{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2579", "width": "1880", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap?vr_ oi)yri ;lit No.\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "BOOKS BY CLARENCEIHAWKES.\\nTHE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nContaining: 75 new poems with 33 illustrations from drawings and paintings. Hand-\\nsomely bound in green cloth with cover design in gold and colored edges. Price, 51.50.\\nrun gilt, S2.00. New England Publishing Co., .Springfield, Mass.\\nSONGS FOR COLUMBIA S HEROES.\\nContaining 77 new war poems with 35 illustrations from photographs, drawings, and\\npaintings. Elegantly bound in cloth with cover design and title in gold. Price, postpaid,\\n$1.25. Full morocco with gilt top, $2.00. New England Publishing Co., Springfield,\\nMass.\\nIDYLS OF OLD NEW ENGLAND.\\nBy Clarence Hawkes, with 70 illustrations by R. Lionel De Lisser and Bessie W. Bell,\\n164 pages. Elegantly bound with cover designs in gold. Price, $1.60. Full morocco\\nwith extra ornamentation on cover, and gilt top. Price, $2.60. Picturesque Publishing\\nCo., Northampton, Mass.\\nTHREE LITTLE FOLKS.\\nVerses for children, by Clarence Hawkes, with 37 illustrations by R. Lionel De Lisser\\nand Bessie W. Bell. 102 pages. Printed upon heavy enameled paper with handsome\\ncover design. Price, $1.00. Picturesque Publishing Co., Northampton, Mass.\\nPEBBLES AND SHELLS.\\nVerses by Clarence Hawkes, with eight illustrations by Elbridge Eingsley. 207 pages.\\n12mo. Handsome cloth binding. Price, $1.25. Picturesque Publishing Co., North-\\nampton, Mass.\\nOffice Address Hadley, Mass.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "FRIENDLY WORDS FROM AUTHORS.\\nIn both man and poet I find a nobility and grace commanding my respect and\\nadmiration. James Whitcoinb Riley.\\nI think your sonnet, The Movintain to the Pine, very beautiful it makes me think\\nthat you see the true inwardness of things better for not seeing the outer semblance.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Miss Mnry E. Wilkhis.\\nIn fiiielity of description and wealth of imagery your New England Winter is not\\nunworthy of the author of Snnw-Bound. Alfred A. Fnrnian.\\nThe world becomes your debtor for the additional brightness you have given to life by\\nreflecting so clearly, in spite of blinded eyes, another ray of the inextinguishable light.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Prrs. L. aark Seelye.\\nI love your poetic gift, and your work aud welfare will always be sacred to ine.\\nHezekiah Buttcnvorth.\\nMr. Hawkes dialect poems are as ipiaint as James Whitcomb Riley s, and his children s\\npoems compare favorably with those of Eugene Field.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ^/r. Chntirs HaVork.\\nIt is both a rebuke and an inspiration to us who enjoy the full liberty of our senses to\\nsee how large and beautiful a world your cadenced lines furnish to the conceptions of\\nyour spiritual vision.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 J/r. Georfje W. Cnhle.\\nWe might call the book a blind man s life set to sweet music, and bright with the inner\\nlight which bodily conditions cannot mar. JuVm It ortf Hoive.\\nI have read many of the yntems with genuine i)leasure, and am struck by their purity\\nand earnestness of thought and feeling. Mrs. Laura E. liicharrffi.\\n1 find your little volume of verse one to be prized and treasured. Pres. Mrrrill E. Oafes.\\nThe humor of your humorous poems is very fine and delicate and as good of its kind as\\nI have ever read. Blanche Fearing.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "o\\nK\\nu\\nK", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD\\nAIND OTHER POEMS.\\nBY\\nCLARENCE HAWKES.\\nWith illustrations by R. Lionel De Lisser, Clifton Johnson, and\\nBessie W. Bell Hawkes.\\nNEW ENGLAND PUBLISHING CO.,\\nSPRINGFIELD, MASS.\\n1900.\\nOFFICE ADDRESS, HADLEY, MASS.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "8503\\nof C^ornirt-\\nNOV 21 1900\\nSE(,ON0 COPY\\nDi^l vMcd to\\nORDEH OIViSIOM\\nMOV 24 laUu\\n1=S 3S-I S\\noo\\nCopyright, 1900.\\nBy Clarence Hawkes.\\nPRESS OF\\nSPRINOFICLO PR NT1\u00c2\u00bb0 AND BIhDIMQ COMFAN\\nSPRlNOflELO, MASS.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "TO THE MEMORY OF\\nDR. SAMUEL G. HOWE\\nWHO, THROUGH THE MANY NOBLE DEEDS THAT\\nCROWNED HIS REMARKABLE LIFE, STILL\\nLIVES TO BLESS US.\\nTHE HERO.\\nLines written for Dr. Howe hi/ John Grcenleaf Whittier.\\nO for a knight like Bayard,\\nWithout reproach or fear;\\nMy lij^ht glove on his casque of steel,\\nMy love-knot on his spear!\\nih ^/r -y.-\\nWherever outraged Nature\\nAsks word or action brave,\\nWherever struggles labor,\\nWherever groans a slave,\\nWherever rise the peoples,\\nWherever sinks a throne,\\nThe throbbing heart of Freedom finds\\nAn answer in his own.\\nKnight of a better era.\\nWithout reproach or fear!\\nSaid I uot well that Bayards\\nAnd Sidneys still are here?", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Singing that naught in Heaven or Earth can still.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "ACKNOWLEDGMENTS.\\nThe Author wishes hereby to acknowledge the courtesy of the\\nfollowing publications, which have permitted poems to appear in\\nthis volume that were first printed in their columns\\nThe Outlook, The Overland Monthly, The Congregationalist, The\\nNew England Magazine, The Woman s Home Companion, Forward,\\nThe Home Magazine, Donahoe s Magazine, Good Housekeeping,\\nNew England Homestead, and Springfield Republican.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nInteoduction, hij Charles Goodrich Whiting, 20\\nTHE HOPE OF THE WORLD.\\nPart I. The Builders 25\\nPart II. The Pipes of Freedom 30\\nPart III. A I^ight of Despair 37\\nPart IV. The Dawn of Faith i5\\nPart V. The Hope of the World 49\\nTHE BIRD CHORUS.\\nSing, Robin, Sing 55\\nHey, Robert Lincoln 55\\nThe Skylark s Song 57\\nThe Whip-Poor-Will s Song 58\\nA ISTightingale Song 59\\nTRILLS AK^D TURXS.\\nThe Violin 60\\nLove s Invocation *^0\\nA Bouquet ^1\\nMan s Sacrilege *^1^\\nDoes She Know 1\\nTears at Dawn ^1\\nThe Envoy\\nAll is Well 2\\nThe Little Star 52", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "l6 CONTENTS.\\nMy Heaven 62\\nFallen Petals 63\\nWho Baetees Man 63\\nMy Woeld 64\\nA Memory 64\\nAet s Seceet 64\\nFeeedom Afield 64\\nHeaven is about Us 65\\nThe Kainbow 65\\nGeeed 66\\nA Bit of Heaven 66\\nThe Peesent Joy 66\\npooe iseaei 66\\nMISCELLANEOUS POEMS.\\nThe Othee Day 69\\nAlone 70\\nThe Unbidden Guest 70\\nAt the Theeshold 71\\nTeaes foe the Living 71\\nAnothee Day 72\\nFolly and Feiendship 73\\nTieed Hands 73\\nAn Eastee Message 74\\nGod s Mandate 74\\nLove s Awakening 74\\nA Deeam of Death 77\\nTeansition 77\\nA Blossom from Memory 78", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS. 17\\nOmnipresence 78\\nTo Milton 78\\nEejuvenation 79\\nThe Patkiot s Prater 80\\nHeaven 80\\nO Ye of Little Faith 80\\nThoughts foe November 81\\nThe Heart of Man a Flower 82\\nAltitude 82\\nEnough for Me 83\\nTruth is God 83\\nResignation 83\\nThe Creed of the Hills 84\\nHeaven is where God s Angels are 84\\nEscaped 84\\nPeace on Earth 87\\nAs A Little Child 88\\nEconomy of Nature 88\\nThe Might of Love 88\\nMeditation 89\\nOnly a Little 89\\nMy Cup Runneth Over 90\\nPrayer 90\\nThe Exile 90\\nGeneration and Regeneration 92\\nAn Alien 92\\nA Vision of Life 92\\nThe Compact 92\\nA Cloud 93\\nTrue Kingship 93", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "ILLUSTRATIONS.\\nThe Hope of the World. Fkontispiece\\nSinging that Naught in Heaven oe Earth can Still. 12\\nPortrait of the Authok 14\\nThe Toilers. 23\\nCutting the Cordon of the Solid Cliff. 26\\nThe Builders. 28\\nYea, Die for Liberty. 30\\nO War s Gehenna, Tragedy of Hell. 33\\nEach Blade of Grass for Justice Cries, 35\\nHe Eats and Sleeps, then Passes on his Way. 37\\nIn Which to Sleep, and Sleeping be Forgot. 39\\nBut ONLY Deepening Shadows Make Reply 42\\nGod is the Sun, the Warmth, the Wonder, and the\\nMight. 44\\nAll Nature Understands the Touch Divine, 46\\nThere is Something in the Earth and Air. 48\\nAnd Every Flower He Knew. 50\\nO er Land and Sea He Broodeth with His Wings. 53\\nChasing the Sunbeams Over a Shallow. 56\\nWhip-poor-will, Whip-poor-will, Under the Hill. 58\\nA Bit of Nature. 59\\nWith Tiny Eivers Laughing Down Each Slope. 63\\nFreedom Afield. 65\\nHeart of the Torrent, Pulsing Wild and Free. 67", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "ILLUSTRATIONS.\\n19\\nWhere Neath the Grass a Ximule River Ran, 69\\nWhen the Day is Done. 72\\nA Rustic Maid, Her Tryst t(j Keep. 75\\nBlossoms Forming, Rivers Flowing. 79\\nWhen Waning Autumn, as the Days Grow Di^l 81\\nTruth Shall Outlive Yon Granite Rocks. 85\\nIn Watches of the Xight. 87\\nOut of the Heart of Thjngs Unknown. 89\\nAs jSTight Doth Follow Day. 91\\nTailpiece 93", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTION.\\nMr. Clarence Hawkes has long since awakened not only\\na sympathy such as must rightly be given to one blind of\\nphysical sight, but the more important sympathy which follows\\nthat compensatory inner sight of the poet. Indeed, there is a\\ncertain spiritualization which aptly derives from that privative\\nfate, and is constantly felt in the poetic writings of Mr. Hawkes.\\nHe is thereby removed from the world, and exalted above it,\\nin a degree which places him in touch with the greater singers\\nand seers, and gives to his utterances a character of vaticination.\\nAs the years have gone on, and Mr. Hawkes has passed from\\nthe position of the popular entertainer to the place of the\\nprophet, which is that of the singer in the days of minstrelsy,\\nhe demands a wider consideration, and deserves it.\\nMr. Hawkes s group of thoughts and emotions, which he\\ncalls The Hope of the World, marks an advance in his power\\nof expression, but also a stirring of depths in his nature and\\nan arousing of spiritual convictions which he had not before\\ndiscovered. The Hope of the World, of course, is love.\\nAnd it is a singular and striking thing that Mr. Hawkes breaks\\ninto the great theme on the further side the animosity and", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTION. 21\\nthe oppression of workers by classes of privileged power, in\\npast days, even until now. It is in fact in the verses of the\\nfirst two parts, The Builders and Pipes of Freedom,\\nthat the vigor and influence of his thought are seen. These\\nare not dilettante versifying they possess heart s blood. This\\nis the key\\nOut of the glow, out of the sunset sky,\\nEver the same, there comes a human cry.\\nStay, Lord hold. Sun a little longer stay\\nBut only deepening shadows make reply.\\nGive me the cup of life, the fool did cry,\\nAnd let me drain it deep, e en though I die!\\nHe took the cup, and drained it to the dregs.\\nThen turned it bottom up, and heaved a sigh.\\nOmar Khayyam, it is plain, and there is much other frank\\nevidence thereof, but what one finds is, after all, the evidence\\nof patience covered in and buoyed up by the grace of that\\nhope inspired by human help and that divine promise which\\nbreathes in the very fact of life.\\nAs for poetry, these stanzas, rather loosely held together\\nby their watchword. Love, are overbrimmed with it. Mr.\\nHawkes has come to his own as jjoet, and cannot be questioned", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "22 INTRODUCTION.\\nof liis place. He uses, but with very great difference, the\\nFitzgerakl quatrain with its third unrhyming line, and it is\\neffective to convey the strong, sonorous message of his in-\\ndignation and warning over the tendencies of our nation. In\\nthis lies his great aim of the present work, simply because\\nthere he assumes the consummate burden which is laid upon\\nthe poet as vates the soothsayer, whom it would be well for\\nthe nation to heed. As another poet has lately written\\nOh, let the angel be at once obeyed\\nThat comes of pardon and of peace to tell.\\nMr. ITawkes s blindness adds nothing to the value of his\\nverse or of his tliought, but also, it must be said, it does not\\nneed to be considered in judging of the merit of his work. It\\nis simply one interesting incident in a poet s career, and is\\nto be judged as other incidents are. That it has had its in-\\nfluence in shaping his contemplation of the earth and its con-\\nflicting dramas, that it has toned down his lightsome heart and\\ndeepened his reflective judgment, is certain. But Mr. Hawk^ s\\nprivation of a precious sense in no respect affects these very\\nnoteworthy songs, and especially leaves untouched the remark-\\nable sequence of stanzas entitled The Hope of the World.\\nCiiAELES Goodrich Whiting.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD.\\nPaet I.\\nTHE BUILDEES.\\nI hear the tramp of empire s pond rous feet,\\nWith hideous hoofs that thunder through the street,\\nThat crush the weak and bear aloft the strong.\\nAnd human agonv is in each beat.\\nb^\\nWhere are the toilers who have labored long,\\nInto whose ear was never breathed a song.\\nWho knew but work all through the wi-etched day.\\nAnd then dull sleep for labor to be strong\\nWhere are the builders of the centuries,\\nLaboring afield and toiling on the seas.\\nUsing for bricks their human hearts and brains.\\nMerging their lives in others destinies\\nWhere are the builders of great water-ways.\\nExpanding ocean into creeks and bays.\\nCutting the cordon of the solid cliff?\\nWe know them not, no poet sings their praise.\\nWhere are these toilers with the pick and spade.\\nBridging the river and the everglade.\\nBeating their heads against the mountain-side,\\nUpon whose back the yoke of earth is laid", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "26 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nWhere are the toilers with the sword and spear\\nFor whom the world has never shed one tear,\\nWho huilded emijire with their sweat and blood\\nTell me, despots, if ye have no fear\\nThe twice ten thousand put to deatli with shame\\nOn wheel or rack or swallowed up in flame\\nAre overshadowed in the lapse of time\\nBy the bright luster of a conqueror s name.\\nCUTTING THE CORDON UF TllK MjLlIi LLlll.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 2]\\nWhere are the millions who have lived and died,\\nCarried their crosses and been crucified,\\nRobbed of their joy e en from the hour of birth,\\nAnd all, to sate a Caesar s haughty pride?\\nWhen God first set the orbit of the stars\\nAnd lashed them each to each with fragile bars\\nOf silver light, /md placed the sun by day\\nTo riile the spheres, where were earth s kings and czars\\nNot all arc fools who wear the jester s gown,\\nFull many a prince hath better played the clown,\\nFor cap and bells may hide a deal of wit\\nWliile oft a pate is addled by a crown.\\nIf God is just, and else He is not God,\\nHe did not make thy fellow-man a clod\\nAnd thee a prince, to rule him by thy might,\\nIs or left a scepter, save His chastening rod.\\nIf truth is right, and else it shall not stand,\\nGod gave the ocean and the beauteous laud\\nWith equal rights unto the sons of men\\nThat all might sec His love and understand.\\nBut how hath man perverted God s decree\\nBy placing bound ries o er the land and sea,\\nThat some may o^vn, where others shall not walk,\\nOr e en enjoy a blossom or a tree.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "28 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nThere is a king whose name is yellow gold\\nAnd at his mart are all things bought and sold\\nPosition, fame, and even love or hate,\\nAnd when he frowns, is himger, want, and cold.\\nHope folds her wings and sits disconsolate,\\nShe cannot soar, when man is wholly sate\\nWith gain of gold, so that he cannot see\\nThe angels Trutii and Beauty at his gate.\\nGod giveth rest unto the sons of men,\\nMan planneth toil within the sweater s den.\\nToil in the mines and toil upon the plains,\\nRest for the one, but labor for the ten.\\nTHE BUILDERS.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WOKI.D AND OTHER POEMS.\\nO ci nniMiiifi walls of Ninevelis and Troys,\\nThe child who builds a block honsp with his toys\\nIlatli labored e en as ye, yet ruin came\\nAnd neither builder sees why God destroys.\\nPalatial city, with thy turrets tall,\\n^Yhose con(]uerini; sword did vanquish one and all.\\nSo great thou wast, so sated with thy strength,\\nThou didst nut heed tile writing un the wall.\\npyraniiils ()f Egypt, wondrous, vast,\\nIdiy kings and queens unto their deeds have passed.\\nAnd thou shalt fall as sure as Ilorus shines\\nAnd royal ashes to the desert cast.\\nIs this sad wall, of dai k and crund)ling stones.\\nThat tiine hath eaten like a dead man s bones,\\nThe bulwark of old Rome who ruled the world\\nAnd bnilded empire from a hundred thrones\\nJerusalem, of Daxid and of Said,\\nRiches and fame came quickly at thy call,\\nBut on thy crown there is a crimson stain\\nSince Christ was crucitied beneath thy wall.\\nO song of Eden, when the -^vorld was young,\\nBefore the heart of man by greed was wi ung,\\nBreathe in my soul thy strains of pure desire\\nThat I mav siu a son in heaven s toncue.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "30 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nlet Christ s spirit through the world awake,\\nLet hands reach down and hands degenerate take,\\nLet shoulders strong bear burdens for the weak.\\nLet love abide e en for the whole world s sake.\\nYEA, DIE FOR LIBERTY.\\nPart 11.\\npipes of feeedom.\\nPoor Liberty a nomad with a tent,\\nMoving from land to land, half naked, six-nt\\nWith toil of travel and with hunger gaunt.\\nSheltered a day, then onward rudely sent\\nO God! how many an Arnold Winkelricd\\nMust fall upon the spears, and wounded, bleed.\\nYea, die for liberty, before the world\\nThy righteous mandate will forever heed", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 3 1\\nO Christ! how many a deed of sacrifice\\nHave brave men done between Thy day and this\\nAnd yet the Avorld rolls on, all unconcerned,\\nAVliilo brave men feel the sting- of Judas kiss.\\nWhere patriots fall, by ruthless tyrants slain,\\nThe blood-root grows to memorize the stain\\nAnd each small blade of grass for justice cries,\\nThis is the spot beliold it! Cain! Cain! Cain!\\nSin on our soul and blood upon our hands\\nFiUl-gorged and sate, the demon war god stands,\\nHis heinous hoof upon the neck of truth.\\nHis path of fire and smoke across brave lands.\\nWith fire and smoke man covers up the sky.\\nBy smoke and tire tlie trei S and grasses die;\\nLoved homesteads fall and cities sink to dust,\\nAnd through the land resounds the orphan s cry.\\n.1\\nJustice to all and favors unto none\\nIf we would hold the laurels we have won\\nXor mould our comitry to the old world s creed\\nThat crushes thousands, to uphold the one.\\nWhen we shall own the brotherhood of men,\\nJustice for all and not for one in ten,\\nFreedom for all under a common law,\\nWill war and discord cease, and not till then.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "32 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nGod give lis peace! the hills and valleys cry,\\nChrist give us I cst from war the zephyrs sigh\\nThe hrooks and hirds are interceding, too,\\nBnt only hideons eaniiim make reply.\\nEach patriot martyr who for truth luitli bled\\nifust turn uneasy in his narrow bed,\\nTo hear again the tramp of marching feet,\\nTo know once more the axe of war is red.\\nO war s Gehenna, tragedy of hell,\\nAmbition s curse, through which old empires fell.\\nThy heinous sword has caused more teai s to flow\\nThan from all other causes ever fell.\\nAre brave men then so plenty tliat we feed\\nThe vultn-re and the jackal on their seed\\nGive carrion to the crows but human flesh,\\nFor nol)ler ends, humanity hath need.\\nIf war must rear its hideous Cyclops head.\\nIts mangled living and its butchered dead.\\nBe strong, O sons of Liberty, and strike\\nUntil the robes of tyranny are red.\\nAmid the shock, the grind, the sulphurous glare.\\nThe crush of empire, and the wild despair\\nOf sleepless nights, that turn the heart to stone,\\nO God of mercy, hear a mother s prayer", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "O war s GEHENNA, TRAGEDY OF HEI.L.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE HOl E OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\n35\\nCan we teach Christ imto benighted souls.\\nWhen throiigli their land the tide of battle rolls,\\nWhen hearth and lunne with fire we desecrate,\\nAnd everv hand its enp of sorrow holds?\\nEach dro]i of liiniian blood that we shall spill,\\nEach human aspiration we shall kill,\\nShall be a tongue to cry aloud each day\\nFor us to hear, a tongue that naught can still.\\nOur father Line(.)ln unce in wisdom said\\nFor every drop of blood that we have shed\\nBeneath the lash, a drop of ours must flow\\nE en though it run until the sea be red.\\nIn each man s soul there is a spark of God,\\nIt matters not be he the meanest clod,\\nAnd when we shackle hands that God made free,\\nRemember then His spirit is downtrod.\\nEACH BLADE OF GRASS FOR JUSTICE CRIES.\\nr", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "36 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nThere is implanted in each human breast,\\nThat God himself has recognized and blest,\\nA deep desire for liberty and truth,\\nAnd on this hope humanity must rest.\\nThere is no path that lies twixt right and wning,\\nTf \\\\vc shall crush the weak when we are strong,\\nThe strong shall crush us some day when we faint.\\nAnd we shall feel the cudgel and the thong-.\\nfe-\\nChrist lifted up His cross on Calvary\\nFrom tyranny of sin to set men free;\\nShall we annul His awful sacritice\\nBetter a millstone sink us in the sea\\nT is not a case of might, but worthiness,\\nGod comforts those who seek His holiness,\\nChrist smiles on those who wear His crown of thorns,\\nHis comrades, they who share in His distress.\\nThink not because the sentence cometh late,\\nThat thou shalt foil the iron hand of fate;\\nGod waits for man, love helps Him to endure\\nThe things He hates,- He will not always wait.\\nThy kingdom come upon this world indeed!\\nTeach us, O T.ord, the emptiness of greed.\\nOf gaining all and yet of having naught\\nShow us the way e en though our feet shall bleed.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\n17\\nBy Christ s dead body and its winding sheet,\\nBv all the nail prints in His hands and feet,\\nI pray, O legislators men of state,\\nThat justice unto all inaidcind ye mete.\\nPakt III.\\nA jVicuit of despaik.\\nThe rose may bloom and blnsh its life away.\\nBut man abides his time, the foolish say\\nMan is a transient at this earthly inn,\\nlie eats and sleeps, then passes on his way.\\nhe eats and sleeps, then passes UN HIS WAY.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "38 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nHeart of the smi, a-quiver in the rose,\\nTo-day the buds, to-morrow are the blows,\\nTo-day the child, to-morrow is the man,\\nA little Slimmer e er the time of snows.\\nGarden of hopes, where childhood s blossoms grew,\\nFed by the snn and watered by the dew.\\nHow broken are thy flowers, how faded now.\\nHow fnll of thorns, which childhood never knew!\\nDown to my cell a prisoner I go,\\nWhore loved ones sleep, a melancholy row,\\nA i^risoner for life, the sentence read,\\nOr was it death I really do not know.\\nIsly dungeon is a narrow six by twn,\\nNo sun, no rain, no blossoms and no dew,\\nA musty place of crumbling wood and bones,\\nWitli naught but sleep and sleep the ages through.\\nIt is not much to have so small a plot\\nIn which to sleep and sleeping be forgot,\\nBut if we leave behind tliis endless pain\\nAnd thoughts of death, we siidiild not shun the spot.\\nDown in the damj) where mold and fungus grow,\\nHow shall I hear my little brook-friend flow.\\nOr see the daisies ope their wond ring eyes,\\nAnd if dear robin calls, how shall I know", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "IN WHICH TO SLEEP AMI SLEEPING KE FORGOT.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 4I\\nTf we sliall sleep and sleeping pass away,\\nE en like the clew that vanishes by day.\\nTo what fair land shall this brave spirit roam,\\nAnd wlio shall lialiit then this house of c-lay t\\nThere comes a whisper in the half-grown grass\\nWas it a thought of God that swift did pass,\\nOr was it just the elffolk dancing by\\nTo keej) thrir trysts I cannot tell, alas!\\nIf we coidd cut this carnal envelope\\nAnd read tlie letter that s within, would Hope\\nRise np triumphant to the skies,\\nOr would she fold her wings and sit and mope\\nThere is a lock upon the castle gate,\\nWill death give up the key if we but wait\\nWithin is God and shelter for mankind,\\nWithoiit is man, cold, hiuigry, desolate.\\nWhen God shall come in beauty and in truth,\\nDividing spirit from its carnal woof.\\nShall man emerge from gloom to grope in light?\\nFor in that hour what soul shall stand aloof?\\nShall Ave lose all emerging then from self.\\nLike ancient books be laid upon the shelf,\\nBecause once read we are no longer strange\\nBetter a world of sin and a grain of self.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "42 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nOut of tlie glow, out of tlie sunset sky,\\nEver the same, there comes a human cry;\\nStay, Lord, liold, sun, a little longer stay.\\nBut only deeiu iiing shadows make reply.\\nbut only DEEPEM.NG MiAlJuWs MAKE REPLY.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 43\\nTlie birth of seasons and the dawn of years,\\nThe fall of blossoms and the fall of tears,\\nThe hope for joy, and the cup of pain,\\nAre all life s tragedy of Innnan fears.\\nGive nie the cup of life, the fool did cry,\\nAnd let me drain it deep, e en thongh I die\\nHe took the cup and drained it to the dregs,\\nThen turned it bottom n]i and heaved a sigh.\\nUring me a liarji, the master minstrel said,\\nFor on this day will ]iain and pleasure wed:\\nThe harp was brought, tliG wedding feast was\\nNow thorns and roses flourish in one bed.\\nai l\\nO, what are dreams that they should seem so true\\nAnd from this earthly dream of me and you\\nShall we awake some morn to find it naught,\\nA phantom night from which creation grew\\nHere is a puzzle, friend behold this rose.\\nFalling to dust and going no man knows\\nJust how or where; canst thou it re-create,\\nRefashion it for either eye, or nose?\\nThe falling leaves, methinks, are nature s tears.\\nShed by the forest when tlie first frost sears\\nIts aspirations for eternal yiiuth\\nAnd how like falling leaves are human fears!", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "44 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nThere is no space that is quite infinite\\nUnto its Maker earth is Lnt a bit,\\nUnto the fly a little space is all.\\nEach magnifies his rrahn to suit his wit.\\nGrief came to me with piteous eves one clay\\nAnd bade me look on her; I turned away.\\nWhen lo! she stood before nie naked quite,\\nMy eyes grew sudden dim, my locks turned g ray.\\nThere is a thorn beneath the fairest blodui.\\nBeyond each j^erfect day the shadows gloom.\\nThe marriage bell foretells the l ell that tolls,\\nx\\\\nd all the world s a sepulchre, or tomb.\\nOf-tf J(.-.\\nGOD IS THE SUN, THE WARMTH, THE WONIIER, ANIi THE Mll.HI.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 45\\nPakt IV.\\nTHE D.VWiSr OK FAITH.\\nGrief held me e en as bv a single hair\\nOver a gulf of utter blank despair,\\nYet, by this thread I climbed unto the height\\nOf one bright star and saw that God was there.\\nTaith is a bridge on which we rest our feet,\\nCool, canopied, to shade ns from the heat\\nOf our inventions, which do war with faith,\\nA bridge that leadeth to God s mercy seat.\\nGod is the sun, the warmth, the wonder and the might,\\nThe perfect morning after darkest niglit,\\nA song of joy after a dirge of ]iain.\\nThe heart beat in a bosom that is light.\\nGod s angels are His thoughts, that day and uiglit\\nWatch over us, upholding truth and right\\nSwifter they are than anything we know.\\nAnd worhls to them are as a feather light.\\nWlien Goil of old revealed to man His might,\\nHis face was always iiidden from their sight,\\nLest they that saw through seeing might lose all.\\nE en as the sun absorI)s all lesser light.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "46\\nTHE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nWe cannot stray beyond our Shepherd s keep,\\nOut of the pastures where He feeds His sheep\\nAll tlirough this life we feel the gentle crook,\\nAnd then at last God smiles when mortals weep.\\nOver the frozen earth God lays His hands,\\nAnd it is Spring, all nature understands\\nThe touch divine, and all the earth is glad\\nE en to the smallest grain of ocean s sands.\\nALL NATURE UNDERSTANDS THE TOUCH DIVINE.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER TOEMS. 4\\nHope rules the world when Spring comes back again.\\nTears are forgotten in the April rain,\\nJoy fills the cup unto the bubbling brim,\\nFor love is written in the field and lane.\\nHymns in the woods and iinthcnis by the sea,\\nSinging afield and warbling on the lea,\\nChonis of wind and solo of the rill,\\n0, wondrous strains of nature s rhapsody!\\nSoul of the mountain, soid of the monarch pine.\\nSpirit of earth that wanders with the wind.\\nHeart of the torrent pulsing Avild and free.\\nThese si)irits brave are kindred unto mine.\\nA pleasant thougiit that when this body goes\\nBack to its native earth, perhaps a rose\\nMay blossom from the dust that it is made,\\nAnd some sick child may hold it to his nose.\\nThe wind, the rain, the sunshine, and the dew,\\n^Vll heljD to bring the flowers to me and you,\\nAnd so in life the mingled good and ill\\nShall teach us truth, and make our hearts more true.\\nThere is a something in the earth and air\\nThat holds my spirit from a dull despair,\\nA sense of life beyond our utmost ken,\\nA kinship with all life, somehow, somewhere.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "48\\nTHE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nWhen liop e deferred dntli ope its petals wide,\\nUnfolding tnith for which the heart has sighed,\\nHow fragrant is the mora with that late rose,\\nHow sweet with truth that early bloom denied!\\nGrief came to me one night in sore distress,\\nI conld not make her sorrow more or less.\\nBut gentle words I gave, sweet ministry.\\nWhen lo my own grief turned to happiness.\\nGrief drew me down, e en to the depths i f hell.\\nWitli pain and bitterness too dark to tell\\nLove found nie there and led me l)y the hand\\nI nder his lialevon skies, and all was wi ll.\\nTHKRK IS SOMETHING IN THK EARTH ANI AIR.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OK THE WORLD AND OTHER I OEMS. 49\\nThe restless wind once said unto the I ose,\\nTlieve is a vale where brighter flora grows\\nThan in this clime the rosebud blushed and said,\\nGod placed me here, jierliaps our Fatiier knows.\\nTo wear thy heavy cross without a frown.\\nBearing life s load where others lay it down,\\nHo2)ing, enduring to the bitter end.\\nThis is the test of streng-th, and Heaven s crown.\\nPakt Y.\\nthk hope ol- the world.\\nDeejj calls unto deep and planets unto stars,\\nSun unto earth and enus unto Mars,\\nAll sjDace, all matter, calls unto its own,\\nAcross the void that human progress bars.\\nWe know God by the deeds that He has done;\\nThis noble earth, the stars, the moon, the sun.\\nAll wondrous fair, and made for our delight,\\nEeniin l us houi ly i the perfect One.\\nGod breathed a breatli and from TTis nostrils blew\\nTen thousand worlds that tiirough dim vastness flew\\nSo great His power, and yet each blade of grass\\nWas fashioned fair and everv flower lie knew.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "50 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nWlien blows the tempest in tbe forest trees,\\nUntil they thrash their arms and bend their knees,\\nDidst ever think this is God s symphony.\\nHis wind-harp striking chords in minor keys\\nWhen God doth love, His thoughts become so bright\\nThat all the suns and stars renew their light\\nBut if His love should cease. His thoughts to burn,\\nThe worlds would sudden be in darkest night.\\nIf shadows are but substance half defined,\\nMay not the shadows falling on mankind\\nE en point our vision to the perfect light.\\nThat seen full force, our feeble sight might blind?\\nand f.vkrv flower he knew.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 5 I\\nWe cannot flee from God s infinitude,\\nHo boundetli all with endless fathcrliood,\\nO er land and sea lie broodeth with His wings,\\nE en as the mother-fowl above lier brood.\\nWe ask of God a miracle to-day,\\nE en as the Pharisees of old did say,\\nShow ns a sign, yet miracles abound\\nAt every turn upon life s varied way.\\nUpon my back the load has ligliter grown.\\nSince God s own Son descended from His throne\\nAnd took on flesh and di-ained the cup of death.\\nYet did nut die, but claimed lis for His own.\\nGive me, O Lord, a little grace each day,\\nTeach my rebellious lips each night to say,\\nThy will be done, and with the morning light\\nGive faith to see one step on duty s way.\\nLet all the sin, the bitterness in me.\\nPass like the wind over a summer sea,\\nLet shame and guilt be melted as the snow,\\nAnd leave my soul for truth and fancy free.\\nUnto the great soul truth alone is great,\\nThe menial mind the love of Christ would sate\\nWith its own groveling, its own appetite,\\nThus man is arbiter of his own fate.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nEacli deed we do that Christ s loxe could not bless\\nShall make oiir own love just so much the less,\\nShall be an insect eating at oui- rose,\\nThe flower of life tliat we call happiness.\\nMan is at once a suppliant and king.\\nTruth is his cro^^^^, and love his offering;\\nThe robe of truth and beauty he may wear,\\nOr in the dust his garment he may fling.\\nWhen man shall lose the life that is his own,\\nFor which he stands supreme, apart, alone,\\nHis self is dead, and though the body lives.\\nIt matters not, it is but flesh and bone.\\nWlien sorrow takes us sternly liy the iiand\\nAnd leads us qiiicldy to an unknown land,\\nBy jagged paths that wound our naked feet.\\nHold thou, O Lord of love, our other hand.\\nT were joy indeed to cleave this grassy mound.\\nAnd rise to heaven at a single bound.\\nAnd find at once the key to mystery.\\nInstead of mounting upward round by round.\\nA love for all God s creatures, small or great,\\nA lack of malice, envy, gi-eed, and hate,\\nA look, a word, kind, simple, and sincere,\\nThese are the thini;s tliat make man truly great.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "1\\n^H|\\n1\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0\\\\v--\\nwi\\n1\\n1\\nt\\n1\\n^^^^^^^^^^^K^\\n1\\n1\\nF\\n1\\nxO\\ni;,\\ni^^\\n4\\nA\\ni\\n1\\n_\u00e2\u0096\u00a0\\n1\\nia\u00c2\u00a3L\\ni\\nf\\ni\\n1\\ni\\n^B^^^^^\\ny... v^gM\\n1\\n1\\nIm\\n^9\\n^H\\nP\\n1\\n1\\n1\\nm\\ni\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00c2\u00ab3\\nI\\nm\\n^i^^^^^\\na*-\\n1\\nu ER LAMl AND SEA HE DROOIIETH W I IH HIS WINGS.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 5$\\nTHE BIRD CHORUS.\\nSING, ROBIN, SING.\\nSing, robin, sing, another song for me,\\nSing, robin, sing of human destiny,\\nFor my soul is heavy, and I fain wonld wake\\nMem ries that are sleeping, ere the heartstrings break.\\nSing, mistress, sing ni)on my orchard tree.\\nGladly would I sing another song for thee,\\nBut my nest has fallen and the magic note\\nQuivers like an arrow in the songster s throat.\\nSing, robin, sing, you and I together,\\nNor mind the aching in our hearts, nor mind the stormy\\nweather\\nO, we 11 sing of human sorrow and the cadence of our pen\\nWill lV)rever find an answer in the br iken hearts of men.\\nHEY, ROBERT LINCOLN.\\nHey, Robert Lincoln, down in the meadows,\\nSinging thy praises unto tlio morn.\\nCourting the sunbeams, shunning the shadows,\\nTrilling and tojipling over the corn.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "56 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nIlev, Robert Lincoln, tell me the reason\\nWliy thon art ever o erflowing with mirth,\\nHast thou not heard of a dark winter season\\nWiien the glad suid)eanis tlee frcmi the earth i\\nIlev, Robert Lincoln, thon art a fellow\\nWho never conldst carol life s tcnderest song,\\nChasing the simbeams over a shallow\\nTells lis not whether the current he strong.\\nISiiiPftft\\nCHASINC, THE SUNBEAMS OVER A SHALLOW.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE HOl E OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 57\\nTilE SKVLAKK S SOXG.\\nUjjward, upward, upward mounting,\\nLike an arrow from a bow.\\nSinging ever as the fountain.\\nWhen the scented breezes blow,\\nSwiftly, as a lover goes,\\nShyly, as unfolds the rose,\\nSoars the skylark to the sun.\\nEre the day has well begun.\\nUpward, iipward, upward soaring,\\nAs the heart mounts iqi at bliss.\\nAll his little soul outpouring.\\nLike a maiden in her kiss\\nSinging that the world may hear,\\nSinging to its dull old ear,\\nSee the skylark s radiant form\\nLike a sunbeam through the storm.\\nUpward, upward, upward springing.\\nLike bright Flora from the sod.\\nLike the skylark in his singing.\\nLet my soul mount up to God", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nSinging, singing, as I go,\\nLeaving eartlily things below\\nCasting Iiiiman gi-ief away,\\nLet me mount to perfect day.\\nTHE Wiril -POOR-WILl/8 SOXG.\\nThe whiji-poor-will sang on a summer s eve,\\nWhen tlie dusk and the dew were falling,\\nA song of woe for the world ti Aveave;\\nSo ever he was calling,\\nWhiji-poor-will, whip-poor-will, down by the mill,\\nWhip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, imder the hill,\\nWhip-i^oor-will, whip-poor-will, sorrowing still.\\nWHIP-POOR-WILL, WHIP-POOR-WILL, UNDER THE HILL.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OP THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\n59\\nTlie wliip-iDoor-will sang througli the summer night,\\nSang to a heart that was aching,\\nThrilled it and willed it to overflow qnite.\\nAnd kept it forever from breaking.\\nWhip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, down by the mill,\\nAVhip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, under the hill,\\nWhip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, sorrowing still.\\nA XIGHTIXGALE SOXG.\\nSinging in the gloaming, when the day is ending,\\nSinging to the pale moon and the evening star.\\nSinging to the toiler who is homeward wending,\\nTo his humble cottage where his treasures are.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "6o THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nSinging, singing, singing till his throat is sore,\\nSinging to the heavens and my lattice door.\\nSinging in the starlight, he the riistv coated,\\nSinging to the welkin when the world s at rest,\\nSinging- in the silence, he the silver throated,\\nSinging to his l;)ird-love and his hidden nest.\\nSinging, singing, singing till his throat is sore,\\nSinging to the heavens ajid my lattice door.\\nTBILLS AXD TUBNS.\\nTHE VIOLIX.\\nT)id some poor human heart in grief and sin,\\nT.ie huried whoi o the tree trnid drawing in\\nThe damp and mold, did feed upon its pain,\\nTill grief was Imildcd in the violin\\nlove s invocatiox.\\nThe dew is on the rose, my love, my light.\\nLove whispers in the wind of thee, this night.\\nMy heart is tremliling like a frighted leaf.\\nCome forth, my love, come forth, my sonl s deliglit.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 6 1\\nA BOUQUET.\\nLilies for thoughts as pure, my love, as thiue,\\nKoses for those that guilty blush like mine,\\nEoses and lilies in one fair bouquet,\\nCome closer, love, thy arms about me twine.\\nman s sacrilege.\\nGod taught the bird his rhaj^sody to sing,\\nGod gave him motion and the joy of wing\\nMan can destroy the songster and the song,\\nAnd still, to God, make daily offering.\\nDOES SHE KNOW\\nIJpon the groimd I lie and hold my ear\\nClose to the sod, where surely I may hear\\nDear mother, I am bending o er thy bed,\\nI 11 ask this daisy if she knows I m here.\\nTEAES AT DAWN.\\nWlaat is the matter, little violet.\\nWhy are the lashes of thine eyes so wet?\\nDid some one come and kiss thee in the night,\\nAnd this fair morning didst thy love forget", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "62 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nTHE ENVOY.\\nWho is this herald thund riug at the gate,\\nUpon a foaming steed that will not wait\\nHaste, open wide, and d(.i not anger him;\\nHe is an envoy from the realm of fate.\\nALL IS WELL.\\nThe grass grows green, just where her hei O fell,\\nHis grave is gniarded b} an asphodel.\\nAnd phoenix-like, truth blossoms from his dust\\nTo tell the livina- that the dead are well.\\nTHE LITTLE STAR.\\nA little star once said unto the night,\\nThou art so vast, mine is so small a light\\nYet forth he went to battle with the dark.\\nAnd myriads more came forth to view the fight.\\nMY HEAVEN.\\nLet heaven s choir and chorister be birds,\\nIts verdant fields l e filled with flocks and herds,\\nWith tiny rivers laughing do\\\\\\\\Ti each slope.\\nAnd for disquietude be gentle words.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nWilli 11-NV KlVKKi l.AUGlliNC DOWN EACH SLOPK.\\nFALLEN PETALS.\\nYes, one by one the petals of my rose\\nAre swiftly falling- while tiie night wind blows\\nWill they eontinne falling one by one\\nUntil alone the thorny calyx shows\\nWHO BARTERS MAN.\\nWho barters man, himself shall not be free,\\nOne woman s tears are all earth s misery,\\nWhere human flesh and blood are bought and sold\\nThe curse of Cain upon that land shall be.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "64 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nMY WORLD.\\nA little joy within the cup of life,\\nA little home, a sweetheart and a wife,\\nA love of truth, and hope for all mankind,\\nThis is enough to nerve the arm for strife.\\nA MEMORY.\\nWhat s in the fragrance of a violet,\\nThat it should make my eyes grow sudden wet?\\nMy motlier held some in her tired hand,\\nThe last I saw, metliinks she holds them yet.\\nart s secret.\\nT is not the skillful brush, the pigment s flow,\\nThat maketh hearts to thrill and tears to flow;\\nIt is the soul within the painter s eyes\\nThat, focused long, doth make the canvas glow.\\nfreedom afield.\\nFreedom for heart and freedom for the mind.\\nIn open fields and meadows man may find.\\nBut in this prison-walled metropolis\\nHe lives half-stifled, soul and body blind.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE HOrE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 65\\nI kLkl.u.M Al ItLI/\\nHEAVEN IS ABOUT US.\\nHeaven is about ns in the earth and air,\\nGod is above, below, and everywhere.\\nHe watcheth as a mother o er her child\\nEach evening when it kneels with her in prayer.\\nTHE RAINBOW.\\nShe heaves in sight just when the storm clouds lift,\\nA wondrous painted boat between the rift\\nAll without canvas and without a crew,\\nUpon a sea of light, she goes adrift.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "66 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nGKEED.\\nWhen love of gold shall fill the human mind,\\nTill man forgets, and is no longer kind\\nTo darkened lands that know no law, no light,\\nAnd grope for truth, then he, himself, is blind.\\nA BIT OF HEAVEN.\\nCan heaven be more beautiful than Spring,\\nWhen from their caves the nimble wood-nymphs spring\\nTo scatter wild flowers in among the grass,\\nWhile overhead the birds of hea\\\\ en sing?\\nTHE PRESENT JOY.\\nBe light, my heart, the world is fair to-day,\\nEejoice, my soul, it is not always May,\\nFor when the Winter howls about thy bed.\\nFor Summer s beauty vainly shalt thou pray.\\nPOOR ISRAEL.\\nPoor Israel coming from captivity,\\nWliere God by miracles had set her free.\\nSaw not the truth, nor did she understand\\nWien Pharaoh s host was swallowed by the sea.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "HKART OF THl", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\n69\\nMISCELLANEOUS POEMS.\\nTHE OTHER DAY.\\nThe other day we played upon the lea,\\nWhere neath the grass a nimble river ran.\\nBut now I hear the murmur of the sea,\\nAnd we are turning home as we began\\nThe other day we dreamed of things afar.\\nBut now we hear the breakers on the bar.\\nWHERE neath THE GRASS A NIMBLE RIVER RAN.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nTlie other day we grew to manhood s strength,\\nIts hours were long and full of anxious care,\\nBut then we toiled and gloried in their length\\nAnd laughed at wrinkles and at silver hair\\nWhen Ave were young with strength to toil and plan,\\nBut O, my friend, how swift the river ran\\n!Now bowed by years we stand beside the gate.\\nLife s golden hours have passed us, one by one.\\nWhen we were young for time we could not wait.\\nBut now, alas, om- little hour is done.\\nThe other day life seemed an endless span.\\nBut 0, my friend, how swift the river ran\\nALONE.\\nAlone man draws his first uncertain breath,\\nAlone he journeys to the vale of death,\\nAlone through life in rapture or despair\\nBearing his cross which others may not share.\\nTHE UNBIDDEN GUEST.\\nEarth s greatest guest the other night\\nCame knocking, knocking at our door.\\nWe did not open with delight\\nBut did tearfully implore\\nHim to leave us aud not vex us\\nW^ith his shadow on the floor.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nBut the stranger did not hear us,\\nFor he lingered in the hall\\nAnd was ever, ever near iis.\\nIn the springtime and the fall,\\nAnd e shuddered at the nearness\\nOf his shadow on the wall.\\nBut at last we learned to know him\\nAs a true friend in disguise\\nWhen no longer we did show him\\nThat dundi terror in our eyes,\\nThen he vanished like the phantom\\nOf tlie desert aud the skies.\\nAT THE THRESHOLD.\\nJust on the threshold, thougli my locks are gray,\\nWaiting for morning and the break of day\\nWaiting till time shall slip the heavy bar\\nTo ope the door and see things as they are.\\nTEAES FOR THE LIVING.\\nMourn for tlie living, but grieve not for the dead\\nNo more their eyes with weeping will he red,\\nISTo more their hearts with aching will be numb,\\nISTo more their Hj^s for sorrow will be dumb;\\nNo more their sleep shall end in dreams of fright,\\nNo more their day shall banished be, by night.\\nBut theirs to sleep from care and sorrow free\\nUntil they wake in God s eternity.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "72 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nANOTHER DAT.\\nThere is one comfort at the setting sun,\\nOne consolation when the day is done;\\nIts toil is o er, its bitterness is past.\\nAnd can no more their shadow on von cast.\\nWHEN THE DAY IS DONE.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 73\\nFOLLY AND FRIENDSHIP.\\nThe thing man knows the least, he loves the best,\\nFor ever on the unlvno^^^l he nmst look\\nHis honored friend is like a tinie-wom book,\\nBoth laid aside to please a transient guest,\\nThe friend he knoAvs the least, he loves the best.\\nThe heart of man is like a bird, at rest\\nWhen winging to some imdiscovered nook,\\nAnd like the restless wind, and like the brook\\nThat ever seeks the ocean with new zest,\\nThe world it knows the least it loves the best.\\nTIRED HANDS.\\nFolded they lie upon her tranquil breast.\\nMy mother s tired liands, their labor done,\\nKnotted and scarred in battles they have won,\\nWorn to the quick by love s uiikind behest.\\nPulseless they lie, while from the crimson west\\nA flood of gioiy from the setting sun\\nShines on her face I hear the deep well done,\\nGod s angelus that calls her soul to rest.\\nFound is the Holy Grail of knightly quest\\nHere in her home, where such brave deeds were done\\nAs knight ne er saw since chivalry begun.\\nShe suffered, toiled, and died, God knows the rest,\\nAnd if Christ s crovra shines not above her cross\\nThen all is loss, immeasurable loss.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "74 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nAN EASTEK MESSAGE.\\nOut. of the blixe, oiit of the vast niiknown,\\nThrilling the stars with love s triumphant tone,\\nCometh a message by the breezes blown.\\nCometh a song to all down-trodden men,\\nFull of compassion easy for their ken,\\nChrist loves us no\\\\v e en as lie loved us then.\\ngod s lEANDATE.\\nWhen God first breathed the breath of life in man.\\nAnd over all creation gave him sway,\\nThis was His mandate, so the angels say\\nThou art My son, ily heir all through the span\\nOf endless feons since the days began,\\nI ve dreamed of thee, thou wert My child alway\\nBehold all things I give to thee this day\\nThat thou mayst see My love and understand.\\nAnd this I ask, this is My one decree\\nBe faithfiil to the trust I place in thee\\nAnd from thy heart let no base impulse spring.\\nDefile not these, the things that I have made.\\nFear naught but sin, of grief be not afraid,\\nNor even death, for I am Lord and King.\\nlove s AWAKENING.\\nLove laid him down in the shade to sleep\\nOnce in the month of ilay\\nA rustic maid, her tryst to keep,\\nDid chance to come his way", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nShe stooped to pick a violet,\\nWhen Cupid quick upgot\\nShe wears the flower on her bosom yet,\\nA sweet forget-me-not.\\nA DEEAM OF DEATH.\\nOnce in the silent hours, while all things slept.\\nAnd night s dark mantle o er the broad earth lay,\\nI fell asleep, too weary e en to pray\\nThen on my vision from the sky there swept\\nA wondrous host, while God s oa\\\\ti beauty leapt\\nIn dazzling radiance about their way;\\nWith rhythmic wings they came, while far away\\nEnthralling music through the stillness crept.\\nUpon a silver cloud they lifted me.\\nAs light as air it seemed and perfect rest\\nWas in its every fold then swift we passed\\nThrough time and space beyond life s serried sea.\\nTill my tired head was laid on Jesus breast,\\nWith pain and grief and death forever past.\\nTEANSITION.\\nIf man could go from lowest depths of sin\\nAt on\u00c2\u00a9 great bound to heaven s high estate.\\nThen heaven were worse than hell and love than hate,\\nFor thev must strive for truth who enter in.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "78 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nA BLOSSOM FROM MEMORY.\\nO priest or priestess robed in pink and white,\\nSwinging your censer when the breezes stir,\\nWith sweetest fragrance fill the starry night.\\nAnd let me dream awhile the joys that were.\\nOMNIPEESENCE.\\nHe sees and feels, supports and strengtliens all,\\nThe stars like sheep come quickly at His call.\\nThe bud unfolds, up-reaching to His face.\\nIn smallest things we see omniscient grace,\\nHe stays the ocean with a grain of sand,\\nThe blade -of grass He covers with His baud.\\nHe is the source, the author, and the end,\\nThe rich man s God, the poor man s only friend\\nThen pain and death and bitterness are naught,\\nIf into life His perfect love is wrought.\\nTO MILTOX.\\nIf out of thy deep gloom could come such rays divine\\nFrom truth s celestial star, that only deigns to shine\\nWith such pure light as thine thrice in a thovisand years,\\nI jiray that my poor eyes may blinded be by tears\\nTill God shall understand my deep humility\\nAnd, through my blinded eyes, my sightless soul may see.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\n79\\nEEJUVEXATIOX.\\nWith a sense of something growing,\\nSomething stirring in the earth,\\nBlossoms forming, ri\\\\-ers flowing,\\nISTature rising to new birth,\\nHow the heart of man grows lighter,\\nAnd a new hoyc in liim stirs,\\nAs creation folds him tighter.\\nAnd he lays his heart to hers.\\n4.-\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0rt*.s\\n.1\\n1\\n1\\n1\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0BLOSSOMS FORMING, RIVEKS FLUVVING.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "8o THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nTHE patriot s PBAYEE.\\nGod of love, look down ou us to-night\\nWliere camp fires burn beneath Thy tender stars,\\nSons of the battlefield, with many scars,\\nWhose only lamp of hope is freedom s light;\\nWho turn not backward, nor to left nor right.\\nWhom death and hell and liideous prison bars\\nCannot dismay, who, clinging to the spars\\nOf their wrecked ship of state, thovigh sinking, fight.\\nO God, have mercy on these war-sick men\\nAs Thou of old didst rescue from the den\\nOf lions one brave soul, so resciTC these\\nWith guilt and crime forever brand the name\\nOf conqueror, and stamp with direst shame\\nBrute force that crimson turns the rivers and the seas.\\nHEAVEN.\\nMan is not set within a jasper wall\\nWhere he is good perforce and cannot fall,\\nBut heaven is a self-appointed state\\nOf man grown strong in triith, by love made great.\\nO TE OF LITTLE FAITH.\\nThe sun, the rain, the seasons, and the flowers.\\nThe joy, the truth, the a?ons, and the hours.\\nAll come by God s decree, by Him are made.\\nThen wherefore tremble wherefore be afraid", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\n81\\nTHOUGHTS FOE NOVEMBER.\\nN^ow is the boundary line twixt gviiwtli and deartli,\\n^V]len \\\\\\\\-aning Aiitnnm, as the days grow dim,\\nWith wrinkled leaves, like hands, implores of him\\nWhose iron fingers soon shall clutch the earth,\\nA few more davs in which to scatter mirth\\nWHKN WANING AUTUMN, AS THE DAVS GROW DIM.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "82 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nAcross the dreary world to ocean s rim;\\nA few moi e sparkling drops of joy to swim\\nUpon Life s cup, ere all that came to birth\\nShall fade and die, returned to mother earth.\\nSo man in his Kovember oft will pray\\nFor one more chance, for one more weary day\\nIn which to live and strive to prove his worth,\\nThough life is dearth and death is Paradise,\\nHe cannot see it for the veil before his eyes.\\nTHE HEART OF MAN A FLOWER.\\nIf the heart of man were but a flower\\nThat God had planted here\\nFor a summer s day, in a snnny bower,\\nThen never a sigh or tear\\nIf the heart of man were bnt a rose\\nWith never a frost to sear\\nBut the summer comes and tlie blossom goes,\\nJSTo one knows whither, dear.\\nALTITUDE.\\nThis feather from the golden eagle s wing\\nHatli seen the world, a pageant, neath it swing.\\nThe gray old sea, a wi inkled monster, crawl,\\nWhere Himalaya was a twisted string.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 83\\nENOUGH FOR ME.\\nI do not ask that augol throngs stand by\\nTo swing the gates ajar, when I draw nigh,\\nAnd bid me enter in the Master s name\\nBut bowed and broken, full of grief and shame,\\nMay I just enter in on hands and knees,\\nKnowing that He oiir human weakness sees,\\nAnd covers o er the heart by sorrow broke\\nWith His vast pity, even as a ck ak,\\nAnd turns to gain the seeming bitter loss.\\nAnd shapes a cro\\\\vn from out the heavy cross.\\nTRUTH IS GOD.\\nIf one small grain of truth should die,\\nAnd fade into oblivion,\\nThe world would zigzag through the sky,\\nAnd God himself would be undone.\\nRESIGNATION.\\nDried are the tears that sad November shed.\\nAnd all her dismal clouds have taken flight\\nHer somber grays and browns are changed to white,\\nAnd leaden skies are steely blue instead.\\nOut of the deep unknoAvn the moon hath led\\nHer m\\\\Tiad stars and crow^led the wondrous night.\\nAnd spanned the heavens with bars of silver light", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "84 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nSwift legions they, yet no man heard their tread.\\nNow Nature lays aside her monrning veil,\\nHer wrinkled leaves and grasses, sere and brown,\\nDown neath the snow are little more than dust\\nYet calm, resigned, thoiigh naked, mnte and pale.\\nShe waits God s pleasure and a vernal crown,\\nTeaching impatient man her silent, simjale trust.\\nTHE CBEED OF THE HILLS.\\nThis is the creed the hills declare to me\\nYea, truth and beauty live eternally\\nThere is no spark of God aglow in man.\\nNo tender thought, nor heavenly ecstasy.\\nBut shall outlive yon granite rocks, and be\\nA jjart of God when earth hath lost its plan.\\nHEAVEN IS WHEEE GOd s ANGELS AEE.\\nI\\nIf our love of things immortal\\nCould exceed our love of sin.\\nThen would earth be Heaven s portal\\nAnd our heaven here begin.\\nESCAPED.\\nFor fourscore years they boimd his heart and brain\\nIn that dark ceU with stem existence s chain,\\nBut when his ransom came, Death turaed the key\\nThough Life was giiard, the prisoner went free.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "TKUTH SHALL OUTLIVE YON GRANITE ROCKS.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\n87\\nPEACE ON EARTH.\\nOn Freedom s heights I see the camp fires burn,\\nWhere her brave soldiers, weary, lie asleep,\\nWhile overhead the constellations keep\\nTheir nightly watch o er action sad and stern.\\nBrave are these hearts, and manfully they spurn\\nThe traitor s kiss, they are no hireling s sheep\\nThoiTgh babe and mother by the hearth-side weep,\\nThey heed them not, and though tlieir sad hearts turn\\nTo home and friends in watches of the night,\\nIN WATCHES UK THE NIGHT.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "88 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nAt war s stem call they leap with wild delight.\\nO Prince of Peace, when, will Thy kingdom come,\\nWhen will this strife among Thy peojDle cease,\\nWhen clear above the muffled fife and diiim\\nShall bleeding nations hear God s hymn of peace?\\nAS A LITTLE CHILD.\\nThe aged pilgrim goes with doubt and fear.\\nAnd knocks, imcertain, at his Father s gate.\\nThe child, with eager hands that cannot wait.\\nSeeks entrance God to him is very near.\\nECONOMY OF NATURE.\\nSince first God called creation from dark void,\\nAnd set His seal on all that He had made,\\n!N^o molecule has ever been destroyed\\nOr e en an atom of His worlds mislaid.\\nTHE MIGHT OV LOVE.\\n^0 prison wall the might of Love can stay;\\nLove nerves the hand that else were pottei- s clay\\nLove gives ns life; all thrungh, Love is our friend.\\nOur small oginning, and our mighty end.\\nL.ofC.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\n89\\nMEDITATION.\\nThe wind is singing to tJie gray old sea,\\nThe waves are talking to the silent shore,\\nThe seashell whispers what the breakers roar.\\nWhile I alone am silent on the lea.\\nONLY A LITTLE.\\nOnt of the heart of things unknown\\nThere comes a little truth each day\\nThough we do not feel that we have grown\\nYet God has seen and marked the way.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2OUT OF THE HEART OF THINGS UNKNOWN.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "go THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nMY CUP EUNNETJI OVEE.\\nA song, a sigh, a langb, a gentle breeze,\\nA drowsy rustling in the half-leaved trees,\\nA cloud, a sky of deep and tender blue,\\nA home, a friend, a sweetheart always true,\\nThis is the joy God gives to me and you.\\nPEATEE.\\nEach thought, each breath, each deed we do or dare,\\nIs symbolized in God s own thought as prayer;\\nWe cannot move, or breathe, or strive, or be.\\nBut it is felt all through immensity.\\nTHE EXILE.\\nNot as the hated conqueror went, who reddened all the earth\\nWith sick ning seas of human blood, nor counted human life\\nE en as a feather in the scales with which he weighed mankind,\\nGoeth our knight of lilwrty unto the prison isle.\\nNo curse of orphans and of wives and aged mothers bent.\\nRobbed of the crutch they leaned iipon, the strong right arm of\\nyouth\\nThat may no more encompass them, shall follow in bis wake.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\n9\\nN o curse of burning capitol, or desecrated field,\\nOf ruined cliurcli and sepulchcr, of blackened bearth and borne,\\nSball follow, like a bird of prey, after tbe exile s sbip.\\nOnly the prayers and tears of those who struggled to be free,\\nWho staked their all in freedom s cause, their blood, their\\nbrawn, their bone,\\nShall follow this heroic heart, as night doth follow day.\\nBut not alone the exile goes, the tlioughts and hopes of men\\nIn every land, in every clime, where freedom s songs are sung,\\nShall follow him to cheer and bless his sad captivity.\\nHis noble deeds, his sacrifice, have burned his name with fire\\nInto the hearts and brains of men, in bold italic type\\nThat lapse of time, or height or depth, can nevermore erase.\\nAS NILiHl DUIII FULLUW DAY.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "92 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS.\\nGENERATION AND REGENERATION.\\nGod set the stars His firmament to show,\\nOut of dark void He called the sun to burn,\\nBut if one breath in anger He should blow,\\nThe universe to spirit would return.\\nAN ALIEN.\\nI am a stranger in a foreign land\\nWhose mother tongue I dimly luiderstand,\\nWhose laws and creeds I may not even know,\\nI pray thee, Azrael, let an alien go.\\nA VISION OF LIFE.\\nIf night revealed what day diil not disclose,\\nThen when man yields him to his last repose\\nAnd that vast night of death comes swiftly down\\nMay he not see what now no mortal knows\\nTHE COMPACT.\\nGod said to man, If thou wilt Me obey,\\nAnd keep My laws and love Me day by day,\\nI 11 give thee strength and wisdom and My love\\nMan promised, yet each hour he goes astray.", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER I OEMS. 93\\nA CLOUD.\\nOnly the passing of a little cloud\\nWill dim the rays of Pha bus bright and proud\\nOnly the passing of a cloud, a breath,\\nAnd life shall vanish in tlic shroud of death.\\nTRUE KIN GSHIP.\\nThe king should first be ruler of himself,\\nCzar of his spirit, emperor of his mind,\\nAbove ambition and a greed of pelf,\\nAnd unto all his subjects just and kind.\\n-.-SP\u00c2\u00bb-", "height": "2492", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "hopeofworldother00hawk_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "Lectures and Readings for 1901\\nBy Clarence Hawkes.\\nIn a World of Darkness,\\nAn illustrated lecture on the life and work of tlie blind.\\nA Pleasant Hour,\\nA reading in many dialects from the author s own works.\\nThe Hope of the World\\nAnd Other Selections,\\nA reading of purely literary character\\nfor select circles.\\nTerms reasonable,\\nAddress, CLARENCE HAWKES, Hadley, Mass.\\na\\nO\\nCHICAGO WRITING MACHINE CO.\\nCHICAGO, U. 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