{"1": {"fulltext": "\\\\l/ ON LIFE S\\nI STAIRWAY\\nC-IAWKENCE KN0WLE5", "height": "3338", "width": "2113", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\n^1\\nCli;ij),\\\\. Copyright No.\\nw~~\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "I\\nI On Life s Stairway\\nt\\nt\\nI\\nI\\nI\\nt\\nI\\nBy\\nFrederic Lawrence Knowles\\n4\\n\u00e2\u0099\u00a6I\\nV\\nI\\nI\\nI\\nI\\nf\u00c2\u00bb Boston\\nL. C. Page y Company Jlj\\n#1\\nMDCCCCI\\nf S\\n\u00c2\u00bbl4 O O C40 ^I 0*@HS4C \u00c2\u00bbl4 l4C4C^\\n1", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "l-lbwoTr of CongF\u00c2\u00a9..\\nTwo C0W\u00c2\u00a3S WtCfcfVEO\\nOCT 10 1900\\nCopynghl entry\\nOCT 26 1900\\nCopyright, igoo\\nBy L. C. Page Company\\n(incorporated)\\nAll rights reserved\\nCToIonfal ^regg\\nElectrotyped and Printed by C. H. Simonds Co.\\nBoston, U. S. A.", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "GRATEFULLY INSCRIBED TO\\n^Professor ST* TOtnc^ester", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "NOTE.\\nFor the stanza-form and refrain of The Lost Note,\\np. 68, the writer is indebted to suggestions furnished by\\na charming magazine poem of Miss Minna Irving, en-\\ntitled Marching Still. Beyond the matter of metrical\\nstructure, the poems offer no point of resemblance.\\nFor the privilege of reprinting the verses entitled\\nThe Wings and The Sculptor, the writer is in-\\ndebted to the courtesy of The Christian Endeavor\\nWorld.", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nNATURE AND LIFE.\\nNature the Artist\\nMasques\\nA Pasture\\nTo THE American Poet\\nWith a Copy of Keats\\nAn April Mood\\nTiLDY in the Choir\\nCastles in Spain\\nThe Rainbow Bag\\nOne October\\nSeasons\\nThe Modern Ruth\\nWanted: A Book of Travels!\\nTo a Poet Who Lives in the Past\\nLittle Rebeccah\\nColumbia\\nTo the Madonna\\nTrees in Winter\\nGrief and Joy\\nI\\n2\\n3\\nS\\n7\\n8\\n9\\n12\\n14\\ni6\\ni8\\n19\\n20\\n21\\n23\\n25\\n27\\n28\\n29", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nLove s Nest 30\\nThe Moon and the Girl 31\\nThe Boatman Sleep 33\\nWhen the Great Poet Comes 34\\nA Patriot s Hymn 36\\nThe Galleon 38\\nThe Vision 39\\nGoldie 41\\nA Birth Song 43\\nLove s Prayer 44\\nThat Future Day 45\\nTo America 47\\nLittle Heart 49\\nIn Death s Chamber 50\\nChanged 52\\nThe Sculptor 54\\nOne Waning Moon 55\\nThe Sower 56\\nMetempsychosis 57\\nTrailing Arbutus 58\\nA Question for Poets 59\\nI 60\\nThe Flight 61\\nA Common Flower 62\\nSecrets 63\\nAfter Reading Antony and Cleopatra 64\\nYears, Hurry By 1 65\\nThe Locomotive 66\\nThe Month of Magic 67\\nThe Lost Note 68\\nWisdom 70\\nX", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nThe Question 72\\nThe Real America 73\\nAnchorage 74\\nThe Wings 75\\nOn a Fly-leaf of Burns s Songs 77\\nA Ditty for May 78\\nThe Quest 79\\nWorldsong 81\\nTo the Flying Squadron 82\\nOne Old Veteran 84\\nPrologue to a Book of College Verse 85\\nLife the Mystery 86\\nIn the Pauses of the Rain 87\\nGrapes 89\\nA Funeral 90\\nA Song for Simplicity 91\\nA Wish 92\\nYesterday 93\\nA Humble Wish 94\\nRoyalty 95\\nA March Mood 96\\nLost Knowledge 97\\nTo a Young Poet 98\\nSTEPS TOWARD FAITH.\\nThe Comedy loi\\nA Mood of Restless Spring 103\\nThese Our Lives 104\\nIn the Feasting Hall 105\\nEarth -mother 106\\nMysteries 107\\nxi", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nFear 109\\nRemedy no\\nSOMEWHILE Ill\\nMiracles 112\\nValues 113\\nWhat Then? 114\\nA Prayer of One of God s Children S\\nIf Only 116\\nOcean and Bay 117\\nOpen unto Their Cry 119\\nThe Way Home 120\\nPardon s Crown 121\\nA Thanksgiving 122\\nAbove Every Name 123\\nAnd He Healed Them .124\\nChrist the Risen 125\\nXll", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "NATURE AND LIFE", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n(JVature: t^c (^tixBt\\nC UCH hints as untaught Nature yields\\nThe calm disorder of the sea,\\nThe straggling splendour of the fields,\\nThe wind s gay incivility.\\nO workman with your conscious plan.\\nCompass and square are little worth\\nCopy (nay, only poets can)\\nThe artless masonry of earth.\\nGo watch the windy spring s carouse.\\nAnd mark the winter wonders grow,\\nThe graceful gracelessness of boughs,\\nThe careless carpentry of snow", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n(gtasques.\\nT_T OW worse than grief is grief s disguise a tear\\nMay calm the heart, the fevered pulses cool,\\nBut sadder than the moans of loveless Lear,\\nThe mock-mirth laughter of his faithful Fool\\nBlest tears for some have wept themselves to sleep\\nBut life s loud gaiety what tales it tells\\nOnly the children laugh (the angels weep)\\nWhen dry-eyed Sorrow grasps the cap and bells!", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "A PASTURE.\\n^aBitxxc.\\nR\\nOUGH pasture where the blackberries\\ngrow\\nIt bears upon its churlish face\\nNo sign of beauty, art or grace\\nNot here the silvery coverts glow\\nThat April and the angler know.\\nThere sleeps no brooklet in this wild,\\nSmooth-resting on its mosses sleek,\\nLike loving lips upon a cheek\\nSoft as the face of maid or child\\nJust boulders, helter-skelter piled.\\nUngenerous nature but endows\\nThese acres with the stumps and stocks\\nWhich should be trees, with rude, gray\\nrocks\\nOver these humps and hollows browse,\\nDaily, the awkward, shambling cows.\\nHere on the right, a straggling wall\\nOf crazy, granite stones, and there\\nA rotten pine-trunk, brown and bare,", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nA mass of huge brakes, rank and tall\\nThe burning blue sky over all.\\nAnd yet these blackberries shy and chaste\\nThe noisy markets know no such\\nSo ripe they tumble when you touch\\nLong, taper rarer wines they waste\\nThan ever town-bred topers taste.\\nAnd tell me have you looked o erhead\\nFrom lawns where lazy hammocks swing\\nAnd seen such orioles on the wing\\nSuch flames of song that flashed and fled?\\nWell, maybe I m not city-bred.", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "u\\nTO THE AMERICAN POET.\\n$0 f^t (^mcxican (pott\\nN RAVEL all your tangled cheats,\\nYour triple-twisted thread conceits,\\nYour subtle sonnets fling afar\\nStand up and show what man you are\\nWhy linger o er decrepit shrine\\nIn Hellas or in Palestine?\\nAmerica as Greece is grand,\\nAmerica is Holy Land.\\nThe songs of Nile and Jordan s tunes\\nOur sluggish Mississippi croons,\\nLo caught in Erie like a gem\\nThe star that shone o er Bethlehem\\nThe age young, buoyant longs to hear\\nIts hopes in music high and clear.\\nYet ashes o er your laurels lie.\\nYou rend your garment of the sky.\\nO juggler with the fire divine,\\nO hoarder of God s bread and wine,\\nYour dark and doleful sprigs of verse\\nNod like the plumes above a hearse.", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nBehold your birthright Cast away\\nThe mess of pottage. Scorn for aye\\nThe smirking bravo, thin applause,\\nSmall praise of critics courts and laws.\\nJoin the great chorus all that sings\\nSeize the vast harp of divers strings\\nWhat hands have help d that growing tone\\nJob s, Homer s, Shakespeare s Add your own!\\nWe want again the note of joy.\\nThe immortal rapture of the boy.\\nThe flame lit quenchless in the dust.\\nThe lips that sing because they must.\\nA world of wonders waits its song,\\nInvention, science, hideous wrong\\nHeart-smitten by Truth s arrow sharp,\\nUp, blinded skeptic Grasp your harp", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "WITH A COPY OF KEATS.\\nWif^ a Copi^ of (g.tatt\\nT IKE listless lullabies of twilight seas\\nHeard from still coves, and soft and sad as\\nthese\\nSuch is the echo of his perfect song,\\nIt lives, it lingers long\\nBeside his fame Hyperion s lustre pales.\\nSweeter his own song than his nightingale s\\nNo voice speaks, in the century that has fled,\\nSo deathless from the dead\\nHow many stately epics have been tossed\\nRudely against Time s shore and wreck d and lost,\\nWhile Keats, the dreaming boy, floats down Time s\\nsea\\nHis lyric argosy", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nTOUCH atidfiy of April moods I\\neloquence of voiceless woods\\nO alphabet of bird and bee\\nO solitude that taWd with me\\nLips, ears I prest them to the grass,\\n1 heard the inner secrets pass.\\nYes, heard the plotting sap which flows\\nLike laughing flame in all that grows.\\nConspiracy of fire and force,\\nTill the Perhaps becomes Of Course,\\nTill hidden juices upward flow,\\nAnd dreams have grown the What We Know\\nO warm, bare, nourishing Mother Earth,\\nThrobbing with veins of health and mirth.\\nLife is thy promise, life thy plan\\nThou breast that sucklest grass and man\\nO touch and fly of tameless moods\\nO immaterial^ priceless goods I\\nO sweet carousal of the springs\\nThat flow through all the Pri?nal Things\\n8", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "TILDY IN THE CHOIR.\\nOTES that jingle, bars that trip,\\nSongs of dance-hall workmanship\\nLeaping with a wanton ease\\nFrom high C to where you please,\\nLoud, irreverent, and gay\\nSuit the worship of to-day\\nBut that tune of long ago\\nStately, solemn, somewhat slow\\n(Dear Old Hundred that s the air)\\nWill outrank them anywhere\\nOnce it breathed a seraph s fire\\n(Tildy sang it in the choir).\\nHow she stood up straight and tall\\nAh again I see it all\\nCheeks that glowed and eyes that laughed,\\nTeeth like cream, and lips that quaffed\\nAll the genial country s wealth\\nOf large cheer and perfect health.\\nGown well, yes old-fashioned quite,\\nYou would call it just a fright,\\nBut I love that quaint attire\\n(Tildy wore it in the choir).\\n9", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nHow we sang for was there,\\nOccupied a singer s chair\\nNext to well, no prouder man\\nEver lifts the bass nor can,\\nSometimes held the self-same book\\n(How my nervous fingers shook\\nSometimes wretch while still the air\\nEchoed to the parson s prayer,\\nI would whisper in her ear\\nWhat she could not help but hear.\\nOnce I told her my desire\\n(Tildy promised in the choir).\\nWell, those days are past, and now\\nCome gray hairs, and yet somehow\\nI can t think those years have fled\\nStill those roadways know my tread,\\nStill I climb that old pine stair.\\nSit upon the stiff-backed chair.\\nStealing glances toward my left\\nTill her eyes repay the theft\\nDeath s a dream and Time s a liar\\nTildy still is in the choir.\\nCome, Matilda number two,\\nFin de Steele maiden you\\nlO", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "TILDY IN THE CHOIR.\\nWonder if you d like to see\\nHer I loved in fifty-three\\nYes all right, then go and find\\nMother s picture Papa Mind\\nShe and I were married. You\\nWere our youngest. Now you too\\nRaise the same old anthem till\\nAll the church is hushed and still\\nWith a single soul to hear.\\nDo I flatter? Ah, my dear,\\nTime has brought my last desire\\nTildy still is in the choir I\\nII", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nCagffes in ^pain.\\nI~\\\\EAR boyhood s conjuries! Dreamlit shores and\\nplains,\\nOur castles and our Spains\\nWhere suns had never ris n, moons never set\\nStranger than sleep: dome, fretwork, minaret,\\nImpalpable parapet.\\nAnd thro the marble mist of tower and spire\\nMore fragile than desire.\\nOur hearts went up as restless as wild birds\\nAnd traced the lines of sculptured trees and herds.\\nAnd spell d the artist s words.\\nNor were we wonderers wholly desolate\\nMidst the gray splendours set\\nFor vineyards grew thereby and half-divine\\nFlush d flowerlike faces, rosy-stained with wine,\\nPress d lips with thine and mine.\\nWe slept how far from all Fear s false alarms\\nClasp d in those white, soft arms\\nWe woke; what warm words windwise fanned our\\nface,", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "CASTLES IN SPAIN.\\nBlither than songs the skylark sheds thro space\\nFrom some rapt, far-off place.\\nWe quaff d a liquor the strange name whereof\\n(The Voices sang) was Love\\nWho drain d that beaker madness fill d his veins,\\nDelirious fires and slow seductive pains\\nWhat vintages like Spain s\\nBut now but now O castles, where are ye\\nSunk in what dream-strewn sea\\nIdle to ask, How did the wonders go\\nWe know not even how they came, we know\\nOnly twas long ago\\n13", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY\\n11 7 HEN I was seven or thereabouts the rainbow\\nfilled my fancy,\\nI dropt my toys and only loved that span of\\nnecromancy\\nA stray away, a strayaway, I chased the fleeting\\nwonder\\nAnd sought beneath the spangled arch the bag of\\nfairy plunder;\\nHa, ha! chee, chee the robins laughed, Oh\\nsee that youngster silly.\\nHe thinks he ll find a pouch of gold, but will he, wiP\\nhe, will he\\nI scorned the gold of buttercups with raindrops in\\ntheir chalice,\\nSuch common wealth could ne er suffice to line my\\nfancy s palace\\nOh whereaway oh whereaway the saucy leaves\\nkept singing,\\nOh whither now, you dreamy boy? the boughs\\nwere softly ringing;\\nBut oh, the cat-bird plagued me worst You funny\\nlittle man you.\\nYou think you ll rob the rainbow bag, but can you,\\ncan you, can you\\n14", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE RAINBOW BAG.\\nOh dear, oh dear that fair, fresh year, when I was\\nprince and poet\\nAnd happiest lad alive, altho I lacked the sense to\\nknow it\\nFrom far away, from far away, where Memory keeps\\nher voices,\\nI hear the taunt, You boy grown tall, you ve only\\nchanged your choices,\\nYou ve named your rainbow something else, you\\nchase it still for ever,\\nBut you will find the bag of gold oh never, never,\\nnever\\n^5", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "ONE OCTOBER.\\nAnd we learned the simple fashion\\nThat all country things can teach,\\nWhile a subtler tie than passion\\nSeemed to bind us each to each,\\nDeeper far than books or speech,\\nI was just a dilettante\\nDapper college Junior then,\\nQuoting sagely Browning, Dante,\\nDobson, and the lesser men.\\nAnd I thought myself a poet\\nFancy that for once was true,\\nTho dear, if you did but know it.\\nAll that made me that was Who\\nOh, you modest mocker, you\\n17", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY,\\ndue dcfofier.\\n11 rHEN the sodden roads were sober,\\nAnd the North Wind s gusty breath\\nDrove the leaves, that late October,\\nDownward in a dance of death,\\nHow we left the huddled village.\\nWith its maple-shaded street\\nRed in spite of autumn s pillage\\nTill the pastures kissed our feet,\\nUpland acres, wild and sweet.\\nWither d leaves how dry they crackled\\nWhen you swept them with your gown.\\nTill your willing steps were shackled\\nIn a rustling net of brown\\nMilkweed drift, as light as eider.\\nSnowing round you, care-free girl,\\nWith your cheeks as brown as cider,\\nAnd, by rude breeze toss d aswirl,\\nLovelier locks than art can curl.\\nHow we set that partridge drumming\\nTill the silence of the wood\\nListened, woke to meet our coming.\\nAnd the gray trees understood\\ni6", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nReasons.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0pjECEMBER filters o er the fields\\nFrom softly-sifting clouds,\\nShe buries Summer tenderly\\nIn white immaculate shrouds;\\nBut through the pale parade of death\\nTwo bosoms keep their June,\\nBeat with the pulse of music s birth\\nAnd tremble into tune.\\nThen hush O happy heart!\\nO heart, we love her so\\nThe roses blossom in our thoughts\\nTho all the roads be snow.\\nJune comes once more and leads with her\\nHer punctual troop along,\\nHer lilies and her lavender,\\nHer satire and her song\\nHer hateful swallows sweep the blue\\nAnd taunt the souls that sigh.\\nFor every bough she brings a flower,\\nA wing for every sky.\\nThen heal, O hapless heart\\nO heart, we loved her so\\nThe roses clamber up our walls\\nBut all our heart is snow.\\ni8", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE MODERN RUTH.\\n(to CLARA BARTON.)\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0pvEATH, the red Harvester, with his hireling\\nbands,\\nLeaves the stray reapings for her patient hands\\nMay his scythe rust, ere he, enamoured grown,\\nShall claim this gentle gleaner as his own\\n19", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nWanfeb: (foofi of ttatoefs!\\n/^H, who shall write the voyages down\\nWhere dragon-flies set sail and drown\\nWho knows the rigging of the craft\\nWhere fare the fat moths, drunk and daft\\nOh, come, historian of the sky\\nName us the navies of the fly,\\nAnd trace the pathways up the blue\\nWhere prayers arise, where Ariel flew,\\nWhich Shelley s sun-wooed skylark knew\\nShow us the canvas, gossamer-thin,\\nWhich wafts the dream-boat, Might Have Been,\\nFathom the leagues of ether-sea,\\nAnd write the Odyssey of a bee\\n20", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "TO A POET WHO LIVES IN THE PAST.\\nto a (poet W^o \u00c2\u00a3ii?e0 in t^e (j?ast\\nr\\\\ ECHO-GATHERER, why, with servile breath,\\nSuck the lost music from the lips of Death,\\nThen, with the great sounds too familiar grown,\\nRe-voice dead harmonies as they were thine\\nown\\nWhy rob the Masters May we not to-day\\nSee all they sang of Has love waned away\\nHas hope Has faith Have flowers forgot to\\nspring\\nHas the sky faded from the bluebird s wing?\\nGrow eagles lame Do larks sing out of tune\\nDoth not fierce Summer drain the cup of noon\\nBrimm d with the Sun s blood Is June robbed of\\nwealth\\nHath moccasin-footed Twilight lost her stealth\\nStill leaps the Rainbow with her blush of fire\\nDaughter of Wonder, sister of Desire\\nStill sinks the Sun behind the western slope\\nStill sail the fleets of commerce, and of hope\\nStill Mississippi holds her continent-sway\\nStill Californian winters mimic May;\\nStill, proud as Athens, stand the factory-fed\\nNew England towns where toil and learning wed", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nStill, while the metre-mongers haunt the shades,\\nFame crowns the Golden Gate and Palisades;\\nStill, though the Past has perished, stands the\\nNow,\\nIf thou disdainest her, no poet thou\\n22", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "LITTLE REBECCAH.\\nTTERE is the sampler; faint and pale\\nThe crewels that were brilliant then,\\nBut still we read the simple tale\\nWrought bye Rebeccah aged ten.\\nBeneath a crown of nature s gold\\nI catch a glimpse of artless grace,\\nThe years draw back and I behold\\nA small, sweet, pensive, flower-like face.\\nI wonder what she dreamt about\\nThe while she stitched with patient care,\\nAs through the window-pane without,\\nThe sun slept on the village square.\\nI keep them now the wool she spun.\\nHer slippers and the bonnet small.\\nHer copy-book, left half undone.\\nThe funny harpsichord and all.\\nAnd this is something that the folk\\nOf godly heart had thought a sin.\\nAh did it seem a fairy s stroke\\nWhen she caressed you, violin\\n23", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nWell, here s the end. But if you care,\\nWe ll wander to the quaint old lot,\\nSo small and overgrown and square,\\nWhere friends receive, but know us not.\\nBeneath the mosses hides the date\\nOf seventeen-fifty yes, twas then\\nJust read upon the fallen slate\\nHere lyes Rebeccah, aged ten.\\n24", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "COLUMBIA.\\nCofumfiia.\\nTV/rATED to the Millenium, Time s last heir\\nAnd proudest daughter, conquerless as he;\\nGirdled with lakes like jewels princely fair,\\nWith strong feet planted in the Mexic sea\\nLeave dotard empires flames of drunken war,\\nBe thine chaste hours of labour and increase,\\nVineyards and harvests yielding guiltless store,\\nToil s bloodless battles on the plains of peace\\nYet when slain Weakness, dying at thy door.\\nSummoning thy right arm s vengeance, clasps thy\\nfeet,\\nThy sword that drinks her murderer s blood is pure\\nAs laughing sickles in the saffron wheat.\\nClearing a crimson path where Peace may tread\\nMore safely, thou dost play thy patient part.\\nLove s pledged ally yea, though thy blade be\\nred\\nThrusting War s weapons thro his own false\\nheart.\\n2S", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nO goddess, arctic-crowned and tropic-shod\\nAnd belted with great waters, hear our cry\\nMore honest never reached the ear of God\\nWe ll serve thee, laud thee, love thee, till we die\\n26", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "TO THE MADONNA.\\n$0 t^e (gtabonna.\\n(in BOTTICELLI S CORONATION OF THE VIRGIN.)\\nTTEEDLESS of comforts, innocent of cares,\\nThy sweet lips moulded by unnumbered\\nprayers\\nTo their pure perfectness thy calm smile caught\\nFrom peasant s ministries and angel s thought\\nHandmaiden of Heav n s purpose with thine\\neyes\\n(Unlearned in worldly lore, yet mother-wise)\\nDropped wearily, as too heavy with their joy,\\nAnd resting gently on the guileless Boy,\\nO girl of Galilee, thy soft arms hold\\nA fairer burden than this band of gold\\nWherewith the world s heart crowns thee; doubly\\nblest\\nWhose meek brow wears love s chaplet, and whose\\nbreast\\nHolds, on its virginal beauty undefiled.\\nThe crown of all these years, love s self, the\\nChild!\\n27", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n^treeg in Wintetf.\\nDENEATH heaven s gaze they stand these\\nnaked trees,\\nAnd, unabashed, lift brawny arms on high\\nIn supplication flouted by each breeze,\\nThe jest and mockery of the earth and sky.\\nHow fair till winter, their Delilah, came\u00c2\u00bb\\nAnd on her false white breast in sleep they lay;\\nShorn of their beauty now behold their shame!\\nDespoiled and desolate on a songless day 1\\n28", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "GRIEF AND JOY.\\n(Brief atxb 2ioi^*\\nT T takes two for a kiss,\\nOnly one for a sigh\\nTwain by twain we marry,\\nOne by one we die.\\nJoy is a partnership,\\nGrief weeps alone;\\nMany guests had Cana,\\nGethsemane had one.\\n29", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nT OVE wove a nest in my heart,\\nWoe s me, that April day\\nAnd when the summer shorten d,\\nShe led her brood away.\\nThose downy singers stirr d\\nSuch chorus in my breast\\nAnd here I m left with Memory,\\nAnd here s the empty nest\\n30", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE MOON AND THE GIRL.\\nt^t (Sloon ant t^e ixt.\\nT^HE moon sagged heavily, as if care\\nClung round it shrivelled and lean and\\nbare,\\nIts face was yellow as her hair.\\nShe stole across the sleeping town\\nHer white cheeks had lost all their brown\\nThe heavy night-dews drench d her gown.\\nShe sent one glance up where it strayed\\nShrunken to thinness of a blade\\nAlmost, yet golden as her braid.\\nOnly a young thing girl as yet.\\nThough somewhere Grief and she had met.\\n(Oh, would that sick moon never set\\nShe brushed away her glittering hair\\nAnd, having made her bosom bare,\\nKissed the white child that slumbered there.\\nMayhap this made the moon recall\\nThat Bethlehem group in Joseph s stall\\nWhere it had taught the Star to fall.", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nMayhap Herself, the Virgin good,\\nLeaned over, loved and understood,\\nForgave, for joy of motherhood.\\nHowe er that be, the young girl soon\\nRose quietly (Night had passed its noon),\\nAcross her calm face streamed the moon.\\n32", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE BOATMAN: SLEEP.\\nt^c (goattnan: ^fup,\\nT AM the crony of the Dark,\\nThe bosom friend of Death\\nMy craft is lighter than a lark,\\nAnd silenter than breath.\\n33", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nW^en t^c (great (J)oet Comes.\\nIITHEN the wrestlings of the Race\\nShall have grown to an embrace,\\nAnd o er fields that blood has drenched\\nHands are clasped that once were clenched,\\nWhen the gay laugh of the rich\\nLearns from poverty its pitch,\\nTill the music of that mood\\nStrikes the high note brotherhood,\\nWhen no tangling twist of creeds\\nCobwebs all our living needs,\\nAnd we learn the worth that springs\\nFrom the truth of simple things,\\nWhen the tunesters of our time\\nLearn to live before they rhyme,\\nBurn their sonnets to a star.\\nLove the brown earth where they are,\\nBlush for all their small pretence\\nSoul built round with stake and fence,\\nPose of knowing more than they\\nArtless folk who toil and pray\\n34", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "WHEN THE GREAT POET COMES.\\nThen, upon the heights of dawn,\\nWith God s beauty clothed upon.\\nArm as firm as limbs of Thor,\\nLips to Music s heart the door,\\nHeeding neither laugh nor frown,\\nShrill disfavour of the Town,\\nJestings in the market-place.\\nHatred s fist or Flattery s face.\\nHe shall stand with brow of flame,\\nAs the Hebrew prophets came.\\nShouting, as he smites the string,\\nIn Jehovah s name I sing\\n35", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n^~^OD of our sires as of their sons.\\nForgive the frenzied lips that pour\\nFrom foolish hearts unceasing store\\nOf menace threats of forts and guns\\nAnd horrid, home-devouring war.\\nFather of all the souls that be,\\nOur only source of succour; Thee\\nWe laud and praise exceedingly\\nOurs is the land where fields once red\\nWith brothers blood are blue with flowers,\\nNo jealous states, no rival powers.\\nNo treason hid in smiles our Head\\nAnd only King art Thou Thine hours\\nAre Liberty s and Love s and Thee,\\nWho settest slaves and peoples free,\\nWe praise and laud unceasingly.\\nAmericans we bless the name\\nThe Britons of transplanted breed,\\nThe fruit of late and lasting seed,\\nThe Saxons of a fadeless fame\\nOur watchword Toil, and Peace our creed.\\n36", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "A PATRIOT S HYMN.\\nEarth s swords shall rust, but born of Thee\\nAre Truth and Love and Peace these three,\\nChildren of Thine eternity\\nOnce alien, now united, sons\\nOf that staunch Isle that lords the sea.\\nOur joint-heirs to the Future, ye\\nWho smile behind your smokeless guns.\\nThough lion-brood if broils must be,\\nJoin the New Prayer our pledge and plea\\nBlood-brothers, vow that Earth shall see\\nPeace, through the swordless years to be\\nDead is the Despot dead his cause.\\nThis our new danger Being great\\nThis Boughten chair and candidate,\\nAnd Senates plotting peaceless laws\\nWith all the pomp and stealth of State.\\nOur Founder s God, we turn to Thee\\nWho only makest wise and free,\\nDwelling in Peace immortally.\\n37", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nt^e (Baffeon,\\nHTHE galleon, freighter and fighter too,\\nSank, sank;\\nFat in the hips, and stout of shank,\\nThe lurching Spaniard stove and sank\\nWith the Flanders coast in view.\\nThe galleon, lost with her lusty crew,\\nSank, sank\\nThe staggering sailors never shrank,\\nAnd the liquor the drunken sea-dogs drank\\nWas Salter than landsmen brew.\\nThe galleon, scuttled by God knows who.\\nSank, sank\\nThe captain cursed, but his face was blank,\\nAnd the old cook, lash d to a floating plank,\\nStarved with the shore in view.\\nThe galleon (Mary, pity her crew\\nSank, sank\\nAnd the burghers crowded the old sea-bank.\\nAnd smoked, and swore Dutch oaths, and drank,\\nAnd the waves and the sky were blue\\n38", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE VISION.\\n$9e TJision.\\nT O, in a dream methought I was borne up\\nBy strong invisible arms to some black height\\nSpace-poised in immemorial vacancies\\ninimitably dayless, whence our globe\\nShone like a sun-swung plaything thro the night,\\nAnd the crazed universe of blindfold stars\\nChased furious, self-provoked, uncharioteered.\\nGoalless, and lost in chaos. As I stood,\\nShivering in that dusk ether, thus the Voice\\nO woman-born, look downward, till thine eye\\nHath taught thy soul to scorn those insect-wings,\\nThat fire-fly flock, which, self-consumed with haste.\\nWinnows with ignorant pinions the cold air,\\nRacing nowhither. Lo again I looked.\\nThe million bubbles blown by lips of Death\\nWhirled witless through the void. And very far\\nDown the abysm, tow rd the uttermost verge\\nOf Night s dark boundary, sped with restless wings.\\nChance-driven, that fretful wanderer, our earth\\nSince I awaked this wonder lives in me\\nWas my Companion child of that glad host\\nWhose hovering plumes make white the roads of\\nHeav n?\\n39", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nOr was that Guide some mad, mask d spirit of Hell,\\nWho fain had led me to disprize God s worlds\\nWhich He once looked on, smiling All is good\\nRead me my vision, prithee, if ye can\\n40", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "GOLDIE.\\n(gofbie.\\nT\\nHE old man sits on the cottage porch,\\nThe children hang on the gate\\nYour playmates call you, Goldie,\\nOh, why must you make them wait\\nHer playthings he where she laid them,\\nThe doll and the basket red.\\nThe butterfly-net stands ready,\\nAnd here is the little sled.\\nI can see her flower-filled apron,\\nI can hear her footsteps fall,\\nAnd still my heart cries, Goldie\\nBut she never answers the call.\\nHers was the heart of summer,\\nHers was the face of spring,\\nAnd hers the voice of the bird that lights\\nOn the highest bough to sing.\\nThe orchards are gay as ever\\nWith the old-time colour and scent.\\nBut something has robbed the autumn\\nOf its measureless content\\n41", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nFor the butterfly-net stands ready,\\nAnd here is the basket red,\\nAnd the breeze calls, Goldie Goldie\\nBut little Goldie is dead.\\n42", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "A BIRTH SONG.\\nT LOVE these earliest weeks of spring,\\nThe blight, the promise, and the sting.\\nThe hint of baffling wings that sv/eep\\nFrom out the Arctic caves of sleep.\\nAs in the breast of maid or boy\\nCome Love s first throbs of painful joy,\\nSo here beneath this yellow grass\\nLife s muffled preparations pass.\\nO er fields where drunken brooklets brawl\\nSifts pollen, shy and seminal\\nA subtle passion haunts the air\\nAs warm as youth, as pure as prayer.\\nThe million lips that lightly fall\\nOn dewy faces virginal\\nHush Do you catch it, maid and boy?\\nThe laughter of their startled joy\\nSoon come the days of song and nest,\\nOf thirsting lips and loving breast,\\nOf tongues that lullaby the tune\\nWhich cradles all the babes of June,\\nWhen joys that in life s juices be\\nTaste sweet as immortality.\\n43", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nfeobe 0 ^xat^t.\\nT OVE, like Religion, has its prayer\\nGive me this day my daily bread,\\nPoor Love, that has so much to bear,\\nSo seldom is its hunger fed.\\nIt asks for loaves instead there come\\nIn answer, only crust and crumb,\\nAnd often, as it pleads alone,\\nIt gains no other bread than stone.\\nAnd still it breathes this simple want,\\nAlas, it knows no other prayer,\\nNor ease can lure, nor failure daunt,\\nNor terrors drive it from its care\\nDeceived so oft, wouldst thou not guess\\nTwould faint for very weariness\\nNay, it will plead till prayer be dead,\\nGive me this day my daily bread\\n44", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THAT FUTURE DAY.\\n11 r HEN this warm body shall be dust\\nSome dateless year from now,\\nStill shall the reaper bind his sheaf,\\nStill shall the ploughman plow.\\nOn other ears than mine shall fall\\nThe veery s double trill,\\nAnother s feet the sunset-trail\\nShall lure from hill to hill.\\nThough all forgotten then be I,\\nA moss-grown thing my name,\\nThough every chronicler forget\\nThese hostages to Fame,\\nYet if above my flatten d mound\\nWhere wildflowers greet the rain,\\nMy children s children s children s child\\nShall twist a daisy-chain\\nThough he have never heard of me\\nWho shouts and leaps in play\\nAnd in the marble s shadow laughs\\nThe summer noon away,\\n45", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nIn my white robe, Eternity,\\nI shall look down, perchance,\\nAnd my immortal years may be\\nMore blissful for the glance.\\n46", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "TO AMERICA.\\n/^FTTIMES, Democracy, thou seem st to me\\nNot what the poets paint a virgin fair,\\nWith soft limbs, and pale cheeks of purity\\nFramed in the splendid noonday of her hair\\nNay, but some Western Titan, bare of breast,\\nHuge-legged, low-browed, and bearded as of old,\\nA man of mountain muscle, and a chest\\nWhose lungs indifferent drink the heat, the cold.\\nThy laugh shakes empires to their fall thy curse\\nMakes buried tyrannies tremble in their graves,\\nThe Erie cataract has no thunders worse.\\nNor hoarse-mouth d Hatteras harvesting her waves.\\nThe loud gull, swooping shoreward from the deep.\\nPauses when near thy Presence, dumb with fright,\\nThe southbound arctic currents eastward sweep\\nAnd steer for open sea to escape thy sight.\\nYet, coarse, colossal, thou art tender too\\nThough crouching nations hasten at thy beck\\nTo pay thee homage, weakness finds thee true.\\nThe face of childhood nestles on thy neck.\\n47", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nO pioneer of all the years to be,\\nBearing the axe that fells the trees of Time,\\nThy monstrous beauty meaneth more to me\\nThan all the goddesses of youth and rhyme.", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "LITTLE HEART.\\nfeittfe geatt\\nT ITTLE heart, lightfoot heart,\\nFleet as flakes of snow,\\nDancing down the Hill-o -Dreams\\nIn the Long Ago\\nLittle heart, lagfoot heart,\\nLimping sad and slow,\\nClimbing up the Hill-o -Dreams\\nFrom the Long Ago\\nPaths grow long and hills grow high,\\nSummits lose their glow\\nBut we ll still take Memory s lane\\nBack to Long Ago\\n49", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n3n \u00c2\u00a9eat^ g \u00e2\u0082\u00ac^am6et.\\nT^HE chamber of Death is narrow and low,\\nAnd all of marble the floor,\\nSo still, you can hear the grasses grow\\nOver the rusting door.\\nAnd the oozy walls are dark and dumb\\nAs ye may not tell with pen.\\nAnd the doting dreamers who hither come\\nThey fare not forth again.\\nWhen Man strode into the chamber of Death\\n(The lover come to his bride),\\nThy touch is cold and sweet, he saith,\\nAnd I would sleep at thy side.\\nI am tired with spending of fruitless breath,\\nOf the sowing that ne er shall reap,\\nI am sick of the noise of words, he saith,\\nAnd now I have come to sleep.\\nThe lips of Man were warm and red,\\nBut Death s were thin and white.\\nAnd every tress that swept her head\\nWas dark as the black midnight.\\n50", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "IN DEATH S CHAMBER.\\nHe folded her in a fool s embrace\\nThe power of his love was strong\\nAnd he whispered close to her passive face,\\nI have loved thee long and long.\\nSI", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nC UCH vulgar, naked leagues of grass\\nSuch huge, gnarled, brawny arms of oaks,\\nTheir muscles bared for brutal strokes,\\nUpraised in menace as we pass.\\nWith hardly leaves for cloaks\\nWhy was it that these hateful rocks.\\nThese pastures with their wealth of weed,\\nOnce lent to love her fondest creed\\nTaught youth s divinest paradox\\nJoy flowers from every seed\\nEach homeliest bloom that parts the sod\\nIs promise-petal d Heav n with men\\nMeets in the violet or the wren.\\nAnd worm, wing, leaf are all from God\\nAnd we believed it then.\\nBut these false bushes this black clump\\nOf poisonous boughs this jeering breeze\\nThis coarse and pagan chant of trees\\nThat snake-haunt neath the rotting stump\\nWhat message lurks in these\\n52", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "CHANGED.\\nIn freckled fog-banks deep as death\\nA flatten d, sallow sun a-squat,\\nA hush of winds that crouch and plot,\\nA starv d sobriety of breath,\\nA shape we know not what.\\nO dark conspiracy of trees\\nWhere neath a scornful stare of sky,\\nA wingless worm that craves to fly\\nUndreams his dream by swift degrees,\\nAnd crawls in earth to die\\nOnce how the soft winds swayed above\\nThe boughs were wild with song and May;\\nAnd now again we walk this way\\nAnd know the wonders fled ah, love,\\nTis we have changed, not they.\\nS3", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nT^HOUGHT is a sculptor. Lo his hand\\nGraves lasting grooves on round, soft face,\\nWith lines of cunning and command,\\nOf lust, of laughter, grief, or grace.\\nHe from the marble of the flesh\\nEvokes the angel of the Man\\nCan st make this foul block fair and fresh?\\nWe plead he proudly cries, I can.\\nYet of that waiting marble know\\nO soul, the sculptor, bidden by thee.\\nCan shape a thing of shame and woe\\nWhereat Hell laughs, Twas carved for me.\\nIt is the chisel of thy will\\nWherewith his fadeless art is wrought,\\nConsummate, deathless is his skill\\nO soul, beware the sculptor, Thought.\\n54", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "ONE WANING MOON.\\nT IKE a withered petal blown on high\\nFrom a shattered rose of June,\\nAcross a gusty, cloud-sown sky\\nDrifted the shrunken moon.\\nIt fell on waves that yelled for prey,\\nIt lit the wings of a gull,\\nIt shone on a rusting anchor that lay\\nOn the deck of a drifting hull.\\nIt glimmered on drunken alleys and lanes.\\nOn hideous chimneys steep\\nIt streamed through the little farm-house panes\\nOn lips that smiled in sleep.\\n55", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n\u00e2\u0082\u00ac9^ ^oioer.\\nA SOWER went forth to sow,\\nAnd the stars were his seed\\nO er Night s black plain he straw d the grain,\\nTill the night was white indeed.\\nHe had harness d the sun to his plough,\\nHe had furrow d the murk and mist.\\nAnd the fallow plain suck d in the grain\\nAs it fell from his swinging fist.\\nAnd he laugh d for the joy in his heart,\\nAnd named the stars in his mirth,\\nVenus and Pleiades,\\nMercury, Mars, and Earth.\\nAnd he gave to each a gift\\nAs he scatter d the shining grain,\\nTo Mars the gift of power,\\nTo Earth the gift of pain.\\nAnd he sang to each several seed\\nAs they flew to their place,\\nBe fruitful and flower in God s good hour.\\nAnd blossom before His faoe\\n56", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "METEMPSYCHOSIS.\\nA FIRELIGHT fay, thou dancest on the wall\\nWhen genial backlogs purr, when soft young\\nlips,\\nGuided by thee, seek for the lips they love.\\nWhen young heart yearns and leans to comrade\\nheart,\\nNor, foolish, dreams thee hypocrite, but friend\\nAccomplice calls thee, not conspirator\\nTo think that thou, O spirit of Light, canst turn\\nThe elf malign that grins on reeking lanes\\nWhere drunkards brawl by broken tallow lights.\\nWhere children cry before the angry dawn.\\nAs, cold and gray, the mocking daybreak leans\\nOver the beer-splash d window-sill and laughs\\n57", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nll^HAT insect-lover keeps with thee his tryst?\\nWhence comes this fair confusion, dearest\\nflower?\\nSweet, pouting, pink lips, waiting to be kiss d,\\nShy, blushing cheeks, half buried in thy bower?\\nGive me the secret that disturbs thy breast\\nWhy not thou nursling of the April shower\\nWas it a breeze Or did some faint reply\\nRise like the voice of dreamers, drows d and\\nhush d\\nI woke beneath the warm Arcadian sky\\nWhere naiads laugh d and founts perennial gush d\\nEros and Psyche one fair day stroll d by,\\nWhen Cupid, spying, kiss d me and I blush d.\\nS8", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "A QUESTION FOR POETS.\\n^uegtion for ^oets,\\n11 yHOSO would sing a noonlight song\\n(Up, and far away\\nMust climb the yellow ladder\\nAnd stare in the Eye-o -Day.\\nWhoso would sing a moonlight song\\n(Up, and far away\\nMust warm himself at the outmost star,\\nWrapp d in a shadow gray.\\nPoet, reading the finger-posts,\\nNow which road will ye go\\nThe noonlight road with Kipling,\\nThe moonlight road with Poe?\\n59", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nT LAY at choice my limbs, my senses by\\nCamp there, and bivouac for I wander hence.\\nThus bidding, fareth from their circle forth\\nMy conscious Self, Imagination s mate,\\nThe sleepless, never-resting thing named\\n60", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE FLIGHT.\\nT O, how they soar and sweep heaven s azure springs,\\nShaking the sultry shadows from their wings,\\nOn thro forbidden sunsets find their way,\\nFollowing with fond faith the undying day\\nOutsinging even the silver-shod swift Moon\\nWith the weird treble of a starry tune,\\nA flock of deathless birds they pierce the blue\\nThey are my hopes would I might follow too\\n6i", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nCommon StoXoet.\\nn^HIS frail gold chalice held a dewdrop up,\\nThat I am sure of, for it shone, a star\\nNow it is faded poor press d buttercup\\nFlowers, how like youth you are\\nAh, stay, dear vision still she plucks it, while\\nHer face the fairest flower, from brow to chin\\nThose deep June grasses, jealous of her smile,\\nFramed covetously in.\\nYes, once it knew love s joy and love s eclipse.\\nAnd lay one moment where twere heaven to bide,\\nIt lived a wondrous instant on her lips,\\nAnd on her heart it died.\\n62", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "SECRETS.\\nROSE, climb up to her window\\nAnd in through the casement reach,\\nAnd say what I may not utter,\\nIn your beautiful silent speech\\nShe will shake the dew from your petals,\\nShe will press you close to her lips,\\nShe will hold you never so lightly\\nIn her warm white finger-tips.\\nAnd then who can tell she may whisper\\n(While the city sleeps below),\\nI was dreaming of him when you woke me,\\nBut, rose, he must never know.\\n63", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n(^ftet (gearing (^ntoni^ anb Cicopatxci.\\nV/r Y spirit haunts those torpid sun-tann d coasts,\\nAbodes of languorous ease, where never come\\nThe strifes of strenuous Saxon conflicts, dumb\\nWith years on years of drowse. The sleeping ghosts\\nOf immemorial beauties, once the toasts\\nOf king-served feasts, still keep a dreaming hum\\nOf gossip centuries old and hark the drum,\\nThe clang, the martial valiance of the hosts\\nAnd o er them all these faces craftful, bold,\\nWith lust-red lips, eyes hot as Egypt s zone,\\nA shrill, gay laugh, lithe grace, soul-dazzling smile,\\nAnd Cleopatra blinds us, as of old\\nShe lit great Antony to his fall, and shone\\nA baleful brightness in the land of Nile.", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "YEARS, HURRY BY!\\n/CALENDARS, I count you vain,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBastards of some Arab s brain\\nVoif life s measure Fie\\nToys of custom and of kings\\nDo I grieve that Time has wings\\nNay my spirit laughs and sings,\\nYears, hurry by\\nLife, you ve bless d me you have brought\\nGifts of home, friends, quiet thought.\\nAnd a stormless sky.\\nAs you re hastening tow rd the goal\\nI ll not bribe you nor cajole.\\nNay I shout with care-free soul\\nYears, hurry by\\nOh, for childhood s village street\\nPrinted o er with small bare feet,\\nStretching to the sky\\nNay, the rather wish for this:\\nRoads the feet of labour kiss,\\nLeading to the longer bliss\\nYears, hurry by\\n65", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nZ^t feocomofiDe.\\nVl^HAT! has the age Heroic come once more,\\nAnd but returned sublimer They are fled\\nThe race of Homer, round the Ionian shore\\nThe blue /Egea.n breakers dirge the dead;\\nYet what is this an epic carved in steel\\nAnd winged for flight a piece of Vulcan s art\\nA Hercules of cylinder and wheel,\\nAnd, breathed into the brawny bulk a heart\\nWhile back of the blind impulse is Command\\nTo guide the mighty motions of the soul\\nThe keen brown fingers of a human hand\\nHave laid upon those stalwart loins control,\\nAnd when Will whispers Go the echoing plain\\nRings its response to Passion matched with Brain\\n66", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE MONTH OF MAGIC.\\ntpe (Slonf^ of (Static.\\nIITHEN the bee, that idle skipper,\\nSteers his shallop down the breeze,\\nLaunching from the lady s-slipper,\\nAnchoring in the lilac trees,\\nWhen the marsh-bird s ditty amorous\\n(Where the Indian-turnip grows)\\nMingles with the psean clamorous\\nFrom the black heart of the crows,\\nWhen the breath of roses lingers\\nLike an incense in the sky,\\nWhen the odour of syringas\\nTempts the vagrant butterfly,\\nWhen the moth, a knavish fellow.\\nSteals the coins of gold that shine\\nIn the cowslip s purse of yellow,\\nSacks and robs the lily s shrine,\\nWhen the ether throbs with question\\nIntimation whispered prayer\\nOrioles, full of sly suggestion.\\nDrop a hint down through the air,\\nThen by some strange necromancy\\nSad old Earth is set to tune\\nWould you know the cause fancy\\nHeaven is keeping tryst with June\\n1", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nAl HNNOWED by the wings of swallows\\nGleams the soft sky childhood knew\\nSpring returns and summer follows,\\nAnd the winter whitens too\\nPloughs forsake no April furrows,\\nStill the sunset wraps the hill\\nOh, the heart of earth is singing,\\nSinging still\\nLook the roses clasp and clamber\\nOnce they climbed our mother s porch\\nSunrise has the same clear amber,\\nNoonday holds no colder torch.\\nLove alone can waste its rapture.\\nYouth s first passion lose its thrill.\\nThough the heart of earth is singing.\\nSinging still.\\nCare the glad bees what comes after\\nIf the lilacs only blow\\nHush these brooks are wild with laughter\\nAt their jest of long ago\\n68", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE LOST NOTE.\\nCould we but relearn this music\\nAnd with boyhood s artless skill\\nKeep our heart with earth s still singing,\\nSinging still\\n69", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nOHE came, fair Wisdom, knocking loud\\nAt every ledge that lines the way,\\nHer brow was high, her step was proud,\\nHer glance more beautiful than day.\\nShe smote the rock, and straight uprose\\nStark monsters from the vanish d years.\\nThere gleam d great floods, strange boreal glows.\\nAnd meteors flashed among the spheres.\\nBut what a marvel there should pass\\nA careless crowd who took no heed\\nA man of science, with his glass.\\nGazed only on a roadside weed.\\nOne in a cassock wander d by\\nAnd stroked his sleekly shaven chin\\nHow wonderful these worlds on high.\\nBeyond thy thought, O man of sin\\nOne said How slow our sense to greet\\nIs Wisdom with her secret law.\\nAlbeit she cryeth in the street\\nAnd yet he neither heard nor saw.\\n70", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "WISDOM.\\nBut one poor poet, chancing past,\\nGazed with a spirit rapt and hush d\\nAnd drank the wonder, till at last\\nThe passion of his soul outgush d.\\nThe man is mad, laugh d all the land\\nHe seized his harp, he swept the string,\\nHe wept not his to understand\\nMy only wisdom is to sing\\n71", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n\u00e2\u0082\u00ac^c Question.\\n/^N one of the stars of morning\\nIn the mist of the Milky Way,\\nWe dream the dreams our fathers dreamt\\nAnd fade like dreams away.\\nThe plague of the old world-question\\nLet s bury it, I and you\\nWho cares, so long as a man can love,\\nSo lono: as a maid is true\\n72", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE REAL AMERICA.\\nX*HE Indies pay me tribute, the Andes bring me\\ntoll,\\nI own no serfs but loyal hearts that kiss my kind\\ncontrol\\nMy hands are free from slaughter, the sheath con-\\nceals the sword,\\nI trust the regiments of Heav n, and navies of the\\nLord\\nPeace is my guard and angel, her wings above me\\nstir,\\nMine arms I reach to all the world, mine eyes I turn\\nto her;\\nYet, ah if honour s ensign be trampled in the dust.\\nWith angry sorrow I must show how strife may still\\nbe just\\nMy good blade leaps her scabbard, I leave my gar-\\nner d store,\\nAnd buy a more enduring peace at the red cost of\\nwar.\\n73", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n^nc^orage.\\nIPHRO mutiny and storm of battling seas\\nWhere the blue soldiery pursues and flees,\\nWe sail at last into such coves as these.\\nHere lapping ripples loiter up the beach\\nA thousand lazy tongues the sound of each\\nSofter than syllables of song or speech.\\nNo snows can chill, no frosts deform the shore.\\nIt echoes to the plash of gentlest oar.\\nAnd laughs with its warm waves for evermore.\\nFar from the polar coasts of glittering floes.\\nThis is the land that, leagues and leagues from those.\\nBears June upon its bosom like a rose.\\nTann d with the trade-winds, burn d by merciless suns,\\nScarr d with the navy of unnumber d guns\\nThat Nature empties on her venturous sons.\\nHither awhile where er thy rudder steers\\nOver the billows of these buffeting years\\nWilder than leaping blood and salt as tears\\nCast anchor, soul no more the brine shall sting.\\nNor the wave scourge thee like a frantic thing\\nPeace is this country s name, and Love its king\\n74", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE WINGS.\\nA LL round the chamber of my heart,\\nAt noonday or at night,\\nI hear the stir of would-be wings\\nAs if they strove for flight\\nAnd if I bend and ask.\\nWhat may these birdlings be\\nI get the answer prompt as thought\\nDeep from the heart of me,\\nThey re songs, songs, songs.\\nThat yearn to spring and soar.\\nAnd when you ve given them words for wings\\nThey ll vex your soul no more.\\nI hear them when I rest or ride,\\nAnd when I stand or sit,\\nI catch their d^af, beat^ beat^\\nI hear \\\\}ii\u00e2\u0082\u00ac\\\\x fiit, Jiit^ flit.\\nThey keep me from my sleep,\\nI whisper hush all day,\\nI hear them when the parson talks\\nAnd when he kneels to pray.\\nThey re songs, songs, songs\\nO heart they vex us so\\n75", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nThe ghosts of those dear memories\\nWe buried long ago.\\nAnd as their downy wings\\nKeep fluttering in their cage,\\nThey touch a thousand echoing strings\\nThat never slack with age.\\nI answer, if a body asks,\\nWhat may these moonings be\\nSir Fool, what be these dreams you drone\\nBy hearth, and hill, and sea\\nThey re songs, songs, songs,\\nThe brood of deathless wings\\nYour heart is still as winter boughs,\\nMine sings, sings, sings\\n76", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "ON A FLY-LEAF OF BURNS S SONGS.\\nOn a Sfi^^feaf of (J5utng s ^ongs.\\nn^HESE are the best of him,\\nPathos and jest of him\\nEarth holds the rest of him.\\nPassions were strong in him,\\nPardon the wrong in him\\nHark to the song in him\\nEach little lyrical\\nGrave or satirical\\nMusical miracle\\nn", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n(g: %itit for (Ulai?.\\nA PRIL S a trifler March a churl,\\nJune s a prodigal, all can see\\nMay is a modest and winsome girl.\\nMay is the month of months for me.\\nHey and ho for the twitter and twirl.\\nHints that are hanging from every tree,\\nSong of mavis and song of merle.\\nNests that hide where you shall not see\\nWinter who came with a swish and swirl,\\nBluff old fool of a white-beard he\\nNow lies slain with the smile of a girl\\nMay is the month of months for me\\n78", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE QUEST.\\n(~\\\\NCK more we launch from Fancy s coast\\nAnd pray for Fancy s gale,\\nThe prize is ours is ours we boast,\\nAnd chase the lessening sail.\\nAlmost, almost\\nAnd yet, dear lads, we fail.\\nOur friends they drink a parting toast.\\nOur girls their cheeks are pale,\\nTo ship I To ship our restless ghost\\nIs calling down the trail.\\nAlmost, almost\\nAnd yet, dear lads, we fail.\\nWe ll leave to them the wines and roast\\nWho never quaff d the gale.\\nWhat though to-day the prize be lost.\\nTo-morrow we prevail\\nAlmost, almost\\nAnd yet, dear lads, we fail.\\nO sunset lure O golden coast\\nO fugitive and frail\\n79", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nWe ll measure yet this Undisclosed,\\nFor Heav n is in the scale.\\nAlmost, almost\\nWe ve won, who dared to fail\\n80", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "WORLDSONG.\\nT T ITHER, dearheart, let us make a silence;\\nWe re too tired for talking, you and I.\\nLet the big World babble of its sorrows,\\nWe will listen while the sounds go by\\nTears that rain on unremembering faces,\\nFall of kisses upon faithless lips,\\nSighs of sailors widows gazing seaward\\nWhere the blue horizon dims and dips\\nSounds of orphan-voices calling, Mother,\\nDry-eyed sobs that childless women know,\\nMoans of city-slaves, whip-driven by hunger,\\nChoking tears that find no time to flow.\\nSad the Song but perfect in its sadness.\\nHush, dear, let no happy discord fall\\nIf we speak our joy it mars this music,\\nWe will just keep silence, that is all.\\n8i", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nto t^t ^fi^im ^quabton.\\nT^LOCK of the terrible talons urged by lungs\\nMonstrous and fury-fed\\nHold your proud course, defying riotous tongues,\\nFear-born and treason-bred.\\nWho at this late and ominous hour declaim\\nThe jargon of the past,\\nForgetful, fools, that Freedom, that great name,\\nHath riven all chains at last.\\nGod save us from war s terrors May they cease\\nAnd yet one fate how worse\\nA bloodless, perjured, prostituting peace,\\nGlutting a coward s purse\\nOh, if yon beaks and talons clutch and cling\\nFar in the middle seas\\nWith those of hostile war-birds, wing to wing,\\nOur hearts shall fight with these.\\nGod speed you Never fared crusading knight\\nOn holier quest than ye,\\nSworn to the rescue of the trampled Right,\\nSworn to make Cuba free\\n82", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "TO THE FLYING SQUADRON.\\nYea, swiftly to avenge our martyred Maine.\\nI watch you curve and wheel\\nIn horrible grace of battle, scourge of Spain,\\nBirds with the beaks of steel\\nSpring of 1 8 g8.\\n83", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nTTIS tears, unfailing, stored for instant flow,\\nThough eyes are brimmed with fun.\\nHair putting on the colour of the foe.\\nLeg lame he has but one\\nReady for joke or sermon, little loath\\nTo saintliness or sin\\nHis trembling fingers pulling at the growth\\nFraming his grizzled chin\\nWith pipe in mouth and self-important look\\nBeneath his great slouch hat\\nHe seems a print dropp d from some antique book\\nOur childhood wondered at.\\nAnd yet those eyes once blazed with fiercer fire\\nThan wrapp d his musket s mouth,\\nWhen he strode forth, clothed with a just man s ire,\\nSlave-summon d, to the South.\\nSo, while above his wrinkles drifts the snow,\\nRemember with awed breath\\nHis tann d face set tow rd destiny and the foe,\\nAnd that red game with Death\\n84", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "PROLOGUE TO A BOOK OF COLLEGE VERSE.\\n^ofoQUt to a (jBooft of Coffege nOerse,\\nT N Cap and Gown you look in vain\\nFor epic or heroic strain.\\nNot ours to scale the heights sublime,\\nWhich hardly masters dare to climb\\nWe only sing of youth and joy,\\nAnd love, the credo of the boy\\n85", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n^1 7HENCES0EVER comes this wonder,\\nFrom whatever far-off place,\\nFrom dim caves the dark seas under,\\nFrom the Overblue s embrace,\\nWhether down the paths of morning\\nFly its feet o er farm and hill,\\nWhether yellow sunset holds it\\nNoondays, or the twilight still\\nAll we really know is, dearie,\\nWhile the mystery broods above,\\nTho the wise may doubt and differ\\nLife is sweet, for life is love\\nScience aches to solve the wonder.\\nPloughs the gray hills, drains the brooks,\\nScans the sky at night for plunder,\\nRavages a thousand books\\nPoets dream and sages question\\nTill the mumbling lips are dry.\\nDeaf the ears and blurred the vision,\\nAnd the years burn out and die.\\nLet them prate and perish, dearie.\\nFoolish wisemen with their strife,\\nWheresoe er or whencesoever\\nLife is sweet, for love is life\\n86", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "IN THE PAUSES OF THE RAIN.\\n3n i^e pauses of t^e (!^(xin.\\nIn the pauses of the rain. Mrs. Browm ng-\\nT N the pauses of the rain\\nHow the great boughs bend and strain\\nHow the tongueless trees awake\\nHow the big drops break and break,\\nWith a plashing, sullen sound.\\nFrom the low eaves to the ground\\nHow the witless winds complain\\nAll the castled shores of Spain\\nFade from fancy they were born\\nNeath the breeze and blue of morn\\nNow the North wind, shod with sleet.\\nLeaves his print of wizard feet.\\nMaking mock, upon the pane\\nLo, the fields of wind-swept grain\\nPenitently prone, as where\\nA great church is swept by prayer.\\nTill the bowed hearts find release\\nIn the pardon and the peace.\\nAh, that Memory were as kind\\nAh, that Peace could shrive the mind\\n87", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nBut these gray hours leave a trace\\nOf lost years a face a face\\nAnd I tremble, and I start\\nAt a something near my heart\\nLike the ghost of a dead pain,\\nAnd lips yearn, and arms are fain\\nIn the pauses of the rain.", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "GRAPES.\\nT KNOW a vineyard whither feasters throng\\nMore clusters cling there than are known in song,\\nAnd, oh, the wine is strong\\nSome find it cloying sweet some say it stings;\\nAnd purple dyes on rosy feet it flings\\nWhere boyhood treads and sings.\\nBig globing grapes hang heavy to the hand.\\nLaden with liquor youth can understand\\nDangerous, soothing, bland.\\nAnd huge, green, broad-veined leaves grow rank\\nabove.\\nAnd shade hot cheeks more delicate than a dove,\\nStained with the wine of Love.\\n89", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nSunetaf.\\nT N the darkness and chill of the night,\\nNot a star overhead,\\nWith a face that was hopeless and white,\\nShe buried her dead.\\nNo ritual heard by the bier\\nSave a faint wailing cry\\nThe litany low of a tear,\\nThe prayer of a sigh.\\nAnd she planted no flowers above\\nIn the silence and gloom\\nFor he whom she buried was Love,\\nAnd her breast was the tomb.\\n90", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "A SONG FOR SIMPLICITY.\\n^ong for ^mpUciii^*\\nA ROSE will wither, so will love,\\nWhen love grows overwise.\\nKeep all thy petals, O my heart.\\nWhile the short summer flies\\nLet gladness be their gentle sun,\\nAnd innocence their dew.\\nAsk the warm April rain to fall,\\nAnd wash all care from you.\\nAnd if love went the truant way\\nAnd you have lost his track,\\nBe faithful to simplicity\\nAnd you shall win him back.\\nHush the soft fingers of desire\\nTap at the stoic will\\nBe very simple, O my heart.\\nAnd love will enter still.\\n91", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nr\\\\ SANDAL-FOOTED years, soft stealing by\\nWith the swift cunning of a thievish band,\\nSnatch what of youth you have aheady spared\\nI mock your thefts, I leave my latch upraised\\nAnd proudly bid you enter plunder all\\nBut ere ye go, one guerdon. There s a girl\\nWhose hair holds gold that must have waked your\\ngreed.\\nFor it has caught the coins of the sun\\nWithin its meshes. Years, I pray you spare\\nThe beauty that holds court within her eyes\\nAnd on her brow her lips. O gently pass.\\nAnd lay a few more roses in her hand\\n92", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "YESTERDAY.\\nX*HOU art to me like all the days,\\nThey ebb and flow with punctual tides,\\nLeave driftwood, wreckage, on the sand,\\nPerhaps a shell besides;\\nSwift, incommunicable, vast,\\nThey poise, then perish in the Past.\\nAnd yet I have not all forgot\\nThose years when every day seemed long-\\nA separate age of joys and play,\\nOf wonder-tales and song\\nI marvel, Yesterday, to know\\nThou still art Childhood s Long Ago\\n93", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\ngumfife ^iB^.\\n(~\\\\y Heav n I ask a hand s-breadth only,\\nEnough of the infinite floor of blue,\\nThe amethyst pavement large and lonely.\\nTo carve a cameo-rhyme or two.\\nI ask for the poet s smithcraft merely,\\nThe wonderful, artless, old-world way\\nOf carving the jewels of verse sincerely\\nTill facets flash where the sunbeams play.\\nOh, the rhymer s nice art, rare yet reckless,\\nCasting its diamonds under your feet.\\nPolishing gems for a gay girl s necklace.\\nTossing a song in the dust of the street\\nGive me the skill that seems so careless.\\nThe perfectly delicate disarray\\nOf surface and hue that are fresh and wearless,\\nThat shine till the locks of Time are gray\\n94", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "ROYALTY.\\nT N purple and fine linen\\nMy country farmhouse shines,\\nThe purple on the lilacs\\nThe linen on the lines.\\n95", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n(Stated (Jtloob.\\nSOUL, why art so restless?\\nWhat alls thee Quiet, fool\\nThe branches, bare and nestless,\\nHang o er the ruffled pool\\nNovember leaves still languish\\nAbove a frozen sod,\\nSo lie our hopes our anguish,\\nUpon the breast of God.\\nWe pray, nor are forgiven\\nWe lose all, lacking faith\\nWe raise void hands to Heaven\\nAnd only clasp a wraith.\\nAh nay Each prayer one utters\\nTho one be blind shall bring\\nIts answer Look here flutters\\nThe earliest bird of Spring\\n96", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "LOST KNOWLEDGE.\\nfeosf (^noiofeb^e.\\nT KNOW not, Life, what thou may st be,\\nI only know thou art, to me,\\nA challenge and a mystery.\\nBut once oh, once (the heav n was blue\\nYet clasped a haloed moon) a few\\nBrief moments neath the stars I knew.\\nThere rose a light breeze from the west,\\nIt blew her hair against my breast.\\nAnd closer still our lips were prest\\n97", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nAl^OULD ST thou be that man of fate\\nWhom the eager years await\\nThe elect, the son of song,\\nEarth has travailed for so long\\nStrip then from thy life the sham.\\nLet I seem become I am;\\nThough thy naked soul be shown\\nStarved, yes, shrivelled to a bone,\\nHonest Nature, only so,\\nWill consent to bid it grow.\\nHonest Love can only thus\\nFeed it from her overplus\\nHonest Genius thus alone\\nCan adopt thee for her own.\\n98", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "STEPS TOWARD FAITH\\nLire,", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE COMEDY.\\nLife s poor play. Essay on Man.\\nDEHOLD the rising curtain It foretells\\nA time-worn comedy the laughter gay,\\nThe joke, the jangle of the jester s bells,\\nAnd all the painted pageant of the play.\\nWell take our parts you with your velvet gown\\nMy lady I with homespun suit of gray\\nNow, boy, remember j/^/^ must know the town\\nAnd act the rake and so, begins the play.\\nJest and be merry Tis an easy task.\\nCome, fellow-actors let us all be gay\\nThough eyes be tearful neath the merry mask.\\nCome, let us laugh for we must play the play.\\nClose by your side the unseen Prompter stands\\nFear not, he whispers what is yours to say;\\nHis name is Destiny, and in his hands\\nHe holds the Author s copy of the play.\\nThen paint the laughing wrinkles neath your eyes\\nAssume your role shall we prove cowards Nay\\nThough hearts be breaking neath the fair disguise,\\nCome, let us laugh for thus we act the play,\\nlOI", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nWhich runs through many a jovial scene, nor stops\\nUntil the glaring footlights fade away\\nThe darkness falls the viewless curtain drops\\nThe roisterers sleep and finished is the play.\\n102", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "A MOOD OF RESTLESS SPRING.\\n(gtoob of (gegtfess ttng.\\nTPHE slow days pass: the sunshine and the rain,\\nThe toilsome task, the pain.\\nThe weary nights when silence longs for speech\\nThey vanish each by each.\\nThe ordered march goes on the punctual years\\nHealth, harvest, laughter, tears.\\nDay, night, eve, morrow, waking hours and sleep.\\nTheir long succession keep.\\nThere are who say that in a distant clime\\nAbove our Space our Time,\\nIn pathless lands beyond a shoreless sea,\\nHeaven joins the worlds that be.\\nClasp close the hope and yet from Heaven or Hell\\nHas one come back to tell\\nWe only k7tO w that pain shall some day cease\\nIn Death s deep dreamless peace.\\nMeanwhile here is our earth, and here To-day\\nAnd Spring has given us May.\\n103", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0ppOREGATHERED from the Darkness,\\nBy the Seven Winds brought nigh,\\nWe shrivel to these spirit-shapes\\nThat whisper, Thou, and I.\\nAcross the desert s mocking face\\nWe form a phantom train\\nA caravan of shadows\\nThat press the sands of pain\\n104", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "IN THE FEASTING HALL.\\n3n t^e S^aBtirxQ gaff.\\nT^HE banqueters arrayed about the board\\nMake merry with the goodly meat and wine,\\nCupbearer, haste and fetch from out thy hoard\\nAnother draught to cheer us as we dine.\\nAnd thou shalt know the liquor by its brand.\\nThat dusty label bears the one word, Joy,\\nSo shall we hold a potion in our hand\\nThe maddest of the night, and pledge thee, boy\\nBut, masters, ye have drunken all of this.\\nAnd now alone remains the wine called Pain,\\nIt is as old a vintage and, I wis,\\n(Tho sour of taste) twill cool and calm your brain.\\nBeside, our Lord hath saved it for each guest.\\nAnd would ye scorn his gift who bade you dine\\nYea, some have whispered, where those grapes were\\nprest.\\nThat One of royal blood hath trod the wine.\\nThey drink and pledge but paler grow the lips.\\nThe jest dies mirthless with the laugh and boast\\nThe guests dash down the cups of joy s eclipse,\\nAnd, drunken-eyed, stare helpless at the Host.\\n105", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nIITRINKLED mother, at your knee\\nLet me sit with questions three.\\nTell me why this truth is true\\nMan is not as glad as you\\nWhy my foolish fret must jar\\nOn the peace of Things that Are\\nTell me, is this worm within\\nGender d by the thing called Sin?\\nBooks say so, but is it that\\nOr something never hinted at?\\nLastly, mother, I would know\\nWhen you hold me close below\\nIf that long sleep be like ours\\nOr as wakeless as a flower s.\\nWrinkled mother, answer me,\\nIf you can, my questions three\\n106", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "MYSTERIES.\\npLANTS, with their vulgar roots\\nClutching some clod,\\nThrusting divinest blooms\\nUpward to God,\\nSentient in every stem,\\nLeaves and the life of them\\nWings in the azure world,\\nWorms in the green\\nRead me these mysteries\\nWhat may they mean\\nBaffled, my spirit clings\\nDeaf at the door of things.\\nRead me the riddle, Life\\nFain would I know\\nAll the intrigue of it.\\nSecret and show\\nDeath with his stricken wings.\\nLife, and Death s deathless things\\nFar up yon steps of light\\nOn toward the sun\\n107", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nClimb the fierce path of Truth,\\nAll shall be won\\nYea, though thy heart of care\\nFaint on that fiery stair\\nio8", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "FEAR.\\nSear.\\nT FEAR not grief life s tangled web appears\\nOf plainer texture through the lens of tears.\\nNor death s chill frost; no green boughs dance as\\nfleet\\nAs dead leaves blown down some November street.\\nNor life s long paths, though none may comprehend,\\nOr whence they wind or whitherward they wend.\\nNor clouds and fog if hills be drunk with mist,\\nI only grasp my staff with firmer fist.\\nOne thing I fear, that when the years shall pass\\nStern Time may reap my courage like the grass.\\nOh, if his scythe prove keener than my will,\\nSharpen that latter, Lord, to match his skill,\\nAnd to my coward conscience make this clear\\nI have no other foe to fear save Fear.\\n109", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "O^j\\nON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nNCE, wearied of these feverish moods,\\nstarted for the healing woods.\\nBehind me, echoed through the street\\nThe dreams of youth with following feet.\\nBefore me like a flock there flew\\nMy wishes, straight across the blue.\\nWithin mine ear, Do thus, and thus,\\nCare sighing plead, solicitous.\\nWhen lo upon my heart there fell\\nThe bird-choir s vesper canticle\\nDeep, deep, within the leafy hush,\\nThe love-lay of the hermit-thrush.\\nThe oven-bird s didactic note.\\nThe witch-tales of the yellowthroat.\\nAnd, drifting faint from farther still,\\nA song that made the silence thrill,\\nThe veery s I once more grew glad.\\nSuch grace those guileless singers had\\nOnce more I heard Faith s faint wings stir,\\nAnd all my heart went out to her.\\nno", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "SOMEWHILE.\\n^omei^^ife.\\nC OMEWHILE, somewhere, my heart shall come\\nBack to its country and its home\\nA prodigal and stranger there,\\nAll stripp d and beggar d, spent and bare.\\nIt ask d for life, and in its need\\nWas given (Oh, swinish husk a creed.\\nIt ask d its dole of daily bread.\\nAnd groaned to gain a stone instead.\\nBut on the far horizon, see\\nThe dust of feet that seek for thee\\nAh, soon shall dawn the Father s smile\\nHave patience, Heart Somewhere, somewhile\\nIll", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n(gliracfes.\\nM OW from those futile, fabulous dreams of old\\nWe slumberers wake, no more the toys of\\ngold.\\nNor on Olympus nor on Sinai now\\nMan kneels with that lorn wonder on his brow,\\nNo more appeases with fear s grudging gifts\\nJove and Jehovah till their vengeance lifts\\nHyssop and cedar-wood and purple veils\\nAre playthings in forgotten children s tales.\\nYet, ye who wait for those calm suns to rise\\nThat kiss d our sires, when, to their awestruck eyes,\\nMirage and miracle made white the skies,\\nKnow, reverent skeptics, plighted to the truth.\\nThat miracles persist in solemn sooth\\nThis violet I scan when Spring s astir\\nShy beauty, sweet to the blue heart of her\\nIf I could solve her secret I should pluck\\nAll meaner mysteries bare these roots that suck\\nFrom some black soil the pigments that will paint\\nA rose s cheek or make the senses faint\\nWith lilac or syringa solve me these.\\nAnd I will read what miracles you please.", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "VALUES.\\n*Dafue6.\\n1 17 HEN child to mother brings his loud distress,\\nIf some rude playmate s blow has wrought\\nhim pain,\\nA soft, strong hand smooths back each golden tress\\nAnd bids him smile again.\\nMother has known more wrong and grief than\\nthou,\\nThe sad voice says, but see, I do not cry,\\nTill wonder calms the boy s uplifted brow\\nAnd wide astonished eye.\\nSo we pray bitter prayers They bring me loss\\nLord, hast Thou seen what these my foes have\\ndone\\nTill comes reply the infinite realms across\\nYea, and these slew my Son.\\n3", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nT F you have lost the art of being happy,\\nWhich childhood, without learning, knew so well,\\nWhat then Waste life in striving to interpret\\nThat secret cipher only Heav n can spell\\nOur little day of Time was lent for service,\\nEternity is long enough for joy.\\nTake Sorrow to your heart and bear your burden,\\nLeave rapture to an angel and a boy.\\n114", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "A PRAYER OF ONE OF GOD S CHILDREN.\\n^tager of ne of (Bob s C^ifbrem\\nTHOU to whom our faltering faiths aspire,\\nWe nowise love Thee as Incarnate Law,\\nOr see Thee as the strenuous Hebrew saw\\nA Pillar of Cloud by day, by night of Fire\\nOur faith is simpler, we would venture nigher,\\nPress close, and clasp Thy feet, and weep, and draw\\nThe comfort of Thy smile, and lose our awe.\\nAssured Thou wilt not mock a child s desire.\\nO impotence and sacrilege of creeds\\nPhilacteries, rituals, priest-craft what are they\\nMy heart her root in prayer, her bloom in deeds,\\nWould humbly toward God s daylight urge her way,\\nBut only Thou can st bring to birth the seeds.\\nOr quicken with Thy smile the inert clay.\\nS", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\n3f nfe.\\nT F we could only frame one guess,\\nOr with our poor faith plumb\\nThe sea beside whose waves we wait,\\nDreaming, and lost, and dumb,\\nAh, who against that shoreless deep\\nWould weigh our mist of tears\\nThe ocean of Eternity,\\nThe little cloud of years.", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "T\\nOCEAN AND BAY.\\nI ME is a land-locked bay\\nJoining that great sea\\nCalled in our charts Eternity;\\nFoolish and blinded they\\nWho grope around the shore,\\nDrop plummet, measure, guess.\\nHazard: A few blue leagues, not more.\\nThen mist and nothingness.\\nThe winds bring inland from the deep\\nSmells that are salt as tears,\\nGreen waves rock every boat to sleep\\nDeeper than all our years\\nAnd other hints there be the words\\nOf distant sailors cries,\\nSome whiter wing than bears our birds.\\nMirage that swims the skies\\nStill on the fragile decks the lips\\nComplain, Perchance there be\\nSome outlet from this bay for ships\\nTo gain a shoreless sea.\\nSail-swept and fathomless and fair,\\nWhere the great vessels ride\\n17", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nAh, who can know They sigh, and stare\\nUpon their mimic tide.\\nYet, strong as angels arms, the sea.\\nUpon the neighbouring strand,\\nArrays its white-plumed chivalry\\nAnd charges on the sand\\nAnd sometimes to a daring soul\\nHigh on the bending mast.\\nHand shading eyes, the splendours roll\\nAt last, at last.\\n[i8", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "OPEN UNTO THEIR CRY.\\n^pen unto t^cix Cxt*\\nA GAINST the Throne like music rare\\nPulses the anguish of a prayer,\\nAnd spirit-waves of sound are stirred\\nBy sorrow sobbing into word.\\nIf with the phrase of culture fraught,\\nOr stammered by a tongue untaught,\\nSince Love is Love, it matters not.\\nBreathe thou thy want, and, in His ear,\\nNo harper, harping e er so clean\\nCan drown the little song of fear.\\n119", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nnpHE sungleam and the dark,\\nVesper and matin bells\\nThe greeting hands of yesterday\\nThe morrow, and farewells.\\nThe cradle and the morn,\\nThe eve and ebbing sense\\nAnd who shall tell us whither.\\nAnd who shall say from whence\\nBehind us lies the void,\\nBefore us is the dark\\nAs on the slender boat of Time\\nWe tremblingly embark.\\nBy sun by stars we sail\\nAnd tempt the desperate sea;\\nWe only know our vessel s prow\\nIs toward eternity.\\nThe sungleam and the dark.\\nVesper and matin bells\\nThe greeting hands in yonder port,\\nBut in the earth, farewells.", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "PARDON S CROWN.\\n^arbon s Cto}x n,\\nOUCCESS is always crowned: Paul, Shakespeare,\\nLincoln\\nThese have their wreaths and marbles, saint, bard,\\nhero.\\nBut what save curses do we give the vanquish d\\nWhat crowns hath Failure\\nCan brows that crime hath blacken d hold a chap-\\nlet?\\nWhat of the man who falls in life s hot battle\\nTrampled and rent? What crowns have Ananias,\\nHerod or Judas\\nOthers may hate them let me dare to love them\\nCrown those with laurel I crown these with par-\\ndon;\\nPoor lost, sad, ignorant souls I cry with Jesus,\\nFather, forgive them\\n131", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nT THANK Thee, Lord, for cloudy weather,\\nWe soon would tire of blue\\nI thank Thee, Lord, for Pain, our brother,\\nWhose rude care holds us true.\\nI thank Thee for the weary morrow\\nThat makes the Past more sweet\\nI thank Thee for our sister, Sorrow,\\nWho leads us to Thy feet.", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "ABOVE EVERY NAME.\\n^fioue (Eijet^ (ttame.\\nT*HE idle tides of Time toss names like these\\nTroy, Babylon, Hector, Jove, Hesperides\\nForgotten spindrift of unmemoried seas.\\nGolden in fancy they they live, and yet\\nWhile our lips say the words our lips forget,\\nThey leave our hearts unwarm d, our cheeks unwet.\\nOne Name alone can move us in those deeps\\nWhere love of child, of wife, of honour sleeps\\nDown where the virgin Soul her vigil keeps.\\nO humble Son of Mary, once again\\nMake Thou a manger in our hearts, and when\\nProud names have gleam d and gone, speak Thou\\nAmen.\\n123", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nr\\\\ SOULS that falter with failing breath\\nAnd wish that ye might not be,\\nHave ye gone to the Healer of Nazareth,\\nWho cureth such as ye\\nHe blesses the sick who touch His hem,\\nHe cleanses the leper s sore,\\nAnd all the wonders He wrought for them.\\nHe can do for you yea, more.\\nAnd whether ye wait for the gentle touch\\nAt the angel-troubled pool.\\nOr long for the hand that healeth such\\nBy the gate called Beautiful,\\nIt matters not; He will come the Lord,\\nThe lover of souls that cry.\\nAnd the lame shall leap and laugh at His word.\\nAnd His smile will satisfy.\\n124", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "CHRIST THE RISEN.\\nC^mi i^e (Risen.\\nEASTER, 1899.\\nTYV the ointment and the spice,\\nSacrament and sacrifice,\\nBy the aloes and the myrrh,\\nWatch, and seal, and sepulchre,\\nWeeping three and shining Twain,\\nLinen strewn where Love had lain\\nBy the Voice that roused the clay\\nAnd the rock It breathed away,\\nBy the quickening Something drawn\\nFrom the heights behind the dawn\\nMaking whole and setting free,\\nJesus, we would rise with Thee\\nWhen our patient spirit knows\\nOnly shadows and repose,\\nWhen above our narrow cot\\nFriends may lean yet clasp us not,\\nWhen no voice of girl or lad\\nMakes our darkened chamber glad.\\nWhen above us April stirs\\nYet our hearts are not with hers,\\nHeed Thou then this prayer and plea;\\nMaster, we would rise with Thee\\n125", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "ON LIFE S STAIRWAY.\\nIf we tremble at the touch\\nWhich we need O Christ so much\\nIf our own hands hew the cave,\\nWind the linen, seal the grave\\nIn our ears, grown deaf with doubt.\\nWhisper, till our faith is stout\\nFlash upon our holden eyes\\nAll that First-day of surprise\\nSmooth with this our anxious brow\\nChrist the Risen rises now\\nLo, the Easter heart each day\\nSees the great stone rolled away,\\nHears the Message: Weep not ye,\\nChildren, ye be risen with Me\\nTHE END.\\n126", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "OUT 10 IdUO", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3183", "width": "1887", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3337", "width": "2056", "jp2-path": "onlifesstairway00kno_0150.jp2"}}