{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4325", "width": "2641", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "t- w*\\n.0\\n^oV^\\n.A.\u00c2\u00a3^_V .0^.^1- o C\u00c2\u00b0*\\n\u00c2\u00abbiF \u00c2\u00abW oV^BBf.\\n^cv\\n*W\\nk", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "\\\\v\\no\\n\\\\V X^ A^ o n o\\ny\\\\ ifjp?. l Wg} Ifip J\\\\\\no o", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "THE PATH OF GOLD\\nBY\\nr\\nCARRIE BLAKE MORGAN\\nNEW WHATCOM, WASHINGTON\\nEDSON IRISH\\n1900", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "51595\\nJj. Ibwwy of Goafffeam\\nv vFS RECEIVED\\nSEP 25 1900\\nCopyright wtry\\ntfpo\\nSECOND COPY.\\n0bliVih|-6d t#\\nmm division,\\nOCT 1 1900\\nCopyright, 1900,\\nBy Carrie Bi,ake Morgan\\nb.O.b\\n0.", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "ELLA HIGGINSON", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "The Path of Gold\\nAn Indian legend, beautiful and old,\\nTells how a sinner sought the path of gold\\nCast by a midnight moon on waters deep,\\nAnd there lay down to his eternal sleep,\\nWith faith that, though the sea his bones should hold,\\nHis deathless soul should mount the path of gold,\\nAnd steal unchallenged through the gates of heaven,\\nIts guilt forgotten, or, perchance, forgiven.\\nlow-hung moon quivering path of light\\nThe savage legend comes to me tonight.\\nBeside the sea I stand, and at my feet\\nThe sands of earth and heaven s gold do meet.\\nWould that I held the simple faith and hope\\nThat bore the Indian s soul up yon bright slope!\\nBut even as my prayer is cried aloud\\nThy face, O moon, is hidden with a cloud;\\nThy light is gone; the waters, cold and gray,\\nClutch at my feet and chill all hope away.\\nOh, can it be that souls in sin grown old\\nCan never find the shining Path of Gold", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "No Man Hath Right\\nNo man hath right to rear a prison wall\\nAbout himself, and then to sit therein\\nAnd sigh for freedom, gone beyond recall,\\nAnd make his moan for things that might have\\nbeen.\\nNor hath he right to build himself a stair,\\nBy which to scale his prison s high rampart,\\nWhen every stroke must mean some soul s despair,\\nAnd every step a bleeding human heart.", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "As Rosebads Will\\nThe dewdrop loved the rosebud, and the rosebud loved\\nthe dew,\\nBut the frost-king, hoary-headed, came between the\\nlovers true\\nOh, a million jewels brought he, to entice the rosebud\\nsweet,\\nTen hundred thousand diamonds, and cast them at her\\nfeet.\\nThe dew drop s tender opals paled before such kingly\\nshow,\\nThe rosebud chose the diamonds, as rosebuds will, you\\nknow.\\nAnd now Oh, well, the sequel can be whispered in a\\nbreath\\nShe had her hour of splendor, and she paid for it with\\ndeath.", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "A Voiceless Soul\\nGod makes no thing in vain. And yet Ah, me\\nIf man should shape, from precious woods and fine,\\nWith skillful touch and art almost divine,\\nA violin attuned to melody\\nOf earth and sky, and restless, whispering sea,\\nAnd then no bow create, his work resign,\\nAnd give the almost sentient thing no sign\\nNor sound to voice its inborn minstrelsy,\\nWe quick should cry, That man hath wrought in\\nvain!\\nSoul of mine, thou must that viol be,\\nWithout a bow Thou canst not voice the strain\\nThat rends thy chords in effort to be free,\\nAnd turns what should be joy to keenest pain.\\nGod makes no thing in vain. And yet Ah, me", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Life s Song\\nI would not live too long. Too many years\\nAre just too many stanzas in life s song\\nHowever sweet the first, men s wearied ears\\nTurn from the last. I would not live too long.\\nA Memory\\nA low-hung moon a path of silver flame\\nAcross a lonely stream a whispering wood\\nA vigil drear for one who never came\\nAnd all around God s peopled solitude.\\nSacred\\nDeep in each artist s soul some picture lies\\nThat he will never paint for mortal eyes\\nAnd every singer in his heart doth hold\\nSome sad, sweet tale that he will leave untold.", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "At Dead of Night\\nI woke at dead of night. The wind was high;\\nMy white rose-bush was tapping gainst the pane\\nWith ghostly finger-tips a sobbing rain\\nMade doleful rhythm for my thoughts, and I\\nStrove vainly not to think, and wondered why\\nMy brain, ghoul-like, must dig where long had lain\\nThe pulseless dead that time and change had slain.\\nI fear no living thing. But oh to lie,\\nAnd see the gruesome dark within my room\\nTake eyes and turn on me with yearning gaze\\nTo hear reproachful voices from the tomb\\nOf duties unfulfilled, might well-nigh craze\\nA stronger brain God save me from the gloom\\nOf sleepless hours that stretch between two days!\\nIO", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "As I Grow Old\\nIf need be, take my friends, my dole of wealth,\\nTake faith, and love, and hope, take youth and health;\\nBut while I live, dear God, blight not the flower\\nOf Reason in my brain Leave me the power\\nTo string together, on fine threads of gold,\\nMy fairest thoughts, as I grow gray and old.\\nii", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "Come Not at Night\\nO Death, come not for me at dead of night\\nCall not my soul to take its lonely flight\\nThrough dark and storm unto the world unknown.\\nBut when the golden sun from out the sea\\nShall lift his face to light a path for me,\\nDeath, come then, and claim me for thine own.\\n12", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Introspection\\nHeart of mine, for shame to ache, and ache,\\nBecause a few things thou didst love are lost\\nWhat if some treasures, yielded up, have cost\\nThee dear Is that a sign that thou needst break\\nMillions of hearts did ache ere thou didst feel\\nOne stab of pain for any heart can break\\nBut few can play the game of give and take,\\nAnd come out whole from under life s hard heel.\\nSo heart, brace up, and twang thy quivering strings\\nInto new strength. Ask no more tears of me;\\nNor beg of me to voice thy grief for thee.\\nPoor heart, thou and thy kind are weakling things\\n13", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "A Thought\\nGod knows success is sweet. And yet He thought\\nNot best to give the longed-for boon to all,\\nLest the desire to win it had been small,\\nAnd His most wise design been set at naught.\\nBy contrast s law our estimates are made\\nThere were no beauty but for ugliness\\nNo grandeur but for littleness; and less\\nOf joy in heaven s sunshine but for shade.\\nSo, friend, if you or I must work in vain,\\nRemember that but for our fruitless toil\\nSuccess had missed some portion of her foil.\\nLet that thought blunt the stab of failure s pain.\\n14", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Dead Flowers\\nSend not vain tears to seek a by-gone hour\\nNo dew can kiss to life a last year s flower.\\nLimitation\\nriver, beating gainst thy crags alway\\nMy kin thou art in boundless aspiration\\nThou wouldst take mountain heights within thy sway,\\nYet canst not rise above thy banks of clay,\\nMy kin again, in piteous limitation\\nPoverty\\nPossessing little maketh no man poor\\nHis poverty is in desiring more.\\n15", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "The Undertone of Pain\\nEarth, thy carpet is so green to-day,\\n1 would forget the graves it hides away\\nI would not hear the sighs of grief and care\\nThat tremble in thy balmy, sunlit air.\\nBut Nature s touch upon the soul within\\nIs as the master hand on violin\\nAnd through thy music s softest, sweetest strain\\nThere throbs an endless undertone of pain.\\nj6", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Discontent\\nI could content myself to be one drop\\nAmong the myriad drops that swell the breast\\nOf life s full sea, if I might ride the crest\\nOf some proud wave that none can overtop\\nIf I might catch the sun s sweet morning light,\\nWhen swift he mounts into the day s cool space,\\nAnd paint his tinted clouds upon my face,\\nAnd wear the stars upon my breast at night.\\nBut, oh, to lie a hundred fathoms deep,\\nDown in a cold, dim cavern of the sea,\\nWhere no sun-ray can ever come to me,\\nWhere shadows dwell and sightless creatures creep\\nTo gaze forever up, with straining eyes,\\nTo where God s day illumes the shining sands,\\nTo grope, and strive, and reach with pallid hands,\\nYet never see the light, and never rise\\nI should go mad, but for a still, small voice,\\nA pitying voice, that sometimes says to me,\\n1 It takes so many drops to fill life s sea,\\nYe cannot all have places of your choice.\\n17", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "Growing Old\\nTo feel the failing power to sit and note\\nThe slipping cogs within the mental wheel\\nTo strive to hold a thought, and see it steal\\nAway to watch each golden fancy float\\nBeyond our reach. To be no longer bold,\\nAnd sure, and free to falter and to grope\\nYet still to strive, and still to feebly hope\\nUntil the struggle ends, and we are old.\\n18", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "We Ne er See Well\\nI would not die unknown to fame, I said;\\nI feel, within, the power to do and be\\nSomething, if I were but unfettered, free\\nTo work in my own way, by fancy led.\\nWhy must I toil that others may be fed\\nOthers who little reck the cost to me,\\nFor none so blind as they who will not see.\\nDear heaven, if I were only free! I plead.\\nBut when, one day, rcry hour of freedom came,\\nI kissed the broken shackles I had lost,\\nAnd knew my freedom gained at too great cost\\nAnd now I neither strive nor long for fame\\nFor who can work, with none to help or care?\\nAnd who would win what no dear one may share?\\n19", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "Jealousy\\nI would thou wert a rose, and I the tree,\\nThat when I died, thou too might st die with me.\\nI would thou wert the earth, and I the sun,\\nThat if my light were quenched, thy race were run.\\nI would thou wert a star, and I a cloud,\\nThat I, in death, might wind thee in my shroud.\\nBut, oh, to think that thou may st live instead\\nMay st live and love again when I am dead\\n20", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Alas!\\nThe blind god is but snow-blind, after all,\\nAnd gets his sight when Love s black night doth fall.\\nBuried Gems\\nThough I had drained the fount of knowledge dry,\\nAnd heard all stories told by tongue or pen,\\nI still should yearn to know the thoughts that lie\\nUnvoiced, unwrit, in graves of nameless men.\\nA Couplet\\nA pair of lines how often we have seen them\\nLike lovers fond, with but a thought between them.\\n21", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "The Skylark\\nOh, happy bird Though well I live and long,\\nMy throat must vainly strive to sing thy song\\nMy acres broad of woods and waving grain\\nAre cramped and poor beside thy grand domain\\nAnd all my coined gold can never buy\\nThy lease upon the red gold of the sky.\\n22\\nItfC*", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "To a Mountain\\nWhen God foresaw the littleness of men,\\nAnd all our need of object-lessons, then\\nHe smote the pulsing, pregnant womb of earth,\\nAnd bade the plain be cleft to give thee birth.\\nHe caused thy rugged head to rear on high,\\nWhere clouds and sun make war within the sky\\nAnd unto thee the mission grand was given\\nTo show how lowly earth may reach toward heaven.\\n23", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Reading\\nJust dropping off the harness from our overwearied\\nthought,\\nAnd resting in the beauty that another s brain has\\nwrought.\\nTo My Dog\\nThy speechless tongue, my dog, I envy thee;\\nWhatever be thy faults in sight of heaven,\\nThe stab of venomed words thou hast not given,\\nAnd so thy dumbness seemeth good to me.\\nAchievement\\nThe low sun makes the color, but the high\\nHas climbed the mighty archway of the sky.\\n24", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "A Warning\\nPalest gold of early sunrise lit the face of all the land,\\nTouching into life the hill-tops and the shore of spark-\\nling sand,\\nKissing into flame the waters lapping, rippling at\\nmy feet,\\nTuning all the soul of nature into harmony complete\\nLighting up a trembling dewdrop on a tinted daisy s\\nbreast,\\nTill to me it seemed a jewel from some wandering\\nangel s crest.\\nWonderingly the flower I lifted, by poetic fancy drawn,\\nBent too near, I breathed upon it and the heavenly\\ngem was gone\\nOh, my loved one, angel-hearted, is it strange that drop\\nof dew\\nWas to me a potent warning not to bend too near to\\nyou?\\nOne hot breath of passion s impulse, and my love\\nwould be in vain\\nYou would flee forever from me, in the vanished dew-\\ndrop s train\\n25", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "The Old Emigrant Road\\nAged and desolate, grizzled and still,\\nIt creeps in slow curves round the base of the hill\\nOf its once busy traffic is left little trace,\\nNot a hoof-print or wheel-track is fresh on its face.\\nRank brambles encroach on its poor ragged edge,\\nAnd bowlders crash down from the mountainside ledge\\nThe elements join to efface the dim trail,\\nThe torrents of springtime, the winter s fierce gale\\nYet, with pioneer sturdiness, patient and still,\\nIt lingers and clings round the base of the hill\\nOutlasting its usefulness, furrowed and gray,\\nGaunt phantom of Yesterday, haunting To-day.\\n26", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "To Him Who Waits\\nAll things may come to him who learns to wait,\\nBut oh, the pity when they come too late\\nResignation\\nThe sad-faced sister of Content is she.\\nWhen thou hast courted sweet Content in vain,\\nHast turned thy back to Joy, thy face to Pain\\nPale Resignation will join hands with thee.\\nFaith\\nFaith shuts his eyes and says, I know I know!\\nBecause his weakling heart would have it so.\\n27", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "If I Might Choose\\nIf I might choose my meeting-time with Death,\\nI d clasp his hand on some sad autumn day,\\nAnd with the year s ripe fruit I d pass away,\\nIf I might time my last faint fleeting breath.\\nBut oh, pale King, thou art no creature s slave\\nWe may choose much in life, but in the end\\nThou makest every mortal will to bend\\nAnd break above an open, waiting grave\\n28", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "SEP 25 1900\\nH261 78 529", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "p 5 \u00c2\u00a3^a|l||||K5^ \u00e2\u0096\u00a0r", "height": "4231", "width": "2571", "jp2-path": "pathofgold00morg_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "*W\\nr-Ov\\\\\\\\\\\\ TNXll U\u00c2\u00bb\\nX5 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