{"1": {"fulltext": "PS 3537\\n.C58 S6\\n1900", "height": "3592", "width": "2410", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "V, ONO\\n0*\\no", "height": "3410", "width": "2228", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "A^ t\u00c2\u00bb.^ V, 0^\\n.\u00e2\u0099\u00a6^\u00e2\u0080\u00a2v\\ni- 4*^", "height": "3400", "width": "2178", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3410", "width": "2228", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES\\nAND\\nOTHER POEMS\\nBY\\nJ. W. SCHOLL\\nAUTHOR OF\\nTHE LIGHT-BEARER OF LIBERTY.\\nBOSTON\\nEASTERN PUBLISHING COMPANY,\\n6 1 Court Streit\\nM", "height": "3400", "width": "2178", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "62640\\nJLitawnry of Coag^rees\\n^\\\\io CofiES Received\\nOCT 18 1900\\nCopyright entry\\nI SICOND COPY.\\nI Otliv red to\\nI O^Ott^ DlViSlON,\\n[OCT 2\\nX\\n1\\n75 3\\nrs\\nCf!\\n64\\nt\\nl^tfd\\nCopyrighted 1 900,\\nby\\nJ. W. SCHOLL.", "height": "3410", "width": "2228", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nPreface.\\nDedication.\\nSOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nMaud s Wedding Day i\\nThe Invalid 6\\nAgnes Lilienkron, the forsaken 13\\nHermann Samssel 19\\nThe Bastard of Old Sir Hughs 25\\nViRGINIUS 33\\nThe Wedding Anniversary 38\\nISf W\\nThe Tunker Maiden. A Memorial Day\\nPiece 43\\nThe Poet s Prothalamion 54\\nI Love Thee 100\\nMy Own Wee Winsome Dearie 103\\nMessage of Pressed Flowers 106\\nWhither. iii\\nThy Heaven 112\\nI Would that my Lips could Utter 114\\nThy Breasts are Twin White Lilies 115\\nRest, Rest Thee, Sad Heart 116\\nTo a Rising Star 118", "height": "3400", "width": "2178", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGB\\nEstrangement 120\\nOe r uy Heart in its Dreaming 123\\nLove and Wine 126\\nMy Muse 127\\nLight of My Life 128\\nA HANDFUL OF SONNETS.\\nAll in All 131\\nGreeting 132\\nBetrothal 133\\nLincoln Park, Storm 134\\nSeparation 137\\nIn the Shadows 138\\nBeyond the Shadows 139\\nA Golden Day 140\\nTime Marks her Flight 141\\nMy Bard 142", "height": "3410", "width": "2228", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nEVERY life has multiform activities, and\\nwhen the artistic sense is present, em-\\nbodies itself in different ways.\\nA careless judge will be carried away by one\\nsingle embodiment, and consider the whole, a\\nmonotonous enlargement of that single part.\\nThe larger-minded reader will see that there is\\nunity which binds all the embodiments together,\\nand that that unity is not an abstraction, but\\na concrete human life, which, in its constant\\ninterplay with environment, expresses itself,\\nalways partially, it is true, but always genuinely.\\nNo writer ever gives a complete rendition of\\nhis soul. Not even when his work is done and\\nall the broken lights of his life are gathered\\ninto one full beam. There is always an inex-\\npressible residue of the personality which per-\\nishes from the world.\\nEmotional life as well as intellectual life has\\nits tropics. There may be wide latitudes be-\\ntween the extreme positions of thought and\\nfeeling in a single life at different times. The\\ngreater the life, the wider the range. A narrow\\nconsistency is possible only in a barren life.\\nThe contents of this little volume grew up\\nside by side with the Light-Bearer of Liberty\\nand covers the same period of activity. It\\nclaims attention only so far as it finds echoes\\nin the hearts of fellow men, who are yearning\\nfor an ideal life, which shall make possible the\\nembodiment of the ideal.\\nThe Author.", "height": "3400", "width": "2178", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3410", "width": "2228", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "TO\\nMY WIFE,\\nTHE SHARER AND INSPIRER\\nOF\\nMY LITERARY LABORS,\\nTHIS LITTLE VOLUME\\nIS DEDICATED.", "height": "3400", "width": "2178", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3410", "width": "2228", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\n.msb\\nMAUD S WEDDING DAY.\\nCOME hither a little, Maud, while the shad-\\nows creep this way,\\nCome sit by my side and talk, for the morrow s\\nyour wedding day,\\nAnd a younger hand than mine. Dear, will lead\\nyou from my side.\\nAnd younger lips than mine, Dear, will claim\\nyou a willing bride.\\nAnd you ll leave your dear old home, and my\\nold loving heart,\\nI ve lived for you forty years, and loved you\\nfrom the start\\nWhat You re not so old But it s true,\\nthough you, Maud, can t understand\\nHow your mother and I were young once, and\\nthought and yearned and planned.", "height": "3400", "width": "2178", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nAnd loved you all together, before our mar-\\nriage morn,\\nFull twenty years and more before you, Maud,\\nwere born.\\nFor you were the last, the pet and pride of\\nmother and me,\\nAnd we kept you the baby still, as long as that\\ncould be.\\nBut you wouldn t stay little at all, in spite of\\nour love and care,\\nAnd your dresses were laid aside, Maud, too\\nsmall for you to wear.\\nAnd I d have been jealous of all the thieving\\nyears could do.\\nBut they left you your mother s eyes of tender-\\nest sunniest blue.\\nThere were other children, Maud, and we loved\\nthem dearly, too.\\nBut still, as each babe could talk, another be-\\ngan to coo.\\nAnd life grew stronger and prouder, my Dar-\\nling, for mother and me.\\nAnd we shared in their work and study, and\\ntoiled for them cheerily.", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "MAUD S WEDDING DAY.\\nBut I was vexed, sometimes, when the world\\nwouldn t seem to go right,\\nAnd I said some things, my child, I d be glad\\nto recall tonight.\\nFor my thoughts go out to two little mounds in\\nSunnyside,\\nWhere the first of our darling children are\\nsleeping side by side,\\nAnd I wonder, if they had lived, if they d try\\nto break my heart\\nAs the boy that was spared to me The fool-\\nish tears will start\\nWhen I talk of our only son, that married out\\nof my life,\\nAnd deserted mother and me, ior a cold and\\nheartless wife,\\nThat spoiled in a year or two, with her prim\\nsociety ways.\\nThe generous heart of my boy, twas the nur-\\nture of all our days,\\nFor mother was patient, Maud, and loved him\\nand taught him, too,\\nTo be kindly and patient and loving, and al-\\nways loyal and true.", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nBut she was a fortune-hunter, with a pair of\\nwarm brown eyes,\\nAnd he was young and loved her, I thought\\nit scarcely wise\\nBut it wasn t for mother and me to know what\\nwas the best,\\nAnd marrying other people is wisdom s grand-\\nest test\\nSo we wept a little together, and let them go\\ntheir way,\\nAnd Maud, my Darling, you know the rest.\\nThere came a day\\nWhen we quarreled we couldn t help it I m\\nsorry for all tonight\\nI tried to do my best, but the world wouldn t\\nseem to go right.\\nAnd you re the last of all, Maud, for mother is\\nsleeping, too,\\nAnd I am all alone, Maud, in the shadows,\\nalone with you.\\nYou will stay with me. Darling, you say No,\\nthat can never be.\\nFor you have a life to live, too, apart from\\nmother and me.", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "maud s wedding day.\\nShe sleeps in the silent ferns, Maud, that you\\nplanted on the hill,\\nAnd I ll soon be lying beside her, if gracious\\nHeaven will.\\nAnd I m not such a brute of a father, to spoil\\nmy Maud s birthright\\nFor the few short years of evening, before I bid\\nher good night\\nFor William s a fine-built fellow with a strong\\nand manly face.\\nAnd he ll be good to you, Maud, and he comes\\nof a goodly race.\\nYou love him, you say, and he s noble and\\nloyal and tender and true.\\nAnd I love him, too, my child, almost as dear-\\nly as you\\nSo blessings on both forever, for tomorrow s\\nthe wedding day.\\nAnd it matters little how soon now the shad-\\nows creep this way.\\nBut when the first babe comes, Maud, remem-\\nber us cheerily.\\nAnd nestle it soft in the ferns. Dear, for the\\nsake of mother and me.", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "THE INVALID.\\nTHE days grow dark and lone, Alice, dark\\nand dreary for me,\\nAnd the years float on like sea-weed adrift on\\na stagnant sea.\\nBut there must be currents below, for I know\\nI am far away\\nFrom the purple isles of light where my ill-\\nstarred infancy lay.\\nI try to be patient and bear the tedium of the\\nhours.\\nAnd take no thought of the morrow, though\\nNight above me lowers\\nBut I can not bear it forever, my soul is rebel-\\nlious flame\\nWhy was an eagle s spirit chained down to this\\nshattered frame", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE INVALID.\\nEvery muscle should have been strong as the\\nlion s lusty thews,\\nWhose chase-worn strength the day for each\\nmidnight chase renews\\nThe blood should have surged in my veins with\\na full impetuous tide,\\nThat could nourish power and passion and fling\\nLife s portals wide\\nTo storm and sun alike, and conquer and use\\nthem both\\nFor the ripening of the brain and the spirit s\\ndauntless growth\\nBut a baby s hand is as strong as this withered\\nhand of mine.\\nAnd health and hope are gone, and marred is\\nthe fair design,\\nThe Angel of Life had sketched with his pencil\\nof seven-hued light.\\nWhen my soul burst forth like a star from\\nBeing s primal night.\\nThree score Is it blessed to live w^hen all\\nthat is worth the living\\nIs ruined So long^ and remember a deed that\\nis past forgiving", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nHis blows His curses That look The\\ntyranny worse than all\\nThe cloister prison that kept the heart and\\nbrain in thrall\\nTo creeds effete and dead, and systems rotten\\nand old\\nI d rather be dead as they, and turned into dust\\nand mould.\\nFor I stood on the threshold of life, in the face\\nof the universe,\\nA mendicant begging with hands outstretched\\nfor an alms, or worse,\\nA mind misformed and warped, a hand un-\\nskilled in aught,\\nThe Gordian knot of the world drawn harder\\nby all I wrought.\\nAnd mine the fault If I lounge in the Inn of\\nthe World, and eat.\\nAnd pay no reckonings back, is it counted\\nwrong to cheat\\nThe World of my feed and keep, that robbed\\nmy whole birthright,\\nAnd left me naked and bare, unpitied in\\nwretched plight", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE INVALID.\\nGive me my strength, O World I ll struggle\\nalong with the rest,\\nAnd pay the uttermost farthing, and count all\\nthings as best\\nBut the days are dark and lone, Alice, so lone\\nand dreary for me,\\nAs the years float on like sea-weed adrift on a\\nstagnant sea.\\nI have friends That are kind I am grate-\\nful to them, to all, to you.\\nBut the bliss is in the helping, and I am all\\nhelpless, too.\\nIf only the struggle were done A man with\\nthe passions of man,\\nI love Let it pass I have loved, as only\\nthe passionate can,\\nWith the blindness of devotion, with soul and\\nmind and heart,\\nMy sister I love her as warm, but she has a\\nlife apart\\nHer child She s the sunshine of life, and fair\\nas a flower of May\\nBut the years will make her a woman, and steal\\nher heart away", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nHush, Alice Sweet Alice, forbid let it die,\\nthe unuttered word\\nNo random yearning of mine from its fixed re-\\nsolve has erred,\\nNever to let a woman turn sympathy into\\nlove\\nAnd mingle her fate with mine let the inno-\\ncent snowy dove\\nConsort with the kite Yet I yearn with the\\nstrength of my passionate soul,\\nTo stretch out my arms to something, ere I\\ntouch Time s latest goal.\\nAnd clasp it, and call it mine^ all mine^ and for-\\never mine!\\nTo love and cherish forever, mine^ mine, warm-\\nly faithfully mine\\nTwas a dream Tis a dream that must die\\nwith the dreamer, unfulfilled.\\nIn a heart full of dust and ashes, where the\\nbuds of joy were killed\\nThe fittest survive, I can see, but little comfort\\nit gives\\nTo the weakest in the fight, to be conscious of\\ndeath while he lives.\\nlo", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE INVALID.\\nThere a father with light in his face and the\\npride of his life on his knee,\\nLooks Fate in the face serenely. His race\\ncontinues to be.\\nHis name will be heard for ages, in honor and\\nblessing and praise.\\nAnd his deeds will be cherished and told\\nthrough all the coming days.\\nAnd a part of his soul will live, in an everlast-\\ning life.\\nVictorious over death in the never-ending\\nstrife,\\nBut my race must perish, at last, and none will\\nweep for me,\\nIf I overlive the few who have loved me faith-\\nfully.\\nTurn mad And berate the world And\\ncurse the living and dead\\nBecause they gave me a stone, when I wanted\\nonly bread\\nO not while the world has love and peace for\\nthe many, shall I\\nDespair of the far event, though I may be\\ndoomed to die\\nII", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nAnd perchance I am part of a plan, a part of\\nthis old world s life\\nNot utterly lost and forgotten, though con-\\nquered in the strife,\\nAnd who can know, but someday, when this\\nbroken body is gone,\\nI may stand an equal chance with the rest, in\\nthe coming Dawn\\nAnd thus there is peace, sweet Alice, peace\\nsometimes even for me.\\nThough the years float on like sea-weed adrift\\non a stagnant sea\\n12", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "AGNES LILIENKRON,\\nTHE FORSAKEN.\\nTO the sea-shore Down by the bay To-\\nmorrow Going so soon\\nOh to watch the silent ships asleep in the mid-\\nnight moon\\nOh to hear the dip of an oar and the grating of\\na keel\\nAnd the sound of a step on the shore that my\\nwaiting heart could feel\\nHave I ever been there Yes, once, years\\nago I learned by heart\\nEvery turn and wind of the shore your par-\\ndon, sir tears will start,\\nBut you seemed so kindly, sir, to have a heart\\nsomewhere\\nThat I trusted you, couldn t help it twas\\nyour face, sir, and manly air,\\n13", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nAnd I could have loved you madly but I\\nhave no heart, sir, here\\nIt s down there, down by the sea-shore, dead,\\ndead this many a year\\nDead As good as dead, though it throbs and\\nthrobs in its endless pain\\nHe*s there the lord of my life was there\\nwhom I ll never see again\\nPerchance he is gone gone again and an-\\nother widowed heart\\nIs broken and crazed like mine Tomorrow,\\nyou say, you start\\nPerhaps you will meet him And then, will you\\nbear him a message from me.\\nAnd tell him I love him still, and pine for the\\nmoonlit sea.\\nAnd the boat that used to glide like a dream on\\nthe rising tide\\nFar out on the evening bay and he was by my\\nside\\nYou will think me frail, I know, but I d sell my\\nhopes of heaven\\nTo lie in his arms tonight nor ask to be for-\\ngiven\\n14", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "AGNES LILIENKRON, THE FORSAKEN.\\nIf only the day never dawned to tear me away\\nfrom him\\nI d rather be tortured, or burned, or severed\\nlimb from limb\\nOh the exquisite bliss of yielding to his impas-\\nsioned will\\nOh the clasp of his mighty arms I can feel\\nthem holding me still\\nOh the kiss that sent the blood flood-tiding up\\nto the lips\\nAnd coursing and thrilling and tingling from\\nthe heart to the finger-tips\\nYou re startled We were wedded, sir, wed-\\nded, and never a chaster bride\\nGraced a marriage feast, or sat by her honored\\nhusband s side.\\nBut scarcely a year and a day, and down by\\nthe moonlit sea\\nA serpent our Paradise entered, to ruin my love\\nand me\\nAn ugly rumor was whispered, that said I\\nwasn t his wife.\\nBut only a mistress, at best, and the helpless\\ninnocent life\\n15", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nThat was nestling under my heart, could never\\nwear his name,\\nNor look the world in the face And then a\\nwoman came,\\nA beautiful haggard face, that had suffered\\ndeeper than I,\\nAnd told a pitiful story of love in the days\\ngone by\\nOf a broken heart of love by an artful mis-\\ntress stolen,\\nTill I cursed the robber, and wept, her eyes\\nwith tears were swollen\\nI asked her the villain s name. With a sob she\\nturned aside.\\nUncovered the face of her babe, and said with\\na broken pride\\nThere, madam, read in its face the name it\\nought to bear\\nI ve come to ferret him out the beast in his\\nseaside lair\\nHe is here, somewhere, I know. They said he\\nwas seen on the bay\\nCame nightly ashore, or rowed for hours where\\nthe shadows lay", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "AGNES LILIENKRON, THE FORSAKEN.\\nWith his leman in the bow Have you seen\\nhim, lady ^those eyes,\\nThat face? I started\u00e2\u0080\u0094 twas he I\u00e2\u0080\u0094l ques-\\ntioned in quick surprise,\\nHis name Great God It was his Low\\nslanderer, be gone I cried\\nMy husband Belike And mine, and\\nothers enough beside\\nHas he limed you, too Ah, well Be happy\\nand love him still.\\nI leave him to you and yours and the curse of a\\nwandering will.\\nI would his hand had slain me It strangled\\ntwo others before\\nBut my babe and I are doomed to bear one\\ntrial the more.\\nFarewell She said, and was gone. And he\\nwas gone That day\\nA vessel lifted anchor and sailed and sailed\\naway,\\nAnd never since then have I heard the dipping\\nof an oar.\\nAnd never a grating keel, or the sound of a\\nstep on the shore.\\n17", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nThey brought me home again a falcon with\\npinions clipped\\nI heard from him once he was back where the\\nsplashing oars had dipped.\\nI tried to run away, but they caught and\\nbrought me here,\\nA prisoner held by an oath and a dying\\nmother s tear\\nMy babe I killed it, sir, killed it, blighted its\\nbudding life\\nBefore it could dream or know men s jealousy\\nand strife.\\nAnd since then I haven t a heart, but only a\\nstone somewhere\\nIn my bosom, that weighs me down like a ton\\nof dead despair\\nBut a woman is foolish and frail, and cannot\\nmaster her will\\nI loved him I worshipped him then I love\\nand worship him still.\\nAnd I d creep in the dust to his feet, and plead\\nto be loved again,\\nThough he spurned me and gave me instead a\\ndeath of infinite pain\\nj8", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "HERMANN SAMSSEL.\\nT OUGHT to be grateful? Ah, well! Is\\n1 gratitude only a duty\\nTo be felt by an effort of will toward a\\nfiend or a brute where no beauty\\nOf heart or soul impels it I ought to love her,\\nI m told\\nBy a threadbare text of the law, but feelings\\nare bought and sold\\nBy an equal exchange of love, or an equal bar-\\nter of hate.\\nAnd the scales are just and true, that mete out\\nweight for weight.\\nAnd they dip with the heft of a hair, while a\\ngod looks on to repay.\\nEach moment its own perfect guerdon, each\\nmoment its judgment day.\\n19", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nI ought to honor her That my days may be\\nlong in the land\\nTwere better I ween, for me, had she stayed\\nher murderous hand,\\nOr better, perchance, had not failed to throttle\\nmy dawning life,\\nI never had hated her then nor known this mad-\\ndening strife,\\nOh that I never had been, that the day of my\\nbirth were dead,\\nThat an infinite night had swallowed forever\\nthis infinite dread\\nOf being and doing and thinking in endless\\nmad career,\\nThe sport of an inborn hate, of frenzy and\\ngloom and fear\\nYou are happy and others, too and a mother s\\nlove has blessed\\nAnd home is as snug and warm as the callow\\nbirdling s nest\\nWell, be happy and grateful and good, for such\\nis your glad birthright,\\nFor the stars that shone on your birth made a\\nglad and tranquil night\\n20", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "HERMANN SAMSSELS.\\nFor the mother who felt on her breast the\\ntouch of your innocent lips\\nAnd followed, forgetting her pain, the wander-\\ning finger-tips\\nAs they started and grasped at naught. She\\nloved your faintest breath.\\nBut if she had loathed you, instead, and cursed\\nyou and plotted your death\\nMy mother Bone of her bone, and flesh of\\nher flesh, too true\\nAnd her blood is pent in my veins with a venom-\\nous flood-tide, too.\\nDoes that make a mother, forsooth that like\\nan outcast bud\\nShe surrendered the protoplasm, and nourished\\nit with her blood\\nIt is love, not blood, that makes the soul of kin-\\nship, for me,\\nAnd loving care makes the mother, as long as\\nTime shall be\\nBut why do I rage I ought to be mute nor\\nher slumbers molest\\nWhen the grass has been green for years that\\ncovers her harmless breast\\n21", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nHarmless Tis hard to say, if the harm is\\nover so soon,\\nAnd the harvest, sown in the years, all gar-\\nnered with the moon\\nThat wanes o er the fresh-dug grave I feel it\\nwithin me still,\\nThat her every loathing thought and murderous\\npurpose of will\\nAre built into flesh and bone and burned into\\nnerve and brain\\nTill I hate the whole world, and myself, and\\ngloat o er its burden of pain.\\nWith a demonish joy that the rest are shut from\\ntheir Paradise too,\\nAnd the Earth is a crowded bedlam, all mad-\\nness through and through.\\nThe years never hear a prayer, and thoughts\\nare as deathless as deeds.\\nAnd never a love or a hate, but bears the hid-\\nden seeds\\nOf endless loving and hating. The world is a\\ngrowth and a law.\\nAnd the dead mold the living, for aye, with\\nfated perfection or flaw.\\n22", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "HERMANN SAMSSELS.\\nHarmless? When I am dead, and my madness\\nand crimes are dead,\\nBut a poisoned well until Beware Hath not\\nGod said\\nJudge not and Vengeance is mine Yea,\\nhe judged, and I am the curse\\nHe denounced at his judgment day. From a\\nsalt and bitter source\\nThe waters of Marah have flowed. My mother\\nattempted to slay\\nA silk and damask sin, but common enough to-\\nday\\nHer babe, and wrought for herself a slow and\\nlingering death,\\nAnd Azrael came with the Angel of Life, when\\nit wailed for breath.\\nShe is under the sod frail flesh I d pity her\\nif I could\\nPerchance she was wronged and by hhn who\\nnever understood\\nHow a woman s soul can loathe, what a woman s\\nhand can do.\\nWhen the choosing or refusing is a right too\\nstrange and new\\n23", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nFor the mother to claim, my father^ a sleek\\nconventional soul\\nWho never was vexed with a doubt that his\\nmorals were sound and whole,\\nWho knew what virtue meant, and prized it in\\nhis home,\\nAnd while his passions were stilled, was never\\nknown to roam,\\nWho was reckoned chaste enough, by the letter\\nof the law,\\nBut a woman s heart was breaking rebellious\\ndemons saw\\nThe empty room in her heart, and filled it with\\nmurderous hate.\\nAnd I am her victim, and his, A strange un-\\ncommon fate\\nThank God if it were Tis enough if one\\nshould drain such a cup\\nBut a million more, God forbid, that more be\\noffered up,\\nWhile Belial s altar smokes with the blood of\\nbabes unborn,\\nAnd mothers with empty arms look cold and\\nrefuse to mourn\\n24", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE BASTARD OF OLD\\nSIR HUGHS.\\nCAN it be? How could ho, do it? How could\\nhe be so cruel\\nTo rob me and basely defraud me of man s\\nmost precious jewel\\nCan it be Is he father, or uncle Am I\\nbastard, or son\\nWhy did they set me thinking of where my life\\nbegun\\nIs it not gall enough to be orphaned twenty\\nyears,\\nThat they give me a father and mother, and a\\nshame too burning for tears\\nGive me my orphanage back Take away the\\nbrand of shame\\nGive me my dead to love, and not the living to\\nblame I\\n25", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nWho called me a bastard A Voice A mere\\nintangible thing\\nThat whispered an ugly guess at the mystery\\nwhence I spring\\nLet it pass None knows Who can read in\\nthe blank of a passionless face\\nThat deep in the heart are lurking suspicions of\\ndisgrace\\nI ll crush it I ll live it down I ll bury it all\\nso deep,\\nThat none but me can know of its awful hidden\\nsleep\\nI bury it Crush it Kill it A thing that\\ncan never die\\nWhile a hundred feel it and know it, other than\\nhe and I\\nShe knows it his victim my mother, and\\nothers all around.\\nFor twenty years is too short for all to be under\\nthe ground,\\nWho knew of the scandal then, and his lasci-\\nvious stealth.\\nBut winked and condoned it all, because of his\\ntitle and wealth.\\n26", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE BASTARD OF OLD SIR HUGHS.\\nAnd they ll pass me every day, and smile and\\nshake their head:\\nHe s the Bastard of old Sir Hughs, who wan-\\ndered before he was wed.\\nBut I rave It is all a lie, a cruel, hateful lie\\nBorn of a morbid fancy I ll conquer it bye\\nand bye\\nFor I had a mother once. I remember a warm\\nsweet face\\nThat bent above me and smiled, with a dear\\nunspeakable grace.\\nI remember a clear low voice, that crooned\\nsweet lullabies.\\nAnd I loved to lie and listen, with half-shut\\ndreaming eyes,\\nTill I fell asleep in her arms. Was it she that\\nbent above me,\\nMy mother, or only a nurse just hired with\\ngold to love me\\nI remember a time when they came, they tried\\nto take me away,\\nAnd I struggled and clung to her still, and\\nfought and kept them at bay\\n27", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nWith endless kicking and screaming, till I\\nheard a gruff voice say:\\nCome, woman, it s time to go Then she\\nwept and fainted away\\nAnd fell on the floor before him. The rest is\\nall a blur\\nI was hurried away to the North to the cold\\naway from her.\\nHow could they be hard to a mother Or if it\\nwas only a nurse,\\nA pest fall on his body, and on his soul my\\ncurse\\nAnd, my name is not Sir Hughs If he is my\\nuncle in sooth.\\nShe must have been his sister, for if he told me\\nthe truth,\\nHe himself is an only son of an old and blooded\\nrace.\\nThen why have not I, like his son, a fuli-blown\\nlusty face.\\nWith eyes like the English skies, and cheeks\\nlike the English rose.\\nAnd whiskers of amber ale that froths and\\nfoams as it flows\\n28", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE BASTARD OF OLD SIR HUGHS.\\nFor mine is an ample brow, and features ner-\\nvous and thin\\nNot a trace of English blood, by my glass, from\\nforehead to chin 1\\nHe loves me, he said to me once, because I ve\\nmy mother s face.\\nWhy should he love an olive skin and eyes of a\\nduskier race\\nGreat God Can it be Have I guessed it\\nthe horrible branding truth\\nHe told me of summers in Italy, of wild oats\\nsown in his youth.\\nHad he loved an Italian maid, or Alpine herds-\\nman s girl.\\nAnd fooled her with vows and pledges unmeet\\nfor the son of an earl\\nHad he left her at length to bear alone their\\nmutual blame.\\nAnd give me birth and suckle me into a life of\\nshame\\nO mother My blameless mother Whom too\\nmuch trust betrayed\\nTo the amorous touch of a brute, who would\\nnot be gainsaid\\n29", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nI loathe him, I hate him forever, with a bound-\\nless burning hate.\\nThat never on earth or in hell shall be glutted\\nor satiate\\nHate him Hate a father to whom with all his\\nfaults I owe\\nMy life and all I have been in the happy long\\nago?\\nFor I have been happy, at least, and could be\\nhappy still\\nIf a devilish voice could be muffled by strength\\nof human will.\\nFor mayhap he is what he says an uncle, and\\nnothing to me\\nBut the kindest soul among men But why this\\nsecrecy\\nWhy not tell me about my mother I am mad\\nwith longing to love her\\nIf dead, let me go and weep with my lips in the\\ndust above her\\nIf living, just God forgive if I wrongly curse\\nthe hand\\nThat tore me away from her, perchance in a\\nforeign land\\n30", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE BASTARD OF OLD SIR HUGHS.\\nclasp me again to thy heart, sweet mother,\\nand sing me to sleep\\n1 am tired of this hideous dream But it s long\\nsince I saw her weep,\\nAnd who knows where she is to-day De-\\nspised Adrift on the street\\nAnd touched with a loathsome pest, and foul\\nfrom her head to her feet\\nAnd driven to shame by him I d kill him if I\\nknew\\nSuch blood were coursing and tingling my arter-\\nies through and through\\nWhy am I not all to-day that the devils in hell\\ncould wish.\\nIf a double stream of lust had built this quiver-\\ning flesh\\nNay she was pure, at least Was pure God\\nrest her soul,\\nIf one false step in her youth left her body\\nstained and unwhole\\nGo and ask him Ask all I dare not. He d\\nshrug his shoulders and smile,\\nHe dare not own me the truth, though I guessed\\nit all the while.\\n31", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nAnd I d choose for one, to suffer the horror of\\ndoubtful blame\\nRather than face the blighting knowledge of\\ncertain shame\\nAnd whatever else may come, and whatever else\\nmay be,\\nAll the light and the joy of living is gone for-\\never from me\\nMP\\n32", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "VIRGINIUS.\\nTJ AVE I ever hated a man? Yes, once, in the\\ndays gone by,\\nI hated him hate him still, and shall until I\\ndie.\\nHis crime Not a crime at all There are\\nthings far worse than crimes\\nThat are done, untouched by the law, condoned\\nby the fledgling times\\nIs a murder, that ends a life, half as bad as the\\ndastardly deed\\nThat makes the soul writhe forever, the heart\\nincessantly bleed\\nIs assault with bludgeon or fist and the purple\\naching flesh.\\nThat will heal in a week or two, and be sound\\nand whole afresh,\\n33", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nHalf as hard to bear, as the thrust that wounds\\na sensitive soul\\nAnd leaves its poison to spread till its virus in-\\nflames the whole\\nIs theft of a purse half as bad as the theft of a\\nhope or a love\\nThat budded and bloomed as fair as the aspho-\\ndels fabled above\\nHe came with an oily tongue, and a manner so\\nwinning kind,\\nAnd an eye that worshipped me, and made me\\ntoo too blind,\\nTill the devilish deed was done. Could I for a\\nmoment dream\\nThat a thing so foul as he so gentle and fair\\nmight seem\\nBut his whitewashed face concealed the black-\\nness of his heart\\nTill the plague-spot rotted through, and be-\\ntrayed his hellish art,\\nBut the bloom was gone and her life was\\nblighted, a pure sweet child.\\nMy child, my only child, by an oily-tongued\\nvillain defiled,\\n34", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "VIRGINIUS.\\nToo young to guard herself, too old for the law s\\ndefense,\\nA fresh young partridge to him, just fatted to\\nplease his sense.\\nWhy didn t he kill her, and end forever her\\nblighted life\\nOr why did not I, a belated Virginius, give\\nher to wife\\nIn the land of shadows and ghosts to the skele-\\nton arms of Death\\nA kindlier fate than to live, with the withering\\npoisoned breath\\nOf social scandal upon her, a mark for lascivi-\\nous eyes,\\nThe talk of the town, till the next that falls an\\nunguarded prize\\nIn the confidence game of life, where honor is\\nall in all\\nIn a woman s lily soul, its loss the bitterest\\ngall,-\\nBut man, the superior brute, counts honor ser-\\nvility.\\nThe badge of a slavish soul ashamed or afraid\\nto be free.\\n35", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nDown with distinctions of sex Long live the\\nWoman, I say\\nAnd a knotted cord for the back of the brute\\nwho dares to lay\\nUnequal burdens on her One code, one brand\\nfor them both\\nLet him be shunned like the pest, his fellows all\\nbe loth\\nTo graze the sleeve of his coat Let the con-\\ndemnation fall\\nUpon the source of the woe, or, lovingly lift\\nthe pall\\nThat hangs o er his helpless victim Hold her\\nas white as him\\nHobnob with her, too, and forget, and fill Life s\\ncup to the brim,\\nAnd quaff it down Vivat Fill up her bar-\\nren years\\nWith a home, and love, and children, and wipe\\naway her tears\\nWith Society s silken kerchief. Alas, the brute\\nis alive\\nBeneath the washing of culture Let her go to\\nthe dive\\n36", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "VIRGINIUS.\\nNay, tny flesh Sweet and clean her soul and\\nbody shall be,\\nBut the world is not large enough to shelter\\nboth him and me\\nIf his shadow darkens my home, or his foot\\nshall seek my door,\\nI ll strike him down where he stands and pay\\nmy hatred s score.\\n37", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "THE\\nWEDDINQ ANNIVERSARY.\\nV\\nT^hey stood together in curtained gloom,\\nHusband and wife by the laws decree,\\nAlone in the face of a crushing doom,\\nAlone in the bitter agony\\nOf keeping the law, without a flaw,\\nThough the spirit of love go unfulfilled.\\nGuarding the vessel vv^ith pious awe\\nWhen the choicest wine of life is spilled.\\nDumb with an anguish they could not speak.\\nMute with a truth they dared not face,\\nHeart to heart, and cheek to cheek.\\nThey convulsively clung in a long embrace.\\nAs if the years could melt to tears,\\nAnd gush away to oblivion.\\nLeaving but love that doubts nor fears\\nAnd the troth they had plighted years agone.\\n38", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE WEDDING ANNIVERSARY.\\nUphold me, I faint The fated word\\nBurst from her lips. The woe suppressed\\nOf her choking voice, his bosom stirred\\nClasp me close, ay close to thy throbbing\\nbreast\\nMy heart is bleeding, my soul is pleading.\\nFor words that were spoken so often of yore.\\nMy life in its passionate interceding\\nUnheard is witherins: evermore\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2t3\\nThey said, thou art false, thou art hollow and\\ncold.\\nThou lovest me not, thou art weary of me.\\nI heard when their slanderous tongues grew bold.\\nThey were false and cruel. I trusted thee.\\nBut I never knew, for thy words were few\\nAnd thy brow grew dark when I came to thee,\\nIf deep in its cold thy heart beat true\\nAnd cherished its old sweet dreams of me.\\n39", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nAnd I wept in silence and all alone,\\nAlone and unmarked for thy sweet sake,\\nFor thou wert mute and sadder grown,\\nI wept at their lies till my heart would break.\\nOh Love, give me my love I ask but for love\\nI am dying of doubt, dying, dying each day,\\nFor a word, for a look, that like rain from above\\nCould make my poor withered heart blossom\\nfor aye\\nThou wert gone from our home so oft, so long,\\nThou wert colder and sadder at each return\\nTill I yearned, God forgive, if the wish was\\nwrong\\nAs only a mother s heart can yearn.\\nFor our one dead child with its eyes that smiled,\\nTo come from its lily-nestled rest\\nAnd soothe my heart with its presence mild\\nAnd cool with its lips my burning breast\\n40", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE WEDDING ANNIVERSARY.\\nThen I thought in my soul for dull pain warps\\nThe soul s clear sight with its cheating glass\\nTwere better to be a cold cold corpse\\nAnd slumber beneath the quiet grass,\\nIn my darling s bed, with a stone at my head\\nTo guard forever our dreamless sleep,\\nAnd I almost envied the peaceful dead,\\nAt rest, and never again to weep\\nMy heart, though crushed, at first was loth\\nTo dream of a life apart from thee;\\nBut hath God sworn with a mighty oath.\\nThat Law is stronger than Destiny\\nMust our marriage vow be held sacred now\\nWhen it curses two lives and blesses none\\nMust we bear on pinched cheek and brow\\nThe blight of the ten dead years that are\\ngone\\n41", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nLook on yon half-veiled portrait See\\nThe tender eyes are so full of bliss.\\nShe is dreaming still ay dreaming of thee,\\nOf a murmured pledge, and one lingering kiss\\nThen look on my tear-sunken eye\\nOh God, had we never loved and wed 1\\nLet us crush forever this formal lie.\\nAnd part I would that I were dead\\nHer weak arms slipped from his close embrace\\nHe pillowed her head on his trembling knee\\nHis tears fell hot on her upturned face\\nAnd his white lips quivered in agony\\nThey slandered thee, as they slandered me 1\\nThey were hellish lies but they burned in my\\nbrain\\nO God, forgive I have murdered thee\\nAnd he kissed her pale cold lips again\\n42", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE TUNKER MAIDEN.\\nA MEMORIAL PIECE.\\nTJ ANG on the wreath\\nWind the old battle-flag round his tomb,\\nIts torn folds sweeping his grave,\\nFor underneath\\nSleeps one of the brave\\nWhite roses droop o er his hallowed dust,\\nFrom their dev;y lips exhaling perfume,\\nWhile the late May vvdnds in frolic blow.\\nAnd scatter their petals like flakes of snow\\nAt every fitful gust.\\n43", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nII\\nO sacred Memorial Day\\nWhen the Nation remembers her dead\\nO holy tribute the loyal pay\\nOf love and tears for the blood they shed\\nLet the cannon boom\\nWhile the gray old heroes come\\nMustering to the rolling drum\\nMake room Make room\\nFor the gallant column marching down\\nOut of the town\\nTo salute the dead\\nLet the prayer be said,\\nAnd the farewell gun\\nBe shot o er each comrade s grave\\nThe crowd is gone. The rites are done.\\nAll honor to the brave I\\n44", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE TUNKER MAIDEN.\\nIll\\nHang on the wreath\\nWind the torn battle-flag round his tomb\\nFor underneath\\nSleeps the dust of the brave\\nLost in earth s sepulchral gloom,\\nHe rests alone,\\nUnmarked and unknown,\\nAnd no martial pageant shall honor his grave,\\nFor the gay young world remembers not,\\nAnd his grizzled comrades forget the spot.\\nBut the sun shall fail.\\nAnd the moon wax pale,\\nAnd the stars of night in darkness set,\\nEre the Tunker maiden s heart forget.\\n45", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nIV\\nHang on the wreath\\nWind the stained battle-flag round his tomb,\\nIts torn folds sweeping his grave\\nFor its stains are red\\nWith the blood of the dead\\nThat sleep the sleep of the brave\\nThrough thee alone and thy sweet faith,\\nFair maid of the loyal heart,\\nHath he his part\\nIn the drum s glad beat and the cannon s boom\\nAy Bury thy head in the long grave grass,\\nWhile the dead dead years in memory pass\\n46", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE TUNKER MAIDEN.\\nBrave hearts and true, all hail\\nBlood and treasure\\nWithout measure\\nFlow around their country s altar,\\nThey, the true hearts, never falter.\\nHail, all hail\\nColumbia s matchless womanhood\\nNever enemy withstood\\nSuch a banded sisterhood\\nFor their cheers and tears, through the bitter\\nyears,\\nWhile the flag was rent in twain.\\nLove-lighted the gory path of glory,\\nTill the flag was one again\\n47", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nVI\\nAnd thou, sweet maiden, royal hearted,\\nWhen thy gallant love departed.\\nAll thy hopes save one were blighted.\\nTwas the day your hearts were plighted\\nThat the shot from Sumter frighted\\nAll the slumbering North awake.\\nAll thy peaceful Elders spake\\nWords of patience and endurance,\\nWith a calm and high assurance\\nThat Almighty God doth rule.\\nThat his ways are dark and hidden,\\nAnd to question is forbidden\\nTo the children of Christ s school.\\nPlain gray-bearded nonconformers\\nCounseled peace, and counseled quiet\\nAbstinence from war s loud riot.\\nStern descendents of reformers\\nPrayed for mercy, prayed for peace.\\nWhen Satan raged in war s increase,\\nThey thought upon their herds and flocks,\\n48", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE TUNKER MAIDEN.\\nShook their Nazaritic locks,\\nAnd remained at home, secure,\\nAnd kept their robes unworldly pure.\\nBut one sweet maiden, loyal-hearted,\\nWhen the shot from Sumter boomed,\\nHeard the voice of God, and started,\\nFor she felt her country doomed.\\nAnd a pleading bondman s moan\\nGrew a deathless undertone\\nTo the cannon s bursting thunder\\nThat rent the Union flag asunder.\\nPray for peace, O reverend Fathers\\nWeep and wonder, pitying Mothers\\nWhile the Nation swiftly gathers\\nPrecious gifts of blood from others\\nBut if we pray for peace, we ll fight for t.\\nAnd strive with sturdy right arm s might for t,\\nAnd spill our heart s blood with delight for t,\\nAnd God will stand upon our right for t,\\nAnd bless our loyal brothers\\n49", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nVII\\nHang on the wreath\\nWind the old battle-flag round his tomb\\nFor underneath,\\nWrapped in hallowed earth s embraces,\\nHe sleeps till the day of doom\\nHe alone of that godly few\\nThe voice of his clear-souled sibyl knew,\\nDoffed his coat of somber hue,\\nAnd donned the Union s patriot blue.\\nAnd, taking thy god speed full of kisses,\\nWent to pray with his armed right hand\\nFor the righteous cause of his bleeding land.\\nThee for thy daring words they thrust\\nOut of the church, like a worm of the dust,\\nOf worldly pride and striving full,\\nRebellious gainst Christ s gentle rule,\\nMisled, misleading God s own elect.\\nAnathema, maranatha\\n5^", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE TUNKER MAIDEN.\\nVIII\\nHang on the wreath\\nWind the torn battle-flag round his tomb\\nFor underneath\\nSleep the hopes of thirty years.\\nOthers have garnered the harvest of tears\\nThat were sown by thee so long ago\\nIn the days of the Nation s doom\\nAy Bury thy head in the long grave grass,\\nWhile the dead dead years in memory pass,\\nAnd a flurry of scented snow\\nFalls on thy silvered locks below\\nClasp him again in thy arms as of yore,\\nWhen, wounded and dying, he came from\\nthe war.\\nNurse him patiently now as then.\\nKiss him tenderly. Tell him again\\nHow nobly he fought and how brave.\\nAnd bless the blood that he gladly gave,\\nThat the flag might be one that was rent in\\ntwain.\\nAy Weep as his tired eye-lids close\\nBut the God of nations knows\\nThine was the greater sacrifice.\\nThou hast paid the richer price\\nFor the victory over his foes\\n51", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nIX\\nO sacred Memorial Day\\nWhen the Nation remembers her dead\\nO holy tribute the loyal pay\\nOf love and tears for the blood they shed\\nLet the cannon boom\\nWhile the gray old heroes come\\nMustering to the rolling drum\\nMake room Make room\\nFor the gallant column marching down\\nOut of the town\\nTo salute the dead\\nLet the prayer be said,\\nAnd the farewell gun\\nBe shot o er each comrade s grave\\nFarewell Farewell The rites are done\\nSleep on, Immortal Band, sleep on,\\nInto the morrow s golden dawn\\nShout for the joy of it, shout,\\nYe for whom the battle was won\\nRing, glad bells, ring merrily out,\\nYe that knoUed when the red blood run\\n52", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE TUNKER MAIDEN,\\nHuzza Huzza Huzza\\nAll honor to the brave\\nBut hail, all hail, to the Womanhood\\nThat back of our gallant army stood\\nWhose cheers and tears, through the bitter\\nyears.\\nWhile the flag was rent in twain,\\nLove-lighted the gory path of glory,\\nTill the flag was one again\\n3\u00c2\u00ae\\n53", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nTHE POET S PROTHALAMION\\nSWEET Love, my bride and v/ife to be, come\\nthou\\nAnd nestle on my heart, for I would give\\nOne half this world, were all its treasures mine,\\nTo hold thee in my empty arms once more.\\nAnd I would give it all, though richer far\\nThan a world of worlds, to kiss thee on the lips\\nWith burning, lingering kisses, till my soul\\nGrew satisfied, and I would pawn my heart\\nStill throbbing with its young delirious life,\\n54", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE poet s PROTHALAMION.\\nNor hold my very soul too dear a price\\nFor one embrace or one touch of these lips\\nOn thy white unveiled bosom Come, my Love,\\nMy Paragon of women, my heart s Queen,\\nAnd Queen of home to be, life s dial points\\nTo where the dewy morning greets the noon\\nToo soon our morn will be the afternoon\\nStay not too long, but come ere the dew is gone\\nWe ll wander hand in hand adown this world\\nAnd find somewhere among the haunts of men\\nA cosy bit of Eden, blooming still\\nFor thee and me Come with thy household ways\\nAnd dear domestic skill, and at thy touch\\n55", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nSome ivy-clambered lodge among the trees,\\nOr narrow cottage on a nameless street\\nWere home Stay not within thy father s house\\nTo close his eyes into their latest sleep,\\nThough he hath loved thee dearer than his life\\nStay not to cheer thy mother s faltering age,\\nThough her heart break to let thee go, but come\\nNew duty calls thee into larger life\\nDear lips that cannot speak are pleading,come I\\nFulfill my manhood Slip the leash of fate.\\nAnd rise to the full glory of womanhood\\nDost linger still My soul is crushed with pain.\\nI need thee. O sustain me languishing\\nIn this unquenched thirst for life and love!\\nS6", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE POET S PROTHALAMION.\\nWake not despair Fulfill thy plighted troth\\nCouldst thou forget Or dreamest thou that love\\nIs dearer in the bloom than in the gold\\nOf harvest Come into the twilight, down\\nAmong the thick-set pines and cedar-clumps,\\nAnd I will pluck a twig, and whisper low\\nIts deathless message sweet I live for thee\\nAnd thou wilt lay its fadeless leaves among\\nThe folds of drapery soft, nearest thy heart,\\nAnd thank me with a look that would repay\\nThe toil of an archangel. Here, alone,\\nImparadised, and lip to lip, none near\\nSave God to hear me at confessional,\\nI ll tell thee all my love, and thy chaste ear\\nWill love the tale, and hold it fair and pure\\nAs that white lily that once lay, at eve,\\nLike baby lips about the areole\\nOf each white breast, when thou didst dream\\nof lips\\nThat yet should be, and thou didst breathe a\\nprayer\\n57", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nThat brake in twain the alabaster-box\\nOf womanhood, that all the night grew sweet\\nWith scent of spikenard and rich attar of rose.\\nPerchance in Passion s aura subtly held,\\nAs in sweet incense, thou wilt feel once more\\nLove s warm compulsion unto higher things\\nAnd come\\nI know not when our love begun.\\nI only know we met beside the sea,\\nIn that vast wilderness of stone, whose piles\\nBehold the lordly Hudson, where his waves\\nMake young the hoar Atlantic and upbear\\nIn conscious pride the navies of the world,\\nNot pleasure-seekers bent on killing time,\\nBreasting the surf, or idling on the beach.\\nNor bent on conquest, thou, nor vain display,\\nNor I on shekels most ignobly got\\nBy wedging ten gaunt fingers in between\\nThe toiler and the eater for the tithes\\n58", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "THE poet s PROTHALAMION.\\nUnearned, that honest toil is doomed to pay\\nThe priests of Pluto for their idle keep.\\nFour study walls immured us from the world,\\nThree tiresome flights of steps above the din\\nAnd ceaseless thunder of the granite streets,\\nTo learned seclusion, where old Nestor spake,\\nOur Nestor, quiet else save that anon\\nThe chime of Grace church, standing near,\\nstole through\\nThe open casement. Equal thirst for truth\\nLed us to one clear fount. We sought a world\\nWithin the phantom chambers of the brain,\\nA language sculptured on the plastic face.\\nWe spake then, first, I felt that I had swung\\nAcross the orbit of some fair new star\\nThat drew me with compulsion after her\\nTo girdle her afar with awed delight.\\nWe spake again of Avon s deathless bard,\\nOf Schiller, the beloved Idealist,\\nOf Milton s mighty music, and the steep\\nWild journey of the exiled Florentine,\\n59", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nOf him who sung of Arthur and his court,\\nOf him who told Acadia s exodus\\nIn sweetest verse, of Weimar s eldest bard,\\nImmortal Goethe-Faust, and many more\\nOf humbler strain, but fresh from the World-\\nheart,\\nAnd Art drew all my orbit unto thee.\\nAgain we spake and chance or, haply, Fate,\\nDrave me to tear aside from the dead years\\nTheir veil, and thou didst see my panting soul\\nBeating its wings against the mortal bars\\nOf narrow circumstance, with generous aims.\\nBut bruised and beaten back at every flight.\\nAnd thou wart gentle as one knowing pain\\nThe pain of endless climbing, endless fall.\\nAt length the low sweet music of thy voice\\nBrake through the discord, and my wounds were\\nhealed.\\n60", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE poet s PROTHALAMION.\\nThou gavest a talisman a card and verse\\nA trifle, but the world s a trifle too\\nA flag and chart to guide thy daring craft\\nAcross Life s stormy sea. And then I knew\\nNot pity, pity is for the weak and blind,\\nBut sympathy, magnanimous and kind.\\nThou wert mine angel in a time of need.\\nThus, day by day, in sweet communion, fled\\nThe dancing Hours adown their endless cycles.\\nFrom dawn to dusk, from dusk to radiant dawn,\\nFrom silent greetings unto low adieus.\\nFrom sad adieus to early greetings glad.\\nAnd yet we dreamed not that our lives were\\npaired.\\nLike double stars, for an eternal flight.\\n6i", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nBut once, by haunting memories impelled\\nOf one false maid or fickle lass, perchance,\\nYouth makes a mighty grief of slender stuff,\\nI said so bitterly I lost all faith\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI know not whither tended all my thought.\\nI saw thy look of infinite pain, and read\\nThy questioning eyes, but answered not. Next\\nmorn,\\nThy pain found speech, and plead with earnest\\nlips\\nAnd face aglow, for faith in woman s love\\nAnd trust in woman s truth, though one were\\nfalse.\\nAnd, looking on thy tender pleading lips.\\nAnd searching all thy soul in thy clear eyes,\\nHow bright, how near they beam, dear Heart,\\nfor mine\\nDo mirror all their tears and smiles in thine.\\nAnd see the laughing cherubim, who stand,\\n62", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE POET S PROTHALAMION.\\nAs in two gates of Eden to defend\\nOur love from rude intrusion I had sworn\\nThou wert the noblest of all womankind,\\nThe gentlest truest woman of the world.\\nI cast mine eyes down, smitten with quick shame.\\nAnd uttered broken words of faith new-born,\\nOf trust rewakened from deep lethargy,\\nAnd all thy pain grew into radiance.\\nI felt like some despairing soul that clutched\\nThe stole of its good angel, and so climbed\\nTo Heaven s portals. On that day of days.\\nNo mild-eyed saint at her Marienbild,\\nNo votary of the blessed burning heart,\\nLearned sweeter reverence than I who stood\\nO erwhelmed by the eternal womanhood\\nThat trembled on thy speaking lips, and glowed\\nIn thy lithe form embodied eloquence.\\n63", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nFrom that hour unto this thou wert to me\\nA world a hope Thou art my world. With thee\\nIs life and love, though all were dead beside.\\nWithout thee, all were dead and cold and drear.\\nLay thy right hand upon my brow What warmth\\nElectric Heaven grant it ne er grow cold\\nSo cold and lie across thy cold white breast.\\nClasping a lily v/hite, to mock my soul\\nWith resurrection hopes, for hope is none\\nWith my White Lily withered One warm kiss,\\nOne touch of thy soft hand on cheek and brow\\nIs more than all my dreamland interests\\nOne look of thy confiding eyes in mine\\nIs dearer than a thousand memories\\nThat linger in the chambers of the dead\\n64", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE poet s PROTHALAMION.\\nThe Hours danced on, and, arm in arm, the\\nGraces,\\nThe sacred Nine, and latest born of Zeus,\\nAll-searching Science hundred-eyed, and Mirth,\\nAnd all the nymphs of sunlight, wave and storm\\nAnd autumn hills, and the stern Sisters Three,\\nWove magic circles narrowing round our steps.\\nAnd when of all the Hours the saddest came,\\nShe found us lovers Then, Aufwiedersehen\\nWe could not wholly part. With kindred aims.\\nArt-conquered to one love of beauty, bound\\nBy sympathy that touched life s deepest chords,\\nEach trusting each and reverencing each, o er\\nsuch\\nOne Hour alone hath power, life s Tyrant grim.\\nDost thou remember the wee note that beg-\\nged,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIf naught with thee or thine should tell me nay,\\nTo know thee longer though so far away\\n65", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nThe pen dared name thee gentlest, truest, best,\\nEre yet my lips dared tell thee face to face\\nHard on an hour of banqueting and mirth\\nOur parting came. Down by the sounding sea,\\nWe watched the silent ships that o er the wave\\nMust bear thee soon to old New England s snows,\\nAnd thought how many leagues of land and sea\\nMust drift between us ere the morrow eve.\\nWe talked of home, and long-gone happenings.\\nAnd sunny Southland travels, spake aught else\\nSave what the heart was full of. Idle v/ords\\nFor Fate is Fate Saidst thou indeed farewell\\nOr was it silence trembling Ah, farewell\\nA lingering hand-clasp and, in truth, farewell\\nThen homeward bound beneath the evening\\nstar\\nThat westward, ever westward fled Ah, me\\nI had no home The mighty instinct woke\\n66", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE POET S PROTHALAMION.\\nThat drives the full-fledged nestling from his\\ndown,\\nAnd fills his throbbing throat with love-calls loud.\\nA stranger, I returned to that loved spot\\nThat once was home. Yet, though I sat at ease\\nIn shady haunts well-loved of earlier years,\\nMy heart was restless still, and yearned for\\nhome,\\nA vision of quiet Paradise with thee,\\nThat dimmed all nearer joys with roseate hues.\\nLove grows by silence swifter than by speech,\\nAnd oft at dead of night, I whispered soft,\\nSo soft that only mine own soul could hear\\nI love thee. Once, a vision white, thou earnest,\\nA Dream-Hypatia with hair unbound\\nAnd white arms bare, that drew me gently down\\nAnd set dream kisses on my sleeping lips\\n67", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nThat thence grew strong to tell thee my young\\nlove.\\nI ll win thee, love thee, live for thee, I said\\nAnd thy heart answered sweetly Wait and\\nhope\\nA fountain in the desert, fed afar\\nIn sun-kisst ice or storm-drenched highland\\nplains.\\nOnce burst from subterranean caverns deep,\\nWells forth perennial in the waste of sand,\\nAnd builds from dearth an oasis of palm,\\nA smile of God, a kiss of Heaven, set\\nOn fevered lips that thirsted unto death.\\nAnd such is love, fed from the heights of Being,\\nThe hidden currents flowing leagues beneath\\nA waste of life, when lo it gushes forth.\\nAnd all the waste blooms into garden Thus\\nAt the sweet words that half confessed thy love,\\nMy soul became a Garden of the Gods,\\nWhere no base thing could enter in, or dwell.\\n68", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE POET S PROTHALAMION.\\nBut life is earnest And far be it from us\\nTo build on sentiment alone the hope\\nOf happy golden weddings and the shout\\nOf children s children in our ample halls\\nA dearer thing than passion and more strong\\nIs love, not that blind groping thing that grasps\\nThe wheel of Fate, content with idle chance,\\nBut Love, the Argos-eyed, that sees and knows\\nLife s Inwardness, nor cheats itself with dreams\\nOf swan-white necks, and languishing sweet eyes\\nAnd fadeless cheeks, and sculptured brows of\\nsnow,\\nAnd faultless breasts that quiver at each step\\nIn the gay dance, and finger-tips that run,\\nBejeweled, lightly o er the sounding keys.\\n69", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nFeeling is life, and love is life intense,\\nBut feeling is sharp pain, and love a burning,\\nThat wastes and withers life itself to ash.\\nWhen blindly kindled and all uncontrolled.\\nTherefore we tore the bandage from Love s eyes.\\nAnd gave him Reason for a faithful guide.\\nAnd laid our hearts bare to his searching orbs,\\nYea, tore aside the veil from inmost soul,\\nThat no dark fold might prison secret night.\\nLet others build on ever-shifting sands\\nV/e chose to build Life s during pyramid\\nDeep-based in rock Let others hotly chase\\nLove s phantom in the dusk of young romance,\\nBut live to find the real cold and dead,\\nA long repenting in the halting years,\\nA bitter weeping in night-silences,\\nOr slow decay of noble humanhood\\nThat half besots the soul to low content\\nWith passion s burning but ephemeral joys.\\n70", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE POET S PROTHALAMION.\\nWe chose to make Life s bridals chaste and calm,\\nWhere each might look in other s eyes and say\\nI know thee wholly and without reserve.\\nRomance is gone at sixty, but staid love\\nIs not unmeet for younger blood. The dross\\nBurns out in Life s hot crucible, and leaves\\nThe fieckless gold. Why not the gold at first\\nTwelve happy moons bore love s swift\\nmessages,\\nExchanging thoughts, we called it laughingly,\\nOr, bartering weeds from country hillsides steep\\nFor flowers of city growth. And thus we ranged\\nO er every field, rejoiced at every step,\\nTo find our thoughts and lives at one, attuned\\nIn fixed habit to sweet harmony.\\n71", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nNo heavenward-pointing spires, nor Sabbath-\\nchimes\\nNeed crush to silence or awaken strife.\\nNo priest to shrive, no pastor nice to teach\\nThe way to heaven needed we who heard\\nThe voice of the Indweller, and had stood\\nBeneath the stars together. Nor could aught\\nOf state or statesmanship with party gall\\nEmbitter Life s full cup, nor shame our pride\\nIn the Republic s azure-fielded flag\\nWhose bars of morning herald the new day\\nOf Liberty, even then when woman s hand\\nGrasps to the wheel, as sure it must and will.\\nWhen earth rolls onward into perfect day.\\nNor could the tinsel and regalia\\nOf secret orders shut within our hearts\\nOne thought, one deed, one joy, we dared not\\nshare.\\nNor could ambition tear our lives asunder.\\nNor knowledge, nor blue blood, nor lands, nor\\ngold,\\n72", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE poet s PRQTHALAMION.\\nNor honors won, nor aught that blights the most,\\nAnd makes the marriage-vow a mockery.\\nSo like, we marveled how two souls could be\\nSo like, and ever growing liker, yet unlike.\\nEach complementing each, and both, full-\\nsummed,\\nThe perfect being\\nWhen, at length, we met,\\nAnd autumn leaves were falling, and the hearth\\nRoared cheery to the sighing winds outside.\\nAnd the long evenings lulled the earth to rest,\\nAnd hours ran swift away in golden sands,\\nFate turned her glass. We sat together glad.\\nThou badst me wait and hope. Canst tell me\\nmore\\nI hoped and waited. Is it long enough\\n73", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nI said. I looked, and thy lips trembled sweet\\nYea, long enough Thy right hand stretched\\nto me.\\nI clasped it. Our lips met. I held thee close\\nTo my wild throbbing heart Till Death us\\npart\\nThis was the soul s true nuptials, all alone\\nWith God for witness.\\nSince when we have known\\nNo law but Love s, and thy soul s purity,\\nThat lifts mine own to ever newer heights,\\nInterprets it Whate er is pure and good,\\nThat makes love richer nor abates nor mars\\nOur chaste Ideal, shall be free as air\\nFor thee and me. Yet happy he for whom\\nThe tarrying Hours withold the marriage morn\\nA while, not all too long till the tired heart\\nGrow sick with waiting, for Love s law is\\nchaste,\\n74", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE POETS PROTHALAMION.\\nNot the sweet anarchy of passion freed,\\nNor license bitter-sweet, and self-avenging.\\nAnd stronger than our helmed Themis dreamed\\nWhen founding states. Ay, happy he for whom\\nLove s daily discipline of self-denial\\nGrows sweet, ere Themis leads the blushing bride\\nInto the nuptial chamber, and stands guard\\nWith her drawn sword o er wedded privacy\\nThrice happy he who bides his season well,\\nNor hopes for violets in December s flaw.\\nAnd apples in the snow of orchard-blooms\\nLove hastes not, but unfolds her loveliness,\\nA modest rose that hides her virgin heart\\nIn tangled frets of emerald moss, till wooed\\nBy the dewy breath and kiss of morning. Thus,\\nEre we had learned her thousand dear delights,\\nFate tore us far asunder.\\nThen fair dreams,\\nHope-winged and gracious, hovered nightly o er\\nOur distant couches, or, delighted, trooped\\nFrom room to room, with dreamland effluence\\n75", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nFlooding the day. When snow lay on the roof,\\nAnd in the Dovecote s haunted chamber roared\\nThe hearth-stone wide, and ample comfort\\ngleamed\\nOn wall and ceiling, earnest thou to me\\nFamiliar sweet. And once the vision plead.\\nAll clinging lip to lip, with tender sighs.\\nTo prove me woman s love, and ease the pain\\nOf pent-up passion, yet did quickly turn\\nAll sad away and weeping make complaint\\nAh, me This heart is sealed Break thou the\\nseals,\\nAnd bid its living waters flow to thee\\nI cannot love thee. Love, till thou love me\\nFell Eden s fruitage down before thy feet,\\nTwere little prized The winning makes it\\nsweet!\\nAnd, when I clasped thee in my passionate arms\\n76", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE poet s PROTHALAMION.\\nAs sweet Francesca with immortal love\\nClung to her lover in the dusks of Hell\\nWhen storm-swift shrieking blasts tormenting\\ndrave\\nThe guilty shades athwart the dark abyss,\\nThey fell deceived and empty on my breast\\nAnd I awoke. And thus from dream to dream\\nWith endless yearning fled the desolate hours,\\nTill thou and I were dreams, I thine, thou\\nmine,\\nThou wert the block of Parian marble white,\\nMy love, the sculptor. I did dream thee fair,\\nAnd thou art fair, not like a sculptor s dream\\nWith fixed eyes and bosom motionless,\\nA faultless frozen grace, but Love s rich dream\\nWhere every look and every pose is fair,\\nAnd all is life and soul and eloquence.\\n77", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nWhen next we met, the strawberries kissed\\nour lips\\nWith fragrant greeting, and the changeful May\\nWas slipping into June, and our young lives\\nWere slipping into June the month of roses\\nWhat wonder then, if roses burst to bloom\\nImperishable as memory and fair\\nAs a child s soul\\nThe choicest rose that bloomed,\\nWas love not love of self nor love of each,\\nBut love of one not each^ but all of both\\nLove s soul embodied into tendrils weak\\nTo cling with helpless wants about our lives.\\nAnd link them with the touch of baby lips\\nA sweet wild rose that clambered o er our lives\\nWith warm profusion in the dew of June,\\nHer leaves pearl-treasured, and her chalices\\nPale pink with beaded gossamers festooned,\\nIn innocent boldness peeping forth at will,\\n78", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE POET S PROTHALAMION.\\nGod-honoring and not ashamed of Nature,\\nNor envying hot-house queens whose double\\nhearts,\\nA splendid sepulcher, enfold no fruit.\\nThrough long day-dreaming fair familiar\\ngrown,\\nThe Mother-Heart found voice, and thou didst\\nhold\\nMy head upon thy breast all tenderly\\nSome day a child shall nestle where thou liest\\nAnd feel mine arm s sustaining warm as thou\\nI looked with questioning joy to thee Our\\nchild\\nYea, thine and mine, for I have loved it long\\nMay He whose dearest name is Love, fulfill\\nThese dreams Tis long since then, and yet we\\ndream\\nThe same dear dreams, and talk of days to come\\n79", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nWhen suitors bashful come to woo our girls\\nAnd our own eldest brings his chosen bride\\nFor welcome, or yet later full of pride\\nBrings home a sunny child all coos and smiles,\\nAnd laugh that lovers whose far marriage morn\\nStill sleeps unmarked in Time s unemptied urn\\nShould talk of children s children and gray hairs.\\nYet still may He fulfill, who love ordained.\\nThese later dreams, for love is infinite\\nAnd lives in one the future and the past,\\nA triune omnipresent fulness Life.\\nI laid my hand upon its resting-place\\nAs now no purer touch was his that spake\\nForbid them not andblessedeach innocent\\nI breathed a burning prayer such prayers do\\nmake\\n80", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE poet s PROTHALAMION.\\nHeaven s harmony where words are none, but\\nsoul\\nIs large with thankfulness that begs no boon,\\nBut overflows with a diviner sense\\nOf life s sufficiency the soul s content.\\nAnd then I spake God helping thee and me,\\nThy child shall be as pure as heaven s breath\\nOn our chaste brows, not gotten in amorous play\\nOf oft-repeated lust, a child of chance.\\nChance loved, chance hated, oft fore-doomed\\nto death,\\nOr hateful vice more terrible than death,\\nThe helpless victim of a mighty sin\\nThat hides its loathesomeness in robes of law\\nNor shalt thou be a slave to my swift wish\\nGod maketh thee, not me, thine arbiter.\\nThou lovest me tis all my soul dare ask\\n8i", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "Social tragedies.\\nAnd thou shalt be a virgin still, though wife,\\nTill thine own heart shall plead for motherhood\\nAnd thou wert glad. A new strange light beamed\\nforth\\nFrom thy rich eyes. That ghastly shadow fled\\nThat frights a noble woman s soul whene er\\nShe dreams of marriage, lest the altar be\\nBelial s and not Hymen s. May it be\\nGod helping us thou saidst I thank thee\\nmuch\\nBut sweetest thanks were tears wept silently.\\nAfter long pause O thou who lovest much.\\nOne boon I ask. This hand whose touch I love,\\nWhose touch is love, O pledge me that it ne er\\nShall strike the tender flesh of that sweet child\\nA word a look and thou didst lift my hand\\nTo thy warm lips and cover it with kisses.\\n82", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE poet s PROTHALAMION.\\nThen, good night A kiss on finger-tips\\nA white hand wafted in the dark good night\\nHow like a drear November day hath been\\nOur life A gleam of sun through azure rifts\\nDrunk in by frosted leaves that huddled close\\nTo windward of thick hedges, and in beds\\nOf purling brooks, and then dull lead for hours\\nWhen next we bade good-morrow and were\\nglad,\\nMid-summer s sun was ushering in the day,\\nAnd dull blue lay the far-off woods scarce seen\\nAthwart the quivering atmosphere that burned\\nThe brittle stubble of broad harvest fields\\nAnd rolled the banners of the tasseled corn\\nAnd made an oven of the cracking soil.\\nWe fled to the cool margin of the Lake\\nAnd the White City for a sennight s rest\\nIn that world s Dream of dreams the home of\\nArt.\\n83", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nWe stood on the beach at eve and watched\\nthe waves\\nCome fawning o er the sand to lick our feet,\\nBut all the while our thoughts went sailing on\\nAcross the waters till their dark green verge\\nBounded the blue of heaven. Twas Life s sea\\nWe traversed purple-flecked with shadows swift,\\nPale green with spots of sun, or white with crests,\\nTill her far marge met the eternal blue,\\nAnd we forgot the creeping waves. At morn\\nUpon the Lake s calm bosom rippleless\\nWe rode, and saw afar the wonderland\\nWhose softened splendors rose above the waves\\nAnd hung beneath the waves a double East\\nOutrivaling the East alas that flame\\nDevoured her mighty pillared gate Spread out\\nBefore us lay Man s world, behind us Nature,\\nAnd both our home. We entered the grand\\nCourt,\\n84", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE poet s PROTHALAMION.\\nWe saw, we heard, no words can utter what,\\nWe breathed in life and beauty with each breath.\\nNor asked of whence nor whither. A whole\\nworld\\nHad heaped her choicest treasures richly here\\nTill the stunned senses ached with eager seeing\\nBut whether resting in rose gardens cool.\\nOr wandering mid palms and orchids rare,\\nOr tasting luscious fruits from the Golden Gate,\\nOr listening music by the broad lagoon\\nWhere the bold fountain triton-like arose.\\nOr watching Spanish sailors tanned and brown\\nReel on the deck of Santa Maria,\\nOr conning La Rabida s wonders old,\\nOr loitering amid the dust and mould\\nOf ancient sepulchers with skulls and bones,\\nArchaic pottery and carved stones,\\n8s", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nAnd curious bronzes with the dead entombed\\nAnd after mouldering centuries exhumed,\\nOr gazing on some giant masterpiece,\\nBust or sarcophagus, or statue scarred.\\nCathedral altar, or restored facade,\\nOr bronze Augustus or Minerva helmed,\\nOr wild Bacchante nude with streaming hair,\\nOr lingering with mute wonder nigh to tears\\nBefore some canvas where the master s brush\\nMade suffering immortal, or portrayed\\nThe universal heart-throbs of the race\\nAll bound us closer, for two souls are knit\\nBy thought s community. Daily we learned\\nIn thousand linked experiences one truth,\\nTo give is blest and to receive is blest.\\nBut doubly blest is sharing\\nSoul of Love,\\nThy name is sharing One wild strawberry\\nshared\\nIs richer than a lap-full eaten lone.\\nWith no loved lips to grace the ruddy feast,\\n86", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE POET S PROTHALAMION.\\nAnd water quaffed from hands that dipped it up\\nFrom gurgling wayside springs for love s sweet\\nsake\\nIs cooler to parched lips than unshared ices\\nThough pure Olympian nectar sparkled there\\nAye when Self waxes Love must slowly wane,\\nAnd where Love enters Self is quickly slain.\\nLove watcheth ever, and my sentinel eyes\\nWould never lose thee though we wandered wide\\nAdown the sculptured aisles of Italy\\nOr in and out the booths of La belle France.\\nI caught the shimmer of delighted eyes\\nAcross Carrara marbles that did seem\\nTransparent breathing warm. I caught the gleam\\nOf dark hair floating by green Latian bronzes.\\nI saw thee pass the Flowery Kingdom s quaint\\nAnd strange monotony of urn and vase.\\nI watched thee glide among cold Russia s furs\\nOr gaze on costumings of fabric rare\\nFrom Britain s restless hundred-handed looms.\\nI watched thee winding in and out where er\\n87", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nThy eager fancy led in palaces\\nWhere art had wedded comfort and displayed\\nHer nuptial gifts and gorgeous dowery,\\nWhen once, half startled, thinking thyself lost,\\nThine eyes sought me. Lo I was watching\\nnear,\\nNot with cold spying eyes, but tender glad.\\nAs if their orbs had power to guide and guard.\\nThen wert thou safe indeed Though wandering\\nfar\\nThou couldst not drift beyond my faithful eyes\\nAt length grown weary with the endless maze,\\nWhen night had lulled the city s mighty heart.\\nWe wandered down her quiet avenues,\\nAnd here and there on porticoes and steps\\nSat seeming happy families God knows,\\nWho looks behind the scenes, what tragedies\\nA quiet face can cover and what woes\\nUnspeakable and sobbing threnodies\\nA suffering heart can bury but not one\\n88", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE POET S PROTHALAMION.\\nIn housed comfort knew so dear a home\\nAs we beneath those star-sown distant skies\\nUnsheltered save by love. Thus hand in hand\\nWith interchanged confessions murmured low\\nWe reached a slender lodge. I kissed thy brow,\\nI would have set a crown there, but gross gold\\nWere far too cheap, and I was poor in gold.\\nAnd so a long good-night, my crownless queen\\nThrice through the rifted clouds hath burst\\nthe sun\\nSince then. Thrice have I crowned thee queen,\\nand set\\nA wreath invisible upon thy brow.\\nThrice have I greeted thee with silent lips\\nAnd thrice alas have waited dreary months\\nHeart-hungered for a touch of thy white hand,\\nAnd saw but letters, or a faded rose.\\nAnd heard thy voice in nightly dreams alone.\\n89", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nFour summers thus have bloomed since first\\nwe met,\\nAnd yet our life is love s pure idyl still\\nWhose dear simplicity and calm content\\nGrow strong with years. No restless yearning\\ndrives\\nLife s currents from their fixed and easy course\\nThrough fruitful valleys and broad meadowlands\\nTo mingle in the all engulfing sea\\nBut once thy soul was burdened with strong grief.\\nThou couldst do naught but weep. A long\\ndespair,\\nNot thine, filled all thy home with the shadow\\nof death.\\nThou wert so crushed, so like a bruised reed\\nWhose light crest sinks beneath the winds of\\nfate,", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE POET S PROTHALAMION.\\nAnd yet my lips were dumb. What are poor words\\nBut rain-drops falling on a broken roof\\nThey make a dismal music in the soul,\\nBut the dull shadow sits and grins and leers.\\nGrief is ne er healed by words. I only wept.\\nWe wept together till the shadow fled.\\nAnd then, so full of tender thankfulness,\\nSo self-reproaching that thy grief should mar\\nOur few swift moments, thou didst kiss away\\nMy tears, though thine own lashes hung with\\npearls.\\nAnd thine own cheeks were wet that touched\\nmy brow.\\nBut for the rain bright Iris were not born\\nBut for wet lashes smiles were meaningless\\nAnd they who never wept have never loved.\\n91", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nBut when I blamed thee not but loved thee\\nmore\\nFor weeping with thee, smiles brake through\\nthe tears\\nLike mellow sunrise on a night of storm,\\nAnd in hope s radiant dawn we built anew\\nOur world. We talked of home, the dearest word\\nOf all the Saxon tongues, the word whose charm\\nHas kept inviolate love s precincts fair\\nAnd builded deathless realms where men are men\\nAnd nursed the heroes whose strong arms have\\nwon\\nAnd guarded freedom Our own home should be\\nA Saxon home with all its warmth of love.\\nSecluded and sequestered from the world,\\nBut broad-hearthed, open-doored to faithful\\nfriends.\\nAnd courteous to the stranger, a calm rest\\nAmid the toil of life, where the tired soul\\n92", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE poet s PROTHALAMTON.\\nGrows strong for each to-morrow, a retreat\\nFor baffled hearts to throb out their despair\\nOn love s warm bosom a contented spot\\nWhose simple furnishings, yet elegant.\\nWear not the life away with needless toil.\\nWhere art adorns but not usurps true use,\\nNor beauty yields to garish novelty\\nAt beldame Fashion s fickle nod and beck.\\nOur home shall be the setting of the gem,\\nI said nor richer than the stone itself,\\nFor diamonds are not set in massive gold.\\nNor thou and I the only gems, thou saidst\\nCornelia s soul is mine Give me her\\njewels\\nOne full rich cluster, Love s own coronet\\nAnd what if they inherit little gold\\nManhood and womanhood is wealth enough\\nTo live in honor. Toil can win the rest.\\nHad our own mothers hearts closed to so soon,\\nNor thou nor I had blessed them for our life.\\nThank God, thou wilt not now deny me this,\\nNor tyrant-like compel these hands to slay\\nMy unborn darlings\\n93", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nMine own dream of home\\nMay these things be Long years ago, when first\\nThe great hope dawned in my young manhood s\\nsoul,\\nThat childish lips should lisp me papa sweet,\\nAnd creasy arms should clasp about my neck,\\nAnd cheeks should nestle in my whiskered face\\nFor goodnight kisses, a great horror dawned\\nLike freezing sun-dogs with the winter s sun.\\nLest she, whom I had loved as man loves once\\nAnd never loves again, might cheat my heart\\nAnd leave our hearth a desert. When our lips\\nHad trembled into vows, thy heart, I knew,\\nHeld in its loves my life s fulfillment. Then,\\nThat horror climbed my lips but I spake not.\\nHow could I speak that dread,and love thee still\\n94", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE POET S PROTHALAMION.\\nHow dared I ask without impeaching thee\\nThe pledge that thine own hands should never\\nslay\\nOur child But others Ah, Thou art not such\\nI know thy soul But yet, one word from thee,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOne little word, to drive that shadow back.\\nI crave assurance where my soul is sure.\\nThy pleading tells me all. And, Love, believe,\\nI yearn to see thine eyes and lips and brow\\nReima^ed in our children manifold.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2^tj^\\nAndthinkest thou that I love thine eyes less\\nBut motherhood asks not of eyes and brows,\\nBut presses the soft lips to her full breast\\nRejoiced in giving life. I will not cheat\\nMy heart of this one joy, nor question long\\nIf the lips be thine or mine, but only ours\\n95", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nSweet lips, and sweeter privilege to touch\\nIts areoled fulness warm Would that mine own\\nWere worth to touch them Shall our child s\\nindeed\\nHow could I cheat those lips of their true\\nfood?\\nLo, here God gave me these two sacred founts.\\nHe gave me womanhood. Then shame on her\\nWho leaves to kine the task her God assigned.\\nShe is but half a mother and full cheeks\\nAnd virgin bust bought with an empty heart\\nAre costly beauties. Father of my child\\nTo be, my noble Lover, speak to me\\nTell me that motherhood is more to thee\\nThan virgin bloom Or, if thy lips are mute.\\nTake what thine eyes are pleading and thy lips\\nBut now and oft ere now have chastely begged\\nTouch these white yoked lilies that still sleep\\n96", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE poet s PROTHALAMION.\\nThou wilt find speech Thou saidst,and drewst\\naside\\nThe drapery from thy bosom. My lips touched\\nIts faultless argent. With thrice happy arms\\nThen didst thou clasp me, and I heard thy heart\\nBeat loud and fast. But neither spake nor stirred.\\nAt length I slept. When I awoke thy lips\\nBut pleaded Bless me and I answering\\nspake\\nPoor words are mine And then with reve-\\nrent lips\\nGod keep thee ever pure as thou art now\\nGod bless thy mind to ever nobler seeing!\\nGod bless thy heart to ever nobler feeling\\nGod bless thy soul to ever nobler choosing\\nGod lift thee into noblest womanhood\\nGod crown thee with thrice blessed mother-\\nhood\\n97", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nWhat makes thee tremble so Is it memory\\nOf that last scene so weary months agone,\\nBut dear and vivid as but yesternight\\nWhy dost thou cling with such unwonted warmth\\nUpon me, dewing neck and face with sighs\\nThat shake thy bosom Is it ecstasy,\\nOr some new holy wish that struggles up\\nTo fill thine eyes with pleading Ay, they plead\\nFor love s sweet growth to perfect flower and\\nfruit\\nThen come, sweet Love, my bride and wife to be,\\nFor love halts not in chaste development.\\nBut mounts from grace to grace, from boon to\\nboon.\\nAspiring ever unto newer heights.\\nCome thou, my Queen, fulfill thy plighted troth\\nI ll lead thee proudly to the altar, Love,\\nAnd boldly claim thee mine before the world\\nOr, if more quiet nuptials please thee best,\\n98", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE poet s PROTHALAMION.\\nI ll take thee lightly from thy father s hand\\nBeneath the mistletoe where first our lips\\nConsented unto kisses and we loved\\nThis ring be symbol of the gracious bond\\nThat makes us one, not by obedience,\\nBut by strong love Then may the burthened\\nyears\\nBe kind, and when life s winter falls at last,\\nAs fall it must, with snow on our faint brows,\\nLike tired children croon us into sleep\\nTogether, sparing each one deathless grief\\n99\\nu^c.", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "I LOVE THEE.\\nT love thee\\nBut only the drooping lids that fell\\nOver her beautiful eyes could tell\\nThe sweet unrest\\nOf her maiden breast\\nWhile mute on her lips the long farewell\\nHung tender and tremblingly.\\nI love thee\\nBut only the seething waters heard\\nIn their starlit play the whispered word,\\nFor the harbor bar\\nLay faint and far\\nLike a lessening cloud-bank huge and blurred\\nOn the far off edge of the sea.\\n100", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "I LOVE THEE.\\nI love thee!\\nThe pine-trees sighed in the autumn wind\\nWith a yearning sad and undefined,\\nAnd her rock retreat\\nAt their mossy feet\\nDreamed nightly of one left far behind\\nO er leagues of twilight sea.\\nI love thee\\nHer lips grew warm, and her eyes grew bright,\\nHer soul grew strong in its new delight,\\nFor winged words\\nLike messenger birds\\nCame flitting across the trackless night\\nFrom over the restless sea.\\nlOI", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nI love thee\\nShe came from over the surging main,\\nA turtle-dove urged by love s sweet pain\\nTo her distant mate\\nLeft desolate\\nWhere the dusky woods at eve complain\\nAfar from the sounding sea.\\nI love thee\\nNot only the drooping lids that fell\\nOver her beautiful eyes could tell\\nLove s perfect rest,\\nBut lips were pressed\\nThat never again should say farewell\\nTill mute by Life s sad sea.\\n102", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "MY OWN WEE WINSOME\\nDEARIE.\\nV\\nScotland s tongue so winning sweet,\\nSo lyric, blithe and cheery,\\nI d need thy matchless charms to greet\\nMy own wee winsome dearie\\nMy lassie is a winsome thing,\\nA darling bonnie creature.\\nWith eyes that smile and lips that sing,\\nMatchless in every feature.\\nMy lassie, she is far away.\\nAnd I with longing weary\\nStill eager wait the distant day\\nThat takes me to my dearie 1\\n103", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nO winsome, wee, my bonnie lass,\\nThy ingle blazes cheery\\nO call me to thy side, my lass,\\nTo be for aye, my dearie\\nI ve stood with thee in Summer s sun,\\nNeath Winter s skies all dreary.\\nBut all the seasons are as one\\nWhen thou rt my winsome dearie\\nI ve stood with thee in hours of mirth.\\nWhen joy smiled on us fairly,\\nI ve wept with thee when earth to earth\\nWith grief oppressed thee sairly\\nAnd so with earnest lips we twain\\nHave plighted vows together\\nAh why should Fate so kind remain.\\nYet rudely break love s tether\\n104", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "MY OWN WEE WINSOME DEARIE.\\nAnd set two mated souls adrift\\nUpon the world so dreary\\nAnd yet, I thank her for the gift\\nThough parted, let s be cheery\\nWhen I recall the parting smiles,\\nThe eyes that brimmed so teary,\\nI d walk a hundred long Scotch miles\\nTo call thee once my dearie\\ni\u00c2\u00b0S", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "Tiin MnssAon or PRnssnn\\nI LOWIikS.\\nA S filir hiMird I In- leaves of a volume old\\nWilli I). ml. hating the abyhin Ihll\\nMil ilic loUIr) ili.ii IwioU of gold\\nA williricd liiih I nl lic ai I s lasr f ll.\\nShe Htarted and r iiiil .l liiiniij^ li ilw gather\\ning tear,\\n|)(\u00c2\u00bbwii It^ll .\u00c2\u00bbi lit I jr. I ilic voliiiiu- great,\\nWith the seven l\u00c2\u00ab)l l wur ilu- hinl upiear-i\\nIII lii hli^dihii^ vi-unii oi liiiHtian hata.\\n106", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE MESSAGE OF PRESSED FLOWERS.\\nShe smiled for that rude disordered dream\\nWhich the listening ages miscalled divine,\\nWith its lurid dusk and its dusky gleam\\nDissolved and paled in her love s sunshine.\\nShe wept our deepest joys bring tears\\nAs she thought of a vow and a maiden\\nprayer\\nBreathed long ago in the dead, dead years\\nWhen she gathered the heart s-ease and\\npressed it there.\\nShe tenderly laid them on her breast,\\nAnd a tear fell soft on their withered leaves\\nThey brought her a vision, but not unblest\\nShe was dreaming of love and summer\\neves.\\n107", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES,\\nIn that warm sweet June so long agone,\\nWith the lengthening shadows at set of sun,\\nShe stood once more on the old, old lawn,\\nAnd gathered the flowers one by one.\\nUnder the light of the vesper stars\\nIn the perfect silence of twilight hours,\\nUnder the sunset s purple bars\\nShe breathed this vow to the listening\\nflowers\\nNo vaunting rider of gallant steeds.\\nNo heartless lord of a foreign land,\\nNo holder of stocks and title-deeds.\\nIs the hero that wins my heart and hand\\n1 08", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE MESSAGE OF PRESSED FLOWERS.\\nBut noble and free and broad of mind,\\nWith a great heart beating for Truth and\\nRight\\nAnd a voice to plead for humankind\\nIn their restless struggling for freedom and\\nlight.\\nShe kissed the flowers and caressed their leaves\\nWith a reverent touch of her pure white\\nhand\\nAnd whispered as one who half believes\\nThat the fair sweet creatures can under-\\nstand\\nI will fold you away with my thoughts of him,\\nI will make you warders of love and faith,\\nWhile I wait with a virgin troth to him\\nThough waiting and hoping end in death\\n109", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES,\\nAs she turned the leaves of the volume old\\nWith Dante threading the deeps of Hell,\\nAnd out of the folds of that book of gold\\nThe withered cluster of heart s-ease fell,\\nShe smiled and wept for the years that fled,\\nHad ended their ward in a trothal day,\\nAnd she sent her thoughts with those flowers\\ndead\\nTo her hero lover far away.\\nTake them, she murmured, my own, my\\nLove,\\nI gathered them long ago for Thee\\nThough I knew Thee not, my own, my Love,\\nMy heart was dreaming, yes, dreaming of\\nThee:\\nIIO", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "WHITHER AH WHITHER?\\n1 7HITHER, ah whither I stand alone\\nFacing the years that are to be\\nAh me Is there none,\\nNot even one,\\nWho will stand by my side and speak to me\\nAnd lead the way through the desert lone\\nWhither, ah whither The way is dark\\nOut through the years that are to be\\nAh me Is there none.\\nNot even one,\\nWhose presence shall be as a soul to me\\nTo make the desert a sunlit park\\nWhither, ah whither The end is far\\nOut in the years that are to be\\nAh me Is there none,\\nNot even one.\\nWho will reach a strong pure hand to me\\nTo guide and guard like a faithful Lar\\nIll", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "THY HEAVEN.\\nT F thoughts of me are a heaven to thee\\nToo dear to leave for another\\nWith gates of pearl and a crystal sea\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA reward for holy pother,\\nI ll build thee a throne for thy royal own\\nIn the palace of my soul,\\nAnd my heart shall be for a blood-red zone\\nTo girdle thy milk-white stole,\\n112", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THY HEAVEN.\\nAnd the orbs of my eyes in warm surprise\\nShall be jewels upon thy crown\\nThat beggar the miters in paradise\\nBy the elders of God laid down,\\nAnd my breath shall be as a wind from the sea\\nThat winnows the clouds away,\\nAnd thy palace and thee shall the genii see\\nDeep-bathed in a fadeless day.\\nAy my soul shall be a heaven to thee\\nToo dear to name with that other,\\nThat still with its pearls and crystal sea\\nMust be won by a holy pother\\nM\\n113", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "I WOULD THAT MY LIPS\\nCOULD UTTER.\\nT would that my lips could utter\\nA tithe of the exquisite pain\\nThat is throbbing and tingling within me\\nAs I yearn for her presence again.\\nAh the world would hear me weeping,\\nAnd mingle its tears with mine,\\nAnd its heart would break at each teardrop,\\nAnd bleed with a pity divine.\\nBut I cannot speak for grieving,\\nAnd a dumb prayer for relief\\nFrom the endless burden of waiting\\nIs the only solace of griel\\nFor the heart cannot share its burdens,\\nBut must bear them forever alone,\\nAnd dumbly break like the pitcher\\nThat falls on the well s curb-stone.\\n114", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THY BREASTS ARE TWIN\\nWHITE LILIES.\\nT^HY breasts are twin white lilies\\nThat bloom immaculate\\nThy lips are sister roses\\nIn blood-red virgin state\\nThine eyes are linked stars\\nIn measureless blue deeps\\nThy hair, a brooding night,\\nAbove the lilies sleeps\\nI lie amid the lilies\\nAnd rest as calm as death,\\nAnd the roses kiss my brow\\nWith their attar laden breath,\\nAnd the stars from out their azure\\nFlood all my soul with light,\\nAnd o er my throbbing temples\\nFalls a cataract of night.", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "REST, REST THEE, SAD\\nHEART I\\n(To Miss F. H on the death of her Mother).\\nREST, rest thee, sad heart\\nThat art throbbing in exquisite agony\\nRest, rest thee, O fond heart\\nThat art crushed by pitiless destiny\\nO weep, but rest thee, sad heart.\\nOr thou must break\\nRest, rest, wounded heart.\\nIn the valley of shadows dumb repining\\nRest, rest thee, O fond heart\\nLike Death on the ruins of Love reclin-\\ning\\nO weep, and rest thee, sad heart,\\nOr voiceless break I\\ni6", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "REST, REST THEE, SAD HEART\\nRest, rest, troubled heart.\\nFor the clouds, though dark, have a silver\\nlining I\\nRest, rest thee, O fond heart,\\nIn the night of the valley the stars are\\nstill shining\\nO weep, but rest thee, sad heart.\\nOr thou must break\\nRest, rest, lonely heart.\\nThough the Spoiler has passed, there is\\nlove yet remaining\\nRest, rest thee, O fond heart,\\nThere are hearts that are yearning to\\nstill thy complaining\\nO weep, and rest thee, sad heart,\\nOr coldly break\\nRest, rest thee, sad heart,\\nO let not thy sensitive spirit deceive thee\\nRest, rest thee, O fond heart,\\nO refuse not the love that our hearts\\nache to give thee\\nO weep! Love rest thee, sad heart,\\nOr ours will break\\n117", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "TO A RISING STAR.\\nOEAUTIFUL Star that shinest on me\\nOut of thy East all gloriously\\nLift me out of myself to thee 1\\nThou art but a star, and less than me\\nWho am greater than all things else that be\\nOn earth, or in heaven, or under the sea\\nI know thou art dust and of little worth\\nA glittering waste, a lifeless dearth\\nAs dull and dead as this bulky earth\\nii8", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "TO A RISING STAR.\\nI know thou risest, a beautiful slave\\nCompelled and scourged from the Eastern wave\\nThough hung with jewels from Ocean s cave\\nWhile I am not dust, nor of little worth,\\nGod s breath informed me, and gave me birth,\\nAnd made me master of heaven and earth\\nNor am I a slave of necessity,\\nI am God s right hand for Eternity,\\nI think and create and am greatly free\\nYet, beautiful Star, shine down on me\\nOut of thy east, all gloriously.\\nAnd lift me out of myself to thee\\n119", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "ESTRANQEriENT.\\nSHE looks a scorn that is far too fine\\nTo disfigure her lips with a sinister curve,\\nAnd she hides her heart in its virgin shrine\\nWith an ostentation of woman s reserve.\\nShe is hurt, she says, by my cold neglect,\\nBut vows, as she tosses back my ring,\\nTo prove that a woman s self-respect\\nCan overlive so slight a thing.\\nThen her pride breaks down to a tender mood,\\nIn a flood of tears and a gust of sighs.\\nAnd she says she is dying in widowhood.\\nAnd will soon be at rest where her mother\\nlies.\\nI20", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "ESTRANGEMENT.\\nI laugh at her tears and chide her heart,\\nA brute, to laugh at a woman vexed\\nAnd talk of travels and letters and art,\\nAnd the novel that Scribners publish next.\\nIt is over now. She calls me too coarse\\nTo sympathise with a woman s life.\\nShe is glad that her fates have done no worse,\\nBut spared her the curse of being my wife.\\nWe meet down town, but we never speak.\\nShe floats in a martyr s atmosphere.\\nAnd her spirit is all too fine to seek\\nA smile from the haughtiest cavalier.\\nThen she tosses her head in matronly pride\\nAnd walks with her richest Juno gait.\\nTo hint that the nuptial state denied\\nWas the blindest grossest blunder of fate.\\n121", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nShe prays that a curse to my life may cling,\\nOr at least some blighting plague might\\ntake me,\\nThough she once had vowed on her trothal ring\\nNever in life or death to forsake me.\\nWe loved, or foolishly dreamed it was so,\\nIn the flush and the blush of youth s heydey,\\nBut larger loves must the lesser outgrow,\\nWell such tragedies happen every day\\nBut the saddest of tragedies comes before.\\nWhen lips are touched and low words spoken\\nThat bind young hearts for the evermore\\nOnly to sever, crushed and broken.\\nBut her heart is not broken, her wine is not draff,\\nShe will live to smile at each foolish sigh.\\nAnd I that resigned such a prize I can laugh.\\nWe were simply mistaken then,Phillis and I.\\n123", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "O ER MY HEART IN ITS\\nDREAMING.\\nW\\nER my heart in its dreaming the swift tides\\nof feeling\\nLike the flood-tides of ocean come surging\\nand sweeping,\\nAnd their melody oft brings the balsam of heal-\\ning,\\nAnd their turbulence often the marah of\\nweeping.\\nFloating wide on those mystical tides of emotion\\nOld memories like tangles of sea-weed are\\ndrifting,\\nAnd hopes that like gallant ships breasted Life s\\nocean\\nToss a wreck on the surge in its sinking\\nand lifting.\\ni\u00c2\u00bb3", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nSweetest dreams float becalmed in the tropics\\nof being\\nOn a wide surgeless sea idly rolling and\\nrocking,\\nWhere rich islands of purple are dropped within\\nseeing\\nBy the mirage of phantasy luring and\\nmocking.\\nRude passions like storms o er the wild waters\\ndashing\\nDrive shoreward like driftwood the white\\ncraft of pleasures\\nAnd plunge on gray rocks with a horror of\\ncrashing\\nRich argosies freighted with life-giving\\ntreasures.\\nBut faith rides at anchor in havens of blessing,\\nCalmly rocking above her invisible moorings,\\nWhile loves that bore messages fraught with\\ncaressing\\nLike gay birds return from their airy de-\\ntourings.\\n124", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "o er my heart in its dreaming.\\nAh my heart, in thy dreaming, the swift tides\\nof feeling\\nLike the flood-tides of ocean come surging\\nand sweeping!\\nAnd their melody oft brings the balsam of heal-\\ning,\\nThough their turbulence often the marah\\nof weeping 1\\n^M^T*\\n125", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "LOVE AND WINE.\\nly /I Y Goethe sings of love and wine,\\nMy Lessing sings of wine and love,\\nMy muse is something more divine\\nShe bids my lips forego the wine\\nFor double draughts of nectared love.\\nSing on, my Goethe, love, and wine,\\nSing on, my Lessing, wine and love,\\nMy lips refuse your Rhenish wine\\nBut claim the kisses doubly mine\\nAnd doubled all the gifts of love.\\n126", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "MY MUSE.\\nT^HE god that touched my lips with song,\\nThat fed my soul with passions strong\\nIs dead\\nThe Muse that comforted me long\\nIs fled\\nThe radiant days of youth are spent\\nI murmured full of discontent.\\nAnd then I looked into thine eyes,\\nAs clear and deep as southern skies\\nAglow\\nMy Italy My Paradise\\nAnd lo\\nThe radiant days I lately mourned,\\nThe dream, the Daemon, all returned\\n127", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE\\nT IGHT of my life, my babe,\\nWith the laughter on thy lips,\\nWith thy restless dimpled feet,\\nAnd thy rosy finger-tips.\\nWhence does the brightness come\\nThat glows in thy dusky eyes.\\nAs they welcome my home-coming glad\\nWith a look of sweet surprise,\\nWritten by Mrs. Clara Harwood-Scholi.\\n128", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE.\\nOr gaze with a startled wonder\\nAt the common things of earth,\\nNot knowing that thy treasures\\nAre all so little worth\\nYet wiser than thine elders\\nWho treasure only gold,\\nThy little world is gladdened\\nWith riches manifold\\nOf toy and leaf and blossom\\nTo which a grateful heart\\nAdds double worth and blessing\\nThat naught else can impart.\\nWee image of thy father,\\nHast thou his soul within,\\nA heart like his, still yearning\\nFrom every source to win\\n129", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nIts meed of truth and honor,\\nIts wealth of word and deed,\\nTo fashion for thy guidance\\nA broad and sunny creed,\\nThat shall leave the soul unfettered\\nTo grow with each new thought\\nThat comes with Time s swift changes\\nOr by the heart is sought\\nThou tiny elfin maiden,\\nCome nestle close and warm\\nOn the heart that loves thee best\\nOf all in this world of storm,\\nOf sunshine, pain and gladness\\nOh may the garnered years\\nBring richest store of blessing\\nTo banish all thy tears\\n130", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "H f)aiidful of Sonnets^\\nALL IN ALL.\\nT need not fear to trust thee all in all,\\nSo pure, so gentle, and so nobly true,\\nThou child of solitudes Thy spirit drew\\nIts richness from the silences that fall\\nWith calm and sweetness on the troubled heart\\nThou wert not nurst amid the glare of lamps\\nA brilliant show, which the gay worldling\\nstamps\\nA social queen. Thine is the better part\\nThat naught can take away, true womanhood\\nWhose effluence as the soft rays that fall\\nFrom cloudless heavens and a night of stars.\\nSilvering the dusk, makes all things fair and\\ngood\\nFor this I learned to trust thee all in all,\\nAnd faith the gate-way of all good unbars.\\n131", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "GREETING.\\n11 7HERE shall I greet thee, Love In crowded\\nways\\nWith throngs whose idle and incurious eyes\\nWould startle into quick and cold surprise\\nAnd quench sweet love with their rude heartless\\ngaze\\nNay, rather in some silence let us meet\\nWhere the mute welcome of glad tears may be\\nAnd lips may meet in love s sweet privacy\\nUnshamed and pure in some lone loved retreat\\nWhere all chaste hopes unsilenced may be told\\nAnd vows replighted speed the hours apace\\nWhere arms that waited long, at length may\\nfold,\\nThy yielding bosom in their warm embrace\\nNor heed the world s conventions false and cold\\nWhile love s sweet breath is dewing neck and\\nface.\\n132", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "BETROTHAL.\\nly A Y pure one, my White Lily, whose chaste\\nlips\\nDrank morning dew, where life s cool shadows\\nbrood\\nMy perfect flower of noble womanhood\\nFrom out thy wanton sisterhood, where dips\\nWith touch promiscuous the lustful bee\\nJust prizing loveliness for what it yields\\nWhen rifled of the treasure that it shields,\\nI chose thee, spotless one, to cherish thee\\nLess for ephemeral uses than to fill\\nLife with perennial sweetness. Love, place\\nthou\\nWith thy pure lips a seal upon my brow\\nTo keep my thoughts from straying into ill 1\\nChasten my soul till life s realities\\nAccord with thy soul s idealities\\n^33", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "LINCOLN PARK, Storm.\\nA GAIN the light spray dashing from the Lake,\\nWets all the level pavement by the beach\\nAnd beats, wind-driven, in the face of each\\nA gusty welcome to the merry-make\\nOf wave and storm. Again the wash and swish\\nWith undertones of thunder and low moans\\nThat mock, like echo faint, old Ocean s tones\\nWhen tumbling on his rocks with heathenish\\nWild mirth and daring, comes from the far deep,\\nAnd silver wave-crests self-dissolving leap\\nTo clasp the errant winds in their mad chase.\\nBut slip back thwarted from the wet embrace\\nWith passion-quenched arms to liquid death\\nTill quickened by the Storm-king s lusty breath.\\n134", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "LINCOLN PARK.\\nII\\nThis is the day, and these the sounds and sights\\nThat smote upon our senses, one sweet morn,\\nWith heahng, for our eyes and hearts were\\nworn,\\nArt-dazzled by the myriad blinding lights\\nOf the White City. We had sped away\\nBehind the clattering hoofs of an ebon span\\nThat beat rude music as they lightly ran\\nAlong the pavement stones in arduous play.\\nI hear it yet. The moan of breakers steals\\nMingled with hoof-beats and the roll of wheels\\nInto my willing ear. Admiring cries\\nBurst from thy lips, when the wild waters rise\\nWith sudden leap above the rock-curbed shore\\nAnd plunge back head-long with unwonted roar.\\n135", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nIll\\nAnd fragments of forgotten verse, perforce,\\nFirst sung by some old lover of the seas\\nUtter themselves with song s impulsive ease\\nFrom half unconscious lips, from their deep\\nsource\\nIn labyrinthine memory compelled\\nBy the tumultuous beauty, and the wild\\nStorm-tossed magnificence. Thine eyelids\\nsmiled.\\nAnd all thy being rose. Glad I beheld\\nThe light of thy sweet eyes, and glad I heard\\nThe music of thy voice, and drunk each word\\nWith eager spirit in. I hear thee still.\\nLaugh still, sweet eyes, like two fair stars until\\nYe laugh again to mine Sing on, sweet lips.\\nTill dearer Silence, Love s last song outstrips\\n136", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "SEPARATION.\\np\\\\AY follows lingering day, on, on, forever,\\nAnd I from out my study s cheerless prison\\nDeep yearning, gaze into each day new risen\\nAnd stretch my arms to thee, yet clasp thee\\nnever\\nHow long how long O weary, weary hours\\nMust I this voiceless separation bear\\nHow long how long, must I withstand\\ndespair\\nBy memory s sweet but evanescent powers\\nThese lips, untouched by thine, grow strangely\\ndumb.\\nThese hands, unclasped by thine, their cunning\\nlose,\\nThis heart throbs weak, so severed from its\\nmate.\\nOnce more, Beloved, once more bid me come\\nI dare not come to thee if thou refuse.\\nYet O with what strong yearning do I wait\\n\u00c2\u00bb37", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "A?\\nIN THE SHADOWS.\\nr\\\\EAR patient woman, with thy heart of gold,\\nStrong burden-bearer through the lingering\\nyears,\\nWhom bootless grief doth often force to tears\\nBut ne er to weak complainings, manifold\\nRich graces wait upon thee Thou dost hold\\nThyself insphered in household ways obscure,\\nAn angel of mercy whom four walls immure\\nTo quiet ministerings, yet, behold\\nTo those four walls of pain, with beautiful feet\\nThe Presence comes, and thou art grown more\\nsweet\\nAnd tender and more strong. And larger thought\\nComes with the visitation, and hath brought\\nThe Vision Beautiful the soul s ideal,\\nTo woo thee into life s divinest real.\\n138", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "BEYOND THE SHADOWS.\\n\\\\1 /E know not half the noble worth of life\\nTill pallid lips, half-parted with the smile\\nThat Death emmarbled as he passed, the\\nwhile\\nSend deathless greetings from beyond the strife\\nWe know not half the worth of the warm blood\\nThat pulses in us, till those hearts are stilled\\nWhose blameless love, and passionate yearn-\\ning filled\\nOur veins to bursting with the joyous flood\\nBereft, we stand, the flower of all Time,\\nThe conscious fruitage of ancestral worth\\nHer life, grown rich, tides on in thee sublime\\nAnd though her dust be welcomed to the\\nearth\\nHer spirit dwells in thee, my faithful One\\nI ll love and cherish both in thee alone\\n139", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "A GOLDEN DAY.\\nnPHRICE happy Love of mine, this Golden\\nDay,\\nMost precious in the heart s whole calendar,\\nHas filled Life s cup brim full. The sacred\\njar\\nOf wine with mint and honey mingled, nay\\nThe soul s own chalice, brimmed with nectar, lay\\nUpon my purple lips for naught did mar\\nThe bliss of that one draught, and every\\nscar\\nUpon my soul was healed and fled away.\\nThrice happy Golden Day, on such as thou,\\nTwere happy to be born, twere blest to die,\\nTis heaven to live, intense, intoxicate.\\nThe god within grown radiant on the brow,\\nThrilling the brain and beaming in the eye,\\nBest Love, blest Love, I thank thee for\\nthis date\\n140", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "TIME riARKS HER FLIGHT.\\nT^IME marks her flight with roses and with\\nsnows.\\nHer Junes and her Decembers come and go\\nIn swift mutation, like the ebb and flow\\nThat daily breaks old Ocean s wide repose.\\nTo-day we wreathe a garland of wild roses\\nTo crown at festival a maiden queen,\\nTo-morrow on her ample brow serene\\nThe gathered snow of four-score years reposes\\nWe lisp till manhood s prime upon us steals,\\nThen forge our mightiest aims on life s last\\nverge.\\nAlas It were a thought too deep for tears,\\nIf Death, the Victor, brake the living seals\\nOf soul, and all these aims that onward urge,\\nRest unfulfilled throughout the eternal\\nyears\\n141", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "n\\\\ BARD.\\nT would not have thee like to other bards,\\nTo sing aloof from me in far blue heights\\nA mystic strain of iris-hued delights,\\nCompelling souls to leap up heavenwards.\\nI d have thee lowlier, nearer to the swards\\nThat vault in buried loves, or kiss the feet\\nOf joyous childhood, ere it runs to meet,\\nFull-shod, Life s struggles and its stern rewards.\\nI would not have thee like a mountain peak.\\nMajestic, cold, oak-girdled, capped with\\nsnows.\\nBe thou my stately beech-wood, full of ease,\\nA shelter from Life s heat, where I may seek\\nThe living brook that gurgles and o erflows.\\nThere, mid the flowers, I ll drink and be\\nat peace.\\n142", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "THE LIGHT-BEARER OF LIBERTY,\\nBy J. W. SCHOLL,\\nAuthor of SOCIAL TRAGEDIES.\\nThe Light Bearer of Liberty has\\nnot a dull line from cover to cover. It\\nis full of genuine poetic fire. It is manly,\\nbold, but does not stoop to meanness\\nanywhere. It contains a splendid tribute\\nto womanhood, a fine appeal fiar a happier\\nchildhood, an optimistic outlook upon\\nthe race. It is democratic. American.\\nHANDSOME CLOTH BINDING, i2mo, EMBOSSED\\nCOVERS, $i.oo.\\nSent prepaid upon receipt of price, or can be secured at any\\nleading book store.\\nPERSONAL COMMENT.\\nCOL. MARK L. DeMOTTE, Dean of the\\nNorthern Ind. Law School^ Valparaiso^ Ind.\\nWe have read and commented, and commented\\nand read, and agree that the book is one of rare\\npoetical merit. It abounds with poetical\\nthought expressed in poetical language, and\\nwith a rhyme and rhythm that makes it delight-\\nful reading,", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "REV. R. A. WHITE, Stewart Ave. Universa-\\nlist Churchy Chicago, III. The thought is\\ncourageous and true. The poetic form excellent.\\nIt is a brave and interesting volume of poems,\\nand I am sure it will do much good.\\nREV. HUNTLY LLOYD, Southold, L. I.\\nThe verses are deliciously simple and sweet,\\nand there is a smoothness of rhythm and cor-\\nrectness of rhyme that in these days is refresh-\\ning. I trust that this volume will be a forerun-\\nner of still as sweet streams that shall flow from\\nthe same fount of Parnassus.\\nMRS. ROBERT G. INGERSOLL (to\\nauthor). I thank you from the bottom of\\nmy heart for the grand tribute to my husband\\nin the poem *The Light-Bearer of Liberty.\\nVOICE OF THE PRESS.\\nOn reading the book, one feels something as\\nDesdemona felt when listening to the Moor s\\nstory. Commercial Appeal^ Memphis.\\nThe author, giving a reason for the existence\\nof the book, shows that he has something to", "height": "3380", "width": "2054", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "say to the public. He has a crack at religion\\nand lets the reader know he is a great admirer\\nof Col. Ingersoll. In short, he is the right sort\\nof a man to make a good poet and his verse has\\na good ring. Bookseller a fid Newsman.\\nMany of the poems, which are a humble con-\\ntribution to the cause for which the best blood\\nwas spilled in all ages, and for which oblioquy\\nand hissing are borne now, contain vigorous\\npassages full of intense earnestness, genius, and\\npoetic fire. Sa?i Francisco Chronicle.\\nWhile one may take the liberty to dissent from\\nsome of the 20 dogmatic propositions laid down\\nin the author s preface, one may find many\\nmellow lines in the verse pages. Globe^ Boston.\\nThe movement of the poems is stirring, the\\ndiction clear and vigorous. The writer ap-\\nproaches the problems of life with a seriousness\\nand an underlying reverence. Cumulatio?i\\nBook Index.\\nMr. Scholl is a man with poetic instincts, who\\nhas revolted from the dogmas of ancient creeds,\\nand beat his v/ay out into a faith more in accord\\nwith science and reason. Christian Register^\\nBoston.", "height": "3370", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "socialtragedieso00scho_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "All the poems have the same forceful rhetoric\\nand vivid picturesqueness. Globe-Democrat^\\nSt. Louis.\\nThe title poem is well constructed and\\npossesses power with many line fancies.\\nTransaipt^ Portlandy Me.\\nThe author seems inspired with intense ad-\\nmiration for the late Col. IngersoU. 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