{"1": {"fulltext": "JACINTA\\nAND OTHER VERSES\\nBy Howard V. Sutherland", "height": "2891", "width": "1961", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nT.5^\\nChap Copyright No\\n.8helf.,U_9._jV-^\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "Jacinta", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "J A C I N T A\\nA Californian Idyll\\nAnd Other Verses\\nBy/\\nHoward V. Sutherland\\nDoxey*s\\nAt the Sign of the Lark\\nNew York\\n1900", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "4887\\nLibrary of Conqresa\\nTwo Copies Received\\nNOV 13 1900\\nSN Copyright onlry\\nSECOND COPY\\nDelivc-rod to\\nORDER DlViSION\\nMOV 23 1900\\nNo\\n\\\\P\\nCopyright, 1900\\nHoward V. Sutherland\\nUNIVERSITY PRESS JOHN WILSON\\nAND SON CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A.", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "To\\nFRANK DEARDORF", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Contents\\npVge\\nJacinta 3\\nThe Lost Light 42\\nOur Lady of Great Consolation 43\\nSan Francisco 44\\nLyric 45\\nClose the Gates 46\\nArt 47\\nScience 48\\nThe Evening Stars 49\\nThis Day s Message 5\u00c2\u00b0\\nCompensation 5^\\nDeath 52\\nThe One Face 53\\nThe Players Question 54\\nThe Midnight Visitation 55\\nvii", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Contents\\nPAGE\\nThe Poet s Creed 56\\nLyric 57\\nHope at the Grave of Love 58\\nWith a Volume of Elizabethan Lyrics 59\\nWith a Tanagra Statuette 60\\nLyric 61\\nThe Higher Praise 63\\nThe Writing on the Wall 64\\nTo One in Doubt 65\\nLyric 66\\nRobert Browning 67\\nTo One Who Wears Opals 6S\\nThe Higher Marriage 69\\nA Prayer for a Man s Passing 70\\nvin", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "JACINTA\\nA CALIFORNIAN IDYLL", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "JACINTA\\nI SING of home, of western shore,\\nWhich hears each morn and night the sea\\nWith mighty crash and booming roar\\nGive praise to God eternally\\nUpon whose sands are sometimes hurled\\nThe wreckage of one half the world.\\nI sing of home because I know\\nMy land of purple, green and gold\\nBecause I love it, and although\\nI live in exile still I hold\\nOf all earth s queenly lands the best\\nIs still the sea-lapped, sun-lit West.\\n3", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nI sing thereof because my soul\\nIs sick with longing and I fain\\nWould see the shining aureole\\nThat crowns the west, when down the main\\nThe sun goes royally the light\\nAround him and behind the night.\\nHow well I know that sea of mine\\nWhen angry Tritons churn its deeps\\nWhen maddened waves upheave their brine\\nAgainst the land s rock -armored steeps\\nAnd sullenly retreat again\\nTheir frenzied onslaught all in vain.\\nTowards the blind and barren beach\\nWhose breast is strewn with shell and weed,\\nThe waves white hands forever reach\\nUntil the waves themselves recede\\nAnd arch their splendid backs in wrath\\nAnd burst in floods of foam and froth.\\n4", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nHow well I know the wheeling gulls\\nThe hollow howling of the wind\\nThe barking seals the fitful lulls\\nThe surf; the dreary dunes behind\\nThe frowning clouds, close-wedged, enorme,\\nThe grim spectators of the storm.\\nWhat bodes the ocean s empty rage?\\nWhy howl these foolish winds so loud?\\nThe Westland has its heritage\\nImmunity from storm and cloud.\\nThere cannot be eternal war\\nBetween the sea and this fair shore.\\nWhile yet the sea-lashed Tritons fight\\nThe sun appears and bids them cease\\nThe skies are tinged with golden light,\\nThe winds and waters sign a peace.\\nAnd ere the sands have drunk their fill\\nA silence falls o er sea and hill.\\n5", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nHow well I know my western land\\nThat clothes itself each month anew\\nWith blooms more golden than the sand,\\nAs white as snow, than sky more blue\\nDear flowers that are content to be\\nLike nuns in their humility\\nThe poppy, iris, marguerite,\\nThe larkspur and the violet\\nThe honeysuckle, fresh and sweet,\\nThe bluebell and the mignonette\\nThe pansy (loved of Proserpine),\\nForget-me-not and eglantine.\\nAnd others which I cannot name\\nYet which are fair as flowers are\\nEach morn, behold, they weep with shame\\nAt having wooed some distant star\\nWhich saw them not, but loved in turn\\nThe moon, for which all stars must yearn.\\n6", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nDear blooms, the world were drear indeed\\nWere you not here to make it gay\\nYou make us think who sowed the seed,\\nWho closes you at end of day.\\nYou may be humble, yet you teach\\nUs more, perhaps, than they who preach.\\nHow fair those morns when o er the deep\\nSets sail to wearied pagan lands\\nThe poppy-freighted ship of sleep\\nTo give men rest and ease their bands.\\nSoft music seems to fill the air\\nAs though the angels choired there.\\nHow good each summer afternoon\\nTo lie amid the sedges tall\\nAnd render thanks for God s best boon\\nTo be alive and feel it all\\nTo be a part of land, of sea,\\nThe Past and of Eternity\\n7", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTo hear the music of the shell,\\nTo feel the joyous wind s caress,\\nTo see the ocean s bosom swell\\nAnd know Who makes it restless yes,\\nTo be a very part of Him\\nWho sends the mighty seraphim\\nTo beat the waters back and forth.\\nAnd drag the ocean s silvered floors\\nTo tear the icefloes from the North,\\nTo light the lamps at heaven s doors\\nTo fling the snow on mountain crest\\nAnd drive the sun from east to west.\\nWhen evening falls, with crimson blush\\nThe sky beholds the earth prepare\\nTo woo the night. A solemn hush\\nPervades the faintly-perfumed air,\\nUnless, perchance, by lonely bird\\nThe dreaming hills and woods are stirred.\\n8", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nBut soon the singer seeks its nest,\\nNight s sentries guard the purpled dome\\nThe very sea incHnes to rest\\nAnd gives the ocean birds a home.\\nThe hopeless moon, like pale-faced nun,\\nStill dreams about the kingly sun.\\nO er sands and sea, o er hill and vale,\\nA sense of peacefulness descends\\nNo more the insects drone the tale\\nOf how the day s short pleasure ends\\nNo more the straggling bees make known\\nTheir love in language all their own.\\nBut very soon the winds arise\\nAnd murmur softly to the trees\\nThe songs they hear in Paradise\\nThe holy angels symphonies.\\nAnd while they sing with voices deep\\nThe West, my West, is lulled to sleep.", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTHE IDYLL\\nA HILLY sea-coast, cleft in two,\\nSome rocks, with barking seals at play\\nA ruined fort which dares the blue\\nAnd gray Pacific day by day.\\nDeceptive slopes where bugles blow\\nA bay secure from storm or foe.\\nA youthful city, throned on hills,\\nA city loved of wind and sun\\nA chalice which the evening fills\\nWith peacefulness when day is done\\nO er which the golden rays decline\\nIn steady streams of amber wine.\\nTo some a mother, on whose breast\\nMost weary men from older lands\\nCan lay their tired heads and rest\\nTill strength returns to heart and hands\\nTill will returns to up and move\\nThe slow world upward, groove by groove.\\nlO", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTo some a youth, alert and proud,\\nWhose Titan father sought his mate\\nAmong our hills, half- veiled in cloud\\nA youth unfearing, sure of Fate,\\nDetermined, friend of Right and Truth\\nA type of noblest western youth.\\nTo some who look with lovers gaze\\nAnd point her beauty out at night,\\nShe seems a mistress all ablaze\\nWith countless jewels, red and white\\nOutstretched above the sea she lies,\\nUnuttered dreamings in her eyes.\\nThe four great winds of heaven strive\\nTo do her service loyally\\nWhen stars wax amorous they drive\\nThe spectral mist from off the sea\\nAnd hide her underneath its wings\\nUntil the day s first herald sings.\\nII", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nThe waters play about her feet,\\nThe breezes sport above her head\\nIn winter s cool, in summer s heat\\nAmid the hills she hath her bed\\nAnd be her pillow green or brown\\nMid flowers she can lay her down.\\nIn future years, it hath been writ.\\nThis western State shall rise and draw\\nAll earnest-purposed men to it,\\nAll laden ships towards its shore\\nAnd proudly on the wooing air\\nShall float the Banner of the Bear.\\nAnd San Francisco shall be made\\nThe arbitress twixt West and East,\\nAdjudging fairly, unafraid\\nHer tribunals toward the least\\nAnd to the greatest e er shall be\\nA very spring of Equity.", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nReligion, Industries and Arts\\nShall here abide in those dim years\\nWhen older lands, with older marts.\\nAre blotted out beneath the tears\\nOf humble workers worn away\\nBy breath of Time s sad serf Decay.\\nwestern land, O western town,\\nO western women, western men.\\nWhen comes the day that I go down\\nTo sunless lands and sleep, ah, then,\\n1 beg ye grant to me the love\\nSo hard a-winning here above.\\nSo hard a-winning, though I sought\\nBy humble means to make it mine\\nNot only has the soldier fought,\\nBut even he who hears divine\\nSad songs within his sunless heart\\nAnd strives their message to impart\\n13", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTo men and women wed to toil\\nTo those who have no time to hear\\nThe voice that rises o er the broil\\nYet reaches only dreamer s ear,\\nAnd whispers him of peace and rest\\nAnd recompense for earth s oppressed.\\nAnd very oft the man who sings\\nIs wounded but he dares not tell\\nAbout his wounds, his sufferings\\nHe smiles, and all seems passing well.\\nThe song is heard but who shall heed\\nThe singer or the singer s need\\nAnd though I heard a spirit sing\\nAbout these sundown seas and lands,\\nI could not tell ye everything\\nI do my best. God understands.\\nAnd ye Ye will remember, then.\\nMy western women, western men\\n14", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nUpon a hill that faced the sea\\nA cottage stood, a humble place,\\nYet built of fragrant redwood tree\\nAnd fashioned with a certain grace\\nThat spoke of taste and made one fain\\nTo pause and look at it again.\\nIts walls were hid beneath a veil,\\nWhere birds made nests, of lasting green\\nAnd roses red and roses pale\\nAnd one big bunch of jessamine\\nEntwined the latticed porch and made\\nA scent as of a forest glade.\\nA garden filled with shady trees\\nAnd old-time flowers grew around\\nThey nodded idly in the breeze\\nOr cast their petals on the ground\\nWhile watchful hedges kept at bay\\nThe dune s encroachment day by day.\\n15", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nT was early morn. The sun as yet\\nJust stained the peaks with golden dye\\nFrom out its leafy minaret\\nA songster carolled at the sky\\nAnd sought from out its nest to stir\\nEach sleepy feathered worshipper.\\nThe sea was like a silver shield,\\nWhich scarcely seemed to rise or fall\\nBut when the sunbeams lit each field\\nThe shield was sapphire-hued, and all\\nThe waves awoke and clapped their hands\\nAnd raced towards their love the sands.\\nAnd suddenly one sound was heard,\\nThe mingled music of the deep.\\nThe joyful wind, the careless bird\\nAll nature, fresh-aroused from sleep.\\nOne endless song, one mighty hymn\\nGod s playthings giving thanks to Him.\\ni6", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nThe door was opened and there came\\nFrom out the house with stately tread\\nAnd peaceful mien an aged dame\\nThe silvered hair upon whose head\\nWas like a crown Time gives the old\\nMore honored than a crown of gold.\\nYour golden crowns are only worn\\nIn empty pomp by fated kings\\nBut silvered hair, like crown of thorn,\\nSuggestive is of higher things.\\nIt tells of sorrow and of care\\nYet hints of triumph o er despair.\\nThe dame s arrival seemed a sign\\nFor chicks of every size and kind\\nIn piping chorus to combine\\nAnd follow noisily behind\\nTheir chatelaine, who also fed\\nThe birds that twittered overhead.\\n17", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nAnd then among the younger flowers\\nShe moved and gathered, one by one,\\nThe sweet companions of the hours\\nWhose lives, alas, so soon are done\\nAnd thought, perhaps, how even she\\nMust brave some day the Greater Sea.\\nBut ere her posy was complete\\nThe door was opened once again\\nBy one who ran with tripping feet\\nThat touched the path like summer rain\\nTo where the smiling mother stood\\nStill conscious of her motherhood.\\nJacinta this a simple girl\\nOf seventeen, who had not spent\\nHer childhood in the fevered whirl\\nOf city life, where backs are bent\\nAnd souls are dwarfed beneath the load\\nWe all must pack along the road.\\ni8", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nA child at heart, who had not known\\nThe city s base temptations for\\nWith mother she had Uved alone\\nAbove the sea, above the shore\\nAbove the rocks, above the wrecks,\\nBeyond the touch of derelicts.\\nA flower born neath redwood trees\\nTransplanted to the peaceful heights\\nA playmate of the rain and breeze,\\nOf shadows and of changing lights.\\nAs much a part of nature as\\nThe poppies and azaleas.\\nA simple girl whose faith was still\\nAs whole as piping bird s may be\\nWho saw a glory on the hill\\nAnd heaven s mirage on the sea\\nWhose trust in all her kind was sure\\nBecause herself was good and pure.\\n19", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nA comely maid she was. Her hair\\nWas golden as the autumn grain\\nHer eyes were blue her skin was fair\\nDespite the touch of wind and rain.\\nShe seemed a dryad of the wood\\nJust merging into womanhood.\\nShe kissed her mother then she placed,\\nWith girlish pride in girlish strength,\\nA rounded arm about her waist\\nAnd so they slowly walked the length\\nOf all their world, until at last\\nT was time to break the morning s fast.\\nO ye who idly while away\\nThe morn, the noon, the eve, the night,\\nForget not those who never play\\nThe little ones who have to fight\\nTo earn their daily loaf of bread,\\nTo pay for clothes or trundle-bed.\\n20", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nThey are so young, they are so frail,\\nThey were not made to work like men\\nThe blood that leaves those cheeks so pale\\nCan ne er be conjured back again.\\nThose little limbs, so weak, so thin,\\nHow can these children conquer sin\\nHow few of them have seen the sea!\\nHow few have spent a holiday\\nAmong the trees where they should be\\nInstead of withering away\\nBeneath the tiles, upon the street,\\nExposed alike to cold and heat\\nHad ye a sister? Look at these\\nA brother See those urchins there\\nThe sweat shops and the factories\\nAre fed with such from year to year\\nAnd later on the prisons reap\\nThe unripe harvest. Can ye sleep?\\n21", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nThere are so many to assist\\nThere is so much that ye can do\\nTo help the httle ones who missed\\nThe joys of Hfe. If ye but knew\\nHow oft they hunger, I am sure\\nYe d help the children of the poor.\\nWITHIN the city there did dwell\\nAn unknown youth, John Orme by name\\nWhom fortune favored not too well\\nAlthough he fought his way to fame\\nIn after years as all must do\\nWho wish to join the chosen few.\\n22", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nAn upright lad of kingly heart,\\nOf kingly mien and kingly soul\\nA lad to take and play a part\\nAnd leave his name on honor s scroll.\\nA lad whom men would love and whom\\nA girl would follow to the tomb.\\nA western lad who had not been\\nBeyond the borders of his State,\\nBut knew full well (for he had seen)\\nWhat makes our California great j\\nAnd was content to stay and be\\nA partner in her destiny.\\nLook out upon your fertile land,\\nYe Californians, and be proud\\nThe sea is yours, that golden sand.\\nThose mountains which defy the cloud\\nThose valleys rich in fruit and corn\\nThose streams where trout and salmon spawn.\\n23", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nYe have of precious ore your share,\\nYe have your cattle and your steeds\\nYe have your solemn forests where\\nNo drunken Pan e er piped on reeds\\nTo break the dreams of redwood trees\\nAs hoary as the centuries.\\nYour sons are clean souled, brave and strong,\\nGood men to love, good men to fight\\nGood men to rectify a wrong\\nWhen once they start to set things right,\\nAnd make new laws and simpler creeds\\nTo suit their fellows many needs.\\nYour daughters are as fair as pearls.\\nAs pure as purest pearl can be\\n(A health to all dear western girls\\nAcross the land, across the sea\\nBehold their strength of limb, their grace\\nYe need not fear for western race.\\n24", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nLook out upon this State of yours,\\nYe Californians of to-day\\nThe world is at your very doors\\nYe cannot keep the world away\\nAnd in your dreams when ye are dead\\nYe 11 hear it tramping overhead.\\nThey met at first beside the sea\\nThe sea which gives and takes again\\nThe restless priest of Destiny\\nWhose very voice is fraught with pain\\nThe sea which never sleeps, and sees\\nSuch sorrow and such tragedies\\nAnd then they met upon the hills\\nEach drawn towards the other by\\nThat force which guides and sometimes stills\\nThe flaming meteors of the sky.\\nAnd soon Jacinta knew no more\\nThe peace that had been hers before.\\n25", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nFor though they talked of other things,\\nAbout their hopes, about their fears,\\nLove touched them gently with its wings\\nAnd lo it seemed that they for years\\nHad wandered thus on hills or sand.\\nTwo happy children, hand in hand.\\nAnd soon John loved her, as a weed\\nMight love a rose for he was poor\\nAnd never dreamed that she had need\\nOf him to make her peace secure.\\nAnd she, whose prayers were still unheard.\\nKnew all, but could not say a word.\\nThe months passed by till one late noon\\nThe maiden and the mother sat\\nBeside their door, nor thought how soon\\nA Visitor would knock thereat\\nAnd beckon one to come and see\\nThe glory of God s majesty.\\n26", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nThe mother s thoughts were with the past,\\nHer soul was with her patient dead\\nBut Hfe s blue sky was overcast\\nFor sweet Jacinta, and instead\\nOf dreaming of the coming years\\nShe dreamed of John amid her tears.\\nAnd soon she knelt beside the dame\\nAnd sobbed unhindered then she told\\nAbout her love and how he came\\nAcross her path, like knight of old\\nAnd how the very dunes seemed fair\\nAnd beautiful when he was there.\\nAnd how a glory clothed the sea\\nBecause she saw it through his eyes\\nAnd how the bright stars seemed to be\\nThe outer lamps of Paradise,\\nAnd all because God s ministers\\nHad made her his and made him hers.\\n27", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nAlone they were, those sacred ones\\nThe maid and mother both akin\\nIn purity to purest nuns\\nWho ever pray for those who sin\\nThe maid and mother links that bind\\nThe spirit world with humankind.\\nAcross the embowered portico\\nThe first sad heralds of the mist\\nWith faces veiled and footsteps slow\\nCrept past to keep their phantom tryst,\\nAnd laid their cool moist fingers on\\nThe roses cheeks in benison.\\nThe sea was hid beneath a pall\\nWhich spread along the sand s soft bed,\\nAnd soon the lonely dunes and all\\nThe shore was hid while overhead\\nThe mist swept past and every hill\\nWore Death s gray robe and was as still.\\n28", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nThe mother kissed her grieving child\\nAnd stroked her hair and bade her be\\nLess sad of heart and reconciled\\nTo God s own will and surely He\\nWould one day, when He deemed it best,\\nSet both their troubled hearts at rest.\\nThat self-same night there softly trod\\nThe winding stairways of the skies\\nAn angel from the courts of God\\nA Gardener, with kindly eyes\\nMost calm with age, most kind with love,\\nWho tends the gardens there above.\\nHe was not heard, he was not seen.\\nNor did he make his presence known\\nFor though the Gardener has been\\nEach night to earth since first were sown\\nThe flowers he culls, and holds so dear,\\nMen think of him, and will, with fear.\\n29", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nThey do not know how good he is,\\nHow very wise, how very kind\\nAs old as human frailties\\nTo all our imperfections bhnd.\\nThey do not know he plants us all\\nIn gardens near God s tribunal.\\nThat night he walked along the shore\\nAnd saw among the hills afar\\nA cottage he had passed before,\\nThe door of which was left ajar.\\nHe went thereto and oped it wide\\nAnd saw two flowers, side by side.\\nAsleep they lay. The one still fair\\nA simple child whose cheeks were wet\\nThe angel saw her golden hair\\nAnd folded hands and said Not yet,\\nSweet one, so young for thou must learn\\nThe joys of life ere I return.\\n30", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nThe flowers of yonder land above\\nHave known life s joy, have known its pain\\nHave known its grief, have known its love,\\nHave seen night turn to day again.\\nThe buds are only gathered when\\nThey might be bruised by thoughtless men.\\nHe passed to where the other lay,\\nNarcissus-white, with heart of gold\\nHe touched her, saying Come away\\nTo where thy petals may unfold\\nShe sighed in sleep, then sweetly smiled\\nAnd woke to plead for her dear child.\\n31", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nI WAS evening now. Two days had gone\\nTo join the Past since on the heights\\nThe angel walked and left thereon\\nA simple flower to brave the nights\\nThe awful nights, the barren days\\nWhen one departs and one still stays.\\nThe air was now so calm, serene,\\nSo full of subtle promisings,\\nOne scarce believed that Death had been\\nAlong that way, or that his wings\\nPerhaps were drooping even then\\nAbove the heads of boastful men.\\nThe sun was setting. O er the grass\\nBelated sunbeams cast their gold\\nLike careless spendthrifts whom, alas,\\nThe cloak of night must soon enfold,\\nAnd who can never read the sky\\nAnd learn how soon they have to die.\\n32", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nThe sky was robed in pearly gray,\\nWith fringe of violet and blue,\\nWith lemon tints where yet the day\\nWas disappearing, passing through\\nThe heaven s arch to light the least\\nOf all the mountains in the East.\\nThe glinting city seemed asleep.\\nIts revelry was laid aside\\nFor men are glad to rest and keep\\nThe Sabbath holy, o er the wide.\\nWide world wherein they come and go*\\nLike human ships, tossed to and fro.\\nAnd e en the sea was very still.\\nThe waves rolled softly up the sand\\nNo sound was heard on dunes or hill\\nThe world appeared to understand\\nThat Grief had left her biding place\\nTo be on earth a little space.\\n3 33", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nAmong the hills where few men tread\\nThere lies an acre hedged around,\\nWherein repose the peaceful dead\\nA silent place where ne er a sound\\nExcept the piping of a bird\\nOr crash of distant surf is heard.\\nA humble place except to them\\nWho sojourn there, and know that they\\nWill some day see the cherubim\\nPour forth the mighty vials of Day\\nUpon the purpled robes of Night\\nAnd flood the world with purest light.\\nWithout, the restless sedges wave\\nTheir lissome arms towards the sea\\nWithin, above each grass-locked grave\\nSweet flowers bloom eternally.\\nWithout, nor winds nor worries cease\\nWithin is ever rest and peace.\\n34", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nWhoe er thou art thou shalt be borne\\nOne day to such a resting place\\nAnd though thy heart be glad or torn\\nWhen thou hast run thy little race\\nThou, too, shalt lay thee down and find\\nGood rest in death, and peace of mind.\\nWhoe er thou art, or rich or poor.\\nThe Gardener will come for thee\\nAnd place thy cross this side the door\\nAnd lay thee with his company.\\nAnd thou shouldst not be loath to leave\\nThe life wherein one has to grieve.\\nWhoe er thou art, or sick or well.\\nThou shalt be borne by others there\\nThou dost not know, no man can tell\\nOf thy hence-taking, when or where.\\nBut thou shouldst not be loath to sleep\\nWhere none will dream and none will weep.\\n35", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nWhoe er thou art, or young or old,\\nThou shouldst be more than glad to go,\\nTo leave thy poverty or gold\\nFor those who still must reap and sow j\\nFor there among those silent friends\\nAll toil is o er, all sorrow ends.\\nAlong the central path there crept\\nA slow procession first there were\\nThe men who bore the one who slept\\nAnd who would soon be resting there\\nWhile many women walked behind\\nWith children restless as the wind.\\nTowards a grave they wound their way\\nAn open grave which soon would hide\\nUntil the final Judgment Day\\nThe humbled dust that lay inside.\\nAnd when at last they came thereto\\nThey laid the casket down and drew\\n36", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nAround their priest who knew each one\\nHad blessed them all before at birth\\nAnd when their little lives were done\\nWould bless and lay them in the earth,\\nAnd pray for them by night and day\\nUntil he, too, was lured away.\\nHe spoke to them in simple speech\\nAnd told them all that man can tell,\\nThe lessons that the Scriptures teach\\nThe promise that it shall be well\\nWith those who do their humble best\\nAnd lay them down in faith to rest.\\nHe told them how each mortal must\\nPass on towards that higher sphere.\\nAnd leave as tribute here his dust\\nWhich grows so heavy as we near\\nThe little door that closes fast\\nWhen once the wanderer has passed.\\n37", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nHe told them of that fairer place\\nWhere we shall meet at trumpet call\\nAnd see our Maker face to face\\nAnd learn the reason of it all\\nWhere loved ones linger side by side\\nAnd are forever satisfied.\\nHe paused awhile till sturdy men\\nThe casket lowered to its bed\\nUpon the yellow clay, and then\\nHe cast on it some earth and said\\nThose mighty words that promise hfe\\nYet wound the heart like keenest knife.\\nThe mourners stayed until the grave\\nWas satisfied. When all was through\\nThe priest to each his blessing gave\\nAnd all went homewards all save two\\nJacinta, one the other, John,\\nWho could not leave but lingered on.", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nThey stood together, hand in hand,\\nA western lad, a western maid\\nAfar was heard upon the sand\\nEach wave s faint murmur as it laid\\nIts tribute at her golden feet\\nAnd died ere conquest was complete.\\nAnd solemn bells would chime and then\\nBe lost in space content to be\\nOf moment s use reminding men\\nOf prayer and of eternity.\\nAnd how they too must fade away\\nAs fades the sunshine, ray by ray.\\nThe heavens were darkened now the stars,\\nLike vestal virgins whom the sun\\nKeeps prisoners behind the bars.\\nStepped slowly forth and, one by one.\\nPrepared to greet and glorify\\nThe stately empress of the sky.\\n39", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nThe winds in numbers sad and slow\\nHad sung the dead day s requiem\\nHad seen its courtiers seawards go,\\nHad seen the evening follow them\\nThey lingered now upon the hill\\nWhere all, except the sedge, was still.\\nOne almost seemed to feel the breath\\nOf angels on the scented air\\nOr was it yet the wings of Death,\\nThe Gardener, who hovered there\\nAbove the silent, grieving twain\\nAnd fain had made them glad again?\\nJacinta sobbed as though her heart\\nWere like to break for still it seemed\\nShe could not dare to play her part\\nAlone in life, where no star gleamed\\nTo set her wandering feet aright\\nAnd comfort her throughout the night.\\n40", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Jacinta i\\nShe knelt and prayed for help and strength\\nTo do her work, to find her way\\nThroughout life s maze, and when at length\\nShe rose again, it seemed a ray\\nOf light suffused her doubting soul\\nAnd made it strong again and whole.\\nAnd still they lingered side by side\\nAlthough they never spoke a word\\nBut He whom she had asked to guide\\nHer bark across the sea had heard\\nHer girlish prayer for even while\\nShe turned to John with weary smile,\\nTo bid him take her home, he stood\\nIn front of her and told his love\\nAnd something whispered he was good\\nSo, with a prayer to God above.\\nShe gazed in his clear eyes and saw\\nNot only heaven something more.\\n41", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTHE LOST LIGHT\\nAS one in dreams awhile may clearly see\\nThe much-loved face of one long passed\\naway,\\nSo, too, there comes, when saddest seems the day,\\nA fleeting glimpse of Paradise to me.\\nI see the hosts who wait with bended knee\\nBefore the Throne whence glory streams alway\\nI seem to hear the very words they say\\nIn tones that make the wind s sweet melody.\\nBut when my soul, returned from heaven, tries\\nWith gentle song to still the hapless sighs\\nOf my pale fellows, slaves to grief and pain,\\nExpression fails me and while yet I seek\\nIn halting rhyme the words I heard to speak.\\nThe curtain falls and all grows dark again.\\n42", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nOUR LADY OF GREAT CONSOLATION\\nSHE stands secure above the world s unrest\\nTo plead with God the sorrows of our race\\nA mother s smile relights her thoughtful face\\nAs each lone soul creeps sadly to her breast.\\nWithin her arms (O arms so softly pressed\\nAbout thy babe each one may find a place\\nWho yearns for love and that all-sacred grace\\nWith which at last earth s weary ones are blest.\\nEach one to her can falter out the tale\\nOf tasks attempted, how results would fail\\nThe soul s ideal and the heart s desire\\nAnd when, at last, the childish murmurs cease,\\nWith soothing glance she gives the griever peace\\nAnd strength to brave the daytime s purging fire.\\n43", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nSAN FRANCISCO\\n(from the hills)\\nyriD sedges tall this summer day I lie\\nAnd hear the waves fall softly on the sand.\\nSo pure the air, it seems with outstretched hand\\nOne e en might touch that veil we call the sky.\\nFrom o er the sea the wind with fretful sigh\\nBetakes its way across the fertile land,\\nWhose flaunting poppies form a golden band,\\nAnd dance before the sun s voluptuous eye.\\nBeyond the dunes a city, young but proud,\\nUprears its front in sunshine or through cloud\\nThe fairest jewel on our country s breast\\nA man-made city, whose strong voice shall sound\\nIn days to come life s truths the world around,\\nAnd wake earth s leaders from their gold-drugged\\nrest.\\n44", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nI\\nLYRIC\\nN the wake of the moon is one faithful attendant\\nWho finds his delight\\nIn watching the face of his mistress resplendent,\\nThe Queen of the Night.\\nThe moon has attained to the height of her power,\\nThe star is still pale\\nTwixt aught save the sun and the heaven s fair flower\\nWhat love can avail?\\nSo the nights turn to years, and the moon in her glory\\nStill travels through space\\nAnd the star gives no sign of his love or his story\\nBut watches her face.\\n45", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nCLOSE THE GATES\\nMAKE fast the gates through which for years\\nhave poured\\nThe lawless hosts from yonder side the world\\nAgainst our land these human shafts are hurled\\nAnd spread contagion from their own foul horde.\\nDear to their souls are fire and the sword,\\nLike snakes they lie within the shadow curled\\nThey flout our flag the flag which floats unfurled\\nAbove their heads them freedom to aflbrd.\\nOur men are idle and our women weep,\\nTheir little babes go hungrily to sleep\\nAnd still they come Italians, Slavs and Greeks.\\nMake fast the gates against this human slime\\nFor Want will drive our stalwart men to crime\\nAnd tempt their daughters with their whitened\\ncheeks.\\n46", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nART\\nTHE same to-day with dim, dead yesterdays\\nTrue Art remains, beyond Death s welcome\\nthrall,\\nAnd pays no heed to that imperious call\\nWhereby earth s great obtain their deathless bays.\\nThrough gray-hued years, in drear, unlightened\\nways,\\nFrom on her throne she sees vast empires fall\\nWhose crumbling wrack ne er soils her temple s\\nwall,\\nStrong built and high, of envious chrysoprase.\\nAnd one sweet chord doth bind all souls who kneel.\\nOr once have knelt at her dear feet, and feel\\nThat quenchless flame her chosen understand\\nThus they who sleep beneath Italian skies\\nAre one with those who hear the wind s soft sighs\\nWith restful requiems woo our western land.\\n47", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nSCIENCE\\nWITH cool, calm brow and eyes dispassionate\\nShe sits near Art, and sees her children\\nwrest\\nThe veil aside which shields the earth s warm\\nbreast\\nAnd, one by one, their victories consummate.\\nTo those who dare, she shows both cause and fate\\nOf all vain things, and helps their eager quest\\nTo read the words that crown life s sunlit crest\\nBefore they seek, pale-lipped, Death s shadowed\\ngate.\\nA teacher she, who makes her pupils find\\nMysterious meanings in the rain and wind.\\nAnd hints of heaven in the humblest sod\\nAnd though she rends, the rents but help to prove\\nThe law behind the law of ceaseless love\\nThat proves Man s grand affinity with God.\\n48", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTHE EVENING STARS\\nTHE stars that light the firmament,\\nI often think, are nuns,\\nWho purely lived and gladly went\\nTo chant their orisons\\nIn chorus at the golden door\\nWhence mercy streams forevermore.\\nWe only see those nuns at night\\nBy day they kneel and pray\\nAnd ask of God to send us light\\nTo drive our gloom away.\\nBut every eve they sing and smile\\nAnd heavy hearts are glad the while.\\n49", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTHIS DAY S MESSAGE\\nMAKE thou no plan of deeds that will be done\\nTo-morrow day that may not dawn for\\nthee;\\nPerchance tis writ this night the night shall be\\nWherein thy soul by hungry Death is won.\\nE er morning light thy Hfe s last sands may run\\nTheir fleeting course, and thou must brave that\\nsea\\nWhose fearsome waters glide eternally\\nBetween earth s shores and heaven s outpost sun.\\nTo-day thou art a few short hours are thine\\nWherein to quaff of life s enchanting wine\\nWhose bitter dregs must, too, be drained at last.\\nTo-morrow is to-morrow s. Canst thou say\\nWhat thou wilt do, or how wilt while away\\nThe unborn hours to which thy right is past\\n50", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nCOMPENSATION\\nI DREAMED one night I stood before the seat\\nOf God in heaven, brooding o er my past.\\nWith bitter smile my bleeding soul I cast\\nFor judgment in the flames about His feet.\\nBut very soon my soul, made pure and sweet.\\nFlew back to me, and I beheld at last\\nMy nobler self, angelic grown and vast.\\nAnd all my life seemed rounded and complete.\\nAbashed I stood, until an angel came\\nAnd led me thence to where the blessed Dame\\nAwaited us, upon her breast a dove.\\nShe understood the look upon my face\\nWhich seemed to ask: Wherefore this gift of\\ngrace?\\nSo smiled and said Our God, is He not\\nLove?\\n51", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nDEATH\\nTT ITH restful lips, o er which no laughter\\nAnd mighty limbs, in gray hues garmented,\\nShe sits and waits life s outcast, weary dead\\nTo seal their mouths and close their frightened\\neyes.\\nNo heed she pays to pleadings, nor to sighs.\\nBut lays her hand on each care-weighted head\\nAnd gives it rest God s promised rest\\ninstead.\\nUntil each one from sleep shall rearise.\\nAnd unto each she doth a gift bequeath\\nTo those who strived, perhaps, a laurel wreath\\nTo others sleep and sweet forgetfulness.\\nWhile unto those whose lips ne er knew, above.\\nThe fond communion of another s love,\\nShe doth bestow, unknown, their first caress.\\n52", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTHE ONE FACE\\nAS one late rose, unspoiled by autumn winds,\\nMakes bright the garden, desolate and bare\\nSo one dear face, the soul s fond comforter.\\nCan with a smile make all the world seem fair.\\n53", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTHE PLAYERS QUESTION\\nTT THENCE come the countless phantoms\\nwhich we see\\nFilling our house, new-visaged every day?\\nWhere do they go when once they pass away,\\nSilent, unnoticed, wrapt in mystery?\\nWho is this One (if One there truly be)\\nWho has the power to create and slay\\nUs, the poor puppets of this ghostly play\\nWhich may continue through eternity?\\nSo ask the weary players but, alas.\\nNo answer comes till one by one they pass\\n(The priest, the fool, the soldier and the sage)\\nBehind the misty curtain and, revealed.\\nSee what was once conjectured, though concealed\\nA host of actors on a mighty stage.\\n54", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTHE MIDNIGHT VISITATION\\nBUT yesternight my own Beloved came\\nMy sad soul s light, both wondrous fair and\\nwise\\nAnd lit awhile with rays from her sweet eyes\\nThe humble room wherein I toil for fame.\\nSo fair she seemed About her head the same\\nRich glory hovered that one sees in skies\\nThat gain the day s last blessing, ere it flies\\nTo tell earth s sorrow to the star-crowned Dame.\\nHow good it was on that still ripening breast.\\nForgetting all, my weary head to rest,\\nAnd cool my lips within her tresses shade\\nBut when I sought, grown strong, to hold her hand\\nWithin mine own that she might understand,\\nI sighed, and then ah well, each dream must\\nfade.\\n55", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTHE POET S CREED\\nI FAIN would teach the beauties of belief,\\nIn that grand creed wherein the one God\\nbides,\\nAbove all worlds and in all things, and guides\\nOur faltering steps, or long our lives or brief.\\nFor good it is for us to know that grief\\nIs but a veil, without whose darkness hides\\nThe Light of Lights in whom each soul confides\\nWhen Death to Life s sad doubting brings relief.\\nAs phantom lights upon some lonely fen\\nHave lured astray the feet of weary men.\\nSo worldly thought our bonds with God has rent.\\nIn 6 ^ipe years a star, a smile, a shower,\\nThe morn s soft dew, the storm, the waking flower.\\nWill speak of Him and thus give men content.\\n56", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nLYRIC\\nCOMMAND me not, my Queen, to go\\nFrom out thy sight\\nTo brave the storm, the bUnding snow.\\nThe starless night.\\nWithin thy heart the shrine is placed\\nWhereat I pray\\nAh, send me not, fore er disgraced.\\nIn tears away.\\nBut let on me the love-light shine\\nWithin thine eyes,\\nWherein is stored the light divine\\nWhen daytime dies.\\n57", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nHOPE AT THE GRAVE OF LOVE\\nOLOVE, dear Love, I stand my guard alone\\nIn night s sad calm beside thy sacred tomb\\nWeary am I, and frightened at the gloom\\nAnd at the sorrow in the poor wind s moan.\\nOh, my Beloved art thou not my own\\nNo fear have we to parted be by doom,\\nFor we are one. Thou only canst relume\\nMy lamp s pale light, half-spent and feeble grown.\\nMy heart is stifled by these flowers breath,\\nWhich seems to whisper thou art one with Death\\nAnd not with me. Yon lonely cushat dove\\nHas ceased its song, and o er the moistened grass\\nThe hopeless shadows with vague movements pass\\nAnd pity me, who cry to thee, O Love\\n58", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nWITH A VOLUME OF ELIZABETHAN\\nLYRICS\\nTHESE songs, dear friend, may softly speak\\nto thee\\nOf happy hours, and soothe thy tender heart\\nOf all unrest, and heal perchance the smart\\nOf all thy woe and maiden misery.\\nThese men could sing their lovely melody\\nIn many eyes has made the tear-drops start.\\nTheir ware was love, the world was but the mart\\nIn which they showed their songs to you and me.\\nAnd as you turn the throbbing pages o er\\nRemember this that though they are no more\\nTheir words still live, like stars which shine\\nabove\\nThey ne er will die, for hearts are still the same,\\nAnd sure are men of everlasting fame\\nWho croon the world to rest with songs of love.\\n59", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nWITH A TANAGRA STATUETTE\\nAS old, perhaps, though not so fair as She\\nWho through long years of restlessness has\\nstood\\nThe type of highest, purest womanhood,\\nThis statue is, I herewith proffer thee.\\nThat other s eyes look forward and they see\\nThy sisters* future these in pity brood\\nAbove their past. Thus both are truly good\\nAnd worthy a true woman s sympathy.\\nDear Lady, then, within some shrined recess\\nPlace thou this one, whose downcast glances bless\\nThe pallid brows of her most patient dead\\nSo she may gain, when thou shalt hover near,\\nThy lamp s own light, and bear to each lonei^ier\\nNew words of peace and hopefulness instead.\\n60", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nLYRIC\\nPALE lips that yearn for kisses,\\nSad lips that ever grieve,\\nRed lips that know what bliss is\\nAnd taste of it at eve\\nBethink you how the flowers\\nBeneath the mould must He\\nThey bloom a few short hours\\nAnd then they fade and die.\\nO blue eyes live with fire,\\nO black eyes lit with flame,\\nO eyes that wake desire\\nAnd eyes still soft with shame\\nBethink you time is flying\\nAnd love is passing, too\\nAt dawn you may be lying\\nBeneath the sombre yew\\n6i", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nThere rest the old-time lovers,\\nThere sleep they, man and maid\\nToo late each one discovers\\nThe sunshine turns to shade.\\nBethink you, you must follow,\\nAs night-time follows day,\\nTo where the hills are hollow\\nAnd Love no more holds sway.\\n62", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTHE HIGHER PRAISE\\n(at the grave of RICHARD REALF, LONE MOUNTAIN)\\nWITH curling lip I sought that chosen place\\nWherein, at last, earth s toilers rest, nor\\nhear\\nThe fretful call of songbird, or the drear\\nDull boom of waves against the sad shore s face.\\nThe hopeless fog had ceased its spectral race\\nIn search of peace, which restless man holds\\ndear\\nAnd seldom finds. The air was cool and clear\\nThe flowers slept and night came on apace.\\nBeneath a mound of simple green there lay\\nA man who sang, yet lacks the deathless bay.\\nAnd lies unheeded, though his art was great\\nBut while I mused the wind from o er the sea\\nWith scented breath crept gently up to me\\nAnd whispered low Unloved of all save\\nFate 63", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTHE WRITING ON THE WALL\\nI LOOK beyond the sunshine and I see\\nTwo ominous clouds grow larger day by day\\nAcross the gloom with fitful flashes play\\nThe lightnings of our bondmen s enmity\\nOur shackled hordes creep forward as the sea\\nO erfloods the land the which it gnaws away,\\nAnd neath each smile I see a blank dismay\\nOf what behind the future s veil may be.\\nI hear a tramping as of men at arms,\\nThe bugles shrilling and the drums alarms.\\nThe cries of children and the mothers groans\\nThe country trembles and the cities shake,\\nThe fools make merry but the wise men quake\\nThey know the meaning of the undertones.\\n64", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTO ONE IN DOUBT\\nIN one who treads each morn the mountains\\nheight\\nAnd sees the golden glory everywhere\\nThere is excuse, I hold, for sweet despair\\nWhen sunbeams fade before encroaching night.\\nThe heart and soul crave ever ceaseless light\\nAnd prove thereby dependance on His care\\nFrom whom we say come all things good and\\nfair\\nEach feathered priest and petaled anchorite.\\nSo when the shades with muffled footsteps creep\\nAlong the paths to put the flowers to sleep\\nAnd phantom mists drop down o er hill and dell,\\nThe heart grows sad because the spirit seems\\nToo weak alone to face night s sombre dreams\\nForgetting this The gloom is God s as well.\\nS 6s", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nLYRIC\\nO SWEET my loved one, hear my prayer,\\nBe thou mine own and love me\\nSo dear art thou, so proud, so fair\\nAlas, so far above me.\\nYet thou, perchance, dear love, wilt deign\\nTo soothe a heart long steeped in pain,\\nFor pity is a maiden s gain\\nO sweet my loved one, hear\\nSo oft I ve prayed, my heart is sore.\\nWhen far from thee I sorrow.\\nAnd yet, alas, it pains me more\\nTo meet thee on the morrow.\\nAh, would that I were fondly pressed\\nAgainst thy true, all-sacred breast,\\nThen, then, ah then, might I find rest\\nO sweet my loved one, hear\\n66\\nLofO.", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nROBERT BROWNING\\nOPOET Soul whose most melodious songs\\nCan soothe the heart attuned to Life s\\nsweet sorrow,\\nOur doubting minds from thy great strength can\\nborrow\\nThat wondrous faith for which the God-Soul longs.\\nStar-pure and calm amidst seraphic throngs\\nThou watchest now our stumbling feet, which\\nfollow\\nThy beaten track which on some hallowed\\nmorrow\\nShall lead us home from out this world of wrongs.\\nAs minor stars from out the central sun\\nBeget their light, so we, till all is done,\\nMay solace find in soul-born melody\\nWe turn to thee, between whose every line\\nThe primal thoughts of human welfare shine\\nLife, Love and God, and Immortality\\n67", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTO ONE WHO WEARS OPALS\\nTHINK not, dear lady, that a fateful gem\\nAround thy form can cast unhallowed spell\\nBut rather know that it belongs full well\\nAmong the stones that form thy diadem.\\nFair are they all, but mistress over them.\\nLady, thou art, as rules the asphodel\\nAmong the drooping flowers, when the knell\\nOf day s sad burial sounds their requiem.\\nNay, I do hold, at sight of thy kind face\\nThose opals gain fresh virtues and the grace\\nThat is, dear lady, thine and e er will be\\nThey thus become thy guards, whose duties are\\nFrom hurt and harm of envious, baneful star\\nThrough night s and day s long hours to keep\\nthee free.\\n68", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nTHE HIGHER MARRIAGE\\nONE summer s eve in yonder church I whiled\\nAn hour away in meditative prayer,\\nAnd while I dreamed, a maid, most young and\\nfair.\\nWith silent step approached the Dame most mild.\\nBefore her feet, with loving touch, the child\\nLaid fresh-culled roses, odorous and rare,\\nWhose scents commingled and possessed the air\\nIn purest passion, warm yet undefiled.\\nAh, when the soul forsakes this house of clay\\nTo roam untrammelled through the courts of Day\\nAnd seek its fond companions of the past,\\nMay it not be that we (whose love is vain)\\nMay taste the sweets of innocence again\\nAnd share the perfumes purity at last?\\n69", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "Jacinta\\nA PRAYER FOR A MAN S PASSING\\nLET me not pass till eve,\\nTill that day s fight is done\\nWhat soldier cares to leave\\nThe field until it s won\\nAnd I have loved my work and fain\\nWould be deemed worthy of the ranks again.\\nLet twilight come, then night,\\nAnd when the first birds sing\\nTheir matin songs, and light\\nWakens each slumbering thing,\\nLet Someone waken me, and set\\nMy feet to steps that lead me upward yet.\\n70", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "In Preparation\\nBIGGS S BAR, OTHER\\nKLONDYKE BALLADS", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2709", "width": "1810", "jp2-path": "jacintacaliforni00suth_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": 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