\nAunt Mary.\\nWell, we ve enjoyed this evening very well.\\nDiscussing problems of our little globe.\\nAnd yet we ve missed you, Harvey, very much;\\nWe have no leader in scientific themes\\nWhen you re away; we all get lost in talk;\\nBut I am told that you have gained of late\\nSome newer knowledge of our little sphere\\nYour mother having dropped me hints of this\\nPlease, will you place before us here tonight\\nThe plan by which it was builded in the sky?\\nWillis.\\nI ve given them those theories of the world\\nWhich you have given me at different times.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "PARLOR THEORIES OF THE GLOBE. 67\\nWe have discussed and weighed the bag of wind,\\nThe drop of water and the hollow shell,\\nThe ball of fire and the volcanic sparks.\\nYou told us of.\\nHarvey.\\nI have related much\\nWhich I had read in speculative books,\\nBut I ve discovered very recently\\nThat these are false, and that such writings are\\nBut stumbling-blocks to science, in a wa}^\\nThis world s true face has never yet been brought\\nTo light as I much hope to bring it soon.\\nFor I have found a miniature of earth.\\nAnna.\\nWhere did you find it, on the mountain peaks\\nOf Colorado?\\nHarvey.\\nYes, exactly so\\nWhen I was strolling o er the Snowy Range\\nWith pick and glass in search of specimens.\\nAlong the cliffs of the Jurassic rock\\nWhere often blows a cold and vigorous wind\\nFrom off the inland plains I saw a sight\\nWhich gave me thoughts which I must give the world.\\nIn just one moment, like a flash, there came\\nThe true solution of creation, which\\nI will outline in story if I may\\nIntrust 3^ou with my fullest confidence.\\nAs I m not ready yet to have the world\\nKnow aught of this, my great discovery.\\nAnna.\\nWell, tell us all about it, Harvey dear.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "68 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUM BINE.\\nAVe U never breathe it to a living soul.\\nHarvey\\nTwas on that towering Snowy Range one day,\\nWhen I had reached the summit bright with sun,\\nThat I beheld some flying objects which\\nCame from a pinnacle of shattered rock,\\nAnd whirling round and round upon the air,\\nLike leaves of autumn in an eddying gust,\\nThey crossed a broken ridge and disappeared.\\nI sought the rocks from whence they took their flight,\\nAnd found that there were others starting out\\nTo have a sail on billows of the wind.\\nIt seemed that there was quite a nest of them,\\nHid deep in fissures of the mossy rock,\\nTo wait the coming of a fresh ning gale,\\nThat they might mount and circle o er the land.\\nIn searching mong the grass and matted moss,\\nI found one little chap a ground-like ball\\nHastening to join his comrades on the wind;\\nBut I secured it as 1 would a bird.\\nTwas like an orange, with a wrinkled skin,\\nAnd holding it within my hands it throbbed\\nWith life and fear, while tiny pufifs of smoke\\nCame out at little openings on its side.\\nI took my glass to magnify the find:\\nThere were depressions o er its little shell\\nFilled full with water, as our lakes and seas;\\nThro these clear pools the creature seemed to breathe,\\nAs well as see, for they were also eyes.\\nI held it up toward the light and placed\\nMy microscope upon it, when I found\\nThat I was gazing at a fairy world!\\nA real, a living world! for all at once", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "PARLOR THEORIES OF THE GLOBE. 09\\nA rainbow flashed across a little lake\\nUpon its side much as we see tliem span\\nThe foaming basin of a waterfall,\\nOr hills upon a rainy continent.\\nThen looking closer, I beheld, far back,\\nA soft light falling thro a vapory mist\\nUpon a chain of hillocks, dim with smoke.\\n1 took my knife and severed this queer thing,\\nWhen from its little vitals there gushed forth\\nA stream of blood-like lava, pouring hot\\nFrom out the little being, while 1 watched\\nIts beating heart grow limp and still in death.\\nHere, then, Av^as but a world in miniature!\\nA model of the earth we live upon!\\nPlaced by the great creative Hand upon\\nThis planet as a little harmless toy.\\nTo teach to mankind that these lesser worlds\\nAre but a type of this, the larger one.\\nThere gazing o er the lonely mountain land.\\nWithin my hand a wrecked and lifeless world\\nA sadness fell upon me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 giving way\\nTo joyful triumph as the new-born truth\\nDawned slowly like the morning of a life\\nUntil I cried in ecstasy of great delight,\\n0h Earth! how strange, how wonderful thou art!\\nAnd no philosopher has fathomed thee!\\nAnna.\\nAnd Where s this model\u00e2\u0080\u0094 where a living world?\\nHarvey.\\nWell, hunting thro the grass and weeds, I found\\nAnother which had rolled beneath a stone,\\nAnd brought it home securely in my trunk,\\nTo study out the great phenomenon.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "70 IN THE LAJND OF THE COLUMB IJNE.\\nOne day I wished to show it to a friend,\\nAnd took it from the trunk, when it escaped\\nAnd darting thro the window, disappeared.\\nAunt Mary.\\nNow who s the friend you mention, may I ask?\\nSome one in whom you truly must confide\\nYour many secrets. Now, I think of it,\\nYour mother told me just the other day\\nA pleasant slory\\nJenny.\\nNow, Aunty, may I speak\\nFor him.? He s told his little story now.\\nAnd I can testify to part of it\\nThe latter part I am the favored friend\\nIn whom he places confidence.\\nOne day\\nWhile we were in his freak-menagerie\\nAs George has pleased to call it he brought out\\nThis miniature of earth he s spoken of.\\nAnd told its fairy history to me.\\nIt was so queer! It puffed its little sides,\\nAnd seemed to struggle with an inward power\\nTo liberate itself to roam again\\nI asked him to intrust the little soul\\nTo me; I wished to hold it in my hands;\\nBut when I clasped my fingers round it, oh!\\nIt was so creepy that it made me start;\\nFor fear the little beating thing might bite!\\nIn this unguarded moment, I relaxed\\nMy hold upon it when it pulled away\\nAnd darted thro the window!\\nWhen at last\\nI realized the loss and what I d done^\\nI broke down moaning like a little child;", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "PARLOR THEORIES OF THE GLOBE. 71\\nBut Harvey here consoled me, saying he\\nCould get another when the summer comes.\\nI told him I should go myself and search\\nUntil I found one, now that I had been\\nSo very, very stupid as to lose\\nFor him so strange and rare a specimen\\nBut he again assured me that the loss\\nWas not so much as future gain might be,\\nAnd if I went to search the Snowy Range\\nTo find another, he d accompany me.\\nAnd we would undertake the search together.\\nNow just what followed, I will not divulge.\\nFor what was said is onl}^ precious to\\nHarvey and mj-^self\\nAnd all the plans\\nAre made awaiting summer s early blooms;\\nVVe may be young, but not too young to start\\nUpon the voyage of scientific life,\\nAnd I for one do not intend to lose\\nAnother world intrusted to my hands.\\nAnd now as Harvey is to see me home.\\nAnd it is getting late, may we adjourn\\nTo carry home each blessing and Good-night.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "PART IV,\\nSONGS FROM MOUNTAIN LANDS.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "SONGS FROM MOUNTAIN LANDS.\\nPRELUDE.\\nGod-loved and God-clolhed and God-gilded\\nWith the gold which eve showers in dust\\nGod-thought and God-wrought and God-builded,\\nAre the mountains, far into the west;\\nThese mountains which shoulder the sunsets\\nWhile a darkness flows over the rest.\\nHigh mountains which reach into spaces,\\nIntersected by worlds of the night,\\nTo companion star- clusters, star- faces,\\nStar worlds which are gilded with light;\\nTo companion these hosts till the roses\\nOf morning fall over the height.\\nBold mountains which gather the roses\\nTo array in their soft, airy caps.\\nTo be pressed to their cold, snoyvy noses,\\nAnd be tucked in their vast, winter wraps,\\nFalling down, as the shrinking night closes,\\nOn their far-covered, pine-scented laps.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "76 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nMORNING.\\nThe peaks are tipped with morning,\\nWhile o er the parkland steals\\nA soft, gray light which follows\\nThe night s retreating heels;\\nThe creeks, deep in their canons,\\nStill sing and sing of night.\\nWhile o er them fly the arrows\\nOf soft and rosy light.\\nA thin, gray smoke still lingers\\nFrom smouldering fires, where\\nThe camper casts his blankets\\nTo drink the morning air.\\nAnd feeds his dying embers.\\nUntil the sparkling blaze\\nLeaps up to aid the morning\\nAlong the rocky ways.\\nWith back against his fire.\\nHe gazes far away\\nTo peaks along the ranges.\\nWhere breaks the blaze of day.\\nAnd sees the shadows shrinking\\nWee, tardy strips of night.\\nWhich lie corraled by morning,\\nToo weak to face the light.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "SONGS FROM MOUNTAIN LANDS. 77\\nON THE MOUNTAIN-SIDE.\\nI.\\nGlimpses of snow-capped mountains,\\nReaches of lonely plains,\\nParks which are dark with pinons.\\nAnd skies where the sunset wanes;\\nThreading of silvery streamlets.\\nDrifting of distant herds,\\nQuivering leaves of the aspen.\\nAnd flocks of beautifiil birds.\\nII.\\nGod-led upon the mountain-side,\\nI tramp these sunny, green inclines,\\nAnd drink in draughts of pure delight\\nThe healing odor of the pines.\\nThe flowers scattered by the way.\\nNod in the soft and gentle breeze\\nKissed by the tender lips of day,\\nThey cast their perfume mong the trees.\\nStray members of the distant herd,\\nAdrift along secluded ways.\\nWith peavines streaming from their horns.\\nLift high their clean, sleek heads to gaze.\\nAbove my head, from grove to grove.\\nGreat clouds of birds swoop thro the air\\nTo colonize each bush and tree,\\nAnd scatter music everywhere.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "78 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nGreat, spreading mesas, where the grass\\nRolls like a sea before the winds,\\nTo break against the aspen clumps,\\nWhich reach dominions of the pines.\\nI stand and gaze o er sunny hills\\nTo hazy peaks and lazy plains,\\nOr pick my way with dreamy heart\\nWhere Nature leads and entertains.\\nWell mapped the valley lies afar,\\nThro which the streamlets thread their way.\\nBy sunny cliffs, thro* willowed shade.\\nAnd in the open face of day.\\nFar on the pinon parks below.\\nThe wormfence climbs the clay-streaked hills,\\nAlong the bluffs, by scattered pines,\\nTo dip in shallows of the rills.\\nAcross the meadows, lush with grass,\\nLoose bands of horses sweep away\\nFrom knoll to knoll, with flowing manes.\\nLike shadows passing thro the day.\\nFar out upon the distant plain.\\nWhich stretches from the mountain lands\\nLike one vast, undulating sea.\\nThe lonely herdsman s cabin stands.\\nWhile just beyond, the grazing sheep,\\nLike white clouds fallen on the land,\\nDrift on and on past broken buttes,\\nUplifted from the desert sand,", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "SONGS FROM MOUNTAIN LANDS.\\nOh, what a place to stray and dream,\\nAnd think of Nature and her God!\\nTo dream and stray with aimless feet\\nAlong her bloom-besprinkled sod!\\nAnd when the peaks at last are gained.\\nHow sweet to watch the slanting beams,\\nOf sunset, as she softly wanes\\nTo fill the mountain land with dreams.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nTHE DEATH OF AUTUMN.\\nOn the breast of dying Autumn\\nLie tlie withered blossoms now;\\nSoft, her golden hair is falling,\\nWhile the death-dew stamps her brow,\\nAt her feet an angel standeth,\\nWrapped in cold and somber cloud,\\nAnd the winds are singing dirges,\\nAs the frost prepares her shroud.\\nDarker yet the days sweep over,\\nColder grow the winds of fate,\\nRedder still the distant sunset.\\nFlashing thro its opal-gate.\\nSoftly sinking. Summer s sister.\\nWith her angel s pleading call,\\nFades into the arms of heaven.\\nAnd December spreads her pall.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "SONGS FROM MOUNTAIN LANDS. 81\\nTHE MOUNTAIN.\\nI watched the distant evening star\\nSink lower in the cold, blue west,\\nUntil it reached yon lonely peak,\\nAnd glimmered on its snowy crest.\\nThere as a queen in robes of white.\\nThe mountain wore her sparkling gem,\\nUntil the sinking hand of night,\\nRemoved it from her diadem.\\nBereft, in darkness thus, she wrapped\\nA cloudy mantle round her form\\nIn sullen majesty, and wept\\nThe lowering heavens into storm.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nA COLORADO NIGHT.\\nThe moon is drifting o er the peaks\\nAll capped with crowns of snowy white,\\nReflected from the tumbling creeks\\nWhich murmur to the ear of night.\\nAcross the rocks her waning light\\nIs lavished with a soothing glow\\nOn sleeping Nature dreaming quite,\\nThe dreams which dreamers love to know;\\nWhile in the pines\\nThe whispering winds\\nRock coney cradles to and fro.\\nThe moon is down; the world is dark;\\nA faint light lingers o er the crest\\nOf distant peaks, which dimly mark\\nThe ragged range along the west.\\nThe sinking stars upon the breast\\nOf midnight pause, and twinkle o er\\nYon western world, as if they rest.\\nAnd rest and rest to spin no more,\\nWhile in the pines\\nThe nestling winds\\nAre whispering softer than before.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "SONGS FROM MOUNTAIN LANDS. 83\\nNATURE S POETS.\\nThe sweetest poets that rehearse\\nThe songs of Love divine,\\nAre those that never write a verse,\\nOr never scan a line.\\nOut in the garden of their God,\\nWith sunlight smiling fair.\\nThey sing but to the virgin sod\\nAnd nodding blossoms there.\\nOh, happy birds that flock the grove,\\nAnd on the meadows throng,\\nYou fill me, thrill me with a love\\nThat s native to your song!\\nI hail you when the early breeze\\nSteals softly o er the glade.\\nAnd morning fills your palace trees\\nWith checkered sun and shade.\\nI breathe a music in the air\\nAs morning s first bequest,\\nI hold it as a fitting prayer\\nWhen sunset paints the west.\\nThe grandest poems of our Love\\nAre never writ by pen\\nThey seem to fall from heaven above,\\nAnd seal the lips of men.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "84 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nTHE WIND.\\nI.\\nThe wind creeps in with the early light\\nO er the sim-tlecked clouds of morn,\\nAnd mounts to the back of the flying night,\\nLike a trumpeter with his horn.\\nThe midday hears in the vaulted blue,\\nThe sound of his plaintive cry,\\nAnd the house eaves catch his weird halloo,\\nAs he sweeps to the open sky.\\nII.\\nThe wind creeps out with the fleeting day\\nCreeps out thro the evening gate,\\nAnd the clouds blush red then turn to gray\\nAs the hour grows dark and late.\\nThe night is on and the little stream\\nIs the only voice I hear\\nIts murmur falls like a passing dream\\nOf music on my ear.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "SONGS FROM MOUNTAIN LANDS. 85\\nTWILIGHT.\\nTwilight falls upon the village,\\nAnd the summits far away,\\nAs a pall of ashes, covering\\nUp the embers of the day.\\nWith it falls the sense of slumber,\\nFilling all the dream}^ eyes\\nWith a twilight, just as restful\\nAs the twiliofht of the skies.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nAUTUMN.\\nI.\\nFalling,\\nThe red and the golden leaves\\nFrom the lonely bush which the wind bereaves,\\nWhile the magpie s cry the silence grieves\\nCalling.\\nII.\\nSinking,\\nThe disk of the Autumn sun.\\nWith the shadows creeping the parks upon,\\nWhile here I watch when the day is done\\nThinking.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "SONGS FROM MOUNTAIN LANDS. 87\\nSONG.\\nAh, the sun will never darken\\nTill we need no more the sun;\\nAnd the harp will not be broken\\nTill its melodies are done.\\nHeaven s love, in visions beaming\\nLike a light, will ever beam,\\nWhile the dreamer plans the dreaming\\nAnd the building of his dream\\nAnd the stars will rise and twinkle.\\nAnd the moon will wax and wane,\\nAnd the ocean roll and wrinkle.\\nWhile the flowers need the rain.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "PART IV.\\nSUN AND SHADOW.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "SUN AND SHADOW.\\nSONG.\\nThe one who breaths the air of Love\\nKnows but the bloom of earth below,\\nKnows but the blue of heaven above,\\nKnows just what lovers ought to know.\\nKnows but the rose and not the thorn,\\nAnd gazing o er his bright ning life,\\nHe sees the fields of Pleasure rife\\nWith blossoms op ning in the morn.\\nHe never looks for mold or cold\\nWithin his gardens hedged with bloom,\\nHe never looks for storm or gloom\\nWithin Love s heavens fringed with gold,", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "92 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nTO-NIGHT.\\nOh come, my dear Love, while ihe fire is bright,\\nAnd the witch-clouds are riding the gales of the night,\\nAnd the wind is boo-hooing in the treetop and cone,\\nAnd the moon is alone in her glory alone;\\nCome out of the darkness, come into the light.\\nAnd let us be lovers again for to-night.\\nI looked in the even an hour ago.\\nWhere the light faintly wavered on ranges of snow.\\nAnd I saw a lone cloud in the glare of the west.\\nWith the rose of the sunset aglow on its breast.\\nAnd I thought of thee, darling, so fair and so bright.\\nAnd I wished we were lovers again for to-night.\\nThe birds in the forest are nestling in love,\\nNeath the light of the star-sprinkled heavens above;\\nThe wind in the mountains has dropped into sighs.\\nAs it steals softly over their dream-closed eyes,\\nAnd brings the past to me in dreams of delight,\\nAnd I long for the love of a lost one to-night.\\nThe path which leads back to the cradle of morn.\\nIs dim with the tear-drops on flower and thorn;\\nOh the roses ungathered, unkissed and unpressed,\\nAnd the thorns which have pierced the lone couch of\\nmy rest!\\nWould all be forgotten if hearts could unite,\\nAnd dream as true lovers again for to-night.\\nThe midnight draws near and the heavens grow still;\\nThe wind falls to sleep on the brow of the hill.\\nAnd the cold world is vacant, below and above,\\nAnd life becomes worthless with no one to love;\\nHushed down into silence the embers grow white,\\nAnd the darkness drops over your lover to-night.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "SUN AND SHADOW. 93\\nROCK, BOAT, ROCK AWAY.\\nOut upon the lapping tide\\nIn our boat we rowed away;\\nShe was silting by my side,\\nYoung and happy, bright and gay.\\nWe may tip the boat, I said,\\nTip it, ere we get a mile!\\nBut she tossed her pretty head\\nWe will risk it with a smile.\\nThen we sang with faces fair,\\nBlushing in the morning air,\\nLaughing like the sunny spray,\\nRock, boat, rock away.\\nOut upon the sea of life.\\nHand in hand we pulled together;\\nWhile the summer land was rife\\nWith the blooms of rosy weather.\\nWe may both capsize, I said,\\nIf the waves be high, my dear!\\nOn my arm she leaned her head.\\nWe may risk it with a tear.\\nThen we sang with hopeful eyes\\nLifted to the morning skies.\\nSmiling in the arch of day.\\nRock, boat, rock away.\\nOut upon the tide of age\\nIn our bark we drifted on;\\nLife was turning down a page,\\nAnd the light was almost gone.\\nWe will soon go down, I said;", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "94 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nWhat of death which lingers nigh?\\nOn my breast she laid her head.\\nWe must risk it with a sigh.\\nThen we sang with faces turned\\nOut to where the sunset burned,\\nWatching life s descending day,\\nRock, boat, rock away.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "SUN AND SHADOW. 95\\nTHE PASSING OF DEATH.\\nOh brother, the lightning is lashing the west,\\nAnd the windows flash red in the glare;\\nA rose has been placed on Love s beautiful breast,\\nAnd there s death m the turbulent air!\\nThe angels have harnessed the horses of clouds.\\nWith their starry eyes sparkling and bright.\\nAnd their long sweeping manes like the flowing of\\nshrouds\\nFor our sister is dying to-night!\\nI hear them! they near us! brother, they come!\\nWheeling down thro the path of the stars!\\nWith sparks flying wild thro the windows of home.\\nAnd a jar like the rumbling of cars!\\nWhen the wheels of the thunder roll up at the door,\\nAnd the whip of the lightning swings bright,\\nThey will bear her away from our home evermore.\\nWith those rain-spangled chargers of night.\\nThey will bear her away thro dominions of air\\nWhere the day-gilded satellites glide\\nBy the Angel of Death, with a star in her hair,\\nShe will ride as a beautiful bride.\\nI hear them! I hear them! the window grows dark\\nAh, the hearse has drawn up at the door!\\nAnd the steeds are so fiery and restless, and hark!\\nWho steps on the cold, silent floor?\\nI see them! I see them! they re raising her now!\\nAnd her face is so lovely, so white!\\nOh look! the dear sister! a tear on her brow\\nShe is bidding us, brother, good-night.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nGOOD-NIGHT.\\nIt was dark very dark\\nAnd I did not know the land,\\nSo she took me by the hand,\\nAnd she led me till a spark\\nFrom the lamplight of our home,\\nPierced the sullen depth of gloom,\\nThen said sweetly, There s the light,\\nCharley, kiss me, and Good-night.\\nII.\\nOh tis dark very dark!\\nCome and take my hand again,\\nLove, for all this world is vain;\\nCome and lead me till some spark.\\nLike a star from heaven above,\\nKindles all my soul to love,\\nThen say sweetly, Here s the light.\\nKiss me, Charley, and Good-night.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "SUN AND SHADOW. 97\\nGOD AT WORK.\\nAnd God has labored, why not you?\\nIs lab ring, planning, forming still;\\nLook out across the morning hill\\nBesprinkled with the early dew.\\nThe pathway leading to the sun\\nIs strewn with roses; mile on mile\\nOf bright ning meadows wear the smile\\nOf Nature s fair and charming one.\\nLook out across the sunset hills\\nAnd see the groves so tall and fair,\\nOutlined against the ev ning air.\\nWhere God still fashions, forms, and builds.\\nLook in the starry face of night.\\nAnd see those spinning worlds, which ^ine\\nThe quenchless lamps of One divine,\\nWho works beside His holy light.\\nGo stray away in twilight murk.\\nGo stroll away thro sunny hills.\\nAnd hark! the birds, the winds, the rills,\\nThe soft, shy echoes! God at work.\\nGo lose thyself in woodlands fair.\\nOn lonely plains, in mountain lands.\\nOn deserts with their barren sands,\\nAnd oceans,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 God is working there.\\nAnd so we hear Him in the hills.\\nWe feel Him, see Him in the air.\\nWe seek Him, find Him everywhere.\\nWe know Him, trust Him while He builds.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nLOVE IS A FLOWER.\\nLove is a flower\\nBlooming to-day,\\nYouth is its hour\\nPassing awa}^\\nPassing from sunlight into the grey.\\nFrost with the even\\nMay come and may blight\\nLove, which by Heaven\\nWas garnished with light,\\nAnd leave it to droop in the sadness of night.\\nLove, then, fair maiden,\\nTrustful while yet\\nLife is unladen\\nWith painful regret,\\nAnd the sun of thy promising life has not set.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "SUN AND SHADOW.\\nif\\nTHE GROVE IN WINTER.\\nWhen the birds have flown away,\\nAnd the woods are stripped and lonely\\nWhere the timid rabbits play\\nOn their trails across the snow,\\nHow our hearts they sink and sadden,\\nFor the naked trees seem only\\nMossy skeletons, which haunt us\\nAs the loves of long ago.\\nTHE BEES AND THE BEAR.\\nOnce the Bees took up a homestead in an oak tree, large\\nand tall.\\nWhere they pilfered from pre-emptions of a Bear;\\nBut there was no law for Bruin, so he robbed them\\nafter all,\\nAnd he left them breadless, bedless, unaware!", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "100 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE\\nTHIS WORLD.\\nThere are shadows in this world,\\nOn our hearts, as on the plain.\\nThere are hours when we feel\\nSharp regretting, filled with pain,\\nAnd our spirits waver vexed\\nAre there shadows in the next?\\nThere are pleasures in this world;\\nThere is love which fills the heart.\\nThere is peace which soothes the soul,\\nThere is beauty, there is art.\\nAnd the question comes; perplexed,\\nShall we have them in the next?", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "SUN AND SHADOW. loi\\nTHE DAY OF LIFE.\\nHow fair the skies of childhood were\\nLife s morning filled with bud and bloom-\\nBut as the noon wheels overhead\\nWith clouds of trouble, care and dread,\\nWe shrink to face the gathering gloom.\\nThe drifting clouds which sweep the noon,\\nSplit, quite, our length ning day in two;\\nBut as the ev ning, soft and bright,\\nSpills o er the hills her peaceful light.\\nOur day appears as born anew.\\nTurn not to face a cloudy past,\\nFor if the sunset hills be bright.\\nWe may be happy, and rejoice\\nTo know that ev ning s soothing voice\\nCalls out the hopeful stars of night.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "102 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE\\nGOD S FLOWERS.\\nThe throbbing heart with still repeat,\\nStrikes off a life s declining hour,\\nAnd at its last vibrative beat,\\nIt falls at Death s destroying feet,\\nWhile o er its ashes blooms complete.\\nThe Soul, as God s eternal flower.\\nSo all our earthly loves are dust.\\nReturning to the senseless clod\\nWhich angels kiss as angels must\\nWith tender lips of loving trust.\\nAnd lo! from out its gloom is thrust\\nA blossom, looking up lo God.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "SUN AND SHADOW. 103\\nEACH DAY IS A LIFE.\\nLook with youthful eyes of pleasure\\nOn the blue hills far away,\\nWhere the sunbeams without measure\\nKiss the infant lips of day.\\nEach day is a life, little life;\\nWhich comes with the breath of morning\\nWith the soft, pleasing whispers of morning-\\nWith the light of the beautiful morning\\nAnd ends with its joy or its strife\\nIn a death, with the death of the evening\\nWith the shades and the whispers of evening-\\nWith the wonderful myst ries of evening.\\nLook where hopeful vision flashes\\nWhere the sunset sinks away,\\nAs its life-blood turns to ashes\\nOn the aged cheeks of day.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "104 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nTHE FLO^VER.\\nA little flower, meek and mild,\\nSpoke to the wind which hovered near-\\nIn straying thro the woodland wild,\\nTo brush from off the timid child\\nA little dewy tear.\\nOh, Where s my mother? tell me, pray;\\nI can not see her smiling near;\\nAnd oh, how lonely tis to stay\\nThro all the night and all the day\\nWithout my mother here!\\nBetwixt .you, child, a winter lies,\\nThe wind replied, and at this place\\nLast year I watched her close her eyes.\\nAnd fanned with cold November sighs,\\nHer pinched and placid face.\\nBut all her beauty, all her grace,\\nHas gone but to enrich the bower.\\nThat you might wear a milder face,\\nA brighter smile to cheer the place.\\nAnd grow a sweeter flower.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "SUN AND SHADOW. 105\\nA SAND STORM.\\nOver the sunset plains it blows,\\nThe wind! the wind I the wind!\\nAnd away in the whirling gust there goes\\nThe sand! the clouds of sand!\\nAnd the wings of wind\\nIn their hurried flight,\\nLeave stretched behind\\nIn the moaning night,\\nThe drifts of sand\\nOn the midnight land.\\nAnd the soap-weeds smothered on every hand.\\nNow over the western hills it goes,\\nT-he night the night the night\\nWhile close behind in a stream there flows\\nThe light the rosy light.\\nIt is morning now,\\nAnd the wind is down,\\nAnd the gravelly brow\\nOf each hill around.\\nIs clean and bare,\\nSave here and there.\\nWhere a soap- weed struggles to kiss the air.\\nPueblo, 1889.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "106 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nMEMORIAL DAY.\\nI.\\nThro the little square of glass,\\nBaby sees the soldiers pass;\\nAnd he picks from out the throng\\nPapa, as he comes along,\\nMarching with the soldiers gay,\\nHonoring Memorial Day.\\nHow the baby laughs, and taps\\nOn the window at the caps.\\nAnd the shining bayonets\\nOn the guns of the cadets\\nAnd the veterans; turning now,\\nSees his mother s thoughtful brow\\nAs she holds some flow rs to give\\nTo some stranger s barren grave.\\n11.\\nPapa marches once again\\nSadly in the lines of men.\\nBut his baby watches not\\nFrom the window of their cot.\\nThere a mother, standing back\\nFrom the doorway, dressed in black.\\nWatches pass the bright array\\nAs on last Memorial Day.\\nBut alone she standeth there.\\nWith some flowers fresh and fair,\\nGathered from the rocky steeps,\\nFor her baby boy who sleeps\\nWith his cheeks against the dark,\\nIn the little mountain park.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "SUN AND SHADOW. 107\\nEVENING SHADOWS.\\nNow the evening shadows fall\\nThro the hall;\\nSee, they re closing in upon\\nEvery filmy strip of sun,\\nAnd the hall is left in dark\\nNow the night-wind cold, and damp.\\nComes to greet us from the park\\nLight the lamp.\\nNow, within our lighted walls,\\nHear the falls\\nO er the ledges of the creeks.\\nTumbling downward from the peaks\\nTo the valley land below\\nSparkling in the starry beam.\\nWhile the shadows deeper grow\\nLet us dream", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "108 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nLUNA S HOUSEKEEPING.\\nWhen the sun sank down\\nWith a weary frown\\nO er the western hilltops, bare and brown,\\nIt said to the moon, Keep house to-night.\\nSo she swept the room\\nWith a windy broom,\\nAnd^tore down trees in the dismal gloom,\\nAnd ruffled seas to a foamy white.\\nWhen the sun s great eye\\nFrom the eastern sk}^\\nGazed over the landscape, far and nigh,\\nHe cried, What a sad, untidy floor!\\nOh my Luna, dear,\\nWhat does this mean? here\\nAre wild disorder and grief! I fear\\nI can trust you, girl, with my house no more.\\nThere were branches piled\\nIn confusion wild.\\nAnd the seas and the lakes and the streams defiled\\nWith the leaves, which the windy broom had\\nhurled\\nWhile the moon a-west.\\nSettled down to rest.\\nWith a beaming face and a laugh suppressed.\\nWhich tittered in moonbeams over the world.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "SUN AND SHADOW. 109\\nA DECEMBER DAY.\\nAll day the bleary sun has shone\\nIn cold December s sky;\\nAll day the wind with weary moan\\nHas swept the sidewalks by.\\nLong, icy daggers line the eaves\\nThe snow beneath our feet\\nWhile last November s crumpled leaves,\\nAre rustling on the street.\\nFrom out the chimneys of the town\\nThe smoke floats high and gray.\\nTo watch the cold sun setting down,\\nAnd catch its last faint ray.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "no IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nTHE PRAYER.\\nA pious man one evening late,\\nWas standing with uplifted face\\nBesides his snow-capped garden gate,\\nTo watch the black clouds roll and race.\\nFar down the wind-swept icy street.\\nHe saw a bent and wretched form,\\nWho trudged with slow and weary feet,\\nAnd wrestled with the rising storm.\\nOh Lord, he prayed, In mercy come,\\nAnd soothe his unbefriended fate;\\nHe has no fire, no food, or home!\\nThen turned to seek his blazing grate.\\nDown from the scowl of heaven above\\nThere fell a voice to smite his ear!\\nAnd thou hast home and hearts to love,\\nWhat canst thou do his way to cheer.?\\nGo seek thy brother, bring him in.\\nIf he be hungry, give him bread\\nFor all humanity is kin\\nAnd share with him thy fire and bed.\\nShow him a friendship, kind and true,\\nBy sharing comforts of thv wealth,\\nAnd never ask thy God to do\\nWhat thou canst easily do thyself.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "SUN AND SHADOW. Ill\\nECHOES.\\nThe mist comes down to flank the fields,\\nIn banks of sad and sullen gray,\\nWhich trail the wood tops and the hills\\nThe echoes will not ring to-day.\\nBut we, beside our fire bright,\\nCan fancy, Love, that it is May;\\nCan fancy that the Spring is here,\\nTho all the echoes sleep to-day.\\nThe sadness of the skies without\\nChase not the thoughts of thee away,\\nAnd e er betwixt thy heart and mine.\\nShall tremble echoes all the day.\\nAh, in this world of greed and haste,\\nWith misty clouds around, above,\\nSo many lives are left to waste,\\nWithout an echo for their love.", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "112 IN THE LAND OF THE COLUMBINE.\\nSONG.\\nHigher, oh thought, in thy flight;\\nSweetly the day has begun;\\nRise as a lark from the night,\\nMount to the face of the sun.\\nNearer, oh heart, to thy shrine;\\nDay it has risen above;\\nNearer creations, divine,\\nNearer ideals of love.\\nTruer, oh Life, in thy aim\\nSoul of the Infinite Soul,\\nSpark of an Infinite Flame,\\nPart of the Infinite Whole.", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "JUL 26 1900", "height": "3542", "width": "2362", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3542", "width": "2300", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3685", "width": "2352", "jp2-path": "inlandofcolumbin00spro_0120.jp2"}}