{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3360", "width": "2302", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "B\\nIJMj\\nBY\\nFRANCES E. WATKINS HARPER.\\nP 11 O V I 1) E C K\\nA. Cr;!V,ror(l Gr(;ene, Printer, Kailvoacl Tiali,\\n_ji", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "WmWi\\nmm", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "F (3 E M S\\nFRANCES K WATMNS HARPER,\\nPHILADELPHIA:\\nMSRRIHSW is SON, PRINTERS,\\nNo, 135 North Third Street\\nW1.1.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "nK", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "POEMS.\\nLINES TO HON. THADDEUS STEVENS\\nHave the bright and glowing visions\\nFaded from thy longing sight,\\nLike the gorgeous tints of ev n\\nMingling with the shades of night?\\nDidst thou hope to see thy country\\nWearing Justice as a crown,\\nStanding foremost mid the nations\\nWorthy of the world s renown\\nDidst thou think thi^ grand fruition\\nReached the fullness of its time,\\nWhen the crater of God s judgment\\nOverflowed the nation s crime\\nThat thy people, purged by fire,\\nWould have trod another path,\\nCareful, lest their feet should stumble\\nOn the cinders of God s wrath", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "J OEMS,\\nAnd again the injured negro\\nGrind the dreadful mills of fate,\\nPressing out the fearful vintage\\nOf the nation s scorn and hate\\nSadder than the crimson shadows\\nHung for years around our skies,\\nAre the hopes so fondly cherished\\nFading now before thine eyes.\\nNot in vain has been thy hoping,\\nThough thy fair ideals fade,\\nIf, like one of God s tall aloes,\\nThou art rip ning in the shade.\\nThere is light beyond the darkness,\\nJoy beyond the present pain\\nThere is hope in God s great justice.\\nAnd the negro s rising brain.\\nThough before the timid counsels\\nTruth and Right may seem to fail,\\nGod hath bathed his sword in judgment,\\nAnd his arm shall yet prevail.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "F E 4 A. 5\\nAN APPEAL TO THE .A3I\u00c2\u00a5EI-^r^ N PEOPLE.\\nWhen a dark and fearful st j .ff;\\nRaged around the nation s life,\\nAnd the traitor plunged his steel\\nWhere your quivering hearts could fr-el,\\nWhen your cause did need a friend,\\nWe were faithful to the end.\\nWhen we stood with bated breath,\\nI acmg fiery storms of death,\\nAnd the war-cloud, red with wrath,\\nFiercely swept around our path.\\nDid our hearts with terror quail\\nOr our courage ever fail\\nWhen the captive, wanting bread,\\nSought our poor and lowly shed.\\nAnd the blood-hounds missed his way,\\nDid we e er his path betray\\nFilled we not his heart with trust\\nAs we shared with him our crust?\\nWith your soldiers, side by side,\\nHelped we turn the battle s tide,\\nTill o er ocean, stream and shore.\\nWaved the rebel flag no more,\\nAnd above the rescued sod\\nPraises rose to freedom s God.\\n1*", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "P E M S.\\nBut to-day the traitor stands\\nWith the crimson on his hands,\\nScowling neath his brow of hate,\\nOn our weak and desolate,\\nWith the blood-rust on the knife\\nAimed at the nation s life.\\nAsking you to weakly yield\\nAll we won upon the field,\\nTo ignore, on land and flood,\\nAll the offerings of our blood,\\nAnd to write above our slain\\nThey have fought and died in vain/\\nTo your manhood we appeal,\\nLest the traitor s iron heel\\nGrind and trample in the dust\\nAll our new-born hope and trust,\\nAnd the name of freedom be\\nLinked with bitter mockery.\\nTRUTH.\\nA PwOCK, for ages, stern and high.\\nStood frowning gainst the earth and sky,\\nAnd never bowed his haughty crest\\nAVhen angry storms around him })rest.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "POEMS,\\nMom springing from the arms of night\\nHad often bathed kis brow with light,\\nAnd kissed the shadows from his face\\nWith tender love and gentle grace.\\nDay, pausing at the gates of rest,\\nSmiled on him from the distant West,\\nAnd from her throne the dark-browed Night\\nThrew round his path her softest light.\\nAnd yet he stood unmoved and proud,\\nKor love, nor wrath, his spirit bowed\\nHe bared his brow to every blast\\nAnd scorned the tempest as it passed.\\nOne day a tiny, humble seed\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe keenest eye would hardly heed-\\nFell trembling at that stern rock s base^\\nAnd found a lowly hiding place.\\nA ray of light, and drop of dew,\\nCame with a message, kind and true\\nThey told her of the world so bright,\\nIts love, its joy, and rosy light,\\nAnd lured her from her hiding place,\\nTo gaze upon earth s glorious face.\\nSo, peeping timid from the ground,\\nShe clasped the ancient rock around,\\nAnd climbing up with childish grace^\\nShe held him with a close embrace", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Her cliogiug- was a thing of dread\\nWhere er she touched a fissure spread^\\nAnd be v^-bo d brea ted many a storm\\nStood frowning tbere^ a mangled form\\nSo Truth dropped in the silent earth.\\nMay seem a thiag; of Uttle worth,\\nTill, spreading vmiaa SiMA.e mighty wrong.\\nIt saps its pillars Uioud and strong.\\nBEATH OF THE OLD SEA KING,\\nWAS a fearful night the tempest raved\\nWith loud and wrathful pride,\\nThe storm-king hariAes^sea nis iightiiing steetls^\\nAnd rode on the raging tide.\\nThe sea-king lay on his bed of death.\\nPale mourners around him bent,\\nThey knew the wild and iitfol life\\nOf their chief was almost spent.\\nHis ear was growing dull in death\\nWhen the angry storm be heard.\\nThe sluggish blood in the old man s veius\\nWith sudden vi^or stirred.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "E M S.\\nI hear them call, cried the dyiDg man,\\nHis eyes grew full of light,\\nNow bring me here ray warrior robes,\\nMy sword and armor bright.\\nIn the tempest s lull I heard a voice,\\nI knew t was Odin s call.\\nThe Valkyrs are gathering round my bed\\nTo lead me unto his hall.\\nBear me unto my noblest ship,\\nLight up a funeral pyre\\nI ll walk to the palace of the braves\\nThrough a path of flame and fire.\\n0! wild and bright was the stormy light\\nThat flashed from the old man s eye,\\nAs they bore him from the couch of deatn\\nTo his battle-ship to die.\\nAnd lit with many a mournful torch\\nThe sea-king s dying bed.\\nAnd like a banner fair and bright\\nThe flames around him spread.\\nBut they heard no cry of anguish\\nBreak through that fiery wall,\\nWith rigid brow and silent iips\\nHe was seeking Odin s hail", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "lU FOEMS.\\nThrough a path of fearful splendor,\\nWhile strong men held their breath,\\nThe brave old man went boldly forth\\nAnd calmly talked with death.\\nLET THE LIGHT ENTER!\\nDYING WORDS OF GOETHE.\\nLight more light the shadows deepen,\\nAnd my life is ebbing low,\\nThrow the windows widely open\\nLight more light before I go.\\nSoftly let the balmy sunshine\\nPlay around my dying bed.\\nE er the dimly lighted valley\\nI with lonely feet shall tread.\\nLight! more light! for death is weaving\\nShadows round my waning sight,\\nAnd I fain would gaze upon him\\nThrough a stream of earthly light.\\nNot for greater gifts of genius,\\nNor for thoughts more grandly bright,\\nAll the dying poet whispers\\nIs a prayer for light, more light.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "E M !S. 11\\nHeeds he not t\\\\iQ gathered laurels,\\nFading slowly from his sight;\\nAll the poet s aspirations\\nCentre in that prayer for light.\\nBlessed Jesus, when our day dreams\\nMelt and vanish from the sight,\\nMay our dim and longing vision\\nThen be blessed with light, more li|\\nYOUTH IN HEAVEN.\\nfn heaven fcue angels are advancing oontmaally to th\u00c2\u00a9 sfring-tim\u00c2\u00a9\\no!f their youth, so th-^t the oldest angel appears the youBgest.\\nNot for them the lengthening shadows\\nFalling coldly round our lives,\\nNearer, nearer through the ages\\nLife s new spring for them arrives.\\nNot for them the doubt and anguish\\nOf an old and loveless age,\\nDroDDing sadly tears of sorrow\\nOn life s faded, blotted page.\\nNot for them the mournful dimming\\nOf the weary, tear-stained eye,\\nThat has seen the sad proce^siofl\\nOf its dearest hopes go by.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "O E M S.\\nNot for tliein the hopeless clingieg\\nTo life s worn 2indi. feeble strauds.\\nTill the last has ceased to tremble\\nIn our aged, withered hands.\\nNever lines of light and darkness\\nThread the brows forever fair,\\nAnd the eldest of the angels\\nSeems the youngest brother there.\\nThere the stream of life doth never\\nCross the mournful plains of deaths\\nAnd the l eariy gates are ever\\nClosed against his icy breath.\\nDEATH OF ZOMBI,\\nTHE CHIEF OI^ A NEGRO KINGDOM IN SOUTH\\nAMERICA.\\nCruel i*i vens:eance, reckless in wrath,\\nThe hunters of men bore down on our path;\\nInhuman and fi v^e, the offer thev ^ave\\nWas ireedom in i]eath or the life of a slave.\\nThe cheek of the mother grew pallid with dread.\\nAs the tidings of evil around us were spread.\\nAnd closer and closer she strained to her heart\\nThe children she feared they would sevc-r apart.\\nThe brows of our maidenD yrew ^]\\\\.i,my and sad", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "POEMS. 13\\nHot tears burst from eyes once hparkJiug and gjad.\\nOur young men stood ready to join jn the fray,\\nThat hung as a pall round our people that day.\\nOur leaders gazed angry and stei n on the strife.\\nFor freedom to them was dearer than life.\\nThere was mourning at home and death in the street,\\nFor carnage and famine together did meet.\\nThe pale lips of hunger w^ere asking for bread,\\nWhile husbands and fathers lay bleeding and dead.\\nFor day^ we withstood the tempests of wrath,\\nThat scattered destruction and death in our path,\\nTill, broken and peeled, we yielded at last,\\nAnd the glory and strength of our kingdom were past-\\nBut Zombij our leader, and warlike old chief!,\\nGazed down on our woe with unger and grief;\\nThe tyrant for him forged fetters in vain,\\nHis freedom-girt limbs had worn their last chain.\\nDefiance and daring still flashed from his eye\\nA freeman he d lived and ft-ee he would die.\\nSo he climbed to the verge of a dangerous steep.\\nResolved from its margin to take a last leap\\nFor a fearful death and a bloody grave\\nWere dea^ er to him than the life of a slave.\\nNor went he alone to the mystic land-\\nThere were other warriors in his band,\\nWiio rushed with him to Death s dark gate,\\nAll wrapped in tiic; shroud :(f a moa/i.iii?i fate.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "POEMS.\\nLINES TO CHARLES SUMNER.\\nThank God that thou hast spoken\\nWords earnest, true and brave,\\nThe lightning of thy lips did smite\\nThe fetters of the slave,\\nI thought the shadows deepened,\\nRound the pathway of the slave,\\nAs one by one his faithful friends\\nWere dropping in the grave.\\nWhen other hands grew feeble,\\nAnd loosed their hold on life,\\nThy words rang like a clarion\\nFor freedom s noble strife.\\nThy words were not soft echoes,\\nThy tones no syren song\\nT^*^v fell as battle-axes\\nUron our giant wrong.\\nf \u00e2\u0096\u00a0^\u00e2\u0080\u00a2i^d e; ant thy words of power\\nMay fall as precious seeds,\\ni iisit yet shall leaf and blosaomt\\nin high and holy d.Qed^..", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "E M S.\\n^SIE, WE WOULD SEE JESUS,\\nAVe would see Jesus earth is grand,\\nFlowing out from her Creator s hand.\\nLike one who tracks his steps with ll^iit,\\nHis footsteps ever greet our sight\\nThe earth below, the sky abovCj,\\nAre full of tokens of his love\\nBut mid the fairest scenes we ve sighed\\nOur hearts are still unsatisfied.\\nWe would see Jesus proud and high\\nTemples and domes have met our eye.\\nWe ve gazed upon the glorious thoughtj\\nBy earnest hands in marble wrought,\\nAnd. listened where the flying feet\\nBeat time to music, soft and sweet\\nBut bow rs of ease, and halls of pride,\\nOur yearning hearts ne er satisfied.\\nWe would see Jesus; we have heard\\nTidings our inmost souls have stirred.\\nHow, from their chambers full of night,\\nThe darkened eyes receive the light\\nHow, at the music of his voice,\\nThe lame do leap, the dumb rejoice.\\nAnxious we 11 wait until we ve seen\\nTiie good and gracious ^asarejie.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "POEMS\\nTHE BRIDE OF DEATH.\\nThey robed her for another groom\\nFor her bridal couch, prepared the tomb\\nFrom the sunny love of her marriage day\\nA stronger rival had won her away\\nHis wooing was like a stern command,\\nAnd cold was the pressure of his hand.\\nThrough her veins he sent an icy thrill,\\nWith sudden fear her heart stood still\\nTo his dusty palace tlie bride he led,\\nHer guests were the pale and silent dead.\\nNo eye flashed forth a loving light.\\nTo greet the bride as she came in sight,\\nNot one reached out a joyous hand,\\nTo welcome her home to the mystic land.\\nSilent she sat in the death still hall,\\nFor her bridal robe she wore a pall\\nInstead of orange-blossoms fair,\\nWillow and cypress wreathed her hair.\\nThough her mother s kiss lay on her c\\\\\\\\x\u00c2\u00bb^,\\nHer lips no answering love could speai^.,\\nNo air of life stirred in her breath.\\nThat fair young girl was the bi ide ^d v^ac^;", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "OEMS.\\nTHANK GOD FOS LITTLE CHILDREN.\\nThank God for little children,\\nBright flowers by earth s wayside.\\nThe dancing, joyous lifeboats\\nUpon life s stormy tide.\\nThank God for little children\\nWlien our skies are cold and gray,\\nThey come as sunshine to our hearts,\\nAnd charm our cares away.\\nI almost think the angels.\\nWho tend life s garden fair,\\nDrop down the sweet wild blossoms\\nThat bloom around us here.\\nIt seems a breath of heaven\\nHound many a cradle lies,\\nAnd every little bp^by\\nBrings a message from the skies.\\nThe humblest home with children\\nIs rich in precious gems,\\nThat shame the wealth of monarchs.\\nAnd pale their diadems.\\nDear mothers, guard these jewels,\\nAs sacred oiferings me\u00e2\u0082\u00act,\\nA wealth of household treasures\\nTo lay at Jesus feet.\\n2\u00c2\u00bb", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "POEMS.\\nTHE DYING F UOITIVE,\\nSlowly o er his darkened features\\nStole tlie warning shades of death,\\nAnd we knew the mystic angel\\nWaited for his parting breath.\\nHe had started for his freedom,\\nAnd his heart beat firm and high j\\nBut before he won the guerdon\\nCame the message lie must die.\\nHe must die when just before him\\nLay the longed-for precious prize,\\nAnd the hopes that lit him onward\\nFaded out before his eyes.\\nFor awhile a fearful madness\\nRested on his weary brain,\\nAnd he thought the hateful tyrant\\nHad rebound his galling chain.\\nThen he cried in bitter anguish,\\nTake me where that good man dwells\\nFor a name to freedom precious\\nLingered mid life s shattered cells.\\nBut as sunshine gently stealing\\nOn the storm-cloud s gloomy track,\\nThrough the tempests of his bosom\\nCame the light of reason back.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "J! O JG i!/ b,\\nAad, without a sigh or murmur\\nFor the friends he d left behind,\\nCalmly yielded he his spirit\\nTo the Father of mankindo\\nThankful that so near to freedom\\nHe with eager feet had trod,\\nEre his ransom d spirit rested\\nOn the bosom of his Glod.\\nBURY ME IN A FREE LAND.\\nMake me a grave where er you will,\\nIn a lowly plain, or a lofty hill.\\nMake it among earth s hum-blest graves,\\nBut not in a land where men are slaves.\\nI could not rest if around my grave\\nI heard tiie steps of a trembling slave:\\nHis shadow above my silent tomb\\nWould make it a place of fearful gloom.\\nI could not rest if I -heard the tread\\nOf a coffie gang to the shambles led,\\nAnd the mother s shriek of wild despair\\nRise like a curse on the trembling air.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "^0 POEMS.\\nI could not sleep if I saw the lash\\nDriuking her blood at each fearful gash,\\nAnd I saw her babes torn from her breast,\\nLike trembling doves from their parent nest.\\nI d shudder and start if I heard the bay\\nOf blood-hounds seizing their human prey,\\nAnd I heard the captive plead in vain\\nAs they bound afresh his galling chain.\\nIf I saw young girls from their mothers arms\\nBartered and sold for their youthful charms.\\nMy eye would flash with a mournful flame,\\nMy death-paled cheek grow red with shame.\\nI would sleep, dear friends, where bloated might\\nCan rob no man of his dearest right\\nMy rest shall be calm in any grave\\nWhere none can call his brother a slave.\\nI ask no monument, proud and high,\\nTo arrest the gaze of the passers by\\nAll that ray yearning spirit craves.\\nIs bury ine not in a land of slaves.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "POEMS\\n21\\nTPIE FREEDOM BELL.\\nRing, aye, ring the freedom bell,\\nAnd let its tones be Ioud*and clear;\\nWith glad hosannas let it swell\\nUntil it reach the Bondman s ear.\\nThrough pain that wrings the life apart,\\nAnd spasms full of deadly strife,\\nAnd throes that shake the nafion s heart,\\nThe fainting land renews her life.\\nWhere shrieks and groans distract the air,\\nAnd sods grow red with crimson rain,\\nThe ransom d slave shall kneel in prayer\\nAnd bury deep his rusty chain.\\nWhere cheeks now pale with sickening dread,\\nAnd brows grow dark with cruel wrath,\\nShall Predom s banner wide be spread\\nAnd Hope and Peace attend her path.\\nWhite-robed and pure her feet shall move\\nO er rifts of ruin deep and wide\\nHer hands shall span with lasting love\\nThe chasms rent by hate and pride.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "22 POEMS.\\nWhere waters, blusli d with human gore,\\nIJDSuliied streams shall purl along\\nWhere crashed the battle s awful roar\\nShall rise the Freeman s joyful song.\\nThen ring, aye, ^ng the freedom bell,\\nProclaiming all the nation free;\\nLet earth with sweet thanksgiving swell\\nAnd heaven catch up the melody.\\nMARY AT THE FEET OF CHRIST.\\nShe stood at Jesus feet,\\nAnd bathed them with her tears,\\nWhile o er her spirit surg d\\nThe guilt and shame of years.\\nThough Simon saw the grief\\nUpon the fair young face,\\nThe stern man coldly thought\\nFor her this is no place.\\nHer feet have turned aside\\nFrom paths of truth and right,\\nIf Christ a prophet be\\nHe M spurn her from his sight.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "POEMS,\\nAnd silently lie watelied\\nThe child of sin and care,\\nUocoil upon Christ s feet\\nHer wealth of raven hair,\\nLife she sadly thought,\\nI know thy bane and blight^,\\nAnd yet I fain would find\\nThe path of peace and right.\\n1 Ve seen the leper cleansedj\\nI Ve seen the sick made wholt\\nBut mine ^s a deeper wound-\\nIt eats into the soul.\\nAnd men have trampled down\\nThe beauty once their prize^\\nWhile wom^en pass me by\\nWith cold, averted eyes.\\nBut now a hope of peace\\nSteals o er my weary breastj\\nAnd from these lips of love\\nThere comes a sense of rest.\\nThe tender, loving Christ\\nGazed on her tearful eyes^\\nThen saw on Simon s face\\nA look of cold sui^rise.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "I OEMS.\\nSiraoD, the Saviour said,\\nThou wast to me remiss,\\nI came tby guest, but thou\\nDidst give no welcome kiss.\\nThou broughtest from thy f( linl\\nNo water cool and sweet,\\nBut she, with many tears,\\nHath bent and kissed my feet.\\nThou pouredst en my head\\nNo oil with kindly care,\\nBut she anoints my feet,\\nAnd wipes them with her hair.\\nI know her steps have strayed,\\nHer sins they many be,\\nBut she with love hath bound\\nHer erring heart to me.\\nHow sweetly fell his words\\nUpon her bruised heart.\\nWhen, like a ghastly train,\\nShe felt her sins depart.\\nWhat music heard on earth,\\nOr rapture moving heaven\\nWere like those precious words-\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTh^ sins are all forgiven I", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "X L ti in i3.\\nTHE MOTHER S BLESSING,\\nOh, my soul had grov/n so weary\\nWith its maoy cares opprest,\\nAll my heart s -high aspirations\\nLanguished in a prayer, for rest\\nI was like a loiiely stranger\\nFiniog io a distant land,\\nBearing on her lips a laoguage\\nNone around her understand.\\nLonging for a close communion\\nWith some kindred mind and heart.\\nBut whose language is a jargon\\nPast her skill, and past her arto\\nGod in Eflercy looked upon me,\\nSaw my fainting, pain and strife,\\nSent to me a blest evangel,\\nThrough the gates of light and iif@.\\nThen my desert leafed and blossomed,\\nBeauty decked its deepest wild^\\nHope and joy, peace and blessings\\nMet me in mv first-born child.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "POEMS.\\nWhen the tiny hands, so feeblej\\nBrought me smiles and joyful tears,\\nLifted from, my life the shadows,\\nThat had gathered there for years.\\nGod, I t hank thee for the blessing\\nThat at last has crowned my life,\\nSoothed its weary, lonely anguish,\\nStayed its fainting, calm d its strife.\\nGracious Parent guard and shelter\\nIn thine arms my darling child\\nTill she treads the streets of jasperj\\nGlorified and un defiled.\\nVASHTI.\\nShe leaned her head upon her hand\\nAnd heard the king s decree\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMy lords are feasting in my halls,\\nBid Vashti come to me.\\nI Ve shown the treasures of my house^\\nMy costly jewels rare,\\nBut with the glory of her eyes\\nNo rubies can compare.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "FOE3IS. 27\\nAdorn d and crown d IM have her come,\\nWith all her queenly grace,\\nAnd, mid my lords and mighty men,\\nUnveil her lovely face.\\nEach gem that sparkles in my crown,\\nOr glitters on ray throne,\\nGrows poor and pale when she appears,\\nMy beautiful, my own\\nAll waiting stood the chamberlains\\nTo hear the Queen s reply,\\nThey saw her cheek grow deathly pale,\\nBut light flash d to her eye\\nGo, tell the King, she proudly said,\\nThat I am Persia s Queen,\\nAnd by his crowds of merry men\\nI never will be seen.\\nI 11 take the crown from off my head\\nAnd tread it neath my feet\\nBefore their rude and careless gaze\\nMy shrinking eyes shall meet.\\nA queen unveil d before the crowd I\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nUpon each lip my name\\nWhy, Persia s women all would blush\\nAnd weep for Vashti s shame I", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "roEMS:\\nGo back I she cried, and waived her hand,\\nAnd grief was in her eye\\nGo, tell the King, she sadly said,\\nThat I would rather die.\\nThey brought her message to the King,\\nDark fiash d his angry eye\\nT was as the lightning ere the storm\\nHath s^vep^ i fury by.\\nThen bitterly outspoke the King,\\nThrough purple lips of wTath-\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhat shall be done to, her wiio dares\\nTo cross your monarch s path\\nThen spake his wily counsellors\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nO King of this fair land\\nFrom distant Ind to Ethiop,\\nAil bow to thy command.\\nBut if, before thy servants eyes,\\nThis thing they plainly see,\\nThat Vashti doth not heed thy will\\nNor yield herself to thee,\\nThe women, restive neath our rule,\\nWould learn to scorn our name,\\nAnd from her deed to us would come\\nKeproach and burning shame.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "POEMS.\\nTheiij gracious King, sign with thy hand\\nThis stern but just decree,\\nThat Vashti lay aside her -crown,\\nThy Queen no more to be.\\nShe heard again the King s command.\\nAnd left her high estate,\\nStrong in her earnest womanhood,\\nShe calmly met her fate,\\nAnd left the palace of the King,\\nProud of her spotless name\\nA woman who could bend to grief,\\nBut would not bow to shame.\\nTHE CHANGE,\\nThe blue sky arching overhead,\\nThe green turf neath my daily tread,\\nAll glorified by freedom s light,\\nGrow fair and lovely to my sight.\\nThe very winds that sweep along\\nSeemed burdened w^ith a lovely song,\\nNor shrieks nor groans of grief or fear,\\nFloat (jn their wings and pain my ear,", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "50 OEMS.\\nNg more with dull and aching breast,\\nKoiised by the horn I rise from rest\\nContent and cheerful with my lot,\\nI greet the sun and leave my cot.\\nFor darling child and loving wife\\nI toil with newly waken d life\\nThe light that lingers round her smile\\nThe. shadows from my soul beguile.\\nTlie prattle of my darling boy\\nFills my old heart with untold joy\\nBefore his laughter, mirth and song\\nFade out long scores of grief and wrong.\\nOh, never did the world appear\\nSo loveij to my eye and ear,\\nTill Freedom came, wath Joy and Peace,\\nAnd bade my hateful bondage cease!\\nTHE DYING MOTHEK.\\nIV\\nCome nearer to me, husband,\\nNow the aching leaves my breast,\\nBut my eyes are dim and weary,\\nAnd to-night I fain would rest.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "POEMS.\\nClasp me closer to your bosom\\nEre I calmly sleep in death\\nWith your arms enfolded round me\\nI would yield my parting breath.\\nBring me now my darling baby,\\nGod s own precious gift of love,\\nTell her^he must meet her mother\\nIn the brightei world above.\\nWhen her little feet grow stronger\\nTo walk life s paths untrod.\\nThat earnest; true and hopeful,\\nShe ro.ust lay her hands on God.\\nTell my other little children\\nThey must earl} seek His face\\nThat His love is a strong tower,\\nAnd His arms a hiding place.\\nTell them but my voice grows fainter-\\nSurely, husband, this is death\\nTell them that their dying mother\\nBless d them with her latest breath.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "FO EMS\\nWORDS FOR THE^^HOUR.\\nMen of the Nortli it is no time\\nTo quit the battle-lit ^Id\\nWhen dagger fronts your rear and van\\nIt is no time to yield.\\nNo time to beiul the battle s crest\\nBefore the wily fo^\\nAnd, ostrich-like, to hide your heads\\nFrom tile impending blew.\\nThe iiiiiiiong of a baffled wroiig\\nAre marshalling their claa,\\nHise up I TMe up, enchanted Nortli I\\nAnd strike for God and man.\\nThis is BO time for careless ease\\nNo time for idle sleep\\nGo light tlie. fires in every camp.\\nAnd solemn sentries keep.\\nThe foe ye foiled upon the Held\\nHas only changed his base\\nJ*few dangers crowd around j(m\\nAiid stare you in the fac\u00c2\u00abi.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "O Northern men within yo ir hao-ds\\nIs held no common trust\\nSecure the victories won by blood\\nWhen treason bit the dust.\\nT is yours to banish from the land\\nOppression s iron rule -m\\nAnd o er the ruin d auction-block\\nErect the common school.\\nTo wipe from labor s branded brow\\nThe curse that shamed the land\\nAnd teach the Freedman how to wield\\nThe ballot in his hand.\\nThis is the nation s golden hour,\\nNerve every heart and hand,\\nTo build on Justice, as a rock,\\nThe future of the land.\\nTrue to your trust, oh, never yield\\nOne citadel of right I\\nWith Truth and Justice clasping hands\\nYe yet shall win the fight\\n^^S", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "FOE M ;s.\\nPRESIDENT LmCOLN S PROCLAMATION\\nOF FREEDOM.\\nIt shall flash through coming ages\\nIt shall light the distant years\\nAnd eyes now dim with sorrow\\nShall be clearer through their tears.\\nIt shall flush the mountain ranges\\nAnd the valleys shall grow bright;\\nIt shall bathe the hills in radiance,\\nAiid crown their brows with light.\\nIt shall flood with golden splendor\\nAll the huts of Caroline,\\nAnd the sun-kissed brow of labor\\nWith lustre new shall shine.\\nIt shall gild the gloomy prison,\\nDarken d by the nation s x^rime,\\nWhere the dumb and patient millions\\nWait the better coming time.\\nBy the light that gilds their prison,\\nThey shall seize its mould ring key,\\nAnd the bolts and bars shall vibrate\\nWith the triumphs of the free.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Like the dim and ancient chaoSj\\nShrinking- from the dawn of ligbtj\\nOppression, grim and hoary,\\nShall cower at the sight.\\nAnd her spawn of lies and malice\\nShall grovel in the dustj\\nWhile joy shall thrill the bosoms\\nOf the merciful and just.\\nThough the morning seemed to linger\\nO er the hill-tops far away,\\nNow the shadows bear the promise\\nOf the quickly coming day.\\nSoon the mists and murky shadows\\nShall be fringed with crimson light.\\nAnd the glorioufi dawn of freedom\\nBreak refulgent on the sight.\\nTO A BABE SMILING IN HER SLEEP.\\nTell me, did the angels greet thee?.\\nGreet my darling whe^i she smiled\\nDid they whisper, softly, gently,\\nPleasant thoughts unto my child?", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "i. id thej whisper, mid thy dreaFj)ii]^\\nThoughts that made thy spirit glad\\nOf the joy-lighteci city.\\nWhere the heart is Bever sad\\nDid they tell thee of the foaB tains\\nClear as crystal^ fair as lights\\nAnd the glojy-brighteaed eonntry^\\nNever shaded by a night\\nOf lifers piire^ pellucid river,\\nAnd the tree whose leaves do yield\\nHealing for the wounded nations\\nNations smitten, bruised aad peeled\\nOf the city, ruby-foimded,\\nBuilt on gems of llashiDg light,\\nPaling all earth s lustrous jewels,\\nAnd the gates of pearly white\\nDarling, when life s shadows deepen\\nKound thy prison-house of clay,\\nMay the footsteps of G oil s ingels\\nEver linger rou i4 Ox^^ n-sy", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "P E M S.\\nTHE AKTIST.\\nHe stood before liis finished work\\nHis heart beat warm aiul high\\nBut they who gazed upon tiie youiii\\nKnew well that he must die.\\nFor many days a fever fierce\\nHad burned into his life\\nBut full of hi^h impassioned art,\\nHe bore the fearful strife.\\nAnd wmnght in extacy and hope\\nThe image of his brain\\nHe felt the death throes at his heart,\\nBut labored through the pain.\\nThe statue seemed to glow w ith life\\nA costly work of art\\nFor it he paid the fervent blood\\nFrom his own eager heart.\\nWith kindling qjq and flushing cheek\\nBut slowly laboring breath,\\nHe gazed upon his finished work,\\nThen sought his couch of death.\\\\\\nAnd when the plaudits of the crowd\\nCame like the south wind s breath,\\nThe dreamy, gifted child of art\\nHad closed his eyes in death.\\n4", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "SH P O E k !i.\\nJESUS,\\nCome speak to me of Jesus.,\\nI love that precious nanve,\\nWho built a throne of po\\\\Vk-r\\nUpon a cross of shame.\\nUnveil to me the beauty\\nThat glorifies his face\\nThe fullness of the Father\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe image of his grace.\\nMy soul would run to meet Him j\\nRestrain me not with creeds\\nFor Christ, the hope of glory,\\nIs what my spirit needs.\\nI need the grand attraction.\\nThat centres round the cioss,\\nTo change the gilded things of earth,\\nTo emptiness and dross.\\nMy feet are pi out. to wander,\\nMy eyes to turn aside,\\nAnd yet I fain would linger,\\nWith Christ the crucified.\\nI want a faith that s able\\nTo stand each storm and shock\\nA faith forever rooted,\\nIn Christ the living Rock,", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "r EM s.\\nFIFTEENTH AMENDMENT,\\nBeneath the burden of our joy\\nTremble, O wires, from East to West\\nFashion with words your tongues of fire,\\nTo tell the nation s high behest.\\nOutstrip the winds, and leave behind\\nThe murmur of the restless waves\\nNor tarry with your glorious news,\\nAmid the ocean s coral caves.\\nRing out! ring out! your sweetest chimes,\\nYe bells, that call to prayer and praise\\nLet every heart with gladness thrill,\\nAnd songs of joyful triumph raise.\\nShake off the dust, O rismg race\\nCrowned as a brother and a man\\nJustice to-day asserts her claim,\\nAnd from thy brow fades out the ban.\\nWith freedom s chrism upon thy head,\\nHer precious ensign in thy hand,\\nGo place thy once despised name\\nAmid the noblest of the land,\\nO ransonjed race! give God the praise,\\nWho ed thee through a crimson sea.\\nAnd mid the storm of fire and blood,\\nTurned out the war-cloud s light to thee.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "40 POEMS.\\nRETRIBUTION.\\nJudgment slumbered. God in mercy\\nStayed his strong avengmg hand;\\nSent them priests and sent Ihem prophets,\\nBut they would not understand.\\nJudgment lingered men, grown bolder,\\nGloried in their shame and guilt\\nAnd the blood of God s poor children\\nWas as water freely spilt.\\nThen arose a cry to heaven,\\nDeep and startling, sad and wild,\\nSadder than the wail of Egypt,\\nMourning for the first-born child.\\nFor the sighing of the needy\\nGod at length did bare his hand,\\nAnd the -footsteps of his judgments\\nEchoed through the guilty land.\\nOh the terror, grief and anguish\\nOh the bitter, fearful strife.\\nWhen the judgments of Jehovah\\nPressed upon the nation s life.\\nAnd the land did reel and tremble\\nNeath the terror of his frown,\\nFor its guilt lay heavy on it,\\nPressing like an iron crown.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "FOE MS.\\nAs a warning- to the nations.\\nBathed m blood and swathed in iirOj\\nLay the once oppressing nation,\\nSmitten by God s fearful ire.\\nTHE SIN O F ACHAN.\\nWight closed o er the battl ing army.\\nBut A bn3 ught them bo success\\nVictory perched not on their banners\\nNight V!/a full of weariness.\\nFlushed and hopeful in the morning.,\\nTurned they frora their Reader s side\\nHouted, smittea and defeated^\\nCame they back at eventide..\\nThen in words of bitter mourning\\nJoshua s voice soon arose\\nTell us, O thoo God of Jacob,\\nWhy this triumph of our foes\\nTo his pleading came the answer\\nWhy the hosts in fear did yield\\nTwas because a fearful trespass\\nMid their tents did lie concealed/^", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "42 POEMS.\\nClear and plain before His vision,\\nWith whom darkness is as light,\\nLay the spoils that guilty Achan\\nCovered from his brethren s sight\\nFrom their tents they purged the evil\\nThat had ruin round them spread\\nThen they won the field of battle,\\nWhence they had in terror fled.\\nThrough the track of many ages\\nComes this tale of woe and crime;\\nLet us read it as a lesson\\nAnd a warning for our time.\\nOh, for some strong-hearted Joshua I\\nFaithful to his day and time,\\nWho will wholly rid the nation\\nOf her clinging curse and crime.\\nTill she writes on every banner\\nAll beneath these folds are free,\\nAnd the oppressed and groaning millions\\nShout the nation s Jubilee.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "POEMS.\\nLINES TO MILES O REILEY.\\nYou ve heard no doubt of Irish bulls,\\nAnd how they blunder, thick and fast\\nBut of all the queer and foolish things,\\nO Reiley, you have said the last.\\nYou say we brought the rebs supplies,\\nAnd gave them aid amid the fight,\\nAnd if you must be ruled by rebs,\\nInstead of black you want them white.\\nYou blame us that we did not rise,\\nAnd pluck war from a fiery brand,\\nWhen Little Mac said if we did.\\nHe d put us down with iron hand.\\nAnd when we sought to join your ranks.\\nAnd battle with you, side by side.\\nDid men not curl their lips with scorn,\\nAnd thrust us back with hateful pride?\\nAnd when at last* we gained the field.\\nDid we not firmly, bravely s,tand,\\nAnd help to tarn the tide of death,\\nThat spread it-^ .min o er the land\\nWe hardly think \u00c2\u00bbvc re worse than those\\nWho kindled up this fearful strife,\\nBecause we did not seize the chance\\nTo murder helpless babes and wife.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "44 E h S.\\nAnd had we struck, with vengeful hand.\\nThe rebel where he most could feel,\\nWere you not ready to impale\\nOur hearts upon your Northern steel\\nO Roiley, men like you should wca-r\\nThe gift of song like some bright crov/n,\\nNor worse than ruffians of the ring,\\nStrike at a man because he s down.\\nTHE LITTLE BUILDERS.\\nYe are builders little builders,\\nNot with mortar, brick and stone,\\nBut your work is fffr more glorious\\nYe are building freedom s throne.\\nWhere the ocean never slumbers\\nWorks the coral neath the spray,\\nBy and by a reef or island\\nRears its head to greet the day\\nT))t*n the balmy rains and sunshine\\nScatter treasures o er the soil,\\nTill a place for. human footprints,\\nCrown the little builder s toil.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "FOFMS. 45\\nWhen the stately ships sweep o er therc,\\nCresting all the sea v/ith foam,\\nLittle think these patient toilers,\\nThey are building man a home.\\nDo you ask me, precious children,\\nHow your little hands can build.\\nThat you love the name of freedom,\\nBut your fingers are unskilled\\nNot on thrones or in proud temples,\\nDoes fair freedom seek her rest\\nNo, her chosen habitations,\\nAre the hearts that love her best.\\nWould you gain the highest freedom\\nLive for God and man alone,\\nThen each heart in freedom s temple,\\nWill be like a living stone.\\nFill your minds with useful knowledge,\\nLearn to love the true and right\\nThus you ll build the throne of freedom,\\nOn a pedestal of light.\\nf^^^C\\\\", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "POEMS.\\nTHE DYING CHILD TO HER BUND\\nFATHER.\\nDear father, I hear a whisper,\\nIt tells me that I must go,\\nAnd ray heart returns her answer\\nIn throbbiup-s so faint and low.\\nto*-\\nI m sorry to leave you, father,\\nI know you will miss me so,\\nAnd the world for you will gather\\nA gloomier shade of woe.\\nYou will miss me, dearest father,\\nWhen the violets wake from sleep,\\nAnd timidly from their hedges\\nThe early snow-drops peep,\\nI shall not be here to gather\\nThe flowers by stream and dell.\\nThe bright and beautiful flower?..\\nDear Father, you love so ^vi)i[.\\nY ^ou will miss my voice, dear tather,\\nFrom every earthly toae,\\nAll the songs that dieered your darkness^\\nAnd you be so md and kftie.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "POEMS,\\n1 can scarcely rejoice, dear father,\\nIn hope of the brighter land,\\nWhen I know you il pine in sadness.\\nAnd miss my guiding hand.\\nYc ii are weepings dearest father,\\nYour sobs are shaking my soul,\\nBut we ll meet again where the shadow\\nAnd night from your eyes shall rolL\\nAnd then you will see me, father,\\nWith visions undimmed and clear,\\nYour eyes will sparkle with rapture\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nYou know there s no blindness there.\\nLIGHT IN DAKKNESS.\\nWe ve room to build holy altars\\nWhere our crumbling idols lay\\nWe to room for heavenly visions,\\nWhen our earth dreams fsi.de awaj\u00c2\u00bb\\nThrough rifts and rents in our fortune\\nWe gazed with blinding tears,\\nTill glimpses of light and beauty\\nGilded our gloomy fears.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "F E M\\nAn ar.gel stood at oar threshold.\\nWe thought him a child of night,\\nTill we saw the print of his steps\\nMade lines of living light.\\nWe had muck the world calls precious\\nWe had heaps of shining dust\\nHe laid his hand- on our treasiires,\\nAnd wrote on them moth and rusL\\nBut still we had other treasures.\\nThat gold was too poor to buy,\\nWe clasped them closer and closer,\\nBut saw them fade and die.\\nOur spirit grew faint and he vy,\\nDeep shadows lay on our ^ars,\\nTill light from the holy cit^\\nStreamed through our mist of tears\u00e2\u0080\u009e\\nAnd we thanked the chastening angel\\nWho shaded our earthly light,\\nFor the light and beautiful visions\\nThat broke on our clearer sight.\\nOur first view of the Holy City\\nCame through our darken d years,\\nThe songs that lightened our sorrov/s,\\nWe heard raid our niglit of tears.", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n015 821 664 4", "height": "2875", "width": "1779", "jp2-path": "poems01harp_0056.jp2"}}