{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3788", "width": "2384", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nPS 3 SOS\\nChap. Copyright No.\\nShelfUil3P\u00c2\u00a3\\n1 100\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3495", "width": "2106", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3495", "width": "2106", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3495", "width": "2106", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3495", "width": "2106", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3495", "width": "2106", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "POEMS\\nBY\\nMRS. H. HOUGHTOX CHAAPEL, M. D.,\\nPalmetto. Florida.\\nPUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR\\nS$tn\\nROCKFORD, ILL.\\nW. P. LAMB, BOOK AND JOB PRINTER\\n1900", "height": "3495", "width": "2106", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "51298\\n1]_ibr*u jr of Conar M6\\n^wo Cores Receded\\nSEP 24 1900\\nCopyright \u00c2\u00abrtry\\nSECOND COPY.\\nORDER DIVISION,\\nOCT 13 1900\\n1 9\\nCopyrighted 1900\\nBY\\nMRS. H. HOUGHTON CHAAPEL. 31. D.", "height": "3495", "width": "2106", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "THE MJ3* 0a\\nOF\\nRKX.", "height": "3495", "width": "2106", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3495", "width": "2106", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "PRerflcc\\nXI/HESE simple poems have been written in\\nthe resting moments of an arduous labor,\\nmany of them when sombre shadows lay thick-\\nly around. With a trembling hand I place them\\non the altar of Southern song,\\nTrusting\\nThat not one thought shall be destroyed.\\nOr cast as rubbish on the void,\\nWhen life s poor pile is made complete.**\\nH. H. C.\\nEvergreen Cottage,\\nPalmetto, Fla..\\nAugust, 1900.", "height": "3495", "width": "2106", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nPAGE\\nThe Blind Basket Maker .9\\nThe Snow City 15\\nThe Winter King .22\\nRustic Poems:\\nA Winter Evening 28\\nA Day in the Fields .30\\nA Summer s Day 32\\nThe Nutting 35\\nMy Maud 38\\nThe Snow 50\\nSpring Will Come 53\\nMon Ami .55\\nIn Memoriam 56\\nThe Reply of the Flowers 59\\nDa uk is the Way 62\\nFamily Poems:\\nTo Julia .64\\nTo Lizzie 65\\nMany Years After 67\\nTo Mary 68\\nTo Elvira .69\\nA Twilight Scenl 71\\nThe Hunted Stag .71\\nA Trifle 76\\nTo Arthur .78\\nThe Gleaner 80", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\u00e2\u0080\u0094 continued.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2To a Snow Bird\\nLittle Miriam\\nBeautiful Hands\\nBeautiful Feet\\nOld Tom\\nPerchance\\nThe Soldier\\nThe Dying Wife\\nLinnie\\nMake Way for Labor\\nSing to Me\\nThe Two Voyagers\\nThe Christmas Tree\\nCompanion Poems:\\nSparkling Wine\\nCrystal Water\\nTo Minnie Mason\\nWar Pictures\\nThe Mountain Spring\\nClaude s Story\\nFrom Childhood to Age\\nLittle Manie\\nThe Soldier s Burial\\nSleigh Bells\\nW t edding Bells\\nLearn Thou of the Eagle\\nAgnes Yon de Yere\\nFarewell\\nPAGE\\n82\\n84\\n86\\n90\\n94\\n97\\n98\\n103\\n104\\n107\\n111\\n114\\n127\\n124\\n126\\n129\\n131\\n135\\n137\\n148\\n150\\n152\\n155\\n157\\n161\\n163\\n176", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE BLIND BASKET=MAKER\\nESIDE that giant walnut tree\\nWhere wild birds sing their carols free-\\nYou can go to their concerts every day\\nAnd never a cent of change to pay\\nStands a small brown cot;\\nFrom the sunshine hot\\nIt is sheltered well\\nA tree towers high\\nToward the azure sky,\\nAnd reaches broad\\nFar o er the sod,\\nWhile the swaying branches toss and swell,\\nStooping to throw some shining leaves\\nDown o er the low and mossy eaves\\nWhere a coral vine its fret- work weaves.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "10\\nIn the soft cool shade,\\nOn a bench rough hewn\\nAnd rudely made,\\nWith osier wands around him strewn\\nSits the old blind man\\nThe summer breezes kindly fan\\nHis wrinkled brow that e en looks fair\\nBeneath the frosty locks of hair.\\nWith busy hands,\\nIn and out.\\nHe weaves the strands\\nAbout and about;\\nTwo rounds of red and three of blue,\\nPulling the lithe wands through and through\\nThis way and that, back and forth,\\nThe birds over head are making mirth\\nThe soft airs lift\\nAnd sweetly drift\\nThe odors down from the walnut tree\\nHidden away in its drapery.\\nIn and out,\\nTwo of yellow and four of white,\\nAbout and about,\\nWhile never a single ray of light\\nBlesses the weaver s perished sight", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "11\\nRound and round,\\nTwo of red and three of blue,\\nWeaving the osiers through and through\\nTill the outer edge with green is bound.\\nPity him \u00e2\u0080\u0094and pray why\\nA little nearer let s draw nigh,\\nHe has the look of a grand old kiug;\\nWhat are the words we hear him sing?\\nWhen the mists have rolled in splendor\\nFrom the beauty of the hills,\\nAnd the sunshine warm and tender\\nFalls in gladness on the rills\\nIn the sightless eyes there glows a fire\\nAs beautiful words the heart inspire\\nW^e may read love s shining letter\\nIn the rainbow of the spray\\nTenderly, softly flows each note\\nFrom the singer s trembling throat\\nWe shall know each other better\\nWhen the mists have cleared away\\nNow he drops his willow strands,\\nFolds his aged, toil-marked hands;\\nLike a tender, fervent prayer\\nRises on the quivering air\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen the weary watch is over\\nAnd the mists have cleared away.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "12\\nIn and out,\\nThree of crimson, three of green,\\nAbout and about,\\nA belt of creamy white between,\\nThe bottom fiat,\\nPulling the lithe twigs through and through\\nThis way and that,\\nA narrow strip of delicate blue,\\nTwining the osiers straight and long\\nList again to the weaver s song:\\nBeyond the sunset s radiant glow,\\nThere is a blighter world I know\\nMark his features, see what grace\\nFlits across the gentle face\\nAs the earnest, warm desire\\nLifts the longing spirit higher\\nWhere golden glories ever shine\\nBeyond the thought of day s decline,\\nThere is such a rapture now\\nResting on the massive brow,\\nSurely brightest scenes elysian\\nGreet his upturned, ioward vision.\\nIn and out,\\nRound and round,\\nAbout and about,\\nLeaning the basket on the ground.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "13\\nThree of crimson, three of green,\\nA nother creamy belt between,\\nPnssing the osiers through and through,\\nReaching down for the turquoise blue,\\nWhile never a golden ray of light\\nBlesses the old man s palsied sight.\\nIn the tree the oriole swings\\nBrushing the air with its ebon wings,\\nOut from the purple lilac bush\\nFloat the tones of the mocking thrush\\nEver and anon the western breeze\\nRipples across the verdant leas,\\nBringing the scent of new-mown hay\\nSweet as the breath of early May.\\nThrough and through.\\nRound and round,\\nTrailing the wands upon the ground.\\nRed, green and blue,\\nDeftly he passes the willows long\\nAlways singing some happy song;\\nNow there comes in accents rare\\nXotes of that inspiring air\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n11 We are bound across the river,\\nTo our home beyond the tide\\nThere to meet the dear departed\\nOn the shore, the other side.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "14\\nHe is poor, and blind and old,\\nThou hast riches manifold,\\nFields most broad, and woodlands fair.\\nStocks in bank wbich bring thee care,\\nAll the luxuries of wealth,\\nYouthful vigor, manly health\\nHe must weave and blindly grope,\\nBut he has a glorious hope;\\nThou hast nought but earthly pelf,\\nKeep thy pity for thyself.\\nShould Death s angel pass to-night\\nThou wouldst tremble with affright,\\nThou wouldst feel thyself alone\\nHearing but the muffled tone\\nOf the dipping marble oar\\nAnd the water s sullen roar;\\nHe would clasp the angel s hand\\nKnowing that a spirit band\\nGuided by the silvery strains\\nThat float o er the crystal plains\\nWould lead him to the loved who wai f\\nBeckoning near the sunset gate.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW CITY,\\nN a distant Western prairie.\\nBeautiful as home of fairy,\\nOnce I taught a Tillage school\\nLaughing girls some three and thirty,\\nNoisy boys some five and forty,\\nWere the subjects of my rule.\\nWinter snows like bridal trappings,\\nOr like royal ermine wrappings,\\nLay upon the dear old ground\\nTree and bush were brightly shining.\\nPearly garlands each entwining\\nAll the prairie s edge around.\\nMorning bells were clearly ringing,\\nMusic on the soft air swinging,\\nW T hen the children came to me\\nJoining hands they closed around me,\\nSaying they in chains had bound me,\\nTill I told them they were free.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "10\\nJacque, my little embryo Frenchman.\\nWith his peasant cap and plaid on.\\nWished to build une ville de neige;*\\nHe led off his clansmen quickly,\\nAnd they gathered near him thickly.\\nNear their chieftian, Jacque Le Peige.\\nThen I piled my fuel higher,\\nMade a bright and cheerful fire,\\nThough it was not very cold\\nTook my rocking-chair and knitting,\\nBy the window chose my sitting,\\nThat I might their work behold.\\nThere the} 7 built them many a dwelling,\\nStores for buying and for selling.\\nLooking all so new and clean\\nSome they built with. Gothic arches.\\nSome with light Corinthian porches,\\nWhile some modern styles were seen.\\nShaft and pyramid they builded,\\nSeeming by the sunlight gilded,\\nRarest marble highly wrought;\\nEver going and returning,\\nBuilt they there a hall for learning,\\nWhere the children might be taught.\\nA snow city.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Soon I saw some barns and stables,\\nWith their quaint and curious gables,\\nWhere the chirping birds might dwe\\nEver for each other caring,\\nKindly with each other sharing,\\nThose young builders labored well\\nBy and by came Roderic running,\\n.And with coaxing grace and cunning,\\nBade me out their work to see;\\nAll our town is built and finished,\\nYet our strength is undiminished,\\nXow we ll snowball in great glee.\\nI went onward with him walking,\\nMid their mirth and merry talking,\\nPleased with their urbanity\\nChildren, said I, tis a pity\\nThat I see not in your city\\nA Temple of Humanity\\nOh dear teacher, do forgive us,\\nAnd in confidence believe us,\\nWe forgot the task to try\\nNow we ll build its snowy portals,\\nFit for mortals or immortals,\\nWith a steeple pointing high.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "18\\nWe Avill build it by the oak tare,\\nThat 0 ershadowed it may be,\\nBuild the walls both thick and strong,\\nSo the warm sun may not melt it.\\nAnd the coming rain not pelt it,\\nFor we wish to k\u00c2\u00ab*ep it long.\\nI could hear their joyous singing,\\nAs the snow-blocks they were bringing,\\nTaking care lest they might fall\\nAnd with footsteps ever gladder,\\nThey brought out the fireman s ladder\\nFrom the schoolhouse lower hall\\nPlaced it by the oak reclining,\\nWhere the crystal ice was shining\\nOn the branches brown and bare\\nClimbed above and raised the steeple\\nWhich should tell to all the people\\nThat we had a temple fair.\\nThen the dear hands, deftly able,\\nWrought at speaker s stand and table,\\nMolded vase with Parian sheen\\nSome one shouted, Comrades, rally\\nLet us to the woods for holly,\\nLet us deck our walls with green.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "19\\nShining leaves and crimson berries,\\nGlowing like mid-summer cherries,\\nGathered they in lovely piles\\nThen we wove some charming mottoes,\\nFit for temples, halls, or grottos,\\nWinning from us happy smiles.\\nWe are sisters, we are brothers.\\nLet us always help the others,\\nCircled o er the speaker s stand\\nStrength and courage for the fearing,\\nTender mercy for the erring,\\nArched above our windows grand.\\nO er the jutting doorway s centre.\\nWhere the many feet would enter,\\nWelcome, welcome\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Life is Love;\\nJust beneath the tendrils twining.\\nMid their green and crimson shining,\\nPerched we there a snowy dove.\\nOn the morrow s early morning,\\nBy the sunrise golden dawning,\\nIn that child-built house we stood\\nWhile we talked of present heaven,\\nWhich to mortals may be given,\\nIf our lives are pure and good.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "20\\nHeads with reverential bending,\\nEarnest voices calmly blending,\\nWe the golden legend read\\nTurned away to daily duty,\\nFilled with thoughts of love and beauty\\nFrom the words we felt and said.\\nIu a week the sunny meltings\\nAnd the playful children s peltings\\nLeft no trace of city there\\nBut for many weeks the people\\nSaw our temple s glittering steeple\\nPointing towards the heavens so fair\\nYears have flown with sorrow s traces,\\nStill I see those rapt, sweet faces.\\nSee them through the blinding tears\\nAnd I hear the merry voices.\\nAs each youthful heart rejoices.\\nSounding o er life s storms and fears.\\nOne there was w T ho called me mother,\\nWhom each child called little brother,\\nBut Death kissed my darling s brow\\nMamma, let us help the others,\\nThat will sweeten all life s bothers,\\nAh how plain I hear it now.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "21\\nYes, I bear the silvery chiming,\\nAs the lips repeat the rhyming,\\nSwinging up the frosty years\\nk We are sisters, we are brothers\\nMamma, let us help the others,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWin their smiles and dry their tears.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "THE WINTER KING\\nfN the far arctic zone,\\nThat region so lone.\\nAre palaces fair to be seen\\nThere are turrets and towers\\nAnd raany-hued bowers\\nAll bright in their crystalline sheen.\\nIn that cold icy land.\\nThose shapings so grand\\nWere formed by the Winter King bold\\nBy his magical craft\\nHe fashioned each shaft,\\nAnd touched it with purple and gold.\\nFor Borealis torch,\\nHe hewed out the porch\\nWhence flame forth those wonderful rays.\\nA w 7 hite temple of snow-\\nHe built long ago,\\nWhere the Spirit of Solitude prays.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "28\\nMarching through bis proud halls,\\nHe frescoed the walls\\nBy sending his breath on the air.\\nHe wove his designs\\nOf flowers and vines,\\nOf all lovely things that ai e rare.\\nOh! the splendors and gleams\\nOf those dazzling beams\\nWhere Wiuter King piles up his snows.\\nAre excelled not, I ween,\\nIn realms of that Queen\\nWho governs the Land of the Rose.\\nOut of heart with each thing,\\nThis hoary old King\\nConcluded a journey to take,\\nSo he called in tones gruff\\nPrime ministers rough\\nHis brief preparations to make.\\nThen they harnessed with speed\\nThe North Wind, his steed,\\nTo a chariot of bright, sparkling crystals.\\nSoon the musical chimes\\nRang out in wild rhymes\\nFrom bells of the purest icicles.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "24\\nWhoop! away! aud hurrah!\\nThe southland afar\\nKnew well that the tyrant was coming\\nBy his servants, the gales,\\nHe sent down the vales\\nA tune which he often was humming.\\nThe white rose gave a sigh,\\nA bellflower near by\\nChimed in with a most touching peal,\\nFrom the frosty steed s track\\nThe dahlia shrank back\\nWith one pleading prayer for its weal.\\nThe blue China aster,\\nAs he rode past her.\\nGave up to the King her sweet breath.\\nThe tall golden-rod\\nBowed down to the sod\\nAnd folded her fingers in death.\\nOld ocean s fair daughters,\\nThe glittering waters,\\nHe manacled strong with his chain.\\nThe spring at its source,\\nAnd the brook in its course,\\nAcknowledged the might of his main.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "25\\nHolding fast to his reins,\\nHe bounded o er plains,\\nRight glad in his death- giving powers,\\nAnd arriving on time\\nWith flourish sublime,\\nDrew up at the Summer Queen s bowers.\\nIn her vestments of green\\nThe bright Summer Queen\\nReclined on her soft, mossy couch,\\nAnd when the stern King\\nHis presents would bring,\\nShe tremblingly shrank from his touch.\\nBut he threw down his glove,\\nFor he was in love,\\nDeclaring he came for a bride,\\nSo he over her tossed\\nA rich veil of frost,\\nAnd laid down his gifts by her side.\\nSnowy wreaths for her curls,\\nFrozen dewdrops for pearls\\nWith jewels of hail and of sleet,\\nHe gave to the Queen\\nHer affections to win,\\nThe while kneeling low at her feet.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "The chill grasp of his hands\\nWas like iron bands,\\nAnd made the poor lady to start\\nHis looks were so bold,\\nHis breath was so cold,\\nShe felt the blood freeze at her heart.\\nShe shunned his embrace,\\nThrew the veil from her face\\nBefore the old King was aware:\\nThe soft, snowy wreath\\nShe cast to the earth,\\nAnd flung the bright pearls from her hair.\\nFrom his presence she fled,\\nO er the meadows she sped,\\nTo seek the warm, tropical prairies,\\nWhile the queen of that land\\nSent out by command\\nTo meet her an army of fairies.\\nBut the stern Winter King.\\nThe icy old thing,\\nHa-hawed in irreverent lightness\\nSaying, Now at the helm\\nI will govern this realm,\\nAnd name it the Kingdom of Whiteness/", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "On some other time\\nI ll tell you in rhyme\\nHow the Queen of the Land of the Sun\\nWith an army of beams\\nCrossed meadows and streams\\nAnd gave the usurper a run.\\nHow these beams very quick\\nPlayed him many a trick,\\nThat King of the Kingdom of Whiteness\\nHow they melted the snows\\nIn the Land of the Rose,\\nAnd clothed it in emerald brightness.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "Rustic E?oems.\\nA WINTER EVENING.\\nyH EAR Memory, I bow to thee,\\nJ-^J Thou lovely, Vestal maid:\\nswing thy censer over me,\\nBid present pains and sorrows flee\\nAnd make the future fade.\\nTis done I press thy soil once more,\\nMy own, my native land\\n1 tread again thy rugged shore,\\nI hear thy flashing breakers roar\\nAlong thy sea-girt strand.\\nAnd now, beside my father s hearth,\\nA careless, petted child,\\nI listen to his tales of mirth,\\nAnd deem his landmarks bound the earth,\\nWhile lam thus beguiled.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "29\\nThe winter snows are piling high\\nAlong the meadow brown\\nThe angry winds go screaming by\\nHalf like a hunted human s cry\\nWhen blood-hounds bay him down.\\nBut I am safe, the cottage fire\\nIs glowing soft and warm\\nRed tongues of flame are rising higher\\nAs if they proudly would aspire\\nTo battle with the storm.\\nThe yellow fruit is passing round,\\nThe nut brown cake and cheese;\\nThe amber cider, bubble-crowned,\\nThat makes the life-tide quicker bound,\\nThen flow at lazy ease.\\nThe tenants of the barn and fold\\nMust have their nightly care;\\nMy father wraps me from the cold\\nAnd takes me with him to behold\\nFor them his kindly care.\\nThe day is past, the moon s pale crest\\nIs shining clear and fair;\\nMy father folds me to his breast.\\nThen settles down to read and rest\\nWithin his great arm nhair.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "30\\nUpon my tender mother s knee\\nI lean my dreamy head\\nBright days of innocence and glee,\\nWhen life from pain and grief was free,\\n0, wherefore have ye fled?\\nA DAY IN THE FIELDS.\\nGAIN, dear Memory, stretch thy hand\\ni\u00c2\u00ae\u00c2\u00b1. Toward the northern skies,\\nAnd lead me to my Fatherland,\\nAmid its hills and forests grand,\\nAnd bid the Past arise.\\nThe early summer s peaceful dawn\\nSmiles purple on the strath\\nBright dewdrops deck the budding thorn,\\nIllumined by the rays of morn,\\nAlong the verdant path.\\nThe robins whistle in the brake,\\nThe soaring larks arise.\\nTheir sober pinions gaily shake\\nAnd mount above the meadow lake\\nTo bathe in azure skies.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "31\\nIn yonder emerald pasture wide\\nI see two snowy lambs,\\nDear objects of my childish pride,\\nThey frisk and sport from side to side\\nAround their fleecy dams.\\nThe farmer s wain is at the door.\\nMy father bids me come;\\nI leave the half swept oaken floor,\\nAnd skip the narrow grass plot o er,\\nIn joy with him to roam.\\nHe turns the heavy upland sod\\nI gather violets blue,\\nThat in the soft breeze trembling nod\\nWhere nature kindly flings them broad\\nTo please her children true.\\nWe seek the shady, sparkling rill,\\nOur noon-day thirst to slake;\\nThe happy birds above us sing\\nAnd make the mossy greenwood ring,\\nWhile answering echoes wake.\\nDown by the babbling streamlet s side\\nWe eat our cool repast;\\nThe slender, shining minnows glide\\nAlong the winding, crystal tide\\nTo snatch the crumbs in haste.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "32\\nBack to the field we take our way.\\nHe to his steady toil\\nI watch the nimble squirrels play\\nTill twilight shuts the gates of day\\nAud hushes man s turmoil.\\nThe night hawk in the gloomy swale\\nHas sought its grassy bed\\nIts wretched cries my ears assail.\\nSo lie a trusting woman s wail\\nWhen faith and love have fled.\\nA SUMMER S DAY.\\nTy ET perfumed incense now ascend,\\nJ-^ Dear Memory, wild rose crowned\\nAgain thy magic influence lend,\\nMy waiting steps to-day would tend\\nTo consecrated ground.\\nAgain I walk my native land,\\nMy childhood s early home;\\nI clasp my little brother s hand.\\nOnce more we in the churchyard stand\\nBy sister s grassy tomb.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "33\\nThe sexton rings the heavy bell\\nThat sounds so loud and clear;\\nThe liquid voices ris? and swell,\\nSeeming of hope and heaven to tell.\\nInviting all to hear.\\nThe minister comes down the street,\\nI see his silver hair\\nI hear him now the children greet,\\nIn accents fatherly and sweet.\\nEre he ascends the stair.\\nIn notes of praise the tuneful choir\\nSends up the joyful song,\\nAs lofty words the heart inspire,\\nThe trembling lips new strength acquire.\\nWhile gladder feelings throng.\\nThe good man says, In ways of sin\\nOur erring feet have trod\\nAnd that in youth we should begin\\nThe narrow path to enter in,\\nShunning the one that s broad.\\nHis benedictions, kind and good,\\nFall on his waiting flock:\\nIt seems to me the angels brood\\nAbove the place where late he stood\\nEngaged in pious talk.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "34\\nMy heart is full of trusting love\\nAnd hushed is every fear;\\nPeace hovers o er me like a dove,\\nThe Better Land lies just above,\\nThe pearly gates are near.\\nThe censer falls,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the sands move on,\\n.Time s fingers press my brow,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThose early scenes have from me flown,\\nHeaven lies behind the Great Unknown,\\nA different country now.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE NUTTING,\\nTND Priestess, swing thy censer now,\\nL^l Let purple incense rise\\nThe desert sands have ceased to flow,\\nTime s heavy hand has left my brow,\\nThe present from me flies.\\nBack, back fco childhood s happy years,\\nSo full of joys, so free from fears,\\nI stand a child today\\nSweet, sunny visions, simple, fair,\\nTouching as some old cradle air,\\nHave swept the past away.\\nThe hill tops wear a hazy look\\nThis Indian summer day;\\nThe voices of the crystal brook,\\nCreeping along each pebbly nook,\\nThe inner senses sway.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "36\\nOn everything a dreamy haze\\nIs resting like a veil\\nThe idle oxen cease to graze.\\nAnd, in a kind of sleepy maze,\\nThey roam the pasture dale.\\nMy mother says, Your tasks perform\\nWith careful hands and fast,\\nAnd as the day is bright and warm,\\nWe ll go beyond the upper farm\\nTo get our winter s mast.\\nO joy the nimble fingers fly,\\nThe work is soon complete;\\nWe call her in with gladsome cry\\nTo see and praise our industry,\\nThat wrought the toil so fleet.\\nWe climb the stony brook side path\\nWith footsteps tripping light\\nWe pass the hermit s smoking hearth,\\nTo where the noisy stream in wrath\\nFalls like a torrent quite.\\nAcross the pretty forest glade\\nWe hasten on our way,\\nTo find the beech-tree s thicker shade\\nBeyond the talked-of railroad grade,\\nWhere sunbeams scarcely play.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "37\\nOh, see! here on the leafy floor\\nThe wealth of nuts so brown,\\nYet still, to have a richer store,\\nMy brother climbs to harvest more,\\nAnd shakes them tumbling down.\\nThe squirrels chatter saucily.\\nAnd scamper right and left\\nA gray one talks with sanctity\\nAbout the sin of robbery,\\nAnd charges us with theft.\\nAt last we re tired; a pleasant sound\\nFalls on our waiting ears;\\nIt is the cry of Homeward bound.\\nWe leave the pleasant nutting-ground,\\nAnd leave the charming years.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "MY MAUD.\\nTHE ARGUMENT.\\nAfter many years of absence a gentleman returns to the\\nhome of his boyhood and youth. He meets a friend of his\\nearly years during a ramble over the old fields and woods. This\\nfriend asks for a history of the gentleman s life and the reason\\nwhy he has never married. The following lines are the reply\\n0UST where yon curling wreath of smoke\\nAscends toward the sky,\\nYou see a little brown old cot\\nBehind those poplars high.\\nThis way you see those ancient panes\\nLit by the sunset s blaze,\\nTwas there, dear Hal, that Maud and I\\nSpent childhood s halcyon days.\\nBehind that purple lilac s hedge\\nA snowy tablet gleams;\\nMy darling Maud is sleeping there\\nAnd with her sleep my dreams.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "39\\nAh, did I say that she is there,\\nMy boyhood s blessed love?\\nNo, no, the angels beckoned her\\nTo join their bands above.\\nWhen we had gathered winter store\\nOf shining nuts and fruit\\nShe put aside her earthly dress\\nTo don an angel s suit.\\nAnd in the solemn autumn time\\nI laid her to her rest,\\nMy kisses on her marble brow,\\nHer pale hands on her breast.\\nSince then I ve journeyed far and wide\\nAnd lived the ways of men,\\nBut never from my heart shut out\\nMy fairy of the glen.\\nNow often in these distant years\\nAs twilight shadows fall,\\nI think I feel her soothing touch\\nAnd hear her gentle call.\\nCome with me to this mossy bank\\nAway from noise and strife\\nAnd listen while I tell to thee\\nThe story of my life.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "40\\nThen thou wilt know, perchance, my frieDd,\\nWhy I have dwelt alone,\\nWhy gentleness marks all my ways\\nAnd lingers in my tone.\\nI never knew a brother s love\\nOr felt a sister s care;\\nNo young companions in my play\\nOr in my toil to share.\\nAnd thus I grew till I was ten,\\nA lonely, petted boy,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI had my parents deepest love\\nAnd was their greatest joy.\\nI loved my books and loved to draw,\\nAnd on the grass would lie\\nIn some retired, romantic spot\\nTill noontide s sun rose high.\\nWhen lengthened shadows showed to me\\nThe evening s cooler beams,\\nI strolled upon these wooded hills\\nIndulging in my dreams.\\nAbout this time a letter came\\nFrom one my mother knew,\\nIt read, Kind friend, I m dying now,\\nMy Maud I give to you.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "41\\n0, take aDd shield my orphan child,\\nLet no dark sin allure,\\nWatch over her in all her ways,\\nKeep thou her young life pure.\\nMy father brought the orphan home,\\nA child of scarcely four,\\nFor fourteen glad and joyous years\\nI was alone no more.\\nI called her mine, and taught her feet\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2O er these green hills to stray\\nIn perfect happiness she dwelt\\nBeside me all the day.\\nHenceforth for me a fuller trust,\\nA deeper love, more broad,\\nWent out to every living thing\\nAnd centered back on Maud.\\nI taught her dimpled hands to clasp\\nIn grateful praise and prayer\\nAt rosy dawning s morning light,\\nShe had my earliest care.\\nWhen mind matured she studied well\\nWith earnest heart and will\\nHer teachers found a pleasant task\\nTheir lessons to instill.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "42\\nSet free from school, we took our way\\nThrough glen and copse and brake,\\nOr sailed till moonlight lit the wave\\nAcross our garden lake.\\nIn other mtods we chose a book\\nThat told of ancient times.\\nOr lingered till the shut of day\\nWith poet s mystic rhymes.\\nWhen night her starry mantle 1 hrew\\nAround our sleeping earth,\\nWe built our airy castles by\\nOur pleasant cottage hearth.\\nIn those glad times ere sorrow s touch\\nHad flecked my hair with gray.\\nTwas black as midnight s raven wing,\\nMaud s like an harvest day.\\nFalling as liquid sunlight down\\nBelow her slender waist.\\nNe er have I seen a maiden s head\\nWith such a proud wealth graced.\\nShe with her girlish hands would braid\\nOur locks in varied fold\\nFor heart and ring in quaim device\\nLike ebony and gold.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "With her long hair on some dark grounr\\nSage mottoes she would trace.\\nFor markers in our favorite books\\nTo guard our mutual place.\\nHer face was like June s brightest day,\\nHer eyes a violet blue,\\nHer lips were like the summer rose.\\nMoist with the mountain dew*.\\nMy eyes were black, my skin a hue\\nLike to a child of Spain,\\nThe quick blood mantling to my cheek\\nWhen Fancy touched my brain.\\nHer form was slender as the reed,\\nThat bows before the wind;\\nHer footfall, light as elfin tread.\\nScarce left a print behind.\\nAnd I was tall and stoutly built.\\nAs hardy as the pine,\\nOr like the sturdy forest oak,\\nSupporter of the vine.\\nThese contrasts suited well my brush,\\nI, with a tyro s pride,\\nMade many pictures of myself,\\nMaud standing by my side.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "First I was Tempest, sowing winds\\nAnd scattering lightnings free,\\nWith knitted brows and puckered lips\\nMost comical to see.\\nAlong my pathway trees bent down\\nAnd foaming torrents sped,\\nWhile pile on pile of angry clouds\\nEnwreathed my boyish head.\\nMy Maud was sunshine, her bright smile\\nO er all a halo threw,\\nGilding the edge of my black clouds\\nWith beauty soft and new.\\nAbove her rested sapphire skies,\\nBy bow of promise spanned\\nAround her grew most brilliant flowers,\\nThe rarest of the land.\\nThen I was Night, dark winter s Night,\\nUpon a snowy plain\\nThe stars to do me homage came\\nWith comets in their train.\\nMaud was the Morning, young and fair,\\nUpon the eastern hills\\nHer cheerful light shone o er the moors,\\nAnd on the silver rills.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "45\\nNext, weary Palmer I would be,\\nBeside some lonely shrine,\\nWhile Maud, the picture of my saint,\\nSeemed like a thing divine.\\nSometimes I thought she was too good,\\nToo stainless for this earth\\nThe passing thought that Death might come\\nWould hush my noisiest mirth.\\nWhere er she walked, where er she turned,\\nShe scattered blessings round\\nBlessings on every human shape,\\nOn bird, and horse, and hound.\\nThe smallest insect had her love,\\nThat nestles in the grass\\nI ve seen her turn aside her foot\\nTo let the glow-worm pass.\\nShe blossomed thus to woman s form,\\nA being pure and fair,\\nThe glorious burden of my thoughts,\\nMy worship and my care.\\nI never framed my love in words,\\nFrom her no vow I drew,\\nBut, truer than the polar star,\\nI knew her heart was true.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "46\\nA mild October s frost had tinged\\nThe maple leaves with red,\\nWhile Indian summer s golden haze\\nIts dreamy influence shed.\\nTwas not a day to idly sit\\nO er musty tomes to pour;\\nMy brain was pondering other themes,\\nMore precious than their lore.\\nI thought on childhood s happy days,\\nThen on my present life,\\nHummed to mysell* in hopeful tune,\\nMy Maud must be my wife.\\nI threw my books aside and called,\\nCoipe out with me my Maud,\\nI have a tale to tell to thee,\\nBeneath the beech tree broad.\\nWith basket swinging on her arm,\\nShe gaily came to me,\\nSaying, If thou wilt tell a tale,\\nI ll gather nuts for thee.\\nI took her basket and her hand,\\nTo lead her o er yon bridge\\nWe crossed the woodland s western side\\nTo reach the nut-brown ridge.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "47\\nHere ia the beech tree s quiet shade,\\nWith sunbeams glinting through,\\nI told my Maud the promised tale,\\nThat tale forever new.\\nShe would be eighteen iu a week.\\nThen standing by my side,\\nBeneath the fragrant chas e tree s shade,\\nWould be my bonnie bride.\\nBut on the very day that I\\nShould claim her more my own,\\nWe stood beside the shrouded form\\nOf Maud, my cherished one.\\nThey made her narrow, lonely grave\\nBeneath yon green arcade,\\nWhere we had conned our lessons o er,\\nOr in our leisure played.\\nMy home became too sad and still,\\nWith Maud no longer there;\\nI missed her footsteps in my room.\\nAnd on the winding stair.\\nI missed her in my daily walks,\\nAdown the brown burnside,\\nI missed her everywhere I turned,\\nMy darling and my pride,", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "48\\n1 missed her in her household ways,\\nIn all her toils so fleet,\\nAnd in our social evening hours\\nI missed her from her seat.\\nUp to the city s peopled waste\\nT turned to labor then\\nTo hush the voices of my heart\\nI strove for fame with men.\\nI strove as always man should strive,\\nWhose hopes are in the tomb.\\nAnd steady in the course of Right\\nI half forgot my gloom.\\nYears, years have passed, and I have won\\nAn artist s honored name;\\nBeside my country s gifted sons\\nSome humble place I claim.\\nBut sometimes now, when strife with men\\nStirs up my soul to sin,\\nWhen passions at the portals stand,\\nWaiting to enter in,\\nThe priestess Memory will swing\\nHer censer on the air,\\nWhile incense from the by-gone days\\nFalls round me like a prayer.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "49\\nAnd though I ve passed my manhood s prime,\\nTime s signet on my brow,\\nI m wandering o er these hills again\\nWith Maud, my angel now.\\nWe sit beneath the beach once more.\\nHealth s bloom upon her cheek,\\nI gaze into her azure eyes,\\nThose azure eyes so meek.\\nAcross my breast her amber carls\\nAre floating like a veil,\\nAs side by side we tell the stars\\nBeneath the moonbeams pale.\\nNow, Hal, you know the reason why\\nThat I have never wed,\\nMy heart is true to Angel Maud,\\nWhom angels upward led.\\nA fevv more years and this frail form\\nMust rest beneath the sod,\\nThen we will walk the Upper Fields,\\nMy glorious darling, Maud.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW.\\nTT7 HE lovely sno n,\\nej\u00c2\u00ae qy^ e p UrGj w hite snow\\nSlantingly,\\nSilently,\\nIs comiEg down;\\nO er field and town,\\nO er upland leas,\\nO er bare, brown trees,\\nIt weaves and weaves\\nIts tapestry\\nIn ermine fold,\\nToo rich for gold\\nTo buy.\\nOq quaint, old gables\\nAnd crazy stables\\nGracefully,\\nSilently", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "51\\nIt makes new ends\\nWith curving bends;\\nO er stone and stump\\nAnd uncouth hurnp\\nIt spreads and spreads\\nIts covering,\\nTill forms most fair\\nLike sculpture rare\\nArise.\\nO er prairie wide\\nAnd low hillside\\nProtectingly,\\nSilently,\\nA mantle warm\\nTo shield from harm\\nEarth s naked breast,\\nThrough nature s rest,\\nIt trails and trails\\nConfidingly\\nThe herb and seed\\nFor creature need\\nAre kept.\\nThus the winter s snow\\nO er all doth throw\\nTouches of beauty,\\nOf magic art;", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "52\\nThus earth, all bedight\\nIn vestments of white,\\nIs doing her work,\\nWith tender heart\\nIs nursing with care\\nHer progeny rare,\\nTill springtime s warm breath\\nFrom semblance of death\\nShall bid them to start\\nTo newness of life.\\nThus falleth the snow\\nLike garments of wool.\\nWhile our glad hearts doth glow\\nWith gratitude full.\\nSlantingly,\\nSilently\\nThe snow comes down\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe pure, white snow,\\nThe fleecy snow\\nComes tumbling down\\nO er wood, field and town\\nThanks, thanks for the snow,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe clean, white snow.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "SPRING WILL COME.\\n^ITHERED leaves are sadly falling,\\n^jftjL Falling with a mournful sound;\\nQuivering in the pale, cold sunlight,\\nRustling o er the frosty ground.\\nHeavy clouds are slowly passing,\\nPassing neath the starry blue;\\nThrowing shadows o er the woodland,\\nShadows of a somber hue.\\nWintry storms are fiercely beating,\\nBeating gainst the hard, brown earth\\nWintry winds pipe dismal music,\\nHushing even fireside mirth.\\nYet the springtime will not tarry,\\nIt will come with buds and leaves;\\nBringing joy and making ready\\nFor the summer s golden sheaves.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "MON AMI,\\nfTfOURAGE,. my friend, the darkest horn\\nw Is just before the dawDing\\nAlong thy pathway soon will glow\\nThe rosy light of morning.\\nSuppose the clouds are thick and black.\\nThe sun above is shining;\\nThe dwellers on the royal heights\\nBehold their silver lining.\\nSuppose it storms for days and days,\\nOr even weeks together,\\nThe bow of promise, in good time,\\nWill tell of pleasant weather.\\nSuppose, again, the dismal Blues\\nAre all their forces airing\\nPray will it help the matter much\\nTo idly sit despairing?", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "Ah, no be brave, toil ou in love,\\nWhatever troubles harrow\\nLearn wisdom from the tiny flowers,\\nThe snowbird and the sparrow.\\nYes, trust and toil with all thy might.\\nAnd so shall Hope resplendant\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMan s comfort in his darkest days\\nBe ever thy attendant.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "1Fn jflDemortam.\\nWHITTIEB.\\nThe day is done,\\nAlong the prairies bare thick darkness lies,\\nThe storm but just begun\\nIs marshalling the dread forces of the skies.\\nThe old oak tree\\nThat stands as sentinel beside my gate,\\nIts gnarled arms tosses free\\nTo grapple fiercely with its wintry fate.\\nLoud roar the winds,\\nDashing the sleet against the sounding pane,\\nRattling the slender blinds.\\nShaking the rafters with a giant s main.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "57\\nThe night is drear,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWithin the lamp shines brightly over all,\\nThrowing its luster clear\\nOn shelf of chosen books and pictured wall.\\nReach forth thy hand,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe blue and gold,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 dear Whittier, so brave;\\nSurely his rugged strand\\nAnthems of Freedom chant with ocean wave.\\nThe captive s friend,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHeaven s choicest blessings ever on him rest\\nMay Peace his steps attend\\nThrough realms of time to regions of the blest.\\n0 Lord! how long?\\nAll nations free did hear his earnest prayer,\\nHis burning words of song,\\nThat filing their clarion tones to Heaven s pure air.\\nk G0D OF ALL RIGHT!\\nYes. he appealed to Freedom, Truth and Power;\\nMen girded for the fight\\nAnd won the nation s meed\u00e2\u0080\u0094 sweet Freedom s dower.\\nThe lamp burns low,\\nThe winds have lulled, \u00e2\u0080\u0094hark I o that sobbing sound!\\nIt seems like nature s woe\\nO er lash and dungeon that did once abound.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "58\\nOh, Whittier!\\nThrough coming time how grand the joy must be\\nTo know thy words did stir\\nTrue hearts to greater love for Liberty.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE REPLY OF THE FLOWERS.\\nBEAUTIFUL flowers!\\nFrom the frozen earth\\nWhat mystic powers\\nHave called you forth\\nTo gladden our sight\\nWith your cheering light?\\nDid some wizard stand\\nBy your mossy couch,\\nWave his slender wand\\nWith his magic touch,\\nAnd bid you unfold\\nYour petals of gold", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "60\\nYou are smiling so\\nFrom your lowly bed.\\nThat even the snow\\nWith a silent tread\\nIs owning your sway\\nAnd melting away.\\nDear little flowers\\nWhy are you so brave?\\nBy w T hat latent powers\\nDo you spring from your grave,\\nAnd open your eyes\\nTo the changing skies?\\nAll at once a faint twinkling,\\nA perfume most rare\\nMade balmy the air,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThen a delicate tinkling;\\nI bent my ear low,\\nQuite down to the snow.\\nWe give you the Reasons/*\\nSaid they with a nod,\\nOur times and our seasons\\nTo spring from the sod\\nAre governed by laws\\nAs effect follows cause,\\nFrom our long night of rest", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "61\\nIn our cozy earth nest,\\nWe were waked from our dreams\\nBy the April sunbeams.\\nThey warmed us and cheered us,\\nThus far they have reared us,\\nClothing us in a suit\\nOf green, brown and gold,\\nIn shades manifold,\\nFrom stamen to root\\nOur hearts they inwrought\\nWith beautiful thought,\\nWhile we love the dear earth.\\nThe land of our birth,\\nWe all join as one\\nTo worship the sun.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "DARK IS THE WAY.\\nDark is the way,\\nRugged the path our weary feet must tread.\\nWe see no cheering ray\\nShine o er the hills that rise but just ahead.\\nMorning is past,\\nThe evening shadows mingle dark and long,\\nThe twilight gathers fast,\\nE en now we hear the night bird s mournful song.\\nHow can we trust\\nTo any hand to lead us o er the steeps?\\nWe touch but crumbling sands,\\nIn Love s and Friendship s Feudalistic Keeps.\\nIn life s fresh hours [mead,\\nWhen bright birds sang, and dewdrops gemmed the\\nAnd sparkled on the flowers,\\nWe deemed that Love to fairer heights might lead.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "63\\nAh vain the thought.\\nThe beacon fires that glowed aloug the hills\\nWere rudely set at naught,\\nAnd quenched by streams from Passion s bitter rills.\\nThen hopefully\\nWe said, Pure Friendship now shall be our guide,\\nAnd bear us company\\nThrough lonely vale and over steep hillside.\\nFew were the days\\nWe held sweet converse even Friendship s self\\nSought Traffic s broader ways\\nAnd bartered finer wares for Mammon s pelf.\\nThen dear, brave Truth,\\nWe stretched our weary, trembling hands to thee,\\nAnd from thy radiant youth\\nHave gathered strength to feel that we are free.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "Family E?oems\\nTO JULIA\\nSCORE of years have flown since last we met,\\nThy form is bendii g Death the weight of time,\\nThe locks of white above thy brow are set,\\nThy feet are tending toward the fairer clime.\\nBut with thee dwells the blessed Peace of God,\\nSweet incense from thy past must ever rise,\\nThy tender sympathies have been so broad\\nFor all of suffering in human guise.\\nOh, brave, strong sister thou hast been my guide\\nWhen I from worldly dross have sought to rise;\\nDear thoughts of thee and of thy love so tried\\nHave borne my spirits up to clearer skies.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "65\\nThy hands than mine were stronger unto good,\\nThy feet were swifter in the paths of right,\\nThy heart on better things did ever brood,\\nThe garments of thy soul seemed touched with light,\\nWhene er I ponder o er thy life of care,\\nThe daily self-denial thou hast known,\\nA gentle fragrance permeates the air\\nLike that from orchard blossoms round me strown.\\nFrom Love s rich chalice I now pour to thee\\nA full libation from my heart s best wine,\\nAnd pledge myself while life remains to me\\nTo keep thy precious name on Memory s shrine.\\nTO LIZZIE.\\n\\\\T7lS night, I put my toil away,\\n\u00c2\u00ae1^ And gentle thoughts of thee bear sway,-\\nThrough winding paths and purple haze\\nWe live again our childhood days.\\nYour arm about my form is pressed,\\nMy hand in yours doth fondly rest,\\nWe sit within our mossy nook,\\nAnd list the voices of the brook.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "Life s morning bells chime on the breeze,\\nA glory gilds the budding trees,\\nThe hills are crowned with tender green,\\nThe crystal streamlet flows between.\\nThe yellow violet scents the air,\\nThe twin-flower yields its fragrance rare.\\nThe willow-tassels nod and swing\\nAround the borders of the spring.\\nThe bluebird flits from bush to bush,\\nThe hour is glad with song of thrush,\\nThe robin plucks from off her breast\\nA feather for her babies nest.\\nAgain we walk our cottage green,\\nTo watch the gorgeous sunset scene;\\nAgain the angels seem so near\\nWe have a simple, childish fear,\\nAs through the fading western light\\nThey come to guard our rest at night,\\nThat they may rend their draperies\\nAgainst the branches of the trees.\\nThe sky hangs low and Heaven is close,\\nJust by that, cloud of gold and rose,\\nA stairway leads from earthly sod\\nUp to the pearly gates of God.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "67\\nNow, sister, Memory folds her hands,\\nWe dwell apart in distant lands,\\nThe birds have flown, and heaven no more\\nLies just beyond the western shore.\\nMANY YEARS AFTER.\\nT^ AY, sister, nay, say not, tis sad,\\nl/\u00c2\u00a3 My heart is joyous, strong and glad\\nOut from those mythic dreams of youth\\nHas come to me a finer truth.\\nThrough sorrow, suffering and sin,\\nI ve learned that heaven dwells within;\\nIt is no more a distant land,\\nWith great white throne and elders grand.\\nI ve learned to comfort, help and bless,\\nTo soothe life s pains with kind caress;\\nNo hosts of winged angel bands\\nCan match with earnest, human hands.\\nBefore these simple truths I bow,\\nWell pleased with heaven here and now,\\nContent with all that Nature brings\\nAnent the faith in angel s wings.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "68\\nTO MARY.\\nT\\\\?7T Y youngest sister, I did guide thy steps\\nJ^A^ Through infant play,\\nMy fingers dallied with thy curling locks\\nAt shut of day.\\nAnd when thy larger years came creeping on,\\nI led thee forth\\nTo pine tree shade behind our rustic cot,\\nTo sport in mirth.\\nOft hand in hand we roamed the fair fields o er,\\nTo gather flowers,\\nOr with our baskets went in search of nuts\\nFor winter hours.\\nBut now time s hand is heavy on my brow,\\nYet love for thee\\nLeads me in memory back to those dear days\\nFrom sorrow free.\\nI feel thy dimpled arm about my neck,\\nThy lips press mine,\\nI catch the fragrance from thy breath like that\\nFrom summer kine.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "69\\nThe busy day is done, thy dreamy head\\nRests near my heart,\\nThou sleepest\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I wake Fancy lets fall the wand,\\nThe hot tears start.\\nI blindly read the page which tells to me\\nThat fell disease\\nIn dire consumption s ever fearful form\\nThy vitals seize.\\nKisses I send thy brow, thy cheeks, thy lips,\\nAnd thy pale hands;\\nO, Death, in tender valor bear ray loved one o er\\nLife s sunset sands.\\nTO ELVIRA.\\nOTHER-Sister, Sister-Mother,\\nFrom the upper realms of light,\\nListen to my full heart yearnings,\\nHover near me just to-night.\\nTell me of my loved ones with thee\\nIn the fields of Paradise,\\nHappy there beside the waters\\nThat from living spriugs arise.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "When they sing their songs of gladness,\\nSing the souls most glorious birth,\\nDo they stop and sometimes hearken\\nTo the voices of the earth\\nIf they do, 0, watch their faces,\\nTell me, do their features show\\nThat they have a thought of pity\\nFor our sometimes speechless woe?\\nEldest of our mother s daughters,\\nOft my thoughts will turn to thee,\\nDwelling on the care so tender\\nThat thou always gavest me.\\nMother-Sister, Sister-Mother,\\nHeavy fell the chastening rod,\\nWhen through Casco s stormy waters\\nThou passed up from earthly sod.\\nn", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "A TWILIGHT SCENE.\\nQjT WEET picture! in the gray twilight\\n*^J The children, robed in garments white,\\nAre ready for the hours of night.\\nThe mother, free from household care,\\nNow strokes the baby s shining hair,\\nWhile others gather near her chair.\\nThey make a circle, hand in hand,\\nThen beg in language quaintly grand,\\nFor tales again from Wonder-Land.\\nThe mother for the dozenth time\\nTells how, when woodland flower-bells chime,\\nTen elfins dance upon a dime.\\nBut though they dance, they are not glad,\\nBecause in teasing tricks quite bad\\nThey make each other very sad.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "She tells of fairies kind and good,\\nWho in the hearts of lilies brood,\\nJust on the borders of the wood.\\nThey go to bed in cups of moss,\\nAll lined with silken, amber floss,\\nAnd to each other kisses toss.\\nAfter the still, long night is through,\\nThey bathe themselves in drops of dew,\\nHiding among the violets blue.\\nThe children list with upturned eyes,\\nWondering wherein the secret lies.\\nThat makes mamma so good and wise.\\nWhen the loved fairy tales are done,\\nWith pattering feet each little one\\nFor goodnight kiss doth gaily run.\\nThe last fond word is scarcely said\\nBefore each busy, curly head\\nIs dreaming in its snowy bed.\\nO, man, so tired of world-wise ken,\\nWhat wouldst thou give to lean again\\nUpon thy mother s knee, as then?", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "73\\nAnd lady, cramped in fashion s mold,\\nWould st thou not barter gems and gold\\nTo feel a mother s arms unfold\\nThy form, and draw thee to her breast?\\nThe dearest spot on earth to rest\\nTwere Paradise to be so blest.\\nAh me, to be so free from care,\\nWhile fairy pinions fan the air,\\nIs one of childhood s favors fair.\\nThe years go by, our trust grows less,\\nWe slip away from that caress,\\nThat ever sought to soothe and bless.\\nNo more the fairy pinions stir,\\nThe great world s noisy hum and whir\\nOur simple infant visions blur.\\n0, would some fairy, good and mild,\\nHush all our grown-up passions wild,\\nAnd make us as a little child.\\nA little child in trust and love,\\nAs free from guile as spotless dove,\\nLiving the grosser life above.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "THE HUNTED STAG.\\nTT7HE huntsman s horn at early morn\\n^J- 9 Is echoing down the glen,\\nThe faithful hounds, with eager bounds,\\nCome forth to meet the men.\\nOn yonder plain is seen again\\nThe peaceful, grazing deer,\\nThey scent the air, and look with care\\nTo learn if foe appear.\\nWhoop whoop hurrah they spy afar\\nTheir frightened, meek-eyed prey\\nSwift, swift the chase the hunter s race\\nIs bold and free to-day\\nNow up the fen the hounds and men\\nDash with a headlong speed\\nAcross the brake, round forest lake,\\nO er vale and upland mead.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "75\\nPast peak and crag the an tiered stag\\nKeeps ever on before,\\nTill noonday s gleam, beyond the stream,\\nLights up a friendly shore.\\nWith one wild bound he clears the ground\\nAnd swims the swollen river,\\nHe s safe at lasb, the danger s past,\\nThe chase is given over.\\nO, soul of thine and heart of mine,\\nWhen passions fierce pursue,\\nUp for the pack is on the track,\\nFlee fen and forest through.\\nSpeed, speed ye well o er field and fell\\nOutstrip pursuing hounds,\\nYour shore attain, so shall ye gain\\nLife s safer, higher grounds.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "A TRIFLE.\\nVKR the snow,\\nSo pure and white.\\nThe cold winds blow\\nThis wintry night\\nIn quivering streams\\nThe pale moonbeams\\nOn all things fall\\nLike a shining pall\\nTo-night.\\nUnder the snow,\\nSo pure and white,\\nIn their beds so low.\\nShut away from light,\\nOur darlings sleep,\\nWhile the bright stars keeji\\nFrom towers on high\\nIn the holy sky\\nTheir watch.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "Above the snow,\\nAbove the clouds,\\nWhere no winds blow\\nAnd no gloom enshrouds,\\nWhere no cold breath\\nFrom the shores of death\\nSweeps o er the strand\\nOf that bright land\\nThey live.\\nAnd we shall meet\\nAll in good time,\\nYes, we shall greet\\nIn that fair clime,\\nWhere no sorrows fall,\\nAnd no storms appall,\\nWhere beyond the tomb\\nThe spring flowers bloom\\nAlways.\\n^*5", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "TO ARTHUR,\\nOn bringing me a handful of purple Houstonia blossoms in\\nFebruary.\\nYTYHY dimpled hands have brought to me\\nejte) rp^ e heralds f ^he gpring^\\nEmblems of truth and purity,\\nOf innocence and modesty,\\nAnd every lovely thing.\\nHast thou been out, my darling child,\\nWithin the woodland bowers,\\nAnd didst thou find in crevice wild,\\nWhere morning sunbeam longest smiled,\\nThese purple tinted flowers?\\n/wandered on the distant hills\\nAnd searched with earnest care\\nAlong the silver-footed rills\\nWhose tinkling melody infills\\nThe balmy, southern air.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "79\\nAnd no bright, fragrant flowers found,\\nTo cheer my longing sight.\\nAlthough I scanned each nook around,\\nAnd bent above each mossy mound\\nTo catch their trembling light.\\nPerchance a clearer sight to thee,\\nMy blessed, blue-eyed boy,\\nIs given, so thou quick can see\\nSpring s amethystine jewelry\\nThat brings thee sweetest joy.\\nDear Arthur, may thy vision keen\\nIn all life s coming hours\\nLead thee to where the emerald green\\nIs decked with blossoms pure and clean,\\nLike these sweet-scented flowers.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "THE GLEANER.\\nYjYHE crimson sun is slanting down the west,\\n^Jl 9 The shadow s growing long;\\nI see the purple on the mountain s crest,\\nI hear the nightbird s song.\\nThe notes are glad because the toil is done,\\nThe autumn sheaves are bound\\nThe master calls, Ho reapers every one\\nCome from the harvest ground.\\nUpon the hills, bathed with supernal glow,\\nI see their sickles gleam\\nAnd ere the shadows fill the vale below\\nThey will have crossed the stream.\\nWhile here I wander on the stubble plain,\\nWith bleeding feet and sore,\\nScanning each nook for heads of bearded grain\\nTo add unto my store.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "81\\nAh soon a solemn voice to me will say,\\nGleaner, to thee I call,\\nCome from my fields while yet the light of day\\nShall on thy pathway fall.\\nWith tearful eyes and almost empty hands,\\nWearied and sad I come;\\nI bring no yellow r sheaves with golden bauds,\\nTo give me welcome home.\\nWhile yet the morn was shining bright and fair,\\nI waited on the green,\\nAnd only after noontide s bustliug care\\nDid I go forth to glean.\\nThen my slow feet were tired from household toil,\\nOthers before had been,\\nScarce naught I bring thee from the evening s moil,\\nKind Master, take me in.\\nThe cold night dews are falling on my hair,\\nThe clouds portend the rain\\nO, take me in, and give thy sheltering care,\\nLet me not plead in vain.\\nI ask no wages for my meager store.\\nAnd claim no honored seat;\\nI only beg to rest till night is o er,\\nBeside the reaper s feet.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "TO A SNOW BIRD.\\nHEX angry clouds their flags unfurl,\\nAnd tempests round thy pathway hurl.\\nWhat guides thee through the wintry sky.\\nAnd gives the strength to clear the storm?\\nWhence comes thy clothing, soft and warm,\\nThat saves thee from the Snow King s harm?\\nDear bird, so shy.\\nSo brave, defying wind and sleet,\\nSo graceful, in thy movements fleet.\\nThy pinions spread\u00e2\u0080\u0094now here, now there,\\nNow swinging on a blade of sedge,\\nNow picking seeds from icy hedge,\\nNow resting on my window ledge.\\nSo free from care.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "83\\nSweet bird, the power that teaches thee\\nIs kind Instructor, too, of me;\\nShall I, a creature of the dust,\\nWhen troubles meet in stormy strife,\\nAnd sweep across the fields of life,\\nWith all the ills of winter rife.\\nThat Power distrust?\\nAh, no! thou tiny, flitting thing,\\nMore regal than a human king\\nWhat precious lessons thou dost teach\\nUntil my winter s day is spent\\nI ll strive like thee to be content\\nWith every humble blessing sent\\nWithin my reach.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "LITTLE MIRIAM.\\nTu ITTLE Miriam, happy sprite,\\nJ^A Like some radiant songster bright,\\nYou are flitting here and there,\\nLike the songsters, free from care\\nEver busy as a bee\\nAt your work or play I see;\\nLittle Miriam, child of light,\\nWith the spirit garments white.\\nLittle Miriam, come to me\\nWith your heart from sorrow free\\nOn my heart a sadness lies\\nAnd I m yearning for the skies\\nYearning for that peaceful home,\\nWhere no storms of sorrow come;\\nLittle Miriam, come to me,\\nWith your young heart, glad and free.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "85\\nLittle Miriam,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 bring me flowers\\nFrom your mama s golden bowers\\nBring me pansies gemmed with dew,\\nThey will make me think of you;\\nBring them to my quiet room,\\nThey will light the twilight gloom\\nLittle Miriam, bring me flowers\\nIn my darkest, saddest hours.\\nLittle Miriam, just one kiss,\\nJust this one. and only this.\\nKeep the rest for pale mama,\\nAnd for roguish, teasing pa;\\nKeep one for your darling brother\\nFor the baby keep another\\nLittle Miriam, just one ki.sn,\\nJust this one, and only this.\\nLittle Miriam, did you stray\\nFrom the angels in your play?\\nAlways when I see your eyes\\nI have thoughts of Paradise\\nHave a thought that you belong\\nTo the children s angel throng;\\nLittle Miriam, did you stray\\nDown the angels shining way", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "86\\nLittle Miriam, should you go\\nWhere the living waters flow,\\nTell my spirit Linnie dear,\\nThat you knew her mother here,\\nThat your lips to hers were pressed,\\nThat you nestled on her breast;\\nLittle Miriam, do not go,\\nWe should miss you here below.\\nMiriam s mother, do not hold\\nMiriam in too strong a fold.\\nOn some mournful, solemn day\\nShe from you may slip away\\nDeath may take a flower so fair\\nFor the Upper Gardener s care\\nMiriam s father, do not clasp\\nMiriam in too strong a grasp.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL HANDS.\\nBEAUTIFUL hands, Dot soft and white,\\nNot gloved and hid from the blessed light;\\nOn the fingers small no diamonds shine,\\nNo rubies gleam from the distant mine;\\nNo Teachings forth to the gaping crowd,\\nAs the welkin rings with greetings loud,\\nNo gestures wild, no claspings tight\\nIn the din and strife for woman s right/\\nNo scepter grasped mid golden sheen,\\nWith the regal grasp of a royal queen,\\nBut stained and masked by labor hard,\\nYet subjects fit for the highest bard.\\nBeautiful hands", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "Beautiful hands, for duty strong,\\nIn the sternest tasks, however long,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe willing* hands of the loving bride\\nTake up life s work with an honest pride,\\nCreate new charms or garner wealth\\nFor the happy home of peace and health\\nWhene er the husband tarries long\\nIn the marts of trade or amid the throng,\\nThe beautiful hands for him prepare\\nThe things that make for his loving care,\\nAnd when he returns, his wife to greet,\\nThe eager hands give welcome sweet.\\nBeautiful hands.\\nBeautiful hands in kindly deeds\\nFor the poor man s child or the widow s needs,\\nThey are ever ready and true and just\\nTo divide the loaf in quiet trust,\\nAnd without a hope of reward or fame,\\nThey freely give in humanity s name,\\nThey bear for the thirsty lips to sup\\nThe crystal draft in the humble cup\\nAnd more than this, with a tender care\\nFor those who are caught in passion s snare.\\nThey throw that beautiful mantle round,\\nWhich tinkles not with an empty sound.\\nBeautiful hands", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "89\\nBeautiful hands, the girls and boys\\nAre ever eager for childhood s toys,\\nAnd the diligent hands are never still,\\nBut toil with a mother s cheerful will\\nTo form the kite or cover the ball,\\nTo gladden the hearts of each and all.\\nThe years go by and the sons are grown,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOne goes away to the nearest town\\nIn the sultry days he sickens and dies,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNo mother was there to close his eyes\\nThey bear the form to the old home place,\\nHer lips are touching the dear, dead face.\\nBeautiful hands!\\nBeautiful hands, I feel them now\\nAs in other years they pressed my brow,\\nWhen the fever burned and the hot blood sped\\nThrough the throbbing veins of my aching head\\nI feel the touch of the soothing palm,\\nAs it sought the fiery rage to calm,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd when again I was strong and well,\\nThose gentle hands on my head would dwell,\\nAs her voice would speak of a countless gain\\nOft coming through sorrow and strife and pain,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOf a straighter path up life s mountain side\\nTo sunlit slopes where our views grow wide.\\nBeautiful hands.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "90\\nBeautiful hands, forever at rest.\\nNow crossed on the cold and pulseless breast,\\nTheir every deed has been well done;\\nWhat grander meed have the grandest won\\nGrief sits enthroned on the desolate hearth,\\nAnd darkness broods o er life s rough path;\\nThe generous hands are forever closed.\\nFrom deeds of love they have now reposed\\nThe beautiful hands have ceased to guide,\\nThe bairns are scattered far and wide,\\nBut often from dreams in stranger lands.\\nI wake to the touch of my mother s hands\\nBeautiful hands!\\nBEAUTIFUL FEET.\\nf|J EAUTIFUL feet, not small and white,\\nl^J Encased in fashion s trappings tight,\\nNot primly walking the parlor floor,\\nOr mincing the city pavement o er,\\nNot keeping time to the viol s song,\\nOr going forth with the giddy throng,\\nNot marching on to the dreadful strife\\nWhere the smoky field is with carnage rife", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "91\\nNot treading in pride the nation s halls,\\nOr scaling ambition s crumbling wails,\\nBut the sunburnt feet of a barefoot boy,\\nAs he bounds along in innocent joy.\\nBeautiful feet\\nBeautiful feet, they climb the hills\\nAnd thread the beds of the silver rills,\\nThey seek the glens where the wild bird scream i\\nAnd fathom the depths of the swollen streams;\\nThey scale the crags for the eaglet s nest.\\nAnd press the flowers on the meadow s breast;\\nThey chase the goats o er their zigzag paths,\\nAnd fireflies across the moonlit straths,\\nThey hie for eggs to the crazy loft,\\nThen speed away to the orchard croft,\\nForever going, and never still.\\nExcept when sleep overcomes the will.\\nBeautiful feet!\\nBeautiful feet, they are useful, too\\nThey brush from the grass the morning dew.\\nAs they trip along with the shining pail,\\nTo the bubbling spring in the rocky dale.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThey follow the kine at close of day\\nThro the dell where the twilight shadows play\\nBehind the plow they cheerfully plod\\nTo turn the beautiful valley sod.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "92\\nAnd while is resting the weary team,\\nThe boy is dreaming a boyish dream.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHe measures his track, 0, wonderful plan\\nTo see how soon he will be a mau.\\nBeautiful feet\\nBeautiful feet, a tramp is heard,\\nThe larger feet are booted and spurred\\nOh with heedless steps they crush the flowers\\nThat blossom around life s mystical bowers,\\nAnd they urge the steed to a reckless pace\\nAs they spur him along in a fearful chasr\\nBut softly now, they again press the land,\\nThe man gazes over a prospect grand\\nTwo w^ays are stretching across the plains,\\nHe is counting the losses and summing the gains,\\nThe one way is filled with the popular crowd\\nWho pray to their gods in voices loud.\\nOh beautiful feet.\\nBeautiful feet, uncover the head,\\nHe has chosen the narrower path instead,\\nWithout a thought of self-profit or fame,\\nHe pledges to work in humanity s name,\\nObeying no law of cold dogmas or creeds,\\nBut, bearing a message that pities man s needs,\\nHe raises the fallen, he cheers the lone heart.\\nOf toilings and hardships bearing his pari", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "93\\nWith hand pointing upward, with eye on the trail,\\nHis watchword of courage is, Never say fail.\\nHis voav is to help when the weary are weak,\\nFor love, truth and justice ever to speak.\\nBeautiful feet.\\nBeautiful feet, they are tottering now,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe locks lie white on the wrinkled brow,\\nThe eye is dim and the cheek is pale,\\nThe feet are nearing the cypress vale\\nThey have trod the fens and the mountain pass,\\nLife s upland glades and the wild morass,\\nThey were sometimes weary and sometimes strong,\\nFor the way was rough, and the journey long;\\nBut they are nearing that happy shore\\nWhere loved ones meet to part no more.\\n0, angel kind, the footsteps guide\\nTo the Spirit Home on the other side.\\nBeautiful feet.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "OLD TOM.\\nYTtHOU art sitting in the sun, Old Tom,\\n2J\u00c2\u00ae ^Yhile children round thee play\\nThou art leaning on thy staff, Old Tom,\\nThy thoughts are far away.\\nCall up thy memory, Old Tom,\\nAnd talk awhile with me;\\nTalk of thy childhood s home, old Tom,\\nSo far beyond the sea.\\nWhen I was but a boy, Dear Miss,\\nFull four score years ago,\\n1 lived in Afric s sunny clime,\\nWhere shining rivers flow.\\nMy father was a chieftain bold,\\nAnd very fond of me;\\nT had a mother whom I loved,\\nAnd little sisters three.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "05\\nOne day I built a tiny boat,\\nThen launched it on the river,\\nAnd clapped ray hands in great delight\\nTo see it dance and quiver,\\nJust then a larger boat than mine\\nCame flying o er the wave;\\nI ran and screamed, The white men come,\\n0, save me, father, save!\\nMy father heard my fearful cry,\\nThen sped along the shore.\\nThe white men had me in their grasp,\\n1 never saw him more.\\nThey put me in a dreadful place,\\nWith many, many others;\\nSome boys like me, some hardy men,\\nAnd some were nursing mothers.\\nThey chained together two and tw T o,\\nTo bring us o er the waters.\\nMy childish arm w r as chained to one\\nOf Afric s prince s daughters.\\nSome clanked their fetters, shrieked aloud,\\nWhile some did wildly rave;\\nSome, victims of a mad despair,\\nSoon found an ocean grave.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "9(5\\nThus many painful, weary weeks\\nWe rode the tossing main\\nhow I longed for friends and home\\nI ne er should see again.\\nOne morn we anchored in a bay,\\nQuite near a verdant shore;\\nTwas Sunday\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and the church bells rang\\nThe placid waters o er.\\nWe landed where, upon a tower,\\nWe saw a banner wave;\\nNext day, beneath its stars and stripes\\nThey sold me for a slave.\\nW T hat is thy recompense, Old Tom,\\nFor early friends aud home?\\nFor seventy years of slavery, Tom,\\nAnd for a foreign tomb?\\nHe gazed out on the shining sea,\\nThe tears bedewed each cheek\\nHe sat a unique picture there.\\nLooking so sad and meek\\nTwo moons went by, and poor old Tom\\nBy gentle hands was laid\\nTo slumber in a quiet spot\\nJust in the cedar s shad", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "PERCHANCE\\nSIRECTLY as increase the squares\\nThat mark each falling .year.\\nOur childhood s heaven upward bears,\\nAnd farther in the distance wears,\\nTo leave us doubting here.\\nPerchance across the boundless seas\\nUpon some happy morn,\\nA whisper from the Upland Leas\\nIs borne along the passing breeze\\nA moment, then is gone.\\nAnd sometimes, when the storms are still\\nWe hear a sacred air,\\nThe tinklings of a silver bell\\nThat bid the holier feelings swell,\\nAnd call the soul to prayer.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "THE SOLDIER.\\nTT7HE trumpets were sounding\\n^J- 9 A nation s reveille,\\nThe war steeds were bounding,\\nAnd cries of Assail ye\\nWere ringing wide over the land.\\nThe banners were flying\\nIn triumph and gladness:\\nThe groans of the dying\\nArose in their sadness,\\nAmid the hoarse tones of command\\nHigh up in the mountains,\\nAll nature was smiling.\\nThe trill of the fountains\\nLike music beguiling,\\nTold only of rest and of peace.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "99\\nThe birds in their joyance\\nMade love to each other,\\nAs if pain and annoyance,\\nVexation and bother,\\nHenceforth and forever would cease.\\nA cot there, vine-covered,\\nIn beai^y was standing,\\nAnd near thadoor hovered\\nA figure commanding,\\nBedecked in its martial array.\\nWith flushed cheek and eye dim\\nHe gazed on his mother\\nHis father was by him,\\nHis sister and brother,\\nFor the soldier was going away.\\nHis country was calling\\nFor freemen devoted\\nHis comrades were falling,\\nLike strong oaks uprooted,\\nBorne down by the wraith of the storm.\\nThe farewells were ended,\\nThe grave admonitions\\nMost kindly were blended\\nWith earnest tuitions,\\nAnd gone was the dearly loved form\\nL\u00c2\u00abrc.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "100\\nThe laugh of the fountains,\\nThe birds, in their gladness.\\nMade mirth in the mountains.\\nBut great was the sadness,\\nAround that now desolate hearth.\\nXo more shall their first-born\\nAt nightfall be coming,\\nTho it seemed he had just gone.\\nThe tune he was humming\\nHad scarce died away down the path.\\nHe left them at morning\\nTo join in the battle;\\nThe morrow s bright dawning\\nWas waked by War s rattle\\nThat made crimson rivers to flow.\\nThe loud cannon thundered\\nO er streamlet and valley,\\nWhile life-ties were sundered\\nMid shouts of Boys, rally,\\nWe are pressed by the fast coming foe.\\nOh the Blue and the Gray\\nFought each other terribly.\\nAll joined in the fray,\\nWounding most horribly\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nKinsman met kinsman with death.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "101\\nYes, the Blue aud the Gray\\nFell over each other,\\nOn that dreadful day\\nWhen brother on brother\\nWas struggling and gasping for breath\\nOn the bloody turf lying,\\nAlone\u00e2\u0080\u0094 unattended,\\nOur soldier was dying\\nAs daylight descended\\nI Fe fell to his last solemn sleep.\\nThe pale silver Hesper\\nHis features was scanning,\\nThe breezes of Vesper\\nHis calm brow were fanning,\\nBut none bent above him to weep.\\nHis deeds are all fameless\\nUncoffined he sleepeth\\nA grave low and nameless\\nHis loved form now keepeth,\\nHard by the Potomac s dark surge.\\nThe voice of the billow r s,\\nAs they sweep to the ocean,\\nThe sigh of the willows\\nIn tremulous motion,\\n\\\\ow chant his funereal dirge", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "102\\nheart-broken motber,\\nAnd sister so cherished,\\nfather and brother,\\nOur soldier has perished.\\nGone down without hate in his breast\\nXo startling reveille\\nWill evermore greet him\\nXo cries of assail ye\\nWill evermore meet him.\\nHe is folded to Infinite Rest.\\nThe Blue and the Gray,\\nHow tender the thought-\\nEach felt on that day\\nFor the Right he had fought.\\nEach one acted manly and true.\\nThen scatter sweet flowers\\nOn each soldier s grave:\\nThe sunshine and showers\\nAlike freshen and lave\\nThe mounds of the Grav and the Blue", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE DYING WIFE.\\n\u00c2\u00a7F you have loved me fondly and deep,\\nClose my pale eyelids to their last sleeep.\\nLay back the tresses from my damp brow.\\nTenderly, fondly, Death weds me now.\\nFold my chill fingers on my still breast,\\nNo more shall heartaches break my calm rest.\\nIn my loved forest make me a grave,\\nWhere the green branches solemnly wave;\\nWhere the bright songsters playfully flit,\\nSinging their love tunes in merriest fit,\\nLay me down gently in my low bed.\\nPlanb the white daisy over my head.\\nTurn to life s duties, cheerful and brave,\\nPatient and trusting, labor to save.\\nCome at the Vespers, leaving your cares,\\nAnd twine my name softly into your prayers,", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "LINNIE.\\nUR little one, the lather said,\\nNe er baby was so fair/\\nAnd sometimes with a manly pride\\nHe smoothed her golden hair,\\nAnd gazed into her pensive eyes\\nOf such cerulean blue,\\nPressing to his the ripe, moist lips,\\nAs sweet as mountain dew.\\nThe months went by, the passing year\\nm Was sinking to its rest,\\nBut lingered with us till I clasped\\nSweet Arthur to my breast\\nShe called him Puss, the wee feet kissed.\\nThen brought each precious toy\\nAnd laid it on the snowy bed,\\nBeside the stranger boy.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "105\\nThe winter fled, spriDg walked the earth,\\nThe summer brought its cares,\\nAnd through the sultry days we toiled\\nTill Vesper brought its prayers.\\nThrough weary hours how womanlike\\nThe two-years woman stood,\\nMinding her baby brother s ways,\\nAnd helped ma all she could.\\nSeptember came, an angel strayed\\nBearing a crystal cup\\nHe smiled to see the dying flowers,\\nThen gathered fragrance up,\\nAnd wandering by that Eden spot\\nHe saw the gentle child,\\nBaptized her with his garnered store,\\nLooked on her face and smiled.\\nShe folded up her little hands\\nAnd closed her love-lit eyes,\\nThen quietly she gave her breath\\nJust as a lily dies\\nAs sunlight from the morning heavens\\nSo passed aw r ay our pet\\nThe glory of the angel s smile\\nWas waiting with her yet.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "10(3\\nWe shrouded up the little form,\\nBut Linnie was not there;\\nWe wreathed the myrtle and the rose\\nAround the brow so fair;\\nThey bore the shining casket forth\\nWhere trees their green spray tossed,\\nThey placed it in the woodland grave,\\nBut Linnie was not lost.\\nMy life was changed, thickly around\\nThe deep, dark shadows lay.\\nBut often now at hush of eve,\\nJust at the shut of day^\\nI seem 1 o see some golden curls\\nFloat in the rosy West,\\nI know I see an infant s hand\\nBeckoning me on to rest", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "MAKE WAY FOR LABOR.\\nWritten soon after the close of the Civil War.)\\nAKE way for Labor Lo, a god\\nBorn of the will of man\\nIs marching o er our Southern sod\\nBehold him in the van.\\nYou ll know him by bis stately tread\\nAnd by his calm high brow\\nYou ll know him by his god-like head\\nAnd by his speech, I trow.\\nYou ll see him in the grand old woods\\nBeneath the mossy oaks,\\nTo clear the honest farmers roods\\nHe lends his sturdy strokes\\nFrom dawn behind the ploddiug team\\nHe ploughs the fertile loam.\\nAnd turns the furrow from the beam\\nTill Hesper lights him home;", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "108\\nNow casting wide the tiny seed\\nUpon the mellow soil,\\nHe bids the millions in ther need\\nTo come with him and toil\\nAnd, ere the summer s shining leaves\\nAre tinged with brown and red,\\nHe binds his golden harvest sheaves\\nAnd garners up his bread.\\nBeside the dusty forge he stands\\nWith brawny arm and bare,\\nAnd shapes with strong and steady hands\\nEach instrument with care;\\nFrom that dark mass of mountain ore\\nHe fashions out the spade\\nWhile by the bellows flaming roar\\nHe bends the reaper s blade.\\nAbove that metal, as a toy,\\nHis hammer high he flings,\\nThen sounding loud with notes of joy\\nHis anvil chorus rings.\\nMake way for Labor! Lo, he speeds\\nWith chisel, plane and square,\\nTo build for traffic s broader needs\\nHis portals wide and fair;\\nHe comes on every prairie side\\nTo rear the cot or hall.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "109\\nTo welcome in the rushiug tide\\nAnd give a home to all.\\nNow, turn ye to the glowing west\\nAnd bend the listening ear,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhat pulses thrill earth s quivering breast?\\nWhat sound is that ye hear?*\\nIt is the tramp of stal worth men\\nWith axe and pick and spade,\\nTheir blows are ringing down the glen\\nAnd echoing up the glade.\\nRight soon the mighty iron horse\\nShall thunder through the vale-\\nShall charge o er hill and moor and moss,\\nCrossing the red man s trail\\nThen earnest toilers on the plains\\nAnd dwellers by the sea\\nWill meet to interchange their gains\\nAnd claim fraternity.\\nMake way for Labor! Lo, he comes\\nTo you, woman, true\\nHe knows within our busy homes\\nThere s work for all to do\\nAnd while ye toil with cheerful zeal\\nTo stitch the needed seam\\nTexas Pacific R. R.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "110\\nHe ll ply the cards, the wheel, the reel,\\nTo fill the weaver s beam\\nDear lady, do not fear to clasp\\nHis hand, so hard and kind,\\nThere s health and vigor in the grasp\\nTo body and to mind\\nAnd, lady, thou may st laurels win,\\nBright thoughts may have their birth\\nAmid the kitchen s bustling din\\nOr by the parlor hearth.\\nAnd thus he brings me to the end\\nOf this my simple rhyme,\\nAnd thus I m sure he ll be my friend\\nThrough all life s coming time.\\nLabor, rest a moment now\\nA wreath to thee I bring\\nStoop to me, 1 will deck thy brow,\\nMy Monarch and my King.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "SING TO ME\\nINE eves are hot with burning tears,\\nSad memories o er me roll,\\nFor shadows from the bygone years\\nAre sweeping through my soul.\\n0. sing to me some soothing song-\\nSome song to lull this pain,\\nAnd lay the spectral shapes that throng\\nThis fevered, aching brain.\\nYes, sing to me some favorite air\\nAnd still the sounds within,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSing with thine accents rich and rare,\\nAnd hush the fearful din.\\nSing not of friends, twill make me sad,\\nFor some have proved untrue,\\nAnd some whose clear faith made them glad\\nHave passed Death s waters through.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "112\\nThe one who loved me in ruy youth\\nHas early gone to rest.\\nShe loved me with a mother s truth;\\nI smile that she is blest.\\nHe w^ho in manhood s golden prime\\nSang to me of his love\\nWent in the glorious Autumn time\\nTo sing his songs above.\\nI do not shed these tears for him,\\nThough now I walk alone:\\nHe s safe beyond the river s brim,\\nHe knows the Great Unknown.\\nBut there is one for whom I weep-\\nDear James, so good and brave:\\nTears for thy memory I keep,\\nTears for thy early grave.\\n0. why should one with generous hand,\\nWith soul so kindly free,\\nWho walked the shores of every land\\nAnd lived upon the sea,\\nCome home to seek his native halls\\nAnd have his mind give way.\\nTo die within those narrow walls\\nBereft of Reason s rav", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "113\\n0, Heavens! that one so proud and high.\\nOne whom we loved so well\\nShould lay him down at last to die\\nWithin a maniac s cell.\\nPress with your hands my throbbing brow\\nI hear him clank his chains\\nI hear him call My Julia now\\nIn tender, mournful strains.\\nSing, sing to me and drown his voice,\\nSing of the hills and trees\\nOr if these themes suit not thy choice,\\nSing of hiH own blue seas.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "THE TWO VOYAGERS.\\nAN ALLEGORY.\\nPRELUDE.\\n7T N aged man, one summer s day,\\n/^L Stood by the sounding sea\\nToe white-eapped breakers in their play\\nWere sporting o er the sunuy bay.\\nYet very sad was he.\\nTime s mystic touch upon his brow\\nHad plowed the furrows deep;\\nHis eye, once bright, was faded now,\\nHis hair was like the virgin snow\\nOn Himalaya s steep.\\nTwo noble youths stood by his side\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHis only earthly joys\\nAnd he had sought the ocean s tide\\nTo launch upon its bosom wide\\nThe barks of these two boys.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "115\\nFIRST VOYAGER.\\nThe one was gay his raven hair,\\nBlack as the robes of night,\\nWas fluttering on the breezy air\\nAround a forehead high and fair\\nAs Parian marble quite.\\nThe fiery glancing of his eye\\nBespoke a fiery soul\\nLike meteor flashing through the sky\\nHis thoughts were flashing proud and high,\\nImpatient of control.\\nMy noble boys/ the old man cried,\\nYour boats are on the shore,\\nAnd you, the objects of my pride,\\nMust leave your native mountain side\\nTo sail life s waters o er.\\nHere s chart and compass, guard them well.\\nThey ll guide you o er the deep,\\nAcross the raging billows swell\\nBy flowery isles were sirens dwell\\nAnd sing the soul to sleep.\\nI need them not to point my path,\\nSaid he of fiery blood\\nWhile sitting by our cottage hearth\\nI ve longed to try the ocean s wrath\\nAnd ride the angry flood.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "116\\nI ve longed to hear the mermaid s song*,\\nTo know their witching wiles,\\nTo see them pass in merry throng-\\nAs my gay barge shall float along\\nThe borders of their isles.\\nAnd saying thus he launched his bark\\nUpon the sounding sea\\nIt skimmed the wave as meadow lark\\nUpiising from the sedges dark,\\nSkims o er the verdant lea.\\nWith pennon broad and streamers gay\\nThe dancing prow was decked\\nWith twining wreath of silvery spray,\\nWith golden star of radiant ray,\\nThe silken sail was flecked.\\nThe barge shot o er the depths of blue\\nRight merrily, in sooth\\nBright islets rose to meet the view,\\nAnd brilliant birds of gorgeous hue\\nSang to the happy youth.\\nSometimes, in shelter of those isles,\\nWith all his sail unloosed,\\nHe listened to the sea nymphs wiles,\\nAnd flattered by the sirens smiles\\nHe in their harbors cruised.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "117\\nAnd sometimes near the maelstrom s whirl,\\nWhen in a daring mood,\\nHe sailed around in giddying twirl,\\nUntil the white wave s rapid curl\\nWould almost chill his blood.\\nThen with a skillful, well trained hand,\\nHe turned his vessel s prow,\\nAnd made toward some outstretched land,\\nWhere, idly anchoring near the strand,\\nHe rested on the bow.\\nOne sultry morn the heavens were rent\\nAbove the poor boy s head,\\nThe bellowing winds their fury spent,\\nThe thunders, too, their terrors lent,\\nTo fill his soul with dread.\\nFast driven out to seas unknown,\\nHe felt his frail boat tossed\\nII is rudder and his helm were gone\\nThe storm came bearing fiercely on,\\nHe knew that he was lost.\\nAnd thicker grew the midday gloom,\\nAnd wilder screamed the blast;\\nYet louder grew the thunder s boom\\nThe boat went hurrying to its doom,\\nAs whirlwind rushes past.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "118\\nAnd ere the sunset s golden glow\\nShone o er that lone, lone wave.\\nThe gay, proud boy lay far below\\nAmong the rocks, where corals grow\\nWithin his ocean grave.\\nSECOND VOYAGER.\\nThe other fair his locks of gold\\nFell o er his roseate cheek\\nHis forehead, too, was high and bold,\\nHis features cast in thoughtful mold,\\nHis blue eyes soft and meek.\\nCompass and chart the old man gave,\\nHe pressed them to his breast;\\nHe knew they might his frail boat save,\\nWhen midnight storm should rock the wave,\\nAnd lift the breaker s crest\\nHe kissed his father s trembling hand,\\nThe warm tears gushing free;\\nHis youthful heart could understand\\nThat he must leave his childhood s land,\\nAnd bravely put to sea.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "119\\nDear father, bless, the fair boy cried,\\nAnd wish with me once more,\\nThat angel hands my boat may guide\\nAcross the stormy, tossing tide.\\nTo the Eternal shore.\\nThen on the ever restless main\\nHe launched his shallop light\\nIt sped along the liquid plain,\\nThe glittering spray, like jeweled rain.\\nRose round it, soft and white.\\nNo streamers gay, no pennons fair\\nBedecked the slender mast\\nOne snowy sail was outspread there,\\nTo catch the breezy morning air,\\nAs on the shallop passed.\\n0, many, many a weary day\\nThat brave boy s light canoe\\nKept ever on its steady way,\\nBy emerald isle and azure bay,\\nBy eddying whirlpool, too.\\nAnd many a time the sun went down\\nUpon those seas so lone;\\nWhile night put on her darkest frown,\\nWithout one star to gem her crow r n,\\nOr deck her sable zone.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "120\\nStill on and on, by day and night,\\nThat boat swept o er the seas,\\nWith sail unreefed and gleaming white,\\nWith every inch of canvas tight,\\nIt strained before the breeze.\\nOne fearful night the wind screamed loud\\nAbove the crested wave\\nThe lightning from a lurid cloud\\nEnwrapped the boy as funeral shroud\\nEnwraps one for the grave.\\nOn, on, and by the levin s flash\\nThe brave boy read his chart;\\nHe heard tumultous thunders crash.\\nHe saw the angr3 billows dash,\\nBut he was strong of heart.\\nDown came the pelting midnight storm.\\nHis boat to overwhelm\\nWhen lo there gleamed a beacon warm,\\nAnd lo there stood a shining form,\\nAn angel took the helm.\\nThrough all the terrors of that night,\\nThrough* all the mad, wild roar,\\nThat shining form with angel might\\nSteered toward the glowing beacon bright,\\nSteered for the radiant shore!", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "121\\nAnd when the rosy hand of dawn\\nUnlocked the gates of day,\\nThe tempest and the clouds were gone,\\nThe everlasting purple morn\\nRevealed a peaceful bay.\\nThe boat skimmed o er the calm bay s breast\\nBefore the gentle breeze\\nThe boy could see the Land of Rest,\\nCould see the lovely mountain s crest,\\nAdorned with verdant trees.\\nAnd ere the city s silver bell\\nChimed o er those shores so fair,\\nThat pinnace frail was anchored well\\nBeyond the moaning ocean s swell,\\nBeyond the world of care.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "THE CHRISTMAS TIME.\\nGAIN has come the Christinas time,\\nAgain the bells their music peal,\\nWe list to hear their deep notes steal\\nO er grove and field in merry chime.\\nThe churches filled with mellow light,\\nAnd garnitured with evergreen,\\nSend forth their floods of Christmas shee*\\nTo glorify the Christmas night.\\nThe Christmas log burns on the hearth,\\nThe boards are heaped with Christmas cheer,\\nAnd friends who hold each other dear\\nAre gathering in social mirth.\\nSkipping around the Christmas tree,\\nThe merry children clap their hands,\\nWhile parents backward count their sands.\\nAnd muse upon their Christmas glee.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "123\\nLet s not forget the needy homes,\\nBut bless the little children there,\\nLet s give them joy and comfort rare,\\nAs sweet as dwell neath palace domes.\\nLet s think of those who sadly err,\\nAnd if there s mid the city s din\\nSome men and women steeped in sin,\\nMay tender pity for them stir.\\nO, may the blessed Christmas chimes\\nRemind them of the years agone\\nBre truth and purity had flown,\\nEre they had scarred their lives with crimes.\\nWhile listening to the sweet refrain,\\nMay they resolve from sin to cease,\\nMay GOOD WILL angels whisper PEACE\\nAnd bear them company again.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "(Companion @obms,\\nSPARKLING WINE.\\nf PARK LING wine, how rich thy flow\\nNow let me read in thy ruby glow,\\nWhile a sadoess o er my spirit steals,\\nThe visions thy beautiful dye reveals.\\nI see in thy depths a festive throng,\\nAnd I hear the notes of a merry song;\\nI see a beautiful lady stand\\nTo pour the wine, with a jeweled hand,\\nFor a tall, dark man with flashing eye,\\nWho bows and drains the goblet dry,\\nThen leads her forth to talk of love\\nWhile the wistful stars keep watch above.\\nOh! sparkling wine!\\nSparkling wine, I see the bride,\\nShe smiles in joy by her husband s side", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "125\\nHe guides her through their brilliant rooms,\\nWhere the flowers bloom and the fountain hums\\nFriends gather around the festal board,\\nThe red wine flows and the blood is stirred\\nLife s golden sands are rolling on\\nTo the happy sire a son is born\\nHe fondles the babe with manly joy,\\nAnd drinks to the health of his charming boy\\nThe mother beholds with anxious eye\\nAnd turns from her darling to hide the sigh.\\nOh! sparkling wine!\\nSparkling wine, the years pass on,\\nThe smile from the lady s face is gone\\nIn its stead I see a world of care,\\nAnd I hear the tones of an anguished prayer\\nAs she listens beside the midnight grate\\nFor the step of him who comes so late\\nI see by the flickering taper s gloom,\\nThe Spirit of Want pervades the room\\nBut, hush he comes from his midnight lair,\\nI hear him climbing the narrow stair,\\nHe brings the stench of the wine-mad crowd,\\nHe curses the watcher in sorrow bowed.\\nOh sparkling wine\\nSparkling wine, time speeds its flight,\\nAnd the wistful stars look down to-night", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "186\\nOn a boy who treads the stormy street,\\nWith crownless hat and purple feet\\nHeaven pity the lad,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he is bending low\\nAnd grappling that seeming mass of snow,\\nHe sees by the lamplight s fitful glare\\nHis father s frozen eyeballs stare\\nHis childish hands are with terror staid,\\nHe shrieks aloud for the watchman s aid\\nThey bear the form to its garret bed.\\nYe dregs of wine! we are with the dead.\\nOh sparkling wine!\\nCRYSTAL WATER.\\nfSf RYSTAL water, thy glinting beams\\nw Bring to my vision most beautiful dreams\\nI wander away from womanhood s strand\\nAnd enter once more fair childhood s land.\\nI see two children again afloat\\nOn the silvery lake in a rustic boat.\\nI see the boy with his insect bribe\\nAs he deftly catches the finny tribe\\nI see the sister with movements fleet,\\nAs she gathers the water lilies sweet;\\nA lily cup in the flood she dips,\\nTo bear to her brother s thirsty lips,\\nPure, crystal water", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "127\\nCrystal water, the April showers\\nAre making to bud the woodland bowers,\\nThe emerald leaf on bush and tree\\nAgain in the forest glades I see\\nThe birds send forth from their tiny throats\\nA merry chorus of sylvan notes,\\nAnd gaily fly to the streamlet s side\\nTo dip their wings in the sparkling tide;\\nBut the springs slip by, with their smiles and tears,\\nAnd I stand again in the larger years,\\nLife s wintry clouds hang heavy and low\\nBlest thought, as wool is given the snow.*\\nDear crystal water\\nCrystal water, the summer rains\\nHave fallen alike on hills and plains\\nThe autumn comes with its golden stores,\\nThe farmer widens his threshing floors,\\nThe boys drive in the faithful teams,\\nThey pile the sheaves to the upper beams.\\nAnd now the voice of the garrulous flail\\nIs proudly telling along the vale,\\nEnough, enough for the winter s cheer,\\nThanks, thanks, for the plentiful rain this year;\\nWhile the daughter trips from the well curb s brink,\\nWith a cooling draught for the men to drink.\\nSweet, crystal water", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "128\\nCrystal water, in drops of dew,\\nOur love for nature is born anew\\nThe beautiful flowers, those smiles of God,\\nLast night lay thirsting on the sod;\\nThe heavens distilled their limpid freight;\\nThis morn I see by my garden gate\\nThe bluebell and the moss rose dressed\\nIn jewels fit for a monarch s crest\\nI see from the shining dewdrop\\\\s wealth\\nMy flowers have drank their own sweet health\\nWhile the pansies nod in modest glee\\nAcross the gay anemone.\\nFresh, crystal water\\nCrystal water, heaven s own hue\\nIs reflected from thy depths so blue\\nI see beyond that mirrored star\\nThe pearly gates of Heaven ajar;\\nI gaze and I see the glorious gleam\\nOf vernal meads and winding stream,\\nI catch a glimpse of shimmering founts,\\nOf peaceful vales and flowery mounts.\\nOf white-robed hosts all free from sin,\\nWho to those realms are passing in,\\nWhile an angel says, in accents clear,\\nOnly the pure can enter here.\\nClean, crystal water!", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "TO HINNIE flASON.\\nOW I love thee, Minnie MasoD,\\nLove thy bright and witching eyes.\\nLove thee as I love few others\\nNeath the arching azure skies\\nFull of life and girlish pleasure,\\nAs the birds of air are free.\\nPlaying on me pranks of mischief\\nIn thy overflowing glee.\\nYes, I love thee, Minnie Mason,\\nIn thy tasks so neat and fleet.\\nWondering if there is another\\nIn this world like thee so sweet\\nAnd I watch thee as thou walkest\\nOut among the rich and poor,\\nSee thee smile on those most kindly\\nWho the most of grief endure.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "130\\nOft I see thee, Minnie Mason,\\nGiving help to tottering age,\\nHear thee teach the little children\\nLessons true from Reason s page;\\nHear thee softly ask the erring\\nIf from all their bitter strife\\nThey will turn with firm endeavor\\nTo the better paths of life.\\nThis is why, dear Minnie Mason,\\nI so love thy witching eyes\\nThat look out with tender goodness\\nUpon all beneath the skies\\nFull of sympathy and pity\\nFor the wearied ones of earth,\\nCrave I purest blessing on thee,\\nWhile I love thee for thy worth.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "ft\\\\\\nWAR PICTURES.\\nDedicated to the War Makers.\\nH no, iny gay and gallant friend,\\nI cannot dance to-night\\nLet not these words thy heart offend,\\nI cannot break my plight.\\nBut come with me, aside I ll throw\\nThe veil of sight and sound\\nThat in great pity for our woe\\nIs kindly flung around.\\nCome walk with me the outer world,\\nThat world so full of dread,\\nWhere the grim Fiend of War has hurled\\nThe dying and the dead.\\nLook yonder on that battle field\\nWhere Death has set his seal,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAbove the cold, unburied slain\\nThe carrion vultures wheel.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "138\\nThere lies a man in blood-stained shroud,-\\nLook on his clotted hair\\nThat shades his pale, fair forehead proud,-\\nThe worms are creeping there!\\nAnd here is one who bore his part\\nRight loftily and high\\nA wolf is gnawing at his heart!\\nA raven pecks his eve\\nBehold that slimy, fetid shore!\\nHark to that rushing flood\\nStep not upon that crimson gore,\\nCross not those waves of blood\\nBui see, beyond, another stream,\\nAnd on the hither side\\nInverted torches with their gleam\\nLight up the somber tide.\\nA boatman hurries to and fro,\\nAnd ever fills his bark\\nWe cannot see them where they go,\\nThe night hangs low and dark.\\nNow turn from this and list the moans\\nThat come upon the gale.\\nOh, hear those piercing treble tones\\nThey are the widow s wail.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "133\\nAnd other piping tones I hear,\\nHow sad that this should be\\nThe little children, in their fear,\\nSob at their mother s knee.\\nThe spirit of the gale now sweeps\\nA tender, minor chord,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA gentle maiden softly weeps\\nFor one whom she adored.\\nAnd hush the breeze now bears along\\nA diapason swell\\nYou never heard so sad a song,\\nIt s anguish none can telJ.\\nA thousand gray -haired parents weep\\nTheir tears pour down like rain\\nFor those who sleep the heavy sleep\\nThat ne er shall break again.\\nNow striking in the octave grand\\nOf deep and solemn bass,\\nHark to the patriots of the land\\nIn sorrow for their race\\nOnce more, there comes a fearful yell,\\nA demon s on the track\\nFamine and all the hounds of hell\\nAre loosened in a pack", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "134\\nMy trembling hand, let fall the veil,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nClose up the awful seam\\nMy feeble pen, Oh, stop the tale\\nThat is no poet s dream\\nGo back, my friend, to yonder halls\\nWhere mirth and love sit crowned\\nWake up within those lighted walls\\nThe viol s festive sound.\\nAnd with the giddy, smiling crowd\\nThy merry vigils keep,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI cannot bear their voices loud,\\nI ll wait without and weep.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "THE MOUNTAIN SPRING,\\nf HERE Allegheny s lofty peaks\\n^jPjl Are piled towards the arching skies\\nAnd Nature s wild and varied forms\\nIn everlasting grandeur rise,\\nThere is a bubbling, crystal spring\\nEmbosomed in a fastness high,\\nSo very small that at one draught\\nA single ox can drink it dry.\\nIts melody is ever heard\\nMid summer s drought and winter s snow,\\nAnd many a song of love it sings\\nTo flowers that near its margin grow\\nA rillet now of silvery sheen\\nIt hastens down the mountain side\\nAnd winds the verdant vale below,\\nWhere crickets chirp and fireflies hide.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "136\\nIt soon helps form a river deep,\\nTo journey on through field and wood,\\nWhile green trees, wrapped in virgin s bower,\\nAre mirrored in its shining flood\\nOd. on it rushes, clear and bold,\\nWhere noble Mississippi charms,\\nNow does its part to onward bear\\nThe products of a thousand farms.\\nIt lingers not, but with a bound\\nIt seeks the billowy ocean s breast;\\n0. how unlike the tiny spring!\\nTis now a wave with foamy crest,\\nAnd with a never-failing strength\\nTwill ever wash the sandy shore\\nWhile myriad stars look calmly down\\nAs if to list the endless roar.\\nMy friend, I ask, hast thou e er seen\\nAught like the little mountain spring?\\nA noble, brave, unselfish deed\\nIs no light, unforgotten thing:\\nTho small it seems, it is not lost,\\nBut like the spring, the rill, the river,\\nIt swells into a lasting wave\\nWhose moral power is felt forever.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "CLAUDE S STORY,\\nPRELUDE.\\n^PEAK kindly to the drunkard s child\\n4*J In mercy spurn him not,\\nt know by his dark eyes so wild\\nThat fearful is his lot.\\nYou cannot dream of half the strife,\\nThe poverty and woe,\\nThat meet him at the gates of life\\nAnd pinch his features so.\\nSee how he stands, in posture meek,\\nHis purple feet quite bare,\\nThe tear drops on his sunken cheek,\\nThe sleet upon his hair.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "138\\nOh, speak a kind and pleasant word\\nWhen ere you pass him by\\nA gentle tone has often stirred\\nThe soul to purpose high.\\nAnd show him tho his life may be\\nOf every joy bereft,\\nThat on his dark and stormy sea\\nThere are some sunbeams left.\\nTHE STORY.\\nMy early boyhood s happy days\\nI can remember well,\\nEre sorrows lay along life s ways\\nOr shadows round me fell.\\nI recollect my father, now,\\nHis bearing proud and high,\\nThe lofty aspect of his brow,\\nThe sparkle of his eye.\\nWhen er he- held me on his arm\\nAgainst his breast so broad,\\nI felt secure from every harm\\nAnd watched his every nod.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "139\\nMy mother\u00e2\u0080\u0094 would that I could paint\\nThe beauties of her face\\nMy simple words are all too faint\\nHer lineaments to trace.\\nOh, never were such wond rous eyes\\nTo other mortal given,\\nWith color like to sapphire skies,\\nThey seemed a thought of heaven\\nWhen childMi troubles round me pressed\\nI sought their loving glance,\\nWhile on my heart a peace would rest\\nAs blissful as a trance.\\nHer hair, as black as starless night\\nUpon the distant sea,\\nFell round her shoulders, fair and white,\\nLike shining drapery.\\nHer figure in its sylph-like grace\\nW 7 as beautiful and rare,\\nAnd with her lovelv, matchless face,\\nMade sweetest picture fair.\\nWe had a dwelling by the sea\\nWhere we could hear its roar,\\nAnd oft my parents walked with me\\nAlong its shelly shore.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "140\\nOr sometimes, by my father s side,\\nI scaled a craggy rock\\nTo view the wrest ling of the tide\\nAnd feel the breaker s shock.\\nAt other times my mother s hands\\nWould help me gather shells\\nTo build quaint houses on the sands\\nTill chimed the twilight bells.\\nOh, those were peaceful, joyous years,\\nAll free from woe and strife;\\nI knew no real cause for tears,\\nLove filled and crowned my life.\\nI loved the sea-bird s startling cry,\\nAs o er the waves it sped\\nI loved to see it circling high\\nAbove my giddy head.\\nI loved the ocean s solemn moan\\nAt times it seemed so grand,\\nSo like some mighty leader s tone\\nIn royal, high command.\\nI loved to hear my mother tell\\nAbout her brother Claude,\\nWho went beyond the seas to dwell\\nUpon a foreign sod.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "141\\nWhen her dear hands, at close of day,\\nRan o er the organ keys,\\nI always loved to hear her play\\nThe Anthem of the Seas.\\nI deemed such joys were mine to last;\\nBut, no there came a change.\\nToo soon these blessings from us passed\\nFor trials sad and strange.\\nMy father often went away,\\nLeaving us much alone\\nSomehow 1 did not mourn his stay,\\nOr grieve when he was gone.\\nFor when he came he brought no bliss,\\nBut much of fear and pain,\\nAnd for my gentle mother s peace\\nI wished him gone again,\\nI saw her day by day grow pale,\\nThe gladness leave her eye\\nAnd when I asked for song or tale,\\nShe answered with a sigh.\\nShe who had been so bright and fair,\\nSo joyous in her life,\\nNow bent beneath a weight of care\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nShe was a drunkard s wife.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "142\\nAnd I\u00e2\u0080\u0094 oh, how it seared my brain\\nI WAS A DRUNKARD S CHILD\\nI felt and owned the horrid stain\\nIn anguish fierce and wild.\\n1 could not understand or know\\nWhy this great change should be;\\nWhy he who once had loved us so\\nShould bring us misery.\\nOne morn, when summer s southern gale\\nSwept o er my still loved seas,\\n1 heard an infant s feeble wail\\nBorne to me on the breeze.\\nOld Clara called me to the bed\\nWhere my pale mother lay,\\nAnd in her softest rccents said\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nClaude, here s your sister May.\\nI saw a little, meek-eyed dove,\\nMy yearning heart to stir;\\nBut overshadowing all my love\\nI felt the shame for her.\\nI folded her upon my breast,\\nI kissed her through my tears,\\nThe rosy, bird-like hands caressed\\nWhile thinking of the years", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "143\\nWhich lay along the dreadful road\\nBetween us and the tomb,\\nEre we could reach that blest abode\\nWhere shame could never come.\\nI marveled why, in life s sad plan,\\nThis babe must suffer too\\nAnd marveled why each stalwart man\\nCould not be good and true.\\nMy mother said My darling boy,\\nLife s purposes are high.\\nBe brave in sorrow as in joy\\nRest cometh by and by.\\nNow you must be, my precious child.\\nA worker by my side\\nTrusting and hopeful, good and mild,\\nYour little sister s guide.\\nI turned and sought the ocean s shore\\nTo hear its billows roll;\\nA peace I had not felt before\\nFell on my troubled soul.\\nThe white waves seemed to say to me,\\nA worker by my side.\\nSoft voices whispered from the sea,\\nYour little sister s guide.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "144\\nYes, I could work. My childish hands\\nShould labor day by day\\nTo do my mothers least commands,\\nHer every wish obey.\\nYes, I could be my sister s guide,\\nCould soothe her infant tears,\\nCould lead her by my stronger side\\nUp to the larger years.\\nTime wore away. We left the sea\\nAnd sought the city s din,\\nReduced to want and poverty\\nBy my poor father s sin.\\nOur pretty, cherished household things\\n.Had long ago been sold;\\nMy mother s necklace and her rings\\nExchanged for needed gold.\\nAnd now in our poor tenement\\nWe labored from morn s light\\nFor wood and clothing, food and rent,\\nTill far into the night,\\nThe faded mother by my side\\nSeemed not the one of yore\\nIf I had loved her in my pride,\\nI loved her now far more.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "145\\nI tried to make her burdens less,\\nAnd helped her all I could\\nBy deed and word and kind caress\\nI sought to do her good.\\nThrough all our darkness and dismay\\nWe had one sunbeam left\\nOne ever bright and cheering ray\\nBy which our clouds were cleft.\\nMy little sister s loving words,\\nThe patter of her feet,\\nWere like the voices of the birds,\\nAnd like to music sweet.\\nAnd when our poverty was such\\nWe had but one small room,\\nI often felt our wealth was much\\nWith her to light the gloom.\\nSometimes our father s awful wrath\\nWould make us quail and cower\\nOnce when I chanced to cross his path\\nHe struck me to the floor.\\nBut, oh, he knew not what he did,\\nA demon filled his soul\\nThe last faint trace of man was hid\\nIn poison from the bowl", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "146\\nEight years went by\u00e2\u0080\u0094 eight weary years\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWe bent beneath our load.\\nOur toils and pains, our griefs and fears,\\nWere onlv known to God.\\nJ\\nCONCLUSION.\\nAgain beside the sounding sea\\nWe have our olden home;\\nWe hear the ocean s minstrelsy\\nAnd see its flashing foam.\\nYes, we are here; but yet, not all\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHis erring soul has fled\\nFor him our tears will sometimes fall-\\nHe rests now with the dead.\\nSometimes we softly speak his name\\nIn memory of those days\\nWhen he our trust and love could claim\\nBy all his noble ways.\\nA dark, tall man now fills his place,\\nHis forehead high and broad,\\nThe stamp of goodness on his face-\\nBlessings on Uncle Claude!", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "147\\nHe came from India s sunny shore\\nAnd took us to his breast\\nHe says he ne er will leave us more-\\nRich blessings on him rest.\\nMy mother s step has grown more light,\\nHer face more free from care,\\nAlthough the silvery threads of white\\nAre gleamiDg in her hair.\\nThe olden glance is in her eye,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat glance of love so pure,\\nSerene as evening s sapphire sky\\nOh, long may it endure\\nFarewell the golden curls of May\\nAre floating in the breeze.\\nShe calls I go to hear her play\\nThe Anthem of the Seas.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "FROM CHILDHOOD TO AGE\\nEAR gentle child, with the .surmy brow,\\nThe canvas is spread and thy vessel s prow\\nIs turning away from the eastern shore,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThy ship is to sail life s ocean o er\\nThe skies are bright and the pearly spray\\nIs dancing and sparkling along the bay.\\nI look around on the landscape green,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThere are beautiful hills and vales between,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe lambkins are skipping in frolicsome glee.\\nThe birds are building in wall and tree,\\nSweet perfumes arise from gardens of thyme,\\nThe bells are swinging in musical chime.\\nTis a lovely land thou art going to leave,\\nFor its innocent joys thou wilt sometimes grieve;\\nFor the emerald glades where the violets sleep,\\nOn the tossing seas thou wilt sometimes weep;", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "149\\nAs thy bark shall surge o er the angry surf\\nThou wilt sometimes loug for the velvet turf.\\nGo forth, my child, and gather the flowers,\\nGo, gather the vines from the woodland bowers;\\nThey will wither, tis true, their hues will depart,\\nBut their scent will remain to comfort the heart\\nIt will whisper to thee of life s morning land,\\nAs thou bearest away to the western strand.\\nThe jewels of wisdom thy mother gave,\\nTake in memory s casket upon the wave;\\nTake thy mystic girdle of flowing length\\nTo gird up thy loins when thou needest strength,\\nAnd fold ior the voyage thy garments white\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThou wilt need them to wear in the Isles of Light.\\nMy darling, farewell, time cannot be stayed,\\nThy ship is afloat the anchor is weighed,\\nThe breezes are out and the billows play,\\nAs they bear thee from childhood to age away\\nMay thy heart be brave and thy hands be strong,\\nShould the seas be rough and thy journey long.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "LITTLE HANIE\\nTy ITTLE Manie, come to me,\\nJ^A Sit awhile upon my knee\\nLittle sweetheart, don t you know\\nThat 1 cannot let you go\\nTill from childish crystal spriDg\\nWaters for my thirst you bring?\\nLittle Manie, come to me,\\nAnd my little sweetheart be.\\nLittle Manie, on some day,\\nWhen to womanhood you stray.\\nSome great ugly mustachedman\\nWill outbid me if he can.\\nAnd I ll bet my brightest shilling\\nThat you, too, will be quite willing.\\nLittle Manie, may he be\\nBetter far than 1 to thee.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "151\\nLittle Manie, kiss me now\\nKiss my cheeks and lips and brow.\\nOnce a little girl like you\\nHer soft arms about me threw.\\nOn one solemn autumn day\\nDarling went with Death away\\nLittle Manie, kiss my brow-\\nNo one calls me mama* now.\\nLittle Manie, when I go\\nWhere the sleeper lieth low,\\nWhen my earthly race is run,\\nAll its pleasant duties done.\\nWill your heart my memory hold,\\nAs I now your form enfold\\nWill you love the good and true\\nAs I love and cherish you?\\nLittle Manie, when this clay\\nGrumbles to its swift decay,\\nIf my home should be in heaven,\\nIf to spirits it is given\\nTo descend from realms above\\nAnd watch over those they love,\\nLittle Manie, may I be\\nGuardian spirit unto thee?", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "THE SOLDIER S BURIAL.\\nA few weeks ago three American soldiers were taken prison-\\ners in the Philippines one, in trying to make his escape, was\\ndetected and shot his comrades were told to bury him.\\nSpringfield (Mass.) Daily Republican, Feb. 2, 1900.\\nIG gently, friends, with a loving hand,\\nsJ The soil so far from his native land\\nOh, dig ye deep for your comrade brave,\\nAnd let him have no careless grave.\\nGo gather the leaves from the forest green,\\nAnd spread them down in their living sheen\\nGo seek the sweetest flowers that bloom\\nTo pillow his head in that foreign tomb.\\nThen bear ye forth the stiffened clay\\nIn the calm, soft hour of twilight gray,\\nThrough the mossy aisles of the tropic shade,\\nAway from the sound of the clashing blade.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "153\\nFold the pallid hands across his breast,\\nAs his mother did in his baby rest,\\nAnd parting the locks, neglected now,\\nPress one warm kiss on his marble brow.\\nYes, press ye a kiss lor the friends at home,\\nWho look tor the one that will never come;\\nAnd cut one curl from his chestnut hair\\nTo take to his well-loved maiden fair.\\nThen lay him low in his leafy bed,\\nWith the fragrant flowers beneath his head;\\nAnd, as the guardsman s call ye heed,\\nAsk us if there for this was need", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "SLEIGH BELLS.\\nTEAR the merry sleigh bells ring!\\nb L How they ring\\nEvery other note a rhyme,\\nAll in time,\\nRing, ring, ring\\nTo the gallop of the steed\\nAs he dashes on with speed\\nThrough the meadow,\\nDown the hill,\\nO er the shining ice-bound rill,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nChing-a-ring, ching-a-ring,\\nRing, ring, ring\\nThrough the shadow\\nAnd the sunshine\\nOf the forest and the field,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nRing, ring, ring\\nOn the surface of the river,", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "155\\nWhere the frost and sunbeams quiver,\\nChing-a-ring\\nIron hoofs their music yield\\nAs a chorus\\nFloating o er us\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIce and iron join in singing\\nWith their ching-a-ring and ringing,\\nChing-a-ring, ching-a-ring,\\nRing, ring, ring\\nHow fche glinting sunbeams glimmer\\nHow they shimmer\\nOn the bank\\nWhere the bushes, tall and rank,\\nBend beneath the dazzling weight\\nOf their snowy, Parian freight,\\nRing, ring, ring\\nSee them nod in tinkling glee,\\nSheened with pearl and filagree,\\nW T hile the bells\\nAre sending o er us\\nStill their rich and ringing chorus,\\nChing-a-ring, ching-a-ring,\\nRing, ring, ring\\nIn the sleigh, close side by side,\\nTwo young lovers share the ride,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nRing, ring, ring", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "156\\nYet they hear no ching-a-ring;\\nWrapped in furs to keep them warm,\\nSomehow Albert s manly arm\\nMakes a ring round Ellen s waist,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nRing, ring, ring\\nWhile the maiden s heart in haste\\nThrills, thrills, thrills\\nTo the music of the touch,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nRing, ring, ring!\\nChing-a-ring, ching-a-ring!\\nEllen, will you be my bride,\\nLove me well whate er betide\\nPI ear the bells,\\nChing-a-ring, ching-a-ring\\nRing, ring, ring\\nNo sad knells,\\nOut of time,\\nMar the melody and rhyme\\nOf their bliss\\nAs sweet Ellen answers Yes,\\nChing-a-ring, ching a-ring!\\nRing. ring, ring!", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "15*3\\nWEDDING BELLS.\\nfSf HIME, chime, chime!\\nw Hear the mellow rhyme\\nOf the wedding bells,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nChime, chime, chime!\\nTheir merry music tells\\nThat the plighted pair.\\nTo all beholders fair,\\n(For love sweet graces lends)\\nIn presence of their friends.\\nTo make their lives complete\\nWill now their vow repeat,\\nChime, chime, chime\\nIn goodness, pity, truth,\\nFrom earliest years of youth,\\nThese two have lived and grown,\\nRich blessings round them strown\\nThrough helpful word and deed\\nTo all in pain and need,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nChime, chime, chime!\\nNow, through lane and street.\\nIn garments fresh and neat.\\nComes the gathering crowd.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nChime, chime chime!", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "158\\nThe humble and the proud\\nSide by side\\nIn the tide,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nChime, chime!\\nO er the meads,\\nWhere pearly beads\\nDeck the way,\\nCome the thoughtful and the gay,\\nChime, chime, chime!\\nCome the middle-aged and old,\\nGentle maid and stripling bold,\\nKeeping time\\nTo the rhyme\\nOf the chimiDg marriage bells,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nChime, chime, chime\\nTo the railing s side\\nAlbert leads his bride;\\nThen says, in manly voice,\\nDear woman of my choice,\\nThrough joy and sorrow, pain and health,\\nThrough poverty or coming wealth,\\nThrough all the years that are to be,\\nI will protect and share with thee\\nSoul to soul and heart to heart-\\nTill Death s sceptre doth us part:\\nChime, chime, chime v", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "159\\nWith smiling lips and dewy eyes,\\nEllen makes her sweet replies\\nMan, of all I love the best,\\nTake and fold me to thy breast;\\nI will ever be to thee\\nAll thou promisest to me,\\nHeart to heart and soul to soul,\\nTill death s billows o er us roll.\\nChime, chime, chime\\nTurning now with happy pride\\nAlbert kisses the dear bride,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nChime, chime\\nWhom pure love thus joins together\\nMay no troubles put asunder.\\nBlessed chimes,\\nChime, chime!\\nNow the people s blessing\\nFalls like fond caressing\\nOn the loving pair,\\nCrowned with beauty rare,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nChime, chime, chime!\\nNow they know the chimes,\\nThe melody and rhymes\\nOf two earnest lives,\\nFree from social gyves,\\nChiming into one,\\nChime, chime", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "leo\\nMay all cheerful chimes\\nFrom all peaceful climes\\nEver fill their souls,\\nChime, chime, chime\\nMay all dismal ghouls,\\nSending from their throats\\nHarsh, discordant notes,\\nTheir bright pathway shun,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nChime, chime, chime!\\nMay the people s blessing,\\nSoftly on them pressing,\\nFold them like a charm.\\nMay life s teaching,\\nSoul ward reaching,\\nKeep their pure hearts warm.\\nChime, chime, chime!", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "Wmm,\\n\u00c2\u00ae*mm*\u00c2\u00a3$m\\nn-\\nLEARN THOU OF THE EAGLE.\\nThe eagle inhabits the loftiest crags and clefts of the mount-\\nains. When the Storm King trails his majestic cloud-banners\\nover their solemn peaks, this glorious bird grandly rises above\\nthe tempest, and rests on its wings, far above, in the clear,\\nsunny atmosphere.\\nTy EARN thou of the eagle.\\n1\u00e2\u0080\u0094 k Oh! storm-beaten friend.\\nWhen the elements, mad\\nWith wild energy blend\\nLet thy spirit arise\\nAbove the storm s scope,\\nAnd triumphantly rest\\nIn the regions of hope.\\nThere, from its calm waiting,\\nGaze down on the clouds\\nThat cover the mountains\\nLike dark, sombre shrouds", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "162\\nIn the ambient sunshine\\nWith gratitude bathe\\nWhere no poisons gather,\\nAnd no lightnings scathe.\\nSo shall thy mind s plumage\\nUnruffled remain,\\nNe er touched by the tempest,\\nThe hail and the rain\\nThy heart shall hold converse\\nWith all lofty things,\\nAnd abide in that peace\\nWhich true purity brings.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "AGNES VON DE VERE\\nN a quaint old Swedish mansion,\\nLordly in its broad expansion,\\nMidnight shades were wierdly flitting\\nWhile I, by the bedside sitting,\\nWatched my Agnes Yon de Vere.\\nHow the hours passed, little heeding,\\nFrom a Norse book I was reading\\nOf Thor and Sif, of Loke and Sygin,\\nOf the palaces of Odin,\\nWhere brave warriors held their cheer.\\nLoud the midnight winds were blowing,\\nHoarse the midnight cocks were crowing,\\nWhile the crumbling embers sputtered\\nAnd the shadows mutely fluttered\\nO er the antique ceiling high.\\nBy the maiden, pale and sleeping,\\nOn I read, my watch still keeping,\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "164\\nRead of Hela s dismal story.\\nOf Heimdalla s dazzling glory\\nIn the fortress of the sky.\\nBlending with the midnight noises\\nCame the Baltic s dirge-like voices.\\nUttering by its heavy lashings\\nAnd its deep-toned, distant dashings.\\nSolemn minstrelsy sublime;\\nFrom the turrets of the city,\\nLike a chorus to a ditty,\\nCame the w ate h man s midnight crying.\\nTelling how the hours were dying-\\nDropping from the hands of Time.\\nWan and death-like Agnes slumbered,\\nLike her sands were almost numbered;\\nHeaviness my eyeli !s weighing.\\nOutward bound my thoughts went straying\\nTo the regions of the dead.\\nWhile a mournful, saddened feeling-\\nCame upon my senses stealing;\\nYears have passed, yet still I m deeming\\nTwas no common fit of dreaming\\nThat my fevered fancy fed.\\nSure, I saw a figure standing\\nBy the shadowy stairway s landing,", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "1(55\\nAnd I saw that figure enter\\nThrough the arching doorway s center\\nTo the sleeper, drawing near;\\nSure, I heard his footstep falling,\\nAnd I heard his kindly calling,\\nAs I by that bed was sitting,\\nSure, I saw his shadow flitting\\nO er ray Agnes Yon de Vere.\\ni\\nDEATH S CALL.\\nI will lead thee down the mountains\\nBy the river s turbid fountains\\nTo the silent land\\nThou no more shalt pine and languish\\nOn a bed of pain and anguish,\\nMaiden, take my hand.\\nTake my hand, tho damp and chilling.\\nTake it trustingly and willing,\\nI am birt a friend\\nIn Valhalla s rainbow palace\\nThou shalt serve with golden chalice.\\nHappy to attend.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "166\\nCome with me, thy distant morrow\\nMay be fraught with crushing sorrow,\\nDo not fear the cold\\nThou may st mourn my proferred haven\\nWhen some scathing, scorching levin\\nWraps thee in its fold.\\nMaiden, then, take my warning\\nCome with me, the day is dawning\\nO er the eastern main\\nIn the years to come thou It need me,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nFarewell, maiden, I ll not heed thee,\\nThou shalt call in vain\\nThus Death s kind and mournful cadence\\nFell upon my tranced ear,\\nBut away from his pale radiance\\nShrank the maiden, white with fear;\\nThus his solemn call was ended\\nFor my Agnes Von de Vere.\\nThen I heard his footstep clanging\\nBorne upon the starlit air,\\nHeard the sound of marble twanging\\nGainst the ancient, iron stair,\u00e2\u0080\u0094", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "167\\nHeard the hall s old armor rattle\\nAs if knights had met in battle\\nStriking for their lady fair.\\nHeard him as he crossed the portals\\nOut beneath the northern sky.\\nAnd I queried much why mortals\\nEver thus should fear to die;\\nWhile my thoughts on this were centered.\\nIn the room a being entered,\\nTo the bedside drawing nigh.\\nTall, majestic was her bearing,\\nLike some stately dame of yore,\\nAs her footfall, light but daring,\\nFirmly pressed the muffled floor;\\nCheek and limb were duly rounded,\\nShowing health and strength abounded,\\nIn their fullness running o er.\\nBright her eyes and ever changing\\nIn expression and in hue.\\nNow away their vision ranging,\\nNow they seemed to look me through\\nThey were serious, yet they mocked me,-\\nGlancing kindly, yet they shocked me,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nDark as midnight, then a blue.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "168\\nOn her head a garland wore she,\\nWhere the rose and hemlock vied\\nIn her hand a goblet bore she.\\nSparkling with a ruby tide;\\nWhile her garments, in their motion,\\nFell like spray of golden ocean,\\nCircling round her full and wide.\\nUnderneath her mantle shining,\\nBroidered thick with green and gold,\\nWas a glittering serpent twining\\nRound her zone in triple fold,\\nAH my soul was chilled with horror.\\nEvery sense was dumb with terror\\nAs I did the sight behold.\\nSoon she stood quite near the maiden.\\nBending low her queenly head\\nWith its purple tresses laden\\nTill they swept the snowy bed\\nThen in hollow notes of pleasure,\\nTripping on in lightsome measure.\\nTo the maiden thus she said.", "height": "3520", "width": "1918", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "169\\nLIFE S CALL.\\nLeave silent lands\\nTo spectral bands\\nIn rainbow halls ideal\\nWith me depart,\\nI ll warm thy heart\\nAnd feast thee on the real.\\nYes, come with me,\\nRight glad and free\\nWe ll climb the crested mountains\\nWe ll drink our fill\\nFrom purling rill\\nAnd sport us in the fountains.\\nOn mornings fair\\nI ll lead thee where\\nDews gem the sunny valleys,\\nAnd fragrant breeze\\nFrom spicy trees\\nPerfume the woodland alleys.\\nI ll crown thee queen\\nUpon the green\\nAnd love shall kneel before thee;\\nAVith blushing brows\\nThou lt hear his vows\\nLike music s witchery o er thee.\\nL", "height": "3520", "width": "1918", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "170\\nGay birds shall sing\\nAs on the wing\\nThey sportive round thee hover;\\nWhile thou shalt sit\\nIn musing fit\\nBeside thy kingly lover.\\nAnd fairies bright,\\nWith footsteps light,\\nShall trip from elfin bowers\\nBeneath the moon\\nTo sing Love s tune\\nAnd fling thee thornless flowers.\\nSuddenly the vision faded,\\nBy the morning twilight aided\\nI could see the death-like pallor\\nGiving place to life-like color\\nOn that young and lovely face;\\nAnd before the springtime s ending\\nRosy tints were softly blending*.\\nBlending on her cheek and glowing,\\nPlainly to her loved ones showing\\nThat disease had left no trace\\nLife for her unlocked its treasures,\\nGiving to her sweetest pleasures\\nFlowery pathways lay before her.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "171\\nFragrant breezes floated o er her,\\nShe was gayest of the gay\\nWhile a sad and crushing sorrow,\\nFrom which I no rest could borrow,\\nMade ray footsteps ever weary,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMade my journey ings ever dreary\\nO er the hill tops, lone and grey.\\nThus our roads of life were parted,\\nThough in childhood w T e had started\\nHand in hand, through fields Elysian,\\nTo pursue the same bright vision\\nWhich had left my soul unblest;\\nHoping rest might come from motion,\\nI had crossed the tossing ocean,\\nSeeking for my w hi te-h aired mother\\nAnd my azure eyed young brother\\nHomes of quiet in the West.\\nDesert sands went onward flowing,\\nW T hile the years in their outgoing\\nLeft my heart a kindly healing\\nAnd my soul a calm revealing\\nOf life s grander harmonies;\\nFifteen times the flowers had slumbered,\\nFifteen winters had been numbered,\\nBut the flowers again were springing\\nAnd the woods again were ringing\\nWith the wild birds melodies.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "172\\nSunshine and the waviDg shadows\\nChased each other o er the meadows,\\nAnd I watched them in their flitting,\\nAs I sat there, idly knitting.\\nOn that evening still and clear;\\nWatched them\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but my thoughts were turning\\nWith a tender, longing yearning,\\nTo my distant, native Sweden,\\nTo my early girlhood s Eden,\\nTo my Agnes Von de Vere.\\nWere the vales still bright- before her?\\nDid the perfumes still float o er her?\\nLived she yet in that quaint mansion,\\nLordly in its broad expansion,\\nAs she lived in former days?\\nThus I queried and I pondered\\nTill the sunlight all had wandered\\nFrom the hillsides and the meadows,\\nTill the somber fire light shadows\\nMingled in a mystic maze.\\nAll at once I heard a rapping,\\nFeeble as a sparrow s tapping,\\nAnd I saw a figure standing\\nBy my outer doorway s landing-\\nSaw its face was deadly white", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "173\\nSaw it wore the garb of woman,\\nCould it be that it was human\\nCould it flesh and blood inherit,\\nThat thin form so like a spirit?\\nAnd 1 trembled with affright.\\nThen I said, There is no danger,\\nTis some sick, belated stranger\\nGoing to the nearest city.\\nQuick arose my woman s pity\\nWhile I dropped a silent tear.\\nBy this time the figure entered.\\nOn her face my gaze was center e 1\\nMemories of old were waking\\nAnd my heart was almost breaking,\\nTwas my Agnes Von de Vere!\\nThen 1 knew some cloud had riven,\\nPouring out its seething levin,\\nDrying up the springs of pleasure,\\nScorching every sacred treasure\\nWith its hot and withering breath\\nAnd I knew the serpent shining\\nHad enwrapped her with its twining,\\nKnew that in its folds had perished\\nMany a hope she once had cherished,\\nKnew T that now she longed for death", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "174\\nWhere had gone her former glory\\nTwas the same old touching story,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOne from Southern lands had sought her,\\nGems and jewels rare had brought her,\\nShe had fondly loved and wed\\nBut ere seven moons had wasted,\\nEre love s sweets were scarcely tasted,\\nO er the seas there came a letter\\nr\\nWhich unloosed the illegal fetter\\nOn that night the villain fled\\nThen she left her native Sweden,\\nLeft her girlhood s happy Eden,\\nIn her spirit s wild commotion\\nShe had crossed the troubled ocean\\nOn a foreign shore to live.\\nNow, all worn and wan and jaded.\\nEvery feature shrunk and faded.\\nLooking for no bright to-morrow\\nTo alleviate her sorrow.\\nWhat had life to her to give\\nWhen the flowers once more had slumbered\\nAnd the ground with snow was cumbered,\\nPeace, with lofty consecration,\\nCame thro earnest abnegation,\\nNot through chilling, mystic creeds", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "175\\nThus the clouds were surely rifted,\\nAnd her soul was calmly lifted\\nFrom its night of pain and anguish\\nNever more to pine and languish\\nWhile she toils for human needs.\\nAll her burdens downward flinging,\\nTo the good for others clinging,\\nCheerfully she meets life s duties,\\nLovingly she feels their beauties\\nGoing forth without a fear\\nTo the sad homes, dark and dreary,\\nGiving comfort to the weary-\\nGoing forth with tender weeping,\\nSowing for the uplaud reaping,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBlessed Agnes Von de Vere.\\nWhen she restfully is sitting,\\nO er her soul comes softly flitting\\nSome ecstatic, rapturous vision,\\nAs from -storied fields Elysian,\\nLighting up her face so dear.\\nThro the vision s inspiration,\\nWondrous seems the new creation\\nOf a beauty higher, rarer,\\nMaking every feature fairer\\nLovely Agnes Von de Vere.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "176\\nFAREWELL.\\nI HE parting hour has come at last\\n^Ji\u00c2\u00ae A ad we must quit these blessed strands\\nMust leave their glories with the Past\\nAnd sail away to other lands.\\nWe ve been so happy here, dear heart,\\nLife seemed a joyous, mystic spell\\nBut now we sail apart\u00e2\u0080\u0094 apart\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHow can we speak the word farewell?\\nDear love, sweet love, one parting kiss,\\nOne folding to your breast again,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOne moment of seraphic bliss\\nBefore we launch upon the main.\\nOh azure skies bend o er the seas\\nOn which his boat must bear away;\\nOh gentle, rippling, perfumed breeze\\nForever round his vessel play.\\nOh surging wave with battling crest\\nOh stoic calm with palsied hand-\\nTouch not the billowy ocean s breast\\nTill he shall gain the Promised Land.\\nAnd when my craft the port shall win-\\nBattered, dismantled by the storm-\\nDear friend, be there to hail me in,\\nTo fold me in love s mantle warm.\\nP I N IS.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nThe following beautiful poem was inadvertently omitted\\nin its proper place, but it is here inserted in justice to the\\nauthor. Printer.\\nWE LL KISS OUR BOYS AGAIN.\\n(Dedicated to the author of the poem entitled Tired\\nMothers.\\njftTTHE little boy I used to kiss is dead,\\n\u00c2\u00ae11\u00c2\u00ae And so is mine, my sister, far away\\nMy brightest dreams of earthly bliss have fled,\\nMy fondest hopes have crumbled to decay.\\nAcross the mead, where prairie grasses wave\\nAnd bright flowers bloom beneath a Texas sky.\\nKind strangers made with gentle hands his grave\\nO, how I longed that I with him might lie\\nHe died in summer, when so much of life\\nCould mock me with its wealth and dazzling glow\\nWhen wood and field, and hill and dale were rife\\nWith all the beauties that we worshipped so.\\nI wanted all things dead would close my eyes\\nTo shut the busy, teeming world from sight,\\nAnd when the sun would gild the eastern skies,\\nI wished the clay would swiftly take its flight.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "178\\nWhen starry night her jeweled mantle flung\\nOver the breast of the reposing earth,\\nAnd southern birds their vesper chorals sung,\\nMy very soul grew faint from love s great dearth.\\nFor thirteen years the boy had been my pride,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHis tender words, his smiles and winning ways,\\nHis ever blessed presence by my side\\nMade spots of sunshine in my darkest days.\\nHis kite and hoop and ball I hid from sight,\\nHis boots and cap I could not bear to see\\nThe precious books we pondered o er at night\\nWere sadly closed and laid aside by me.\\nThe sweet, grand music that he used to play\\nIt smote my heart with agony to hear\\nMy boy was dead I turned from all away\\nxVnd wandered on in anguish, dark and drear.\\nI wandered on and talked with grief and doubt,\\nTalked of the pain and woe we here endure,\\nAnd questioned, when the lamp of life went out,\\nIf aught beyond the noisome grave were sure.\\nI questioned, too, if there could be a God\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAn All Wise Father, loving, good and mild,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd if there were, how could He lay His rod\\nSo heavily upon His feeble child.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "179\\nThe night was long that brooded o er my soul,\\nTime s soothing touch is merciful and kind\\nThe somber clouds did from my vision roll,\\nAnd now I see where once I stumbled blind.\\nSometimes, tis true, my feet are tired and sore,\\nWhile trembling are the empty hands I raise\\nAnd sometimes, too, amid life s battle roar,\\nMy earth dulled ear can catch no note of praise.\\nBut in the quiet hush of dewy eve,\\nWhen twilight holds the western gates ajar,\\nI can no longer for my darling grieve,\\nAlthough his life is put from mine so far.\\nI see my boy in garments white and pure,\\nBeyond earth s taint he walks the Restful Strand.\\nAnd I am noAV of nothing else so sure\\nAs meeting him beyond the sunset land.\\nAnd tho my friend, I ne er your face behold,\\nTho we may never greet on earth by sight,\\nMy arms of love about your form enfold,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA common sorrow holds us near to-night.\\nA common faith, I trust, shall guide our feet\\nTo that bright land of everlasting joys\\nBeyond the storms I hope that we shall meet\\nWhere on the other side we ll kiss our boys.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "Page 32, lie in next to the last line in closing\\nstanza, should be like.\\nPage 75, next to the last line, You there at-\\ntain, in place of Your shore.\\nPage 79, third line in second stanza from the top.\\nmiddle line, change can into canst.\\nPage 82, fourth line, first verse, change clear\\ninto cleave.\\nPage 87, third line from bottom, make masked\\nread marked.\\nPage 150, fifth line in first stanza, substitute\\nchildhood for childish.", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "Deacidified using the Bookkeeper process\\nNeutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide\\nTreatment Date: Sept. 2009\\nPreservationTechnologie*\\nA WORLD LEADER IN COLLECTIONS PRESERVAT10I\\n111 Thomson Park Drive\\nCranberry Township, PA 16066\\n(724)779-2111", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3527", "width": "2201", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3755", "width": "2382", "jp2-path": "poems00chaa_0192.jp2"}}