{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3711", "width": "2417", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "Class _^^^ 3-l\u00c2\u00a3.\\nCopyright N ^^^Z^/_\\nCOPYRIGHT DEPOSIT.", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "Where a taper erst lighted dispersed tlie gloom\\nFrom the only small window that faced on the sea. See Page 40.\\nFmnfispiccc.", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "A CANDLE-LIGHT\\nAND OTHER POEMS\\nSY\\nLOUIS SMIRNOW\\nl^\u00e2\u0080\u00a2 o 1 3\\nI a a J i\\nI 1 I\\nTHE\\nBbhcy press\\nCondon\\nPUBLISHERS\\n114\\nFIFTH AVENUE\\nNEW YORK\\nmontreaS", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "THE LIBRARY OF\\nCONGRESS,\\nTwo Copies Received\\nWAY. 13 1901\\nCOPVWQHT ENTRY\\nTyutM n\\nCLASS^^tv XXc. No.\\n913 y\\nCOPY B.\\nc-\\nCopyright, i9o\u00c2\u00bb\u00c2\u00bb\\nby\\nTHE\\nHbbcy presd", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "Co mp beiODed sister\\nflora\\ntKse, tRougi) not tfte test\\npet tfte first fruits of\\nmp labors*\\nare aeaicated*\\nCDe JIutDor", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Advertisement to a Candle-Light\\nThe author purposes to produce a collection of\\npoems under the general title of ^Tortraits From\\nLife, in which will be treated actual events or in-\\ncidents that may be worthy of recording. That\\nsuch incidents are not wanting, daily experience\\nfurnishes abundant evidence. Should we, then,\\nneglect the sublime and the beautiful or even\\nthe ugly and terrible, because they are coexistent\\nwith us? On the contrary, nothing more con-\\ncerns man than Man. For if we attempt to look\\ninto his life we behold there Infinity, and when\\nwe look into his soul we perceive the sublimity of\\nHeaven on the one hand and the depravity of\\nHell on the other. When, therefore, we present,\\nhowever slightly, to our discerning minds some pas-\\nsages of the universal drama, in varying degrees,\\nnow comical and now tragical, that is being un-\\ninterruptedly enacted on the stage of the world,\\nwe at once treat of a subject a grander or more\\nimportant than which there is not.", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Advertisement to a Candle-Light\\nKealizing that Reality, from its very nature, is\\nmore deserving than Ideality, however lofty the\\nlatter may be carried on the wings of imagination\\nand art, there seems to be no need of apology for\\nintruding poems like these on the notice of the\\npublic, on whose reception, however, of the first\\nones shall depend the appearance of those to fol-\\nlow.\\nNew Britain\\nNote \u00e2\u0080\u0094This poem was written in spare intervals be-\\ntween July 17 and October 15, 1899, while a larger work\\nwas being prepared. The third canto was written in\\nthe last twelve days.", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE.\\nDr. L, Smirnow was horn in 1874- ^Q edu-\\ncated himself, making the world his school and\\nmankind his tutor. He chose the medical pro-\\nfession and entered Yale Medical School when\\nquite young, paying his own way through college,\\nand graduxiting in 1895,-^ During the next year\\nhe served a term with one of the large hospitals in\\nConnecticut and then opened an office in New\\nHaven, A little later he removed to New Britain,\\ndevoting his leisure time to literary work, and\\nwithin two years produced an epic poem which\\nis a monumental work. As a result of a recent visit\\nto the West Indies, he has written Martinique\\nand other poems in this collection. In childhood\\nhe was a phenomenal scholar in Hebrew and used\\nto he exhibited hy his tutors as an example of\\ntheir ivorh\\nTHE PUBLISHERS.", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nrAGi\\nA Candle-Light ii\\nAbused by the World 60\\nFacetious Snowflakes 62\\nTo My Niece 64\\nSeclusion 66\\nIn Despair 71\\nWhere Is the Word 73\\nCan It Be 75\\nSome Thoughts on a December Day 76\\nShades of Darkness, Why Delay?. 87\\nShortly After 89\\nAfter Reading Walt Whitman 91\\nToo Fond of You, But Still 96\\nBut Now, My Child, Good-by 97\\nThe Path of Life 107\\nOh, Faint Not, Heart 109\\nAn Odd Moment iii\\nA Snow-Drift 114\\nEnd and Death Synonymous 118\\nEpigram 121\\nBlow On, O Winds 122\\nSpring Is Coming 124\\nThe Hours 126\\nBetwixt the Clouds 129\\nMy Wither d Plant 133\\nThe Day of May 136\\nThe Letter that Never Came 138\\nSpring 140", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Contents.\\nFACB\\nFatality 146\\nA Thought 150\\nThe Tears, They Are Many the Smiles, They Are\\nFew 151\\nA Message t 154\\nOnward, Still On 156\\nElla 159\\nWhere Rest the Souls as Good as Thine 162\\nA Doctor-Rogue 163\\nA Butterfly Far Out to Sea 166\\nThe Triumph of Death 168\\nAu Sans Pareil 169\\nIn Yon Tiny Cottage 170\\nMy First Fishing Expedition 172\\nOh, Tell Me, Heart, What Ails Thee Now 179\\nHe s a Little Depressed at the Top 182\\nSave the Jewels 184\\nDainty, Sainty Little Maid 185\\nI Love Thee, and Hate Thee, O Sea 187\\nThe Orphan Child 189\\nMartinique 191\\nHeigh-ho I m Here Again 198", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.\\nA Candlk-Light Frontispiece\\nPAGE\\nThe Departure 38\\nA Storm at Sea 44\\nThe Dead 51\\nA Snow-Duipt 115", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "A CANDLE-LIGHT\\nAND OTHER POEMS\\nA Caadle-Lighr\\nCanto I.\\nI RELATE here no story of triumph and fame,\\nNor of conqueror s glory nor conqueror s name,\\nNor of heroes who fought in the battles of men,\\nNor of such that wrought change by the use of\\ntheir pen.\\nNor of them that wild regions of earth can explore,\\nNor of those that to nations teach wisdom and lore,\\nThe real facts of the case are briefly thus A sailor,\\ngoing on a voyage, desired his sweetheart to light each\\nnight a candle in her window, until he returns. He\\nwas never seen or heard from again; but his love kept\\nher word up to the time she died, at the age of about\\nseventy, requesting of her survivors still to continue the\\nlight in the lattice. All other incidents and characters\\nare fictitious additions for the elaboration of the story.\\nit", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nNor of them that great fortunes and wealth have\\namass d.\\nOr that, pleased with success, were not pleased to\\nthe last.\\nI shall tell no great deeds by small people achieved,\\nNor of favors or boons from weak monarchs re-\\nceived,\\nNor of courtiers obeisances, nimble and low.\\nNor of ladies of court with attendant and beau,\\nOn her right, on her left, in the front and the rear,\\nEver waiting upon her each day of the year.\\nNor of subjects that ceaselessly trouble the mind.\\nNor of questions that constantly stir up mankind,\\nBut of human affection in purest of form\\nThat s untainted by passion nor weaken d by storm,\\nNor diminished by years of mischance and ill-fate.\\nNor abolished by death who is never too late,\\nAlthough death in his hurry cuts everything short,\\nSave the love of the victim whom just he had\\ncaught.\\nAnd our scene shall not be a palatial chateau\\nOn a landscape serene or a quiet plateau.\\nNor a millionaire s home nor a rich man s abode.\\nNor a nobleman s house on a nobleman s road,\\nBut a cottage as lowly as lowly they are\\nOn the coast of the sea, from the billows not far.\\n12", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nWhere the forcible surgings, assailing the shore,\\nOn the rough broken rocks spend their rage ever-\\nmore.\\nIn that hut lived a fisherman sturdy and old,\\nWho has counted his summers a score treble-fold,\\nAnd his winters as many, for winters come next\\nTo the summers, uncalled for, unwished for, un-\\nask d.\\nBut though stooping with age and oppressed by\\nhard toil,\\nHe could brave the rough sea and the tempest 3\\nturmoil,\\nAnd for days on the crest of the billows be toss d.\\nAnd for weeks in his pinnace alone be the host.\\nThat no rocks and no shores and no land and no\\nmen\\nWould appear in his thought nor loom up in his\\nken.\\nBut as still the wild winds with a fury would rise\\nA strange light, as of magic, would flash from his\\neyes,\\nAnd as still the great waves would be high with\\nthe blast\\nHe would yet open sail, well securing his mast,\\nHauling taut on the shrouds, that the forcible\\nwind\\nStill might bear him as fast as a toy on whirlwind.\\n13", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nFor he knew that at home were two children of his,\\nOne a daughter, his life, and a son all his bliss.\\nThat depend on his income and eat of his bread.\\nAnd for whom to provide he must work till he s\\ndead.\\nFor the one is so young and the. one is so fair.\\nThat she well might be called the sweet queen of\\nthe air.\\nAnd their mother, devoted and true to the last.\\nFrom the earthly abode into heaven has pass d.\\nFor some six years ago she was drowned in the sea\\nWhile attempting to save a wrecked party of three\\nFor she, too, was as brave as a woman can be\\nThat was born and raised up on the turbulent sea.\\nTwo sweet children have lived in the fisher-\\nman s hut\\nThat was cozy and snug as the shell of a nut\\nFor the worm that is in it, devouring the core.\\nAnd believing the world to be good evermore.\\nBut these children nor knew of the world or its\\ngoods.\\nNor of men with their variant, troublesome moods.\\nNor of cities or towns, nor of empires and kings,\\nNor of creatures, though human, with serpentine\\nstings,\\nNor of flatterers, liars, deceivers, and fools.\\nNor of vipers and murderers, passion s weak tools,\\n14", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nFor the one was so young and the one was so fair,\\nThat she well might be called the sweet queen of\\nthe air.\\nThus the first was the boy, but eight years to his\\nage,\\nWith marked features betraying his good lineage,\\nSo robust and so healthy, a picture of life.\\nWell prepared for the future, the future s great\\nstrife\\nAnd his face was angelic, his countenance mild,\\nAnd his brow was serene, was the brow of this\\nchild.\\nWhile the clusters and curls of a blond-golden hair\\nOverhung most profusely his head everywhere.\\nAnd his name we U call Henry, the good name of\\nold.\\nTo which millions responded, a legion untold;\\nBut if you should dislike so prosaic a name,\\nOr complain that it is unromantic and tame,\\nI wiU point to the monarchs, and princes, and\\nlords.\\nAnd to noblemen, gentlemen, dwellers of courts,\\nBoth in England, Spain, Italy, Portugal, France,\\nAll great warriors, fighters with shield and with\\nlance\\nThough prosaic their names, their great lives so\\ndecoy,\\n15", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nThat this name might well suit for a fisherman s\\nboy.\\nBut his sister, an angel, her Vesta we ll call,\\nSo resembling the goddess, if semblance be all\\nIn the features and form and the carriage and\\nmien.\\nEven then she a radiant goddess might seem.\\nBut her nature was precious and constant and true,\\nAnd so kind and so mild as can be but a few.\\nAnd so innocent, guiltless, unknowing the false.\\nAnd so trusting, relying, obeying the calls\\nOf a pure noble heart that has tasted no gall,\\nNor had known of the ways of a miserly thrall.\\nAnd her countenance shone like the face of the\\nsun.\\nSo congenial, friendly, with smiles overrun.\\nWith her lips like silk threads of a cardinal hue,\\nLike the roses her cheeks, and her eyes were deep\\nblue.\\nOf that depth of the heavens when, moonlit, the\\nnight\\nIs relieved from its darkness by heavenly light.\\nAnd her chin wore a dimple, a beautiful thing,\\nFor which sons of rich men would give up every-\\nthing.\\nAnd her nose, in proportion, set well in its place,\\nte", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThat the whole seemed not less than a goddess s\\nface.\\nWhile her auburn long tresses, now gold and now\\nbrown.\\nFrom her head in rich quantities loosely hung\\ndown.\\nThat like some lovely nymph of the woods she ap-\\npeared.\\nOr like one of those maids that in oceans are\\nreared.\\nFor of such we have read and of such we have\\nheard.\\nAnd the presence of such we have often inferred.\\nFor when rocking and tossing on mountain-like\\nwaves.\\nOr else wandering, lost, mid the dark sylvan caves,\\nA strange, wild fascination takes hold of our souls.\\nAnd a yearning, resistless, our senses infolds.\\nAnd we linger awhile, though endangered our lives,\\nAnd we stay yet a moment, which moment de-\\nprives\\nUs of valuable time that might be of great use.\\nFor which all to account or to render excuse\\nWe are forced to suppose that the mermaids and\\nnymphs\\nSo enchant or bewitch us whenever a glimpse\\n17", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nOf their haunts we obtain, that we d follow them\\nfar\\nTo their bottomless dwellings wherever they are.\\nAnd it must be related how Vesta would oft\\nOn her father attend; if the latter once coughed,\\nOr complained of a headache, a pain or a stitch,\\nShe would make him a plaster of Burgundy\\npitch,\\nA strong lotion for rubbing his sea-fretted limbs,\\nA good potion to drink, a cup full to its brims\\nOf decoctions, infusions, and spirits and wine.\\nThat might cure all the cough and procure sleep\\ndivine.\\nOut of which the poor sufferer wakes with delight.\\nWhen his illness is gone and his spirits are light.\\nShe would smoothen his brow and would dry his\\nwet hair.\\nAnd would wait on him, tend him, and give him\\nsuch care.\\nBoth in health and in sickness, that oft he believed\\nHe in Paradise rested, else greatly deceived.\\nBut the boy was her charge, was her brother, the\\nchild,\\nWhom my boy she had named, and my pet\\nshe had styled\\nOver whom with a sister s affection she watched,\\nJ8", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nOver whom with a mother^s distraction she\\nwatched,\\nFor she was to him sister and mother in one\\nAnd with tender caresses she d wake him at morn.\\nAnd with tender caresses she d rock him at eve.\\nAnd, thus fondling him, oft to his bedside would\\ncleave,\\nSweetly smiling and cooing till both, in a deep\\nQuiet revery falling, are fallen asleep\\nOf whom one was so young and the one was so fair.\\nThat she well might be called the sweet queen of\\nthe air.\\nCanto II.\\nIt was morning, and early the first sunny ray\\nBrightly danced on the face of the velvety bay.\\nThat, surrounded by rocks, to the right was dis-\\nposed\\nAnd that, fanned by the cool matin breezes, yet\\ndozed\\nThe sweet slumber of nature, and dreamed the soft\\ndreams\\nOf inanimate things, while the shadows, it seems,\\nWere conversing inaudibly, whispering low.\\nAnd relating how nightly they glide to and fro\\nJ9", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nWhile the shrubs and small trees that grew few\\nand apart.\\nFor mong rocks so they grow, were each wooing\\nwith art.\\nThe voluptuous, flirting, and sensuous gale.\\nThat with mists from the mountains descends in\\na veil.\\nAll things kissing, embracing, enshrouding them\\nall.\\nAnd refreshing the great ones, reviving the small.\\nTo the left was the sea, the great, mighty expanse.\\nOver which was presiding, as far as our glance\\nCould detect, a soft solitude, calm absolute,\\nScarce a ripple was raised on the surface so smooth.\\nScarce a splashing was heard at the base of the\\ncrags.\\nScarcely blew the brisk wind, although seldom it\\nlags.\\nBut white vapors were rising most slowly and still.\\nIn the air full expanding, ascending until\\nBoth the sea and the sky are united in one.\\nOr twixt sky and the sea a fine webbing is spun\\nThat excludes almost all of a ship from our view\\nWhich lay anchored far off on the wavering blue.\\nBy the distant horizon illusion which lent\\nIt a charm, as if heaven and ocean have blent.\\n20", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAnd the ship is named Enterprise, this ship of old,\\nOf which often the hold was intrusted with gold,\\nFrom the north frozen mines by great labor ob-\\ntained,\\nOr with silver that years in the earth was con-\\ntained.\\nOr with diamonds and pearls from the shores of\\nCeyl6n,\\nOr remains and antiques from remote Babylon,\\nAnd oft souls of frail men formed the cargo of\\nweight\\nWhich this good ship, though loth, ever led in good\\nfaith\\nTo success and achievement, though fighting most\\nbrave\\nThe rough tempests, men s souls, gold and silver\\nto save\\nYet that morning this vessel there motionless\\nstood.\\nWith her sails tied to masts that were many a rood\\nTo the sky, though her colors were flung to the\\ngale,\\nWith her helm quite a-weather, if ready to sail\\nBut awaiting a favoring wind, while the sun\\nFrom behind her spread out like a fan, and begun\\nTo shoot forth golden beams that were brilliantly\\nbright,\\n2t", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nAnd that, spreading throughout, were dispersing\\nthe night.\\nOn a rough rocky eminence beetling his top\\nFar above the calm surface, where thinly the crop\\nIs of daisies and pansies, the thyme and the rose,\\nAnd where thinly the shrubage despairingly grows,\\nA young child ^mid the shadows was running at\\nplay\\nAnd fast chasing a butterfly, beautiful, gay.\\nAnd most brilliant in colors, which, seeing its\\nplight.\\nWith its fluttering winglets now doubled its flight.\\nOh poor, innocent butterfly, beautiful thing,\\nTis thy beauty that harms thee, and love is the\\nsting\\nWhereby oft thou art stung, whereby oft thou art\\nhurt.\\nAlthough far better treatment is thy true desert.\\nBut our love is a poison, our kindness a bane.\\nWhich afford less of pleasure than sorrow and pain.\\nAnd this child was none other than Henry our\\nboy.\\nOn the top of the precipice skipping with joy\\nWhile on pleasure intent, nor was he there alone.\\nBut nearby, neath a tree, on a moss-cover d stone,\\nSat his sister, his guardian, facing the sea.\\nDeeply thoughtful and lost in profound revery,\\n22", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAnd beside her a sailor-lad motionless stood,\\nAlso thoughtful and sunk in a sorrowful mood,\\nWith her hand clasp d in his, in his eyes a blank\\nstare.\\nAnd his features betraying some worry and care.\\nIf we were simple rustics we^d come to the\\nfront\\nTheir acquaintance to make, not designed to af-\\nfront.\\nNor their peace to disturb, but just simply to ask\\nThem what ails them, what think they, what is\\nnow their task.\\nBut we, urbanized, polished, as ever we ve been,\\nWe would think this simplicity a social sin\\nNathless, wishing to know of them all we can\\nknow.\\nWe, of course, will betake us to bushes that grow\\nClose behind them, as always polite people do.\\nUnobserved there observing and hearing these two.\\nThis young sailor seemed slightly above\\ntwenty years.\\nBy a twelvemonth her senior, yet surely appears\\nMore like one who in life as in prudence matured,\\nWith his mind in sincerity firmly secured.\\nOf a manly appearance and strong, noble frame.\\nHe commands admiration, respect, and that same\\nWell-disposed inclination which lastingly serves\\n23", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nFor the honor of one who such honor deserves.\\nFor being fair both in nature, in mind and in face,\\nWhat more, then, could he summon to claim from\\nus grace\\nOr what more, then, display than a masculine mind\\nWith a feminine heart in one person combined?\\nBut there standing near by the young maiden that\\nsat\\nOn the moss-cover d stone, I must tell it, though\\nflat.\\nThat his masculine mind and his feminine heart\\nWere at war with each other, each wishing the part\\nOf supremacy, like some old neighboring feuds\\nTwixt which Rivalry her awkward presence in-\\ntrudes.\\nThen both bursting upon him with furious stress.\\nHe seemed eager to speak, as you now almost\\nguess.\\nYet restrains, then attempts, and then, lifting his\\nhead,\\nWith his hand pointing far, he thus nervously said\\nYonder lies the good ship that must bear\\nme away.\\nQuite away beyond regions where men never stray\\nNor yet musingly linger, as often they do\\nWhen no danger awaits them, no tempests are due.\\n2^", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nBut our journey will be a tempestuous one,\\nAnd the seas will be rough ^neath the tropical sun\\nAnd the seas will be rough ^neath the north frozen\\nmoon,\\nAnd the streams will be high with the Asian\\ntyphoon,\\nAs from harbor to harbor we ll rapidly sail.\\nAnd no port of the world our strong vessel will\\nfail;\\nBut ere I will return a full year will elapse,\\nAnd a year of one s life is a terrible lapse.\\nHere he finished, and Vesta, suppressing a\\nsigh,\\nSoftly framed this consoling and tender reply\\n^*It is strange that thou, living for years on the\\nsea.\\nOn that deep, throbbing heart, where thou ever\\nwilt be\\nFor the love of its splendor, as oft thou hast told.\\nYet, moreover, because it forever must hold\\nAs so long it has held of thy parents the bones.\\nWhose sad death is bewailed by the wind s fleeting\\nmoans\\nThou, who often the roughest of weather didst\\nbrave\\nAs the roughest of tempests, would once, meseems\\nsave\\n25", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nThee the trouble of sailing the sea. Yet behold\\nO er the ship the bright sun sheds his purple and\\ngold,\\nAnd smiles lavishly on the brave crew then rejoice\\nAnd cheer up, for the omen is good, and a voice\\nSpeaks encouragement from the great deep; from\\nabove\\nGod will watch thee, protect thee, and send thee\\nHis love.\\nIf it seems strange to thee, it does not so\\nto me.\\nFor which reason my words more explicit shall be.\\nSeest thou yonder black crow -with adventurous\\nwing\\nOn the smooth surface flying a roundabout ring?\\nShe would fain in the deep silent waters descend\\nFor a fish or a crab, if she upward could wend\\nBut the fear of her losing the light in the air\\nQuite prevents her descending the ocean to dare.\\nI recoil not from sea nor from storm-breeding\\ngales,\\nNor from hardship or toil that my station entails,\\nNor demur I to leave there the rough, rocky\\nstrand\\nBut the thought that my treasures remain on the\\nland.\\nAll my riches, my glory, the jewels of my crown,\\n26", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThat my soul s aspirations, my hopes are laid down\\nAt the mercy of winds and caprice of the seas,\\nThat thought vexes and renders me so ill at ease.\\nA short pause now ensued, of the two neither\\nspoke,\\nTill, impatiently growing, the silence he broke;\\nAnd though suns may oft shine on the ship s\\nnoble masts.\\nIt prevents not the coming of seafaring blasts;\\nAnd though Providence often may watch us on\\ndeck.\\nIt not always prevents us becoming a wreck.\\nAnd a year is so long and one s life is so short,\\nThat we sailors prefer oft remaining in port.\\nVesta sighed now most certainly, ask me not\\nwhy,\\nAnd a tear bright as dew she wiped quick from\\neach eye;\\nThough I know not the reason, I heard not the\\ncause.\\nBut her answer now due will reveal, I suppose,\\nTo our full satisfaction the motive thereof;\\nThus she spake these sweet words like a whispering\\ndove:\\nYet be patient, let nothing distract thy good\\nmind;\\nWhen unshaken the Will it is easy to find\\n27", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nThe Way leading to triumph and brilliant suc-\\ncess;\\nTherefore let not vain fancies thy spirits oppress;\\nNor mere fears thy brave heart with vain sorrows\\ndepress.\\nFor such trifles oft broken have many a plan,\\nAnd have often wrought havoc with many a man,\\nWhile deceived was their purpose, their hopes aU\\ndissolved.\\nLife s endeavors unfinished, life problems un-\\nsolved.\\nIt is true what thou say st, he with ardot\\nexclaimed,\\nAnd I ll heed the advice thou so kindly hast\\nframed\\nYet but tell me one word, 0, dear Vesta, do say.\\nWilt thou think of me somewhat when I am away\\nAlso when, the year ending, I shall have returned,\\nWilt thou be somewhat glad when thereof thou\\nhast learned\\nQuite surprised by such query and taken\\naback.\\nJust that moment the proper reply did she lack,\\nAnd could simply say coldly, as say would the\\nmost:\\n**A strange question thou askest; the answer thou\\nknow st.\\n28", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThe advantage her answer afforded was plain,\\nWhich to grasp and make use of he would not re-\\nfrain\\nHence he stooped close behind, o er her shoulder\\nthen bent.\\nHis right arm round her neck he most cautiously\\nsent.\\nHis left hand hers still pressing, though pressing\\nmore tight\\nShould you think him too bold you were certainly\\nright.\\nBut perhaps we must blame now his feminine\\nheart.\\nOr the fact that he soon for a year must depart,\\nBut whatever the cause, it is certainly true\\nHe pressed close as his theme he essayed to pursue.\\nSince thou so much presumest, is what he\\nreplied,\\nOn my knowledge of thee, let me not be denied\\nThat same privilege, by which, when granted it is.\\nMy discourse may be guided, nor guided amiss.\\nCanst recall it to mind, long ago, when of old\\nWe were playmates about here, and pleasures un-\\ntold\\nOn us waited from morning till late in the eve.\\nAnd much-needed repose in the night did relieve\\n29", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nOur non-anxious minds? Though mere children,\\nI hung\\nOn thy path, thou as well at my side ever clung.\\nEach the other admiring and loving so well,\\nAs of gnomes and of gnomides the stories they\\ntell;\\nNor our parents objected, but rather were glad\\nTo behold our young hearts with young love run-\\nning mad.\\nI was reared for the sea and the life it de-\\nmands,\\nAnd was trained by a brave sailor s strong tawny\\nhands.\\nThat me guided through dangerous passes of youth\\nAs through dangerous passes of sea; they made\\nsmooth\\nAll the rough ragged waves of the seafaring life.\\nAnd so fashioned my nature that it be not rife\\nWith the failings and faults of a land-lubber s life.\\nFor that sailor was none but my father and he\\nThis unflagging, kind vigilance kept over me.\\nAnd my mother encouraged me in this good work,\\nAnd enjoined on me never my duties to shirk;\\nYet demanded that often to home we return.\\nWhich, when done, to satiety soon would I learn\\nOf the comforts and pleasures of home, and the\\nbliss\\nOf a motherly blessing, a motherly kiss.\\n30", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nYet thou, Vesta, wert ever in mind as in\\nsight,\\nAnd when once, on a terrible, storm-beaten night.\\nThe black sea swallow d them that I loved so well.\\nFor me, too, seemed to sound the hoarse funeral\\nbell.\\nAnd the grave stood wide gaping my corpse to re-\\nceive.\\nAnd grim death was at hand me of life to relieve.\\nFor naught else could I see than gross shadows and\\ngrim,\\nAnd fantastic appearances, cloudy and dim,\\nAs if arms were raised beckoning up from the sea,\\nAnd their voices, though drowned, seemed yet call-\\ning for me.\\nThat I thought I would follow them to the great\\ndeep.\\nThe same fate to obtain, the same fortunes to reap\\nThen I thought of thee, Vesta, as if in a dream\\nI could see thee in tears, and distressed didst thou\\nseem,\\nThat I said to me, Hold let no rashness occur\\nFor if not for thyself, thou must live still for\\nher/\\nHe moved forward to see the effect it pro-\\nduced.\\nAnd beheld her face bathing in tears thus induced\\n3J", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nBy the tale so pathetic then, growing more bold,\\nOn his knee by her side the remainder he told\\n**Since then, Vesta, thou wert of my life the\\nsole hope.\\nOf my days the sole light, that whenever I grope\\nIn the dark underpasses of human affairs,\\nFull despairing, and burden d with burdensome\\ncares.\\nIf it be in the East, if it be in the West,\\nOn what sea or what country my soul feels de-\\npress d.\\nBut thy name I need mention, of thee I need think,\\nAnd distress and despair instantaneously sink\\nInto utter oblivion, past and forgot\\nThus thou lightest my life and mak st lighter my\\nlot.\\n^Nor reject now my pleadings, nor harden thy\\nheart.\\nOh, forbear, my dear Vesta, to give me the smart,\\nFor nay ^yes, I must tell it I come a great way\\nAt thy angel-like feet my heart s contents to lay\\nAnd believe me I love thee, ah yes, though a plain.\\nCommon sailor, tis true, yes indeed, twas not sane\\nThus to tell, but in Heaven they make it, they\\nforge\\nIt, and, Eising she here interrupted Oh,\\nGeorge\\n32", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nCanst thou cherish the feelings I cherish for\\nthee?\\nMay the heavens attest to my word answer d he.\\nLong they stood in each other s fair arms\\nclose embraced,\\nNeither utter d a word; on each brow could be\\ntraced\\nUtmost happiness, such as true lovers can feel\\nThat at last their long hidden affections reveal.\\nAs when one in ecstatic emotion is lost\\nO er a kinsman or friend, to make sure that his\\nhost\\nIs still present he clasps him more tight to his\\nbreast.\\nSo now George, this young sailor-lad, frequently\\npress d\\nThe fair Vesta against his emotional heart,\\nAnd as often caress d her with tenderest art,\\nYet distrusted his senses, believed not his eyes.\\nNot believing, and therefore demanded thuswise:\\nIs it true, then, my angel, my darling, my\\njoy,\\nIs it true that thou lov st me, and couldst thou\\nemploy\\nThy good heart and fair mind in a cause all my\\nown.\\nOr have our sep rate causes in one lately grown?\\n33", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nIt is true, my dear friend, now the spark is ap-\\nplied,\\nAnd our hearts as our causes together are tied\\nBy Love s strong, indissoluble bands. By that\\nLight\\nAfter which my soul ever aspires, by that Might\\nAll things ruling, by Heaven that spreadeth above,\\nI declare now my constant, unwavering love.\\nMay the angels deign solemnize this with a song,\\nFor I know, all things equal, it cannot be wrong.\\nAnd to this he retorted: I swear by the sea\\nWhich I love, and the stars which our guidance\\nmust be.\\nThat my word is most true, my affection most\\npure,\\nWhich the length of my life shall not fail to en-\\ndure;\\nAnd whatever may chance and whatever may\\nchange,\\nThese resolves in the future shall nothing de-\\nrange.\\nLo I look in thine eyes, he exclaimed as he\\npaus d,\\nAnd behold in each one a vast sea I feel lost\\nIn their depth, I feel lost in their height, so im-\\nmense\\n34", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nTheir extent! like the shoreless and floorless ex-\\npanse.\\nAll serene are their surfaces, peace there abides\\nNor are surging their waves, nor are rising their\\ntides\\nAnd thy brow spreads above them as calm as the\\nsky,\\nFraught with deep meditations, exalted and high.\\nBe thou ever my loved one, my angel, my sprite.\\nSo that thee I will worship and ever will dight\\nIn rich garlands of roses and lilies and th3^me.\\nAnd forever adore thee. And the length of time\\nThat I must be away, in all parts of the earth,\\nOn all streams, on all seas, either sorrow or mirth\\nBreed the soil, breed the clime, good or bad be my\\nlot.\\nStill my thoughts as my mind shall be fixed to this\\nspot.\\nAnd so, too, she made answer, wherever\\nthou art.\\nIn the cold, in the heat, thou bear st with thee my\\nheart.\\nAnd my eyes shall still follow thee, land in, land\\nout.\\nWith my blessings pursuing, thereof be no doubt.\\nBut, ah must thou go forth? My heart is not at\\nease\\n35", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nWhen I think of thee braving the harassing seas.\\nBe thou comforted fear not my voyage at\\nlarge,\\nI myself fear it not though exacting my charge.\\nStill I prize such a life. One thing, love, will I\\npray\\nWhen I am to return, a full year from this day.\\nThou wilt place in thy lattice a taper whose light,\\nLike a star, will direct me in darkness of night.\\nAnd if winds or rough seas our good vessel delay.\\nBe thy heart not oppressed nor assailed by dismay,\\nBut just light in thy window the candle each\\nnight.\\nTill, arriving, I may in the night see its light.\\nThis be sure will I do, and remember, I\\npray,\\nWhere the lattice permits the light s glimmering\\nray\\nTo shine out on the sea, sits thy love there alone.\\nDisconcerted, dejected, dishearten d and prone\\nTo unpleasant distemper, until the year s close.\\nThou returning, will bring to her cheerful repose.\\nBe, my fair, of good cheer, he replied, nor\\nadmit\\nTo thy heart this chagrin or vexation unfit.\\nLet us hope and be patient, for patience and hope\\nIn the end will of happiness broaden the scope.\\n36", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nBut farewell now, my darling, my love, say\\ngood-by\\nOf the morning the veil is uplifted, and nigh\\nComes the sun to the top of the masts on yon ship\\nI must hasten my steps to start out on our trip.\\nA right friendly farewell she him bade, and\\nhim blessed,\\nAs becomes an occasion when friendship is pressed,\\nTill they finally deemed it was time to depart,\\nAnd he did, after many attempts, really start\\nOn his way, going down a curved precipice, steep\\nAnd inclined, mong the cliffs in the canyon-like\\ndeep\\nOf the mountains; still downward and downward\\nhe went.\\nAnd his path seemed a winding and endless de-\\nscent\\nThrough the thin sloping meadow, like some be-\\nwitched shore\\nA charmed ocean encircling a thousand times o er.\\nAt last he is discerned like a small tiny speck\\nAt the foot of the mountain, approaching a neck\\nOf the sea that stretch d out like a natural moat\\nWell protecting a fortress, then enter d a boat\\nHim awaiting, immediately plying the oars,\\nWhen the mountains receded, receded the shores.\\n37", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nFar above stood his sweetheart down-looking\\nat him\\nDisappearing far off in the shadowy, dim,\\nAnd deep distance, that seems without length,\\nwithout end,\\nWithout breadth, without measure, whereto all\\nthings tend\\nThat are dubious, doubtful, and unascertained,\\nAnd where Chance, Fate, Illusion dwell self-en-\\ntertained.\\nSoon this distance grew out of proportion and he.\\nScarce discernible, came to the ship on the sea,\\nThe ship we have named Enterprise, boarded her\\nthen,\\nAnd she, soon setting sail, went from sight of all\\nmen.\\nVesta stood long in silence and ceased not\\nto gaze\\nOn the closing horizon where floated a haze\\nAnd closed over her George and the ship. A deep\\nsob\\nLeft her breast, well she knew, well she felt the\\nheart s throb.\\nAnd upweird as a fountain the tears to her eyes.\\nYet remained there and flowed not, as clouds in\\nthe skies\\nKeep the rain in suspense, any moment to fall.\\n38", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAt this instant came Henry and joyous did call\\nTo her, having of sorrow or care not a thought\\nSister, see what I have a nice butterfly caught\\nIn the bushes beyond I will tear off its wings\\nAnd then try, Heavens! don t, my good\\nchild; on these things\\nHave compassion, have mercy how beautiful they\\nHas it harmed thee or hurt thee or stung thee\\ndo say\\nLet it go, let it fly, make it free, it will thank\\nThee so much, Nothing more could she say,\\nbut just sank\\nTo the ground, her hands cover d her face, her\\nlong hair\\nFlowed about, and her weeping was lost in the air.\\nCanto III.\\nA year now had elapsed, and fair Vesta is seen\\nIn her chamber alone mid the dark sylvan scene\\nOf the evening s soft hour, when the tranquil de-\\ncline\\nOf the sun emits faint mellow light on the line\\nOf the mountains deep shadows with silence hold\\nsway\\nOn the landscape, the sea is engulfed in the spray\\n39", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nThat is thinly spread over its blue, sleepy face\\nTis the hour when the wandering Spirits embrace\\nTheir good chance to appear on the earth once\\nagain,\\nAnd the shades of the dead, reappearing, remain\\nOver night, till at morning they flee with affright\\nNot a soul dares to stir or walk out in the night,\\nOr attempt to look into the darkness, but must\\nE cr pray to the Lord and in Him ever trust.\\nSo thought Vesta while sitting alone in her room\\nWhere a taper, erst lighted, dispersed the gloom\\nFrom the only small window that faced on the sea,\\nWhile upon a small table was placed, as might be,\\nA vase full of grand flowers of elegant scent,\\nRoses, daffodils, pinks, lilacs, and peppermint.\\nAlso sweet-smelling herbs of all kinds; while no\\nless\\nWas prepared a repast and warm drinks, I confess\\nTo hot coffee and tea and the like, for the one\\nTo arrive by the sea ere the coming of dawn.\\nNow the darkness descended and blacken d the\\nAnd all things on the earth were as dark, while on\\nhigh\\nWere the stars all extinguished, the moon in a\\ncloud\\n40", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThe waves rose in their height the wind whistled\\naloud.\\nAnd the night was most stormy, yet Vesta reck d\\nnot,\\nBut walked quietly in her small chamber about,\\nSitting down, then arising and looking outside,\\nThrough the window or door which, now opening\\nwide.\\nShe could see but the darkness and hear but the\\nroar\\nOf the wind and the wave beating loud on the\\nshore.\\nRobed in white silken gown neatly trimmed to the\\nwaist,\\nA pink rose on her breast, the hair dressed in good\\ntaste.\\nAll of grace, all of beauty, she seemed not unlike\\nThe fair Cynthia seeking, or waiting belike.\\nFor her young mortal lover far down in the cave,\\nNever ceasing him making immortal to crave.\\nSlowly went the slow hours of the night, slowly\\ntolled\\nThe bell-buoy on the sea, ever slower there rolled\\nThe slim hands on the clock, pointing now toward\\none.\\nThen at two, and at three, but it never had done\\nBefore this two short hours into more than a day\\n4J", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nBut yet would it reach four without further delay\\nShall it point farther still, or forever here stay?\\nIn her chair she at last fell asleep; yet the\\nmorn\\nLacked an hour to his birth, but the fury and scorn\\nOf the winds now subsided and hoarse grew the sea,\\nCalm returned, peace descended, and Dawn with\\na glee\\nFled from east toward west with alarming great\\nspeed,\\nAnd spread over the land. Eusset Morning now\\nfreed\\nFrom his nocturnal lair hastened fast toward noon\\nThe sun rose, the birds sang, the leaves rustled,\\nand soon\\nThe midday in full splendor from heaven arrived,\\nWhen a raven, belated, athwart the house dived\\nThrough the air, loudly croaking, bad omen, no\\ndoubt,\\nWhich now Vesta aroused, and she glanced all\\nabout,\\nThen walked out of the house to find him whom\\nshe sought.\\nBut no trace could she find, and no tidings were\\nbrought.\\nMany days did she spend in this vigilant\\nwatch,\\n42", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAll av/ake in the night, in the day walking much\\nOn the shores of the sea, on the heights of the land,\\nOn the tall rocky hills that were ranged on each\\nhand.\\nLong and tedious weeks passed away, and three\\nmonths\\nNow expired, yet fair Vesta, expectant, not once\\nCeased to watch and to hope and to kindle the\\nlight;\\nBut he came not by day and he came not by night.\\nThe bleak month of November arrived, when\\nthe storms\\nAssume menacing aspects and terrible forms.\\nYet she feared not nor heeded the storm nor the\\ncold.\\nBut one drear afternoon, when a horror untold\\nSwept the face of the land, she walked out to the\\ncliffs,\\nThence to see if among the yachts, frigates, and\\nskiffs.\\nThat come from the horizon there comes not that\\nShip\\nOf proud crest and bold sails, homeward from the\\nlong trip.\\nOn whose deck is her sailor, her darling, her boy\\nHim to meet with stretch d arms and a heart full\\nof joy,\\n43", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nWith a smile and a blessing, yet chiding withal\\nFor delaying so long and neglecting to call.\\nIn a plain snowy-white silken gown was she\\ndressed,\\nWith two white and pink roses adorning her\\nbreast\\nBut the wind blew the roses in fragments away.\\nAnd inflated her gown like a sail on the bay,\\nAnd undid her long hair, and blew harsh in her\\nIf to tell her how hopeless and sad is her case.\\nThen she knelt on the turf and prayed, weeping, to\\nGod,\\nAnd her tears gushing forth hotly fell on the sod,\\nWhile the clouds from above slowly dropped their\\nown store.\\nAnd the wind moaned and wailed louder yet than\\nbefore.\\nYellow leaves from the trees fell in heaps on the\\ndrift.\\nThe sky loured, the clouds heaved, and the ocean\\ndid lift\\nHis wild clamoring tongues to the mountains,\\nwhence Jove\\nFreed his thunder and lightning at pleasure to\\nrove\\nIn this desolate chaos of nature pervers d\\n44", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nA black squall rose anon, and the rocks seemed to\\nburst\\nWith the blast that was beating against every side.\\nAnd the scene was most terrible. Vesta then\\ncried\\nOh, all-merciful Lord, save my love on the sea\\nAnd the echo remurmur d, my love on the sea.\\nShe arose and went swift to the house, for the\\nrain\\nCame in torrents, and Henry alone did remain.\\nDoubtless fearing the storm; now she open d the\\ndoor\\nAnd thus heard the child pray as he knelt on the\\nfloor:\\nGod of Heaven, oh, save our good father at sea,\\nAnd she thought how unlike her own prayer\\nprayed he.\\nHim she clasped in her arms and sank down in a\\nseat,\\nAnd him bathed in kisses and tears, as was meet.\\nWhile the squall and the tempest augmented in\\nforce,\\nThe loud thunders and lightnings pursuing their\\ncourse.\\nAnd the rain seemed to fall without any remorse.\\n45", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nSix months more sped away and our maiden\\ngrew sad\\nAnd disheartened and pale, now in gray dresses\\nclad\\nAnd demurring aspect, often sighed she and wept.\\nNever fully she woke, never fully she slept\\nWhile Neglect took possession of all in the hut,\\nSettling firmly therein, and Discomfort did shut\\nThe door over all pleasanter things she as well\\nWas much changed, very listless and cast in a spell\\nOf unceasing dejection and gloom unrelieved,\\nWhile her father no more her attention received;\\nNow his meal she forgot, now his bed overlooked.\\nAnd her brother, her child, even, also was booked\\nFor the same; and their home was most dull and\\nuncheer d.\\nAll because her young sailor had yet not appeared.\\nOn a Sunday her father was home as he sat.\\nHis boots oiling, he glanced at his girl standing at\\nThe small window that looked on the sea, and his\\neyes\\nBecame dim and obscured, her observing thuswise.\\nThen he said My dear daughter, of late I took\\nnote\\nThy demeanor so changed and thy nature so smote\\nWith unusual sadness. Disclose to me, then,\\n46", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nWhat oppresses thy spirits, whence comes it and\\nwhenr\\nIt is nothing, dear father this sadness you see\\nBy the dull dreary weather is brought upon me.\\nSay not so, my good lass. This gray head\\nis too old\\nNot to know of some things which in vrords are not\\ntold.\\nWhilom thou wert so happy and bright as a fay.\\nSinging, dancing, rejoicing the length of each day,\\nNow art downcast, if galled, and bear st ever thine\\neye\\nOn the ocean s broad face, as if thence to descry\\nOf thy Saviour the advent, while here every night,\\nIf to search Him or guide Him, thou keepest a\\nlight.\\nTell thy father, my girl, after what dost thou seek\\nMayhap he can assist thee; delay not, but speak.\\nThen she turned and walked up to him, fell\\non her knees.\\nAnd besought thus Oh, father, I am not at ease,\\nYet forgive me, I pray, for not telling ere now,\\nBut if ever thy blessing I needed, I vow.\\nOh, dear father, I need it most now. This she\\nsaid,\\nBut could gay nothing more, and she burrowed her\\nhead\\n47", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nIn his lap and wept bitterly, bitterly sobbed,\\nAnd her heart seemed abreaking, so strongly it\\nthrobbed.\\n**God be with thee, my lassie, he comforted her\\nAs he placed his browTi hand on her head, naught\\ndeter\\nThee from telling thy father thy plight. So he\\nbade.\\nAnd she told him of George and the vow he had\\nmade,\\nAnd the pledge she him gave, and their mutual\\nconsent,\\nAnd their love for each other, and each one s intent\\nTo remain true forever, forever most true\\nHis departure and promised return overdue\\nThe real cause of the candle-light did she explain,\\nAnd the cause of her sorrow and sadness made\\nplain.\\nThen her father consoled her as well as he could.\\nAnd the seaman s vicissitudes made understood,\\nAnd related long stories of fate and of chance.\\nAnd of luck and adventure and sailors romance.\\nHow at last all goes happy, as this case will be\\nHe remember d George well, a good laddie was he,\\nAnd he meant to give Vesta to him as a bride,\\nYet she need not despair, but in hope still abide\\nHe himself will go scouting the seas and perhap3\\nWill yet meet him ere many a day will elapse.\\n4$", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nSo it was, and the fisherman sailed many days.\\nMany months did he sail on the rivers and bays.\\nOn the sea and the ocean in quest of the one\\nWho long since from the sight of all men has been\\ngone.\\nOf all sailors he met, of all vessels he saw-\\nHe demanded some clew, and attempted to draw\\nInformation concerning the ship Enterprise,\\nAnd they gave him some tidings of her ^neath the\\nskies.\\nIn the northern cold waters above Labrador,\\nPast the straits and the islands, the haven and\\nshore,\\nDown the mighty Atlantic, round Cape of Fare-\\nwell,\\nNorth to Iceland, there stopping some cargo to\\nsell;\\nAnd another declared that he saw her come thence\\nPast the islands of Britain and harbors of France,\\nThen at Lisbon put in for repairs. Others yet\\nSaw her passing the Strait of Gibraltar and set\\nOut for Malta, there passengers taking, and sail\\nToward Smyrna and Cyprus with baggage and\\nmail\\nThrough the Isthmus she passed, so a captain de-\\nclared,\\n49", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nTwixt the continents sailing, the tempest her\\nspared.\\nThough the tempest was great; then at Bombay\\nshe stopped,\\nSailed the coast of wild Africa, anchor then\\ndropped,\\nAs some told, at the Cape of Good Hope later on\\nShe was spied at the mouth of the great Amazon\\nAnd one saw her at Eio Janeiro, a third\\nSaw her making Cape Horn; the Pacific was\\nstirred\\nBy her pov/erful crest; she was Vhelmed in a\\nsquall\\nOn the waters misnamed, but escaped safe withal,\\nThen was heard of at Feejee, was heard of again\\nMong the islands more north, but was never since\\nthen\\nEither heard of or seen by the seafaring men.\\nIn this way ten long years have been spent,\\nand one eve.\\nWhen the darkness to nature an aspect did give\\nOf unqualified mourning and sombre distress,\\nOur old fisherman, clad in the fisherman s dress,\\nOn his sloop lying stretched, with his face to the\\nsky,\\n50", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nHis hands crossed on the chest, slowly came sail-\\ning by\\nThe curved shore, and then drifted to right on the\\nbay,\\nWhere his children discover d him dead the next\\nday.\\nHe was buried near by the lone hut; there\\nalone\\nWas he laid, with no monument or sculptured\\nstone\\nTo mark out his cold grave, yet the grass-cover d\\nmound\\nOn the hill was by Yesta most easily found\\nWhere she daily brought flowers, the fresh-smell-\\ning growth\\nThat the valley would yield, and she often was loth\\nTo depart, but for hours there alone so she wept\\nThat her tears well could penetrate to the grave s\\ndepth.\\nTo the same occupation took Henry, now\\ngrown\\nTo be twenty equipped for his trade, he did own\\nAll utensils, his father s at first, a good boat.\\nMany nets, a strong sloop, and more such that can\\nfloat\\nBoth by sail and by oar, over deep, over shoal,\\nWith great speed, yet amenable to his control.\\n5J", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nOther fishermen meanwhile arrived on the spot\\nAnd made settlements, yet thereby Henry lost not.\\nFor enough were the fish and full wide was the sea\\nTo permit of the trade more extensive to be.\\nThey made settlements there and a village did\\nbuild\\nWhich they Bleakville have named; soon its har-\\nbor was filled\\nWith tugs, schooners, and vessels of many a kind.\\nAnd the steam-cars were running thereto. As we\\nfind\\nIn such cases, the village grew up to a town.\\nWhile its commerce increased every year. As the\\ncrown\\nOf their glory was Vesta esteemed by each soul,\\nAnd their pride, too, she was, for she played a\\nchief role\\nIn the town taught the children at school, helped\\nthe poor.\\nSang in church, kept the post-office, made a detour\\nNow and then ^mong the people their mites to\\ncollect\\nFor sick sailors and seamen who suffered neglect.\\nStill she lost not her charms and her beauty yet\\nhad.\\nWherefore many a villager nearly ran mad\\nWith the love for her; many an one paid his suit\\n52", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nWooed and lost, while she told each one that her\\npursuit\\nIs to hope and be patient, for patience and hope\\nIn the end will of happiness broaden the scope.\\nAnd one day a rich broker, concluding some\\ndeals\\nFor a car-load of whales and a car-load of seals,\\nFrom the city arriving, thought what precious\\nthing\\nTo the city a token from here could he bring.\\nHe was shown many opals and rubies and gems.\\nMany diamonds and pearls set in gold diadems.\\nBut these are not the best of all gifts; so he\\nthought\\nAs he strolled on the street then appeared, though\\nunsought,\\nA strange vision before him a goddess of light\\nIn the street stood full radiant, glorious sight.\\nBending over a child that lay hurt on the walk\\nAnd that, sickly and pale, was scarce able to talk.\\nIf this goddess has wings they are closely con-\\ncealed\\nBy her dress, but her vestments and visage revealed\\nHer true nature, a heavenly form gifted so\\nWith rare beauty and heaven s own attributes. Lo\\nShe stoops over and picks the child up with a kiss\\nBears it tenderly on to such place where there is\\n53", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nGood provision and succor for cases like this.\\nThen he followed her footsteps and followed them\\nclose,\\nAs if drawn by invisible powers he goes,\\nAnd then enter d the house where the goddess de-\\nlayed,\\nBut soon found that this goddess is a mortal maid,\\nAnd none other than Vesta; so charmed was he\\nthen\\nThat he thought a fair angel dwelt here among\\nmen.\\nFar below fall the opals, gems, diamonds, and\\npearls,\\nHere sweet Heaven itself to his senses unfurls\\nWhat more rare or more precious a thing could he\\ntake\\nThan so lovely a bride as she truly would make\\nHe accordingly told her his heart s burning flame,\\nHis unlimited wealth and illustrious name;\\nHe would make her as happy and rich as a queen,\\nAnd would furnish a palace the best ever seen\\nOf fine marble and granite, with gardens around,\\nWhere will riches and luxuries ever be found.\\nAnd attendants and servants and maids will\\nabound.\\nShe herself will go dressed in the costliest silk.\\nBy rich jewels adorned, pearls as white as pure\\nmilk,\\n54", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAnd large diamonds and rubies imbedded in gold,\\nTrimmed with fabrics that by Orientals are sold.\\nShe will live a most happy and fortunate life.\\nIf she only would say that she would be his wife.\\nHimself young and quite handsome he might well\\nexpect\\nHer reply in the positive, in which respect\\nHe found he was mistaken, for, thanking him\\nmuch.\\nShe refused him and added with exquisite touch:\\nI must put in my lattice a taper each night.\\nTill, arriving, he may in the night see its light.\\nOf all things we regret in the passing of years\\nAre the years themselves, passing if oceans of tears\\nAnd unnumber d raised hands, all imploring their\\nstay.\\nAre unworthy a cause for their steps to delay.\\nAt the threshold of life ourselves once do we find\\nThen all passes like some panorama, and blind\\nIs the eye that discerns not the flight, and the ear,\\nToo, is deaf that the passing of life cannot hear.\\nWe entreat yet a moment, implore yet an hour.\\nWe beg prostrate before the eternal great Pow r\\nThat our time be extended, however though short\\nWe have learned our hard lessons, our battles we\\nfought,\\n55", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nAnd will profit now by them and wisely live well,\\nIf some years but be granted wherein we might tell\\nOur experience to others but no, tis too late\\nSoon our end is decreed by implacable Fate,\\nWhich consigns us to that from which first we\\nwere made.\\nVesta found her years fleeting as swift as a\\nsail\\nOn the wind, she her fiftieth birthday could hail\\nBut, more sad to relate, as fast flitted her charms,\\nAnd her beauty now waned. That first sign which\\nalarms\\nGenteel people, that silvery turn of the hair.\\nLighted on her fair head, and she now was awars\\nThat old age is advancing, advancing too fast,\\nAnd her future will soon be a thing of the past.\\nHer face wrinkled, cheeks sunk, and the eyes be-\\ncame dim,\\nHer hands brown, and her form became stooping\\nand slim;\\nAll joy vanished, the thrill of her heavenly voice\\nDied away for no pleasure or cheer had she choice\\nOr desire, but despaired of all hope, yet hoped on.\\nPerhaps fate will decree that George finally may\\ncome;\\nSo she placed yet each night in her window the\\nlight.\\nBut he came not by day and he came not by night.\\n56", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nDecades two made the mark; an old woman\\nwe find\\nIn a fisherman s hut all alone, almost blind\\nFrom much weeping, gray, weary, emaciate, weak,\\nAnd forlorn, doubled up, almost crouching, a freak\\nOf some sort she appears; quite rheumatic and\\nlame,\\nShe keeps much to her bed; health on her has no\\nclaim,\\nNor yet seems to have had for some years. Now\\nher part\\nIs completed, her duties are done, thpugh her heart\\nIs oppressed with severe disappointment and grief\\nHer mind suffers all torments and finds no relief.\\nShe walks out in the nightfall, unable to sleep.\\nAnd, unable to rest, all day long does she weep\\nHer misfortunes were great and her pleasures were\\nslight.\\nAnd her life seemed a watchful, continuous night.\\nUnrequited her patience, her kindness unpaid\\nUnrewarded her labors, her fortunes unmade.\\nNow forgotten and lost by the ones she once help d,\\nAnd neglected by all, in deep silence she felt\\nThe cold cruelty gnawing her heart. In the street\\nWere the gamins pursuing her, as with bare feet\\nAnd in tatters she walked; they would snatch out\\nher crutch\\n57", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "A Candle-LightJ\\nAnd assail her, and mockingly tease her, as such\\nVillage urchins can do. And they named her the\\nwitch,\\nOr the sorceress, famed in her art to be rich\\nWell instructed in magic and learned in its rules,\\nAs beseems the arch-queen of the paupers and\\nfools.\\nIt was rumored in town that she often consorts\\nWith the demons of night, and that nightly she\\nsports,\\nTurning young at her will, with the rest of her\\ntrain,\\nAs they dance round their caldrons again and\\nagain.\\nShe was heard by one talking when no one was\\nnear.\\nAnd in forests conversed, as if forests could hear\\nAnd one saw that she fed once a hare, once a bird,\\nDoubtless that was the devil transformed she was\\nheard\\nShrieking forth incantations; and oft in the dark\\nHas been seen from the shore a small boat to em-\\nbark.\\nWhile her house, why, tis known even to every\\nchild.\\nIs possessed by the demons there orgies most wild\\n58", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nOf the ghosts and the spirits take place, there they\\nmeet\\nIn assemblage, hold council, and each other greet\\nFor proof, go to the house any time of the night,\\nAnd you ll see in the window is burning a light.\\nSo lived on our poor Vesta that once was so\\nfair.\\nAnd that once could be thought a sweet queen of\\nthe air.\\nThus she sufferM while living, but suffered not\\nlong,\\nFor a year or two later her illness a strong\\nAnd firm hold on her took there she lay to arise\\nNevermore, yet for months linger^ on in this wise.\\nThen at last, her hour knowing, she called Henry\\nup\\nTo her bedside and said Dear brother, the drop\\nOf life s essence is ebbing away, and my soul\\nMust depart. Who knows whither? Who knows\\nof its goal?\\nI have suffer d in patience, in hope did I live,\\nAnd will die now in peace if thy promise wilt give\\nStill to keep in my lattice a taper each night,\\nThat, in case he arrives, he may yet see the light.\\nAnd, by Henry assured, she turned once in her bed,\\nThen collapsed all exhausted and silent and dead.\\n59", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nAbused by the World\\nA FLOWER sweet, with colors bright,\\nShining at day as well as night.\\nIts fragrance transcends mountain-height,\\nIs so much abused by the world.\\nIts virtues are for common good.\\nTo some it is a kind of food.\\nYet it is treated cruel and rude\\nOh how abused by the world I\\nIt enlightens the thoughtful few,\\nEmpowers their bodies anew,\\nTwill reach a climax in time due\\nBut oh how abused by the world\\nBees, dragons, reptiles, what a heave!\\nIts friends and foes, they ask no leave;\\nTaking all, but have naught to give,\\nOh what an abuse by the world\\n60", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nI weep for thee, thou precious gift,\\nThou that can high the world uplift,\\nI weep that thou art in this drift\\nOf dreadful abuse by the world.\\nCourage courage floweret sweet.\\nIn the near future thou wilt lead,\\nEverywhere thy goodness wilt breed.\\nWhen there ll be no abuse by the world.\\nNew Haven, December, 1895.\\n6i", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nFacetious Snowflakes\\nHappy seem the snowfiakes\\nAs they dance in the air\\nbKipping and slipping, ^but descending,\\nThey with pure whiteness cover the lair.\\nThey tumble and leap while\\nBnoy d by the gentle breeze,\\nAnd sliding and gliding, but falling.\\nThey crown with whitecaps the leafless trees.\\nSkipping and sliding,\\nSlipping and gliding.\\nVerily flying with joyance fair\\nBouncing and falling,\\nLeaping and crawling.\\nSpeak, ye snowflakes, know ye no care\\nThey spake not and said naught.\\nBut just fell to the ground,\\nShifting, and drifting, and roving, as\\nThey mournfully glid from mount to mound.\\nAnd Earth, Men, Horses, Trees,\\nAnd all things else of note,\\n62", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nBecame enrobed in purit}- white,\\nAs the little snowflakes downward smote.\\nShifting and drifting,\\nKoving and falling.\\nFaithfully spreading Truthfulness pure\\nWhitish bedecking\\nAll Earthly speckling,\\nIs it of use Say, are ye quite sure\\nThey spake not and said naught.\\nBut just fell to the ground.\\nShifting, and drifting, and roving, as\\nThey mournfully glid from mount to mound.\\nNew Haven, February 20, 1897.\\n63", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nTo My Niece\\nMy dearest child, though young in years,\\nIn limbs not strong, in features delicate.\\nYour brow bespeaks the intellect of peers.\\nYour gleaming eyes show wisdom intricate;\\nWhile kindness, love, and virtues infinite\\nDo rest upon thy comely little face,\\nImparting to it everlasting grace.\\nAnd when the gloomy hours of weary days\\nSteal in upon me like a winter night,\\nApproaching gently, in your cunning ways.\\nYou stand inquiring; pleading at my side:\\nYou ask me why I m silent, why I sighed,\\nYou wonder at my sad, despairing mood.\\nAnd say you d help me if you only could.\\nYou climb my knee, though not through my behest,\\nAnd say no more but, in a quiet way.\\nYou rest your head upon my heaving breast.\\nAnd thus perceive the heart that under lay\\nIts violent throbbing and its dreadful sway\\nDisturb your peace, as if you felt the smart,\\nBut nay, you feel it not, you know it not.\\n64", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nYou cease your childish questions of the sun,\\nThe moon, the stars, fire, water, and the like,\\nAnd lovingly, as oft before you ve done.\\nYou steal your little arms around my neck\\nAnd this position did I prize and reck\\nWhen absorbed I sat in thoughts both grave and\\ndeep.\\nAnd you immersed in sweetest, quiet sleep.\\nNew Haven, July, 1897,", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nSeclusion\\nMusingly sat I alone in my room.\\nNo one disturbing the prevalent gloom.\\nThe streets are so quiet, abandoned by all,\\nVacant, like Eameses after its fall.\\nSome neighbors are sleeping and some out of town,\\nOthers betook them to witness a clown.\\nWho, mornings and evenings, in rain or in shine,\\nIs ever disposed to produce Art divine.\\nIf only a shilling, a penny or two.\\nHe gets from each visitor, claiming it due.\\nCajoling the people he blinded their eyes.\\nAnd fooled them and tricked them through magic\\ndevice.\\nAnd made for them rabbits and birds and some\\nswine.\\nAnd all things that properly come in his line\\nAll of them living and breathing the air,\\nAll of them beautiful, polished, and fair.\\nThe people stand gaping, the fools that they are\\nThey see him not taking thcni out of a jar.\\n66", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThe clown disappears and one else takes his\\nplace,\\nOne with a kindlier, happier face.\\nDressed quite in fashion, he s all in a glee,\\nFor higher the person the greater his fee.\\nHe talked to them politics, business, and trade,\\nAnd told them how fortune and money is made.\\nFortune just knocks,^ says he, once at each door.\\nTake her then, else you will see her no more/\\nAnd with this most sensible, finishing clause.\\nHe left amid hearty and cheerful applause.\\nOthers then came to deliver their parts,\\nAll with emotional, big, and kind hearts.\\nWhatever they said and whatever they did\\nHad better be left as though under a lid\\nOnly to look at, to frown or to smile.\\nAt so much detestable, genuine guile.\\nSitting alone in my room, quite alone,\\nI hear from afar that the trumpets are blown.\\nPeople are shouting and children cry loud.\\nHorses are neighing, and all are as proud\\nAs were the Egyptians when, back from her march.\\nWas Isis within her celestial barge\\nAfter she traveled for many a mile.\\nAcross the Nyanza and down the great Nile,\\nIn search of Osiris, who, nailed in a box.\\nLay hid in the waters or under the rocks.\\n67", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nBut why this excitement, this foolish affray\\nAh, I forget tis electioning day.\\nAnd mingled with shouts of joy come from\\nbelow\\nEchoes so strange, and still stranger they grow\\nAs I listen intentively hark ye and hear\\nYou do not distinguish these murmurs, I fear.\\nCome they from out of the Earth s entrails deep\\nAre they the rumblings an earthquake may reap?\\nOr are they the groans from the suffering mass\\nWho, ghost-like, before us do constantly pass\\nLouder and louder these echoes become,\\nTill mountains and meadows resound with the\\nhum.\\nThe rocks and the forests are shook by the blast\\nThat comes from the east and the north and the\\nwest.\\nAnd up from the south there come currents of\\nair,\\nThundering they come as a message they bear\\nTo all of the people on earth to be found.\\nTo masters and servants, to freed and the bound;\\nTo destitute mothers and fortuneless babes,\\nTo toilers who always, like fluctuant waves.\\nCeaselessly labor and patiently wait\\nTo all who may love and to all who may hate\\nTo hear of this message, it comes all the same,\\n63", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAnd brings with it warnings that have as their\\naim\\nTo guide and instruct in a happier life.\\nWhere needless our struggle and merciless strife\\nTake heed I cried this message as onward it\\nsped,\\nTake heed, for your bodies on weakness are fed\\nYour conscience is drenching in guilt and in\\ncrime\\nYour feet do not tread but in sleet and in slime.\\nYou cheat and you kill, and you lie and you rob.\\nAnd yet wish to wear Truth s purity garb\\nBeware, ye men, lest on some future day\\nYou ll witness your works with the deepest dis-\\nmay.\\nPossessed will you then be by sorrow and grief.\\nBut naught will avail nor afford you relief.\\nThus thundered the warning which bounded\\nthrough space,\\nExhorting, advising the whole human race.\\nAnd fleeting still faster, it doubled its speed,\\nWhile loud rang the echo: Take heed, oh, take\\nheed r\\nBut the people, they heed not this warning,\\nforsooth\\nThey hear not the prophet foretelling the truth.\\nThe people, these people they re out on the streets\\n69", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nTo choose for them masters, to vote for their\\nchiefs\\nTo see the great Jugglers, the Clowns and the\\nFools,\\nAnd join in their gamings and play with their\\ntools.\\nSecluded, I find me alone at my hearth,\\nAnd, being alone, I can best see the mart\\nWhere men are in dealing with flesh and with\\nblood,\\nAnd barter their honor for dirt and for mud.\\nSecluded, I hear well the rumblings through\\nspace,\\nMethinks that the Judgment has come for this\\nrace.\\nNew Haven, August, 1897.\\n70", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nIn Despair\\nWhen all the hopes have left me,\\nWhen none remained behind\\nTo cheer me in my sorrow\\nAnd soothe my troubled mind\\nWhen all the floral beauties\\nImagination gave\\nHave vanquished, like oeloved ones\\nWithin a dismal grave;\\nWhen all that was is over.\\nAnd mirth and joy depart,\\nTwas then my head was drooping\\nAnd heavy was my heart.\\nTwas then, in time of trouble,\\nWhen all things changed to worse,\\nSo treated harsh by fortune\\nThat Hunger was my nurse\\nMy friends have then deserted.\\nAnd left me quite alone\\nTo battle in the tempest\\nAnd fight the dragon-drone\\n7J", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nHeavy indeed it weighted\\nUpon my weary form,\\nYet none there were to sympathize\\nOr help me in the storm\\nThe day has passed and faded,\\nAnd darkest night encroached.\\nWhile, stealthily and serpent-like,\\nDespair had then approached;\\nWithout a hope for the future,\\nNo light to show the way,\\nNo staff to lead or guide me\\nBut that would lead astray\\nI sat thus brooding, thinking.\\nAnd endless grew my thoughts\\nDespairing, thinking, brooding.\\nTill drowned in Sorrow^s draughts.\\nNew Haven, October U, 1897.\\n72", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nWhere is the Word\\nOh if but one word would stand for all\\nThe grief and troubles of my soul,\\nHow terse, how sharp the word would be I\\nAnd full expressing misery.\\nIf but one word would stand for all\\nThe grief and troubles of my soul,\\nHow great, how vast that word would be\\nOf depth no less than deepest sea.\\nAh, the grief and troubles of my soul.\\nWhich seem not ended therewithal\\nFor from my loved ones tidings come\\nOf sad mishaps and broken home.\\nSuch sad mishaps, oh! sad indeed\\nWhen helpless people are in need.\\nAnd grim disease their hearts doth bleed,\\nWhile death in fate s decrees they read.\\n73", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nAvaunt, thou cruel, frightful thing\\nAvaunt, Death, thou mortal sting\\nThey are yet young, they must still live,\\nThey must yet life their children give.\\nOh if but one word would stand for all\\nThe grief and troubles of my soul,\\nTwould save me writing all this down,\\nAnd spare perchance a groan or frown.\\nBut not a single word, nor thought.\\nCan stand for all these things have wrought\\nWithin my soul, my heart and mind;\\nThere are no words of such a kind\\nNew Britain, December 11, 1897,\\n74", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nCan It Be\\nOh, dear me,\\nHow can it be\\nThat mortals like we\\nBe happy and free\\nOh, can it be,\\nMortals like we\\nBe happy and free,\\nLike gods of the lee\\nBut, were we\\nHappy and free.\\nThen all men would see\\nA good destiny.\\nHappy and free\\nAll men must be\\nThen part with the fee\\nThat s called for, with glee.\\nPart wi the fee,\\nSpan the wide sea,\\nThen all men will be\\nMost happy and free.\\nNew Britain, December 21, 1897,\\n75", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nSome Thoughts on a December Day\\nIt is a dreary day, so all confess,\\nAnd all dejected feel and sorely sad,\\nBecause such dismal days as this depress\\nAll spirits, if divine or human clad.\\nAn autumn day it is, and all things here\\nAttest to it, as speechless things can do\\nThe winds, the mists, the rain, the weather drear.\\nThe dark gray billows moving to and fro.\\nII-\\nSo dismal, naked, lonely stand the trees.\\nUpright, yet bending low before the gale\\nBelow are thickly strewed their once-green leaves,\\nNow flying in the air like bouncing hail.\\nThe little saplings, bending to the ground.\\nObeisance pay to wild destructive force.\\nThe little shrubs and bushes on the mound\\nAre much disturbed, as if by some remorse.\\n76", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAnd low and lower come the thick black clouds,\\nEnveloping the Earth in fleecy folds,\\nTill all seems wrapt in mourning shrouds,\\nYea, all, from greatest rocks to smallest molds,\\nFrom deepest valleys to the mountain-tops,\\nFrom sea to land, from land to meadows vast\\nWhile flowers, herbs, and many growing crops,\\nUprooted, flee before the gallant blast.\\nSo fiercely blows the howling, savage wind,\\nAs to uproot the earth was its design.\\nOr with destruction great the heavens rend,\\nAnd bring about at last the world s decline.\\nin.\\nWhile through the streets or on the road you seem\\nTo move within a medium dense and gray\\nYour vision dimmed, scarce lighted by a beam\\nFrom hidden light, yet know that this is day.\\nAnd know this be an autumn day, the worst\\nOf any days that autumn offers up\\nA gift to man to make him feel he s cursed,\\nAnd make him taste from Xature s bitter cup\\n77", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nTo make him feel what melancholy is,\\nHow well morose and dreariness compare,\\nAnd make him long for what he could not miss,\\nAnd make him wish for death s abhorrent\\nsnare\\nFor this is not the autumn of the year\\nAlone, but also of the Human Life,\\nA season which is filled with hate and fear\\nArising from that endless, bitter strife.\\nAn endless, bitter strife, for such it is,\\nA long, continuous, unbecoming war.\\nWhere one s misfortune makes another s bliss,\\nAnd one man s wine is but another s gore.\\nThis double autumn makes it doubly sad.\\nAnd casts a gloom around us far and wide,\\nWhich, like a shadow flapping overhead.\\nComes and goes, even as the moving tide.\\nIV.\\nThe rain, admixed with snow, falls languidly.\\nIf loath to spread itself on muddy soil,\\nThe housetops, walks, and streets appear to be\\nBelabored well by Natiire s ceaseless toil.\\n75", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nSome dirty pools lie stagnant in the street,\\nAnd hollows, nooks, and crags with mud are\\nfiUed;\\nThe pavements are bedecked with odious sleet,\\nAs if the Titans here their venom spilled.\\nI sit and look upon this dreary scene,\\nWhile gazing through bedewed and sweating\\npanes,\\nAnd feelings in me rise no more serene\\nNor less disturbed, though no disorder reigns.\\nDisorder, discord, in my breast is not.\\nYet otherwise the contrast striking seems\\nWithout, the tempest wages battles hot;\\nWithin, the heart doth flutter as it deems\\nTo overcome its pains by violent means\\nOutside, accumulated fogs and mists\\nExclude the sun with all his shining beams;\\nWithin is hope shut out and gloom exists.\\nV.\\nMy room is dark and cold and desolate.\\nAnd in the fireplace the wood is burned;\\nThe fire out, the ashes cold remained,\\nThe walls are moist, as if to weep they^ve\\nlearned.\\n79", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nA chill so thrilling cold creeps over me,\\nAnd freezes all my blood, my heart congeals.\\nNor yet takes leave until my memory\\nIs well impressed with aught that it reveals.\\nFor this is not a chill of simple mold,\\nBut from the human flock does it arise.\\nAnd strikes some gentle folk as well as bold.\\nAnd claims some noblest men as its due prize.\\nYea, mankind thus affords its gratitude\\nTo many men who live and toil for them\\nNeglecting if they do not persecute.\\nForgetting if they do not torture them.\\nI need not mention here what happed to those\\nWho suffered thus, or reached an early grave\\nToo dark the deeds too hideous to disclose\\nThe hundred-handed monster in his cave.\\nTI.\\nSome strange, vague feelings in my heart abide\\nAnd cruelly play about its tender nerves.\\nYet mock its groans, and wantonly deride\\nIts plaintive tones as it in anguish stirs.\\n80", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThe strangest feelings the which to explain\\nI need for language seek or likeness find.\\nYet to unravel them I must abstain,\\nFor that would but disclose my inmost mind.\\nConflicting feelings, which thus seem to say\\nThou art despised, yet must thou love the\\nmore;\\nThey sneer at thee in this December day,\\nYet must thou love them even as before.\\nWhen all the world their backs have turned on\\nthee.\\nAnd torture, hoot, or jeer thee as they may.\\nOh, treat them fully to your sympathy.\\nAnd think that this is their December Day.\\nWhile others rise and murmur silently:\\nWe rather pity them, but love them not;\\nAcquiescence oppose we strenuously,\\nNor do we court the martyr s bitter lot.\\nVII.\\nThus ever and anon these opposite\\nAnd diverse feelings of my inmost heart,\\nDispute between them problems intricate\\nAnd wish to solve for me that very part", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nWhich I myself for years have tried to solve.\\nHark listen to the souiids confused without,\\nAs if some avalanche that, in dissolve,*\\nAmong the Alps with mirth doth play about\\nOr rather if a milliard swarms of bees\\nAre humming greatly over flowers sweet;\\nOr many thousand crows among the trees\\nAre fighting fiercely over carrion meat;\\nNay, worse, as if ten thousand vultures strong,\\nA carcass seeing by some weeds unfurled.\\nAre screaming wildly as they downward throng\\nSuch is the clamor of our noisy world.\\nThis noisy, busy world, incessant thing\\nNo rest, no peace, no happiness, no joy.\\nNo blessings which prosperity can bring.\\nNor any short 7 eprievement\\\\ to enjoy.\\nThe busy world, well, she concerns me not.\\nE en as with me herself does not concern\\nI d rather be unnoticed and forgot\\nThan aught of grief and trouble more to learn.\\n*I.e., in the act of dissolving; being dissolved,\\nf For reprieve.\\n82", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nUnnoticed and forgot indeed I am,\\nBy friends deserted, if friends I e er had\\nNo cheering voice, no living, feeling gem\\nTo luminate the gloom and pleasure add.\\nNo living soul to bring its soothing balm.\\nAnd quell the turbulence within my breast\\nNo gentle wind the raving waves to calm,\\nAnd bring some comfort to a ship distressed.\\nVIII.\\nAlone thus in my chamber cold and dark.\\nDepressed, discouraged, and in full dismay.\\nThough quite resigned to Fate s deciding mark,\\nI spend my hours of this December day.\\nFarewell, ye visions of my mind, farewell\\nAdieu, 3^e images of youth and hope.\\nThe years are flying fast, the ages swell.\\nWe both are now on a digressing slope\\nToo soon, alas too soon our goal is reached,\\nAnd now at last we have our parting ways.\\nToo soon is hope and happiness impeached,\\nYet, one more kiss, another fond embrace\\nI.e., hindered.\\n63", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nBefore our course in life is finally sealed.\\nThe fact is firm, ^the one we so abhor.\\nFor Fate has never yet her laws repealed\\nImmutably they stand and e er endure I\\n^Immutably they stand, the echo rings.\\nAnd all the elements can prove it so.\\nThe wasted lands, the floods, the dried-up springs,\\nThe deserts wild to Fate their state do owe.\\nForever they endure, the laws of Fate,\\nSince rocks and seas, in time, their places\\nchange.\\nFor where the surging billows rolled of late\\nNow towers in the air a mountain range.\\nGreat Empires, States, and Kingdoms live, then\\ndie.\\nAnd Nations rise and fall as Time turns.\\nNineveh, Memphis, Carthage buried lie\\nBeneath a vast and shapeless mass of ruins;*\\nAlike the peoples which there lived and thrived,\\nAssyrians, Egyptians, and Carthag ans,\\nThough each for immorality have strived.\\nIn oblivion went down with all their plans.\\nOf Carthage not even the iniins remain, and its site\\nis a factor of dispute.\\n84", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThus in the valley of Oblivion\\nAll things are doomed at last to meet and stay,\\nAnd ever sleep, as did Endymion\\nIn Latmian cave, nor wake to light of day.\\nAnd d3rriasties, kings, monarchs, all are hurled\\nAdown the sloping precipice of Time,\\nForgetting now their aims, their strifes, the\\nworld.\\nIts riches, grandeur, and its role sublime.\\nSo heavenly bodies, suns, moons, and stars.\\nAlike ourselves to changes are consigned;\\nThroughout the Fates ride their chariot cars,\\nAnd deal with things the way they feel inclined.\\nIX.\\nBeside these things sublime and endless great\\nMyself when vied,* I think, What am I then?\\nAnd when I notice still their changing state,\\nTheir glory, then their dark decline; and when\\nI hear of Nations great and powerful\\nThat once held sway, but now forever gone.\\nTheir cities, shrines, and temples wonderful.\\nDispersed, as mist before the light of morn;\\n*J.e., compared.\\n85", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nAnd when I see that Nature s monuments\\nCrumble away and shift from place to place,\\nEesigned, I bow my head in reverence,\\nAnd wait to follow in that shady trace\\nWhich leads all men to their eternal rest\\nThere in the deep to lie and change to clay\\nAnd pass to better state, and then to best,\\nTo think no more of this December day.\\nNew Britain, January 20, 1898,\\n86", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nShades of Darkness, Why Delay\\nA SONG.\\nShades of darkness, why delay\\nCome and bear me far away.\\nBear me far across the seas\\nOver mountains, valleys, trees;\\nOver cities towering spires;\\nOver floods and over fires;\\nOver mean and harmful things.\\nBear me lightly on your wings.\\nBear me to that land sublime\\nTo that place where dwells no crime\\nTo the shores where joy is life;\\nTo the halls where bliss is rife;\\nTo that place, winged steed,\\nBear me quickly, speed, oh speed.\\nShades of darkness, why delay\\nCome and take me far away.\\nTake me from this seat of hell;\\nFrom this place where furies dwell\\n57", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nFrom this world of woe and toil;\\nFrom this hall of waste and spoil\\nFrom this field where death-knells ring,\\nTake me quickly on your wing.\\nTake me where the fairies live\\nThere the sun delight may give;\\nThere is Justice, Truth, and Love\\nThere, perhaps, in peace I ll move\\nThere, wherever that may be,\\nTake me over rapidly.\\nNew Britain, Februa/ry 2, 1898.\\n88", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nShortly After\\nI.\\nSitting,\\nEeflecting,\\nOn what has been passing\\nNot more than a fortnight ago;\\nThrilling\\nAnd chilling\\nComes up that strange feeling.\\nAnd moody and weary I grow;\\nVivid,\\nSo livid,\\nMy fancy would have it,\\nAnd memory imparts with its smart\\nFever d.\\nSo wearied,\\nThat countenance shrivel d,\\nThat weakness and fast-failing heart.\\nII.\\nPending,\\nEeturning,\\nIs ever that evening\\nOf mournful and terrible scene;\\nBlowing\\nAnd howling.\\nThe Elements scowling,\\nWith noises of tempest between\\nZ9", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nWoeful\\nAnd mournful\\nAnd endlessly doleful\\nThe sick-room in darkness appeared\\nScornful\\nAnd harmful\\nAnd terribly wrathful,\\nWith vengeance seemed Nature upreared.\\nIII.\\nWeeping,\\nUnspeaking,\\nThe children were seeking\\nSome comfort within the bare room\\nMourning,\\nConsoling,\\nWith friendly condoling,\\nThe walls stood immersed in their gloom;\\nTending\\nAnd bending.\\nAnd bringing, and taking,\\nI walked back and forth in the room;\\nSighing\\nAnd moaning,\\nAnd coughing, and groaning,\\nWere heard in the silence and gloom.\\nNew Britain, February 24, 1898.\\n90", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAfter Reading Walt Whitman\\nHuman passions ever striving,\\nstriving to an endless goal.\\nNow tis one thing, now another,\\nnow a dozen things in one,\\nNow tis riches, worldly riches,\\nmoneyed riches of the Earth,\\nNow His love and now tis power,\\nor some other fervent wish.\\nIn the lonely meadows roaming\\nwith a sweetest love in hand.\\nIn the thickest meadows sitting\\nwith his love so closely press d.\\nClosely press d against his bosom,\\nlip to lip so gently press d,\\nNow a word so sweet and tuneful,\\nnow a sigh so longing sweet,\\nWhile the breezes, gentle breezes\\nwhisper low about their ears.\\nAnd the grass-blades, leaves, and flowers,\\nwill not give the secret out.\\n9t", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nOr the counter with the drawers\\nand the money stocks therein.\\nSilver coins and heaps of golden,\\ngolden coins in many heaps,\\nAnd the packages of greenbacks,\\nsilver-notes and bank-notes true,\\nAnd the checks and drafts and papers\\nwhich beget him wealth anew.\\nOr some high seat in the Commons,\\nor the house where Senate sits,\\nOr some other seat of power,\\nor some influential place,\\nBy which he might the world subdue,\\nand be master of the race.\\nSuch the hopes and aspirations,\\nsuch the wishes of the soul,\\nAlways hoping, always wishing,\\nalways yearning to that end,\\nNever cease his expectations,\\nnever fail his hopes nor will.\\nBut at last there is a failure\\nas misfortune once steps in,\\nAh misfortune, mean misfortune,\\nfickle fortune thou art here\\n92", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nBut the soul still suSers, suffers,\\nsuffers still that weakling soul,\\nTill a phantom, plump and sturdy,\\ncomes and takes a place therein.\\nComes the phantom dress d so nicely,\\nsembling much that other thing,\\nAnd, alluring Will and Eeason,\\nmakes the soul to stoop to it.\\nHappy now, soul weakling\\nhappy thou in low estate\\nWith a phantom close embracing,\\nor a thing in substitute\\nA substitute in form or fancy,\\nshielded much by tinsel gold.\\nOutward show its only virtue,\\nostentation is its creed,\\nWhile debauchery and vices\\nare its chief and greatest meed.\\nBut his soul did long for something,\\nlong for what he could not get.\\nTill at last a kindred object\\nin his arms there lay embraced;\\nSee the cheeks so flushed and blushing,\\npulse rebounding in his veins!\\n93", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nEyes so flashing, forehead glowing,\\ngraceful curls flow down his head;\\nNow he smiles and now he whispers,\\nsighing now such happy sighs.\\nWhile still closer, closer pressing,\\npressing close that substitute;\\nNo Elysium nor gardens,\\nand no Paradise for him,\\nTis his highest, chiefest moment,\\nhappy moments these to him;\\nTill at last his life is wasted,\\nwasted now his vital force,\\nAnd he stands and looks around him,\\nsees the wreck and knows the cause.\\nNow ^tis done and all is over,\\npast is now the passion wild\\nWhile he wonders, much bewildered,\\nat the fearful, stormy past.\\nWhat now soul, weakling thou,\\nwhat must follow after this\\nmiserable mortal\\nImpoverished man!\\nHow fearfully these passions play with thee!\\nFar first upon the highest mountain cliffs\\nThou wafted art by awful winds,\\n94", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThen from there by force tremendous\\nto the valley thou art sent;\\nAs on wavers distorted waters\\nfloats a light and weightless mass,\\nNow it dips and now emerges,\\nnow it sinks and now comes up.\\nUpward, downward, forward, backward,\\nevery way ^tis toss d about,\\nSo art thou, man mortal\\ndrifting so on Fortune s wave.\\nWhat must follow did I ask it\\nsee, the tale unfolds itself\\nSee his cheeks so pale with sorrow,\\nand his eyes with tears are dim.\\nFeatures downcast, shame betraying,\\ntremble now his limbs from fright\\nTremble they like wings of pigeons\\nthat have just escap d the hawk.\\nTremble not, soul affrighted!\\ntremble not, but gather strength!\\nAh, he hears not these advices.\\nOh, poor, miserable man\\nNew Britain. Written in the evening of April\\nU, 1898.\\n95", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nToo Fond of Yoa, But Still\\nA Song.\\nToo fond of you to let you go,\\nBut still, but still, alas!\\nThe world demands, demands, demands,\\nAnd that must come to pass.\\nThen come more nigh and say good-by.\\nAnd kiss, and kiss the last\\nThe world demands, demands, demands.\\nAnd that must come to pass.\\nGood-by, my love, good-by, my dove,\\nBut yet one more caress;\\nThe world demands, demands, demands,\\nAnd it must come to pass.\\nBehold that Barge, the Devil s scourge,\\nThat flames while sailing past\\nThe world demands that I embark.\\nAnd that must come to pass.\\nThen come more nigh and say good-by.\\nAnd kiss, and kiss the last;\\nThe world demands that I embark,\\nAnd thus it comes to pass.\\nNew Britain, May 11, 1898.\\n96", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nBut Now, My Child, Cood-By\\nBut now the pleasant days have passed away\\nAnd we must part anon for years to come.\\nTherefore to yon a word or two 111 say\\nThat may in future time of use become\\nWhen on a certain day more still and calm\\nThan most of latter days were wont to be,\\nYou ll sit and read and understand the sum\\nOf these few words that I address to thee,\\nThen you will understand; and then you ll think\\nof me.\\nWhen you will learn to read and read aright.\\nAnd learn to look for things between the\\nlines\\nWhen years have passed and passed their child-\\nhood bright,\\nAnd Wisdom starts to ope to you its mines\\nWhen womanhood your lovely form ent\\\\vines\\n97", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nAnd shows up Life in all reality;\\nAnd when, my child, as if with strongest\\nwines,\\nYour head will reel with its perplexity,\\nThen turn to read these words; and then youll\\nthink of me.\\n.When all the dreams of childhood are no more.\\nBut sterner problems come to forward view;\\nWhen fancied images and tales of yore\\nWill be replaced by phantoms quaint and new\\nWhen bitter disappointments crowd on you\\nAnd show their signs of human misery\\nOr when, perchance, more happy moments\\ngrow\\nAnd bring you well-deserved felicity.\\nThen may you read these lines and also think of\\nme.\\nAnd then, mayhap, a vision, dim and blurred.\\nWill faintly spread itself, like distant mist.\\nAnd will recall some names that oft you heard.\\nAnd faces which so often you have kissed.\\nBut which, just then, in dreams alone exist;\\nAnd from recuperative memory\\nMay spring some words that often you have\\nlisped,\\n98", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAnd you may wish to know who taught them\\nthee,\\nThen read these lines again, and then you ll think\\nof me.\\nThen, if another vision take the field\\nAnd show a grewsome scene that once took\\nplace\\nYour sire on death-bed lain with wounds un-\\nhealed,\\nWhile all the friends, with downcast, moun-\\nful face.\\nSaw but Despair afloat in cloudy space\\nYourself were fled, though through much in-\\nquiry\\nYou kept yourself informed about the case\\nA hand yet came and changed it all to glee\\nIf you will know, then read these lines and think\\nof me.\\nAnd when in distant lands and foreign climes\\nYou hear an echo of a loving word,\\nThough vague and undefined, like far-rung\\nchimes\\nWhose dying notes can only just be heard,\\nWhile gentle waves that through the air have\\nstirred\\nLcfC. 99", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nWill bring you proof of boundless sympathy,\\nAnd will inform, what else must be inferred,\\nThat human love is an infinity\\nIf then you read these lines you ll also think of me.\\nYou go, my child, tis fate that bears you on.\\nAnd this same fate may bring more happy\\ndays.\\nFor, men s affairs are sure to change anon\\nAnd on each morrow show a different phase;\\nBut where you go, or what you do, always\\nBe sure to love the truth, the truth alone\\nAnd if you find how difficult the ways\\nThat lead whereto those pearly gems are grown,\\nYet still keep on, and soon you ll have them as\\nyour own.\\nBeasts may cross your path, and clouds may\\ngather round.\\nAnd fools may come to give their quaint ad-\\nvice;\\nThe storms may rage and Falsehood shake the\\nground\\nAnd mean Hypocrisy may seem so nice\\nThe while she tries to plant her sordid vice\\nJOO", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAnd cold Indifference, to a great degree,\\nMay try her influence to exercise\\nBut beasts, and storms, and foul hypocrisy.\\nBefore the beacon-light of Truth must ever flee.\\nBeneath the current of our earthly lives\\nThere runs a mystic stream of vital force\\nIt runs and leaps and foams and swiftly drives\\nThe ship of Being on its wayward course\\nJust what it is, or where its hidden source.\\nOr whither it does ultimately tend,\\nNo man can say, nor find the secret doors\\nYet this is known, that all things with it blend\\nAnd destined seem forever on it to depend.\\nIts name or substance is not understood.\\nIts form unseen, its nature hid from view\\nIt has no outward shape nor ever could,\\nNor is it white or black or red or blue\\nIt does not die, nor change, nor split in two,\\nNor ever falters, but does still advance.\\nAnd forces thus its recognition due.\\nAnd proves itself a faculty of sense\\nWith gratification of self as its chief essence.\\n\\\\0\\\\", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nThis secret force or hidden faculty\\nMay just as well for good as evil serve,\\nAnd may conduce to endless misery,\\nOr bring one happiness without reserve;\\nTis thus the case if we but well observe\\nThe inward state of man, we ll soon reveal\\nThat every one, according his deserve.\\nThe good or bad within his soul does feel,\\nExactly as he did with his own conscience deal.\\nThus some there are, themselves to gratify,\\nEesort to meanest methods known to man\\nThey swindle, cheat, and kill, or rob and lie.\\nAnd cause as much discomfort as they can\\nThey murder husbands, rob the widows then,\\nAnd lastly take the orphans to enslave\\nThey carry to the end the cruel plan.\\nAnd even trample down the good and brave.\\nAnd never cease for pelf and wanton gold to crave.\\nYet others, gentle, good, and ever kind.\\nAre often found, who do far better things\\nToward good-will and peace they are inclined,\\nAnd treat mankind as if a tribe of kings\\nThey help the helpless vessel when it sinks,\\n102", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAnd do not leave the passengers to die;\\nThey forge and then unite the friendship s\\nlinks,\\nAnd seek to bring mong men a happy tie;\\nBut this they also do themselves to gratify.\\nThe motive is the same in either case,\\nThe consequences not at all the same\\nIn both pure selfishness with ease we trace,\\nThe one s being harmful, all disgrace and\\nshame.\\nThe other s, though, a credit to his name.\\nBut are they all as happy in our sight?\\nNot so, indeed! The one s destructive game\\nPreys on his conscience both by day and night\\nThe other rests in peace and in assured right.\\nThus human conscience tells the right from\\nwrong,\\nAnd shows the proper course to be pursued\\nTorments the wicked minds with weapons\\nstrong.\\nBut fosters strength and hope in men of good\\nAnd makes their fervent spirits unsubdued.\\nBut he alone is happy who has not\\nA guilty conscience, or a mind too crude\\nHe ll then be pleased to see his chosen lot,\\nA blessed name and reputation free from spot.\\nJ03", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nAnd such an one will ever find his soul\\nSerene and quiet and in happy state;\\nAnd if the earthly fortunes from him roll,\\nAnd disappears the wealth he had of late;\\nAnd if he loses, too, his high estate,\\nHis name and title like his fortune spent,\\nHis friends have fled, and fled his loving mate,\\nWhile Grief and Sorrow follow their intent\\nStill in his guiltless soul he s happy and content:\\nBecause his conscience tells him not of woes\\nBy him on many wretched people wrought\\nHis mind recalls him not some bitter foes\\nNor bloody battles that he may have fought;\\nCompunction or remorse is not his thought\\nWho was on doing good forever bent\\nAnd thus, when Gloom and Pain make\\nstrange consort\\nAnd drive him fast toward the bitter end.\\nHe still can say that he is happy and content.\\nI say these things to you that you may know.\\nAnd learn to tell the pure and true from false.\\nAnd see that out of goodness good may grow.\\nBut meanness like a stealing viper crawls\\nAnd stings the victim who, thus stung, soon\\nfalls\\n104", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nYour loving heart and intellect sublime\\nWill hate the cruelties of selfish thralls.\\nAnd will perceive how wrong and great their\\ncrime\\nAgainst humanity, which they have waged all time.\\nMy child, the carriage waits for you outside,\\nThe luggage ready, groom is in his seat.\\nAnd down the harbor, on the surging tide,\\nThere rolls the bark that waits your coming\\nfeet;\\nAnd farther still, the cars that run by heat\\nWill soon appear and bear you far away\\nTo new and distant shores you then will\\nspeed.\\nWhere now your father watches night and day.\\nAnd walks the open fields, and grudges the delay.\\nThen come and say good-by, and print your\\nkiss,\\nAnd pass your little arms around my neck;\\nThus fondly, sweetly, like a little miss\\nThat does her mother silently bedeck\\nWith kisses, ever, ever without check:\\nAnd I, returning still what still I get.\\nWill watch that you, my child, may never lack\\nMy offices nor service which may set\\nYou in man^s favor, that you may be happy yet.\\nJOS", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nYour eyes are filled with tears you know not\\nwhy,\\nThe sobs come forth though you are innocent\\nAnd now your little brother stands close by,\\nWhose loving looks with those your own do\\nblend\\nAnd seem to ask me what we thus intend\\nAs in a dream his lovely visage looms,\\nHis golden locks, his smile, his rosy hand,\\nAh, well, enough too far the mind now roams\\nGo, go, like minstrel-birds that leave their winter\\nhomes.\\nNew Britain, May I4, 1898.\\nS06", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThe Path of Life\\nAgain^ the torrents flow\\nAgain the cold winds blow;\\nAgain the dark clouds grow\\nAgain I sit on a dismal rock, and watch them as\\nthey go.\\nOnce more the gloom collects;\\nOnce more the willow becks;\\nOnce more the sapling cracks;\\nOnce more I sit on a dismal rock, observing the\\ntrodden tracks.\\nThe one south-north is pressed.\\nAnd one runs east and west;\\nBut which is worse or best,\\nI sat and thought on it very long, but still I have\\nnever guessed.\\nThe one to Limbo leads.\\nThe other to Hades,\\nBut where their starting heads,\\nI sat and looked for a distance great, but lost\\nthem as winding threads.\\n^The world went passing by\\nThe men and women nigh;\\n107", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nIn arms their children lie\\nThey went and marched so swiftly on, I knew not\\nexactly why.\\nA number went this way.\\nAnd some the other way\\nYet none made slight delay\\nBut why they hurried as they went, I could not\\nwith reason say.\\nThe rain but made them wet\\nThe winds their limbs did fret;\\nThe storm made awful threat\\nYet wind, and rain, and awful storm were melting\\nbeneath their tread.\\nSome stopped to snatch a rose.\\nAnd some for slight repose.\\nBut some with grace to pose;\\nAnd others still found time enough to dally with\\ntheir spouse.\\nBut, weather-beaten all.\\nThey answer some one s call.\\nAnd march to their swift fall\\nThey answer a voiceless call, and blindly are made\\nto f aU\\nNew Britain. Written in the afternoon of\\nJuly IS, 1898.\\nt08", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nOh, Faint Not, Heart\\nOh, faint not, heart oh, faint not, heart\\nBut bear the ecstasy;\\nMistake it not, it is no smart.\\nBut simple joy for thee.\\nJust joy, though great, yet oh, don t faint.\\nBut bear it peacefully;\\nShe has come back, came back the saint,\\nReturned thy own Marie.\\nEeturned her Spirit pure alone.\\nWhich like a phantom seemed\\nAs if a queen upon a throne.\\nSo grand she looked, I deemed.\\n0 phantom, phantom, tell me true.\\nArt thou of her I loved?\\nArt thou of her whose death I rue\\nOf her, my dead beloved?\\ni09", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nI am the one, nor am I dead.\\nBut in a monast ry\\nI live my life, though dull and sad.\\nIn longings deep for thee.\\nThen art thou dead, oh, dead indeed.\\nAnd lost to all the world\\nNor hast thou thus obtained thy meed\\nWhy hast thy life thus spoiled?\\nI heard no answer, but away\\nThe phantom sped most free.\\nWhile I was left to roam and stray.\\nAnd search for my Marie.\\nNew Britain, July 21, 1898,\\nno", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAn Odd Moment\\nI START to write to-day.\\nBut know not what to say,\\nOr what commence or how to end my letters of\\nto-day.\\nSo mixed my thoughts appear,\\nDisorder d seems my gear.\\nAnd all my efforts null become, or so to me\\nappear,\\nFor how can your mind work\\nWhen different things there lurk?\\nWhen other members are at odds your mind can\\nnever work.\\nThink of this and that comes up.\\nNow a fool and now a fop,\\nNow a daisy, now a lark, now a luring thing\\ncomes up.\\nnt", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nThis you write and that goes down.\\nCall for white and you get brown,\\nPaint a face, an ass appears; write a line, tis\\nfull of jeers.\\nEven as the traveling man.\\nWithout a compass, map, or plan.\\nGoes wearily his way until he s led quite far\\nastray.\\nAnd now a cross-way lies\\nOutstretch d before his eyes.\\nHe knows not where to go, and in his thoughts\\nalone he hies.\\nHe thinks he s gone quite far.\\nAnd stops to thank his star,\\nWhen suddenly he looks around and sees he went\\nnot far.\\nThen starts to reason out\\nIf he should turn about.\\nOr to proceed, or right or left; he cannot think\\nit out.\\nit2", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThis is the shortest way,\\nBut that s the best, he d say.\\nAnd so he argued with himself the rest of that\\nlong day.\\nUntil the night had dawned\\nSo there he made his haunt,\\nUpon the road to rest awhile, because the night\\nhad dawned.\\nNew Britain, September 1, 1898.\\nm", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nA Snow-Dfift\\nI STOOD alone upon a hill\\nQuite far removed from man s abode,\\nWhere neither spring nor gentle rill\\nUpon the steep rocks ever rode.\\nIf ever spring or gentle rill\\nAbout these cliffs were wont to play,\\nThey are now dead, they are now still.\\nQuite frozen on this winter day.\\nThe hoary peaks were freezing cold.\\nThe dales were filled with falling snow.\\nThe scattered trees, an age too old,\\nDespaired, it seemed, to further grow.\\nThe weeds were cropped, the grass was nipped.\\nThe naked twigs were crushed and broke\\nAlone the blast but surged and skipped.\\nIn which fierce demons laughed and spoke.\\nn4", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAll things were frightful, wild, and fierce.\\nAnd I^ature seemed a wasteful void;\\nAs if the storm the earth would pierce.\\nAnd render it a thing destroyed.\\nThe desert far about gleamed white.\\nWhile darkness hovered overhead;\\nAnd in the distance of the night\\nA dirge seemed ringing for the dead.\\nThe moving shadows floated fast\\nAcross the mantle white and pure;\\nMethought that phantoms swiftly passed\\nOf them that were but are no more.\\nMethought I saw the ghosts again\\nOf them that lived but now do not,\\nThat once have toiled and hoped in vain.\\nBut now have ceased and are forgot.\\nThe fleeting spirits sped near by,\\nReturning still as still they ran;\\nI could not tell the reason why\\nI feared me as they thus began:\\nn5", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nWe come from far and come from near.\\nAnd, ever going, still are here.\\nThe living wish that they were dead.\\nWe therefore are thus far ahead.\\nBut having long in earth now lain.\\nWe wish we were alive again.\\nRestless, restless human beings,\\nHopeful, watchful living things,\\nEver wishing for the Night,\\nWhich, when it comes, you wish for Light.\\nYou wish for this and wish for that,\\nAnd wish for aught you know not what.\\nOh, restless, restless human bees.\\nAt work among the cumbrous trees.\\nBeset with sorrow, hope, and grief.\\nYou suffer, yet have no relief.\\nBut we are free from pain and toil.\\nAnd thus have most of Nature s spoil.\\nWe sport with blasts and ride on winds.\\nAnd merry dance our airy limbs.\\nWe hope not, hence we nothing lose;\\nWe want not, as we nothing use.\\nWe re pleased and happy, as you ll know\\nWhen you some day to us will go.\\nThen will we dance a merry round.\\nWhen snow again is on the ground.\\n116", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nWe come from far and come from near,\\nAnd, ever going, still are here.\\nWhen once again the clouds appear,\\nYou^ll come and see us, do not fear/\\n1 stood alone upon the hill.\\nAbashed and pierced by cold and dread;\\nThe while the snow-drift raged on still,\\nThe dirge yet ringing for the dead.\\nNew Britain, November 27, 1898, Written at\\n2 A, M. of a snow-storm night.\\nm", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nEnd and Death Synonymous\\nA FRAGMENT.\\nWhatever a beginning had\\nMust also have its end,\\nAnd whatso once with birth has mef.\\nWith Death must also blend.\\nThus reads wise nature s cruel law;\\nNor breach, nor intermitting flaw,\\nAdmits the sad decree.\\nAnd earth, and stars, and planets great,\\nAnd men with beasts alike.\\nMust bow to one great common fate.\\nAnd take what chance may strike;\\nITor moan, nor sigh, nor thus bewail,\\nNor wish for aught that can avail,\\nBut letting all things be.\\nAnd as those things their end do meet\\nAlthough of life knew not.\\nSo, too, all things that knew Life s sweet.\\nThrough Death with life must part.", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAnd in the end tis all the same\\nIf End or Death is thus to blame\\nFor such a dissolution;\\nNor think they of their kin behind.\\nIf either beast or tree,\\nOr rock or one of human kind.\\nOr shining star it be.\\nThey think not of their kin behind.\\nWho trouble, fret, and are so kind\\nTo hope for restitution.\\nThus was it many years ago.\\nWhen gods outnumbered men;\\nAnd naked nymphs went to and fro.\\nEvading huntsmen s ken;\\nAnd spirits blithe did flitter by.\\nAnd stones could speak and trees would cry,-\\nWas then the golden age;\\nThen Cronus reigned, the godly son.\\nWith Ehea, wife of his,\\nSuch joy, such good was ne er outdone,\\nNor ever so much bliss\\nThen gold was cheap, yet none in want,\\nAll earth was an Elysian haunt,\\nAnd wisely ruled the sage.\\nit?", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nContent were all, from man to frog,\\nThe rocks and dales were green,\\nThe sky was clear, unblnrred by fog.\\nThe rivers flowed serene.\\nNor war was known, nor battleships\\nFor distant shores or perilous trips.\\nNo murder, theft nor rage;\\nBut change there came and this was End,\\nAnd end alone, ^not death,\\nFor how can things that lived not mend\\nIf not by mystic breath?\\nYet find you much of difference here\\nWhen End and Death you see from near?\\nDid cease or die the sage?\\n1898.\\nm jh\\n120\\n1^^", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nEpigram\\nThe clouds, though mute.\\nTheir own salute,\\nAnd often meet each other;\\nBut people don t.\\nOr can t, or won t,\\nSalute or greet a brother.\\n1898.\\nt2i", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nBlow On, Winds\\nBlow on, fierce and savage winds\\nNor cease for want of breath;\\nNor spare yonr strength, nor turn you mild,\\nNor fear lest you prove death.\\nCome, blow your pangs and discord notes\\nInto a heart of woe;\\nInto a frail receptacle.\\nWhere heartaches come and go.\\nBlow louder, fiercer, louder yet,\\nNor cease for bitter groans;\\nPour in your sighs and anguish-wails,\\nPour in your rueful moans.\\nPour in your ails and raking pains.\\nWhere welcomed they will be\\nYour mournful, scornful, angry tunes.\\nYour careless symphony.\\n122", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nBlow on, fierce and savage winds!\\nNor heed a mortal s cry\\nBlow louder, fiercer, louder yet.\\nLike storms that cannot die.\\nNew Britain, January 25, 1899,\\nJ23", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nSpring Is Coming\\nWake, my love, for Spring is coming,\\nTrees are budding.\\nGrass is springing.\\nBirds are singing,\\nAnd the ground is moist with dew:\\nIs moist with dew, with dew the ground.\\nWhose verdant mantle grows anew.\\nWhile hills with shrub and bush are crowned,\\nAnd dales with buds and bloom abound.\\nWake, my love, from thy long sleeping,\\nSpring is creeping,\\nGently leaping.\\nSlyly peeping,\\nPeeping through the window-panes:\\nThe window-panes that glow with light.\\nWhile many showers and drizzling rains\\nAre yet to come with days most bright.\\nAnd bring the pleasant summer night.\\nJ24", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nLet thy winter s slumber cease now.\\nFor the season\\nKnows no treason\\nAnd with reason\\nComes about; in time about:\\nAnd wakes each sleeper with a start,\\nWhile setting gloom and cold in rout,\\nMakes every dismal day depart,\\nAnd brings glad sunshine to each heart.\\nNew Britain, March 16, 1899.\\n125", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nThe Hours\\nThe hours do fly\\nSo swiftly by,\\nAnd leave no room for leisure;\\nFor now they hie,\\nAnd now they try\\nTo give you shorter measure.\\nSo swift they run,\\nThere is no fun,\\nI tell you candid maxims;\\nFor soon they re done\\nThat just begun\\nTo count your days and actions.\\nAnd as they haste\\nInto the waste\\nOf years so long forgotten.\\nThey make you taste\\nOf life s sweet paste,\\nAnd then declare tis rotten.\\nt26", "height": "3678", "width": "2271", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nDeclaring thus,\\nThey make no fuss.\\nBut end your days all sudden;\\nAnd bring you hence,\\nBeyond the fence.\\nWhere some before have trodden.\\nThey make short work.\\nAnd never shirk\\nTheir duty, all too humble;\\nAnd like the Turk,\\nOt careful clerk.\\nCan trip without a stumble.\\nThen ends your life\\nAnd all your strife.\\nAs if youVe never striven;\\nAnd friend, child, wife.\\nBy Death s shrUl fife,\\nAre also thither driven.\\n!For who can hold\\nThe hours so bold\\nThat run with speed of thunder?\\nOr who infold\\nThe things untold\\nThat fall and break asunder?\\nJ27", "height": "3670", "width": "2315", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nNor these nor those\\nCould we inclose,\\nOr keep from playing hopper;\\nHence as it goes\\nWe must suppose\\nIs just the thing most proper.\\nNew Britain, March 18, 1899.\\n128", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nBetwixt the Clouds\\nWhen clouds obstruct the sky.\\nAnd darkness draws more nigh,\\nAnd rain or snow is threatening to descend;\\nWhen winds blow discord notes\\nAnd seas bear ill their boats,\\nAnd waves and storms grow dark with their intent\\nThen leaves my spirit this poor clay.\\nTo roam in space, or where it may.\\nAt night, at morn, or close of day.\\nAnd I become transformed.\\nMy spirit changed, deformed.\\nOr vaporized into a fleeting blast;\\nThen all myself is lost.\\nAs dew upon the frost.\\nOr raindrops on the ocean s surface vast\\nAnd, leaving then this mortal clay,\\nI roam in space by night or day,\\nAll helpless, though without delay.\\nt29", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nSo strange and sad a plight\\nI wish no mortal wight,\\nThat him may fail such pain and toil and grief;\\nFor tis unsafe as dust,\\nHazardous to intrust\\nOne s soul to tempests, e en for moments brief:\\nYet as I leave this form of clay,\\nAnd soar still upward, night or day,\\nSome force unseen do I obey.\\nA force unseen impels.\\nAs if by magic spells,\\nAnd sends me, all-unwilling, through the air;\\nThen, passing out of self,\\nI gambol like an elf.\\nAnd skip between the clouds and billows there;\\nFor, leaving, as I do, this clay,\\nI also leave all that is gay.\\nInto the gloomy heights to stray.\\nAnd there my place I fix.\\nWhere earthly murmurs mix\\nWith heav nly sounds and voices from on high;\\nThen words of hope and fear\\nAssail my listful ear,\\nAnd all that s being said in their reply\\nJ30", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nFor when I leave this mold of clay.\\nInto the distant heights to stray,\\nI must need hear what angels say.\\nAnd murmurs soft and faint,\\nAs if a stifled plaint,\\nKise from the earth and on the tempest speed\\nAnd these then louder grow.\\nAnd frame these words most slow:\\nWe suffer, oh, we suffer, and we bleed\\nAs likewise when I left this clay\\nInto the cloudy heights to stray,\\nI heard them those same words to say.\\nThe answer from above\\nDescended like a dove.\\nAnd spoke in accents sweet a soothing word;\\nIt whispered mild and low\\nTo those adown below,\\nAnd said We heard you ah, we heard, we heard V*\\nFor, though I left my form of clay.\\nAnd went in fancy here to stray,\\nI yet can know what Spirits say.\\nThen what remains for us,\\nOn earth was questioned thus,\\nWho ever fall and stumble neath the yoke\\nm", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nWhat shall we now perform,\\nOr how withstand the storm.\\nAnd how subvert cruel Nature s fatal etroke\\nFor we, frail creatures of the clay.\\nBut born to live a single day,\\nWe suffer till we pass away.\\nAnd the retort came then:\\nLet all the living men\\nImprove their souls and cultivate the mind;\\nThen pain and grief and woe\\nTo the four winds will go.\\nAnd happy days will come upon mankind:\\nAnd 3^e, though creatures of frail clay.\\nWill yet rejoice in your short day,\\nAnd live a life most bright and gay/*\\nThese things I truly heard.\\nThis pleasant, cheerful word.\\nAs well as the complaints that rise from man\\nAnd now and once again,\\nWhen I mid clouds remain,\\nAdvices new declare some new-laid plan:\\nFor, though I am but mortal clay,\\nI yet can leave it when I may.\\nInto celestial heights to stray,\\nAnd listen to what Spirits say.\\nNew Britain, April, 1899.\\nJ32", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nMy Withered Plant\\nDrooping and withered and low,\\nMy favorite stands;\\nIts slender leaves shrinking below\\nThe gathering bands,\\nLike weeds that in midwinter grow\\nOn overflowed lands.\\nOh, what can I do for my plant,\\nForsaken that seems?\\nIts flowers, its freshness and scent\\nHave left it like dreams;\\nIts life-giving sap is all spent,\\nLike tropical streams.\\nWill water bring back to it life,\\nOr fresh morning dews?\\nWill sunshine rekindle its life.\\nThat all things renews?\\nOr must it succumb to the knife\\nOf deadly abuse?\\nJ33", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nI add to it cool, sparkling balm,\\nFrom deep mountain springs;\\nAnd set it at evening neath calm\\nAnd sliado\\\\\\\\7 wings;\\nWhile mornings with dew I embalm:\\nIts yellowish sprigs.\\nI tend it and rear it with care,\\nLike tenderest child;\\nI bring it ^mid breeze and fresh air\\nOf seasons most mild;\\nAnd set it in sunshine s warm glare,\\nWhen showers subside.\\nI bring for it pebbles and sand\\nFrom southernmost seas;\\nI feed it on richest of land\\nFrom muse-haunted lees,\\nAnd bathe it in vapors as bland\\nAs midsummer s breeze.\\nBut none of these things can avail\\nMy plant to revive;\\nIts roots and its branches so frail\\nNo more can survive;\\nAnd I, though attempting, yet fail\\nNew means to contrive.\\nJ34", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nI lift up its low-drooping head\\nAnd kiss it awhile;\\nThen seeming before me is spread\\nA mother s hard trial,\\nWho, holding her child that s half dead.\\nAffects yet a smile.\\nFor wither d and lifeless and cold\\nMy darling appears;\\nLike some gentle lamb of the fold\\nThat s trembling with fears,\\nWhen, knife in hand, cruel and bold.\\nThe slaughterer nears.\\nNew Britain, April, 1899.\\nJ35", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nThe Day of May\\nThe harbinger of gladness rose\\nOne early hour in May,\\nAnd on his wing with song he chose\\nTo usher in the day.\\nHe chose with sweetest song proclaim\\nThe day that is to come,\\nSo that all things their share may claim\\nOf Spring s refreshing balm.\\nFlies high the lark on agile wings;\\nDisperse the thin, white mists;\\nRespond the leaves while Zephyr sings\\nForsake the birds their nests.\\nThe dawn now breaks, and darkness flees\\nTo Night s obscure abode.\\nAnd on the tops of hills and trees\\nThe sun s first rays then glowed.\\nThe mountains were imbued in gray\\nAnd silver-shining light,\\nWhile on the surf the rising spray\\nWas pure and snowy white.\\nJ36", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThe marble sky was clear and blue,\\nThe ground was beryl-green;\\nYoung Nature donned her freshest hue,\\nAs never yet was seen.\\nThe morning star, with fading eye.\\nGlanced down upon the earth.\\nThen vanished in the azure sky,\\nAs if of lesser worth.\\nThen in the east the rising sun\\nSent forth his golden rays.\\nAnd soon his daily course begun,\\nAs he is wont always.\\nAnd all the fields and all the land\\nAwoke to new delights,\\nAnd in the dales and on the strand\\nWere seen resplendent sights.\\nAnd people young, in bright attire,\\nWere welcoming the day;\\nFor nothing more could they desire\\nIn that fair month of May.\\nNew Britain, April 2k, 1899.\\n137", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nThe Letter That Never Came\\nOne day in the earliest hour,\\nEre aught was awake or astir,\\nA lady sat lone in her bower\\nAwaiting the letters to her,\\nOut of which, with a white, trembling hand.\\nShe might pick just the one from a friend.\\nShe sat there, most anxiously waiting\\nTo hear the good letterman s tread.\\nWhile secretly joy contemplating\\nWhen once that sweet letter is read;\\nFor how good is a word from an one\\nThan whom kinder or better are none.\\nThe time is now past for the dawning;\\nThe letterman did not appear:\\nAnd now it is late in the morning,\\nYet is not the carrier near.\\nOh, how careless and stubborn is Fate!\\nTo thus make that sweet letter so late.\\nt38", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThe noon of the day is now passing,\\nAnd messages reach every home\\nA note, or a word, or a blessing,\\nFrom Europe, from Venice, from Eome:\\nThey rejoice in assurance of bliss.\\nAnd extract from each sentence a kiss.\\nBut this is denied to our lady.\\nWho pensive sits, silent and sad;\\nAnd lo how the night is so speedy\\nIn closing the day, good or bad.\\nBut alas oh, alas for the name\\nThat sweet letter that day never came.\\ncarrier, faithless and cruel.\\nHow durst thou thus fail in thy task?\\nHow canst thou, like some senseless mule,\\nEef use what a lady does ask\\nYet alas ay, alas just the same.\\nFor that letter that day never came.\\n!2Vew Britain, May 20, 1899, Written for a young\\nlady on request\\n139", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nSpring\\nThou yearly minister of happiness;\\nDispeller of dejection and distress;\\nThe hope of youth and comforter of age;\\nThe theme for wit, philosopher, and sage\\nThou whom all praise, yet praise not half enough\\nWhom poets sing, yet seem to mock and scoff,\\nFor thou thyself art poesy and song,\\nSurpassing all the mortal minstrel throng;\\nOn thee the whole world showers lasting thanks,\\nAs trees their fruit upon the river banks.\\nWhere, drinking largely, they as large repay\\nWith spice and blossom when tis blossom day\\nThou, then, gentle Spring, the joy of earth.\\nThat bring st delight and giv st to Beauty birth;\\nThat deck st the ground with verdure fresh and\\ngreen,\\nAnd mak st the waters as the sky serene;\\nThat renovat st all things and bring st new life.\\nEmpower st weaklings, fit st them for their strife;\\nOf thee, all-prevailing, heav nly thing.\\nDo I, poor mortal, now presume to sing.\\n140", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nI strike my lute and bid my harp to thrill,\\nThat its vibrations all the air may fill.\\nFor lo how love and life and joy and bliss\\nFloat on the breeze and on the breezes kiss.\\nThey float thereon with angel wings outspread,\\nBy seraphs follow d and by seraphs led,\\nAnd of their scents abundantly send forth,\\nTo bathe the globe in this delightful froth;\\nWhile with their breath, that s tender as tis sweet.\\nThey issue blessings as they softly breathe.\\nSo that the world by their quick touch revives,\\nAnd things long lifeless now take on new lives.\\nEevives the world, the lifeless and the live.\\nAnd for perfection all at once do strive.\\nThe hoary meadows and the blasted fern.\\nThe silent rocks and mountains vast and stem.\\nThe earth inanimate and valleys deep\\nWhere silence reigns and winter shadows sleep.\\nThe slumbering seas and sluggish river streams,\\nThe frozen landscape breeding winter dreams.\\nAll these as well as every other thing\\nBecome at once transformed by gentle Spring.\\nIn greenest livery the mountains dress.\\nThe leaf-topped orchards v/ear new loveliness;\\nAnd in the earth the germinating seeds\\nProve that o er Death Life still his triumph leads.\\nHi", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nThe valleys now with flow ry beds are filled,\\nWherein the brilliant sunshine is instilled.\\nWhile slumbering seas and sluggish river streams\\nRun swift their course as lightning s flashing\\nbeams\\nTheir foam in vapors spreading on the way,\\nAnd sweetest fragrance seems their downy spray.\\nThe water-fowls, between the air and sea\\nDispute their place and know not where to be\\nFor tis as pleasant to be here as there,\\nAnd just as good in water as in air.\\nHere all the finned and web-toed creatures swim,\\nAnd leap and frolic, and the bottom skim.\\nThere birds of flight their wings give ample use,\\nWhile gentle Zephyrus his breath lets loose.\\nThen tongue-shaped petals and fresh, pointed\\nleaves\\nA rustling concord play, while neath the eaves\\nAnd in the tops of trees the warbler sings,\\nThat all the air with tremulous music rings.\\nHence soft and liquid warbles, full of cheer.\\nIn mellow strains fall lightly on the ear.\\nThe happy robin gives his voice full sway.\\nAnd cheerfully inspires the rising day.\\nThe cardinal, the bluebird, and still more\\nOf the wing d throng their joy profusely pour.\\n142", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThe twittering sparrows and those of their kind\\nConstruct their humble homes, though softly lined,\\nThat there with ease they may repose by day,\\nAnd by the night may chirp their amorous lay.\\nThe while the woodcocks, in a giddy round,\\nGo circling aimlessly above the ground,\\nAs if in ecstasy their wits they lost.\\nAnd heed nor trap nor snare at any cost.\\nSo, too, all other beings are full of joy.\\nAnd wist not how their time best to employ.\\nThe squirrels leap up and clamber down the trees,\\nThe rabbits linger in the tufted lees.\\nThe hare, the fox, and others of the field.\\nTo utter happiness their senses yield.\\nThe fleeting chamois and swift-footed deer,\\nThe lively antelope that quails with fear.\\nNor quail nor fear upon the lofty peaks.\\nWhere naught is heard save eagles passing shrieks.\\nAnd on the prairies ruminating herds\\nFull jolly ramble, like the flocks of birds.\\nWhile down the hills, upon the shady side,\\nThe shepherds tend the objects of their pride;\\nFor rams and lambs and ewes must ever be\\nThe pride of shepherds as their ecstasy.\\nThey tend their flocks, ^these youthful, rustic\\nswains.\\nAnd all day long chant their melodious strains,\\nH3", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nWhile rural scenes by them are highly praised,\\nAnd rural objects to the sky upraised.\\nNor fail they to proclaim in ardent airs\\nTheir stirring passions and their love affairs,\\nWhile those that are the cause of all their love\\nAre more extolled than are the gods above;\\nThat neither gods, nymphs, nor Elysian shades.\\nCompare in beauty with these mortal maids.\\nSo strange a charm in Spring resplendent lurks;\\nSo great a change on beast and man it works.\\nGreat is the dreadful fear that smites our souls\\nWhen from the north the wind impetuous rolls.\\nAnd swoops upon the highland and the plain.\\nThat woods and thickets bend before the strain.\\nThen terrible are forests, thus disturbed,\\nWhen with the storm the growling beasts are heard\\nThat deeply there lie crouching in their caves.\\nAnd with their voices aid the traveling waves.\\nYet when mild Spring arrives, behold the change\\nBehold the transformation all so strange.\\nThe woods and forests that were erst so dark,\\nThe leafless trees with their decaying bark,\\nNor dark nor leafless are, nor now decay,\\nBut freshly bloom as brightly shines the day.\\nThe sylvan brutes that nestle in their lairs,\\nAs leopards, jaguars, lions, wolves, and bears.\\n144", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThat prowl about most terribly and grim,\\nAnd ceaseless howl at dusky evening dim,\\nNor prowl nor howl, nor terrible appear,\\nOn this the mildest season of the year.\\nBut mating, as they do, at early morn.\\nOr when the crescent moon inclines one horn.\\nThey dally, smile, and show their pranks and\\nwiles,\\nThat young and happy Nature with them smiles.\\nNor need we wonder, for when Pyrrha and\\nDeucalion stood on the barren strand,\\nThe flood being past, but of the human race.\\nExcept this pious pair, was left no trace,\\nSeized with regret, observiog this great waste.\\nAt last the oracle s advice embraced.\\nAnd threw behind their backs their Mother s bones.\\nThat human beings might rise from out these\\nstorugs\\nAnd human beings, men and women, rose\\nIn wondrous numbers, as the story goes,\\nBut yet, when that occurred twere doubtless th,en\\nThe time of Spring, for thus alone could men.\\nAll hale and living, from dead stones arise.\\nAnd take to life and to new enterprise.\\nAs never could be done in better wise.\\nII ew Britain, May, 1899,\\nti5", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nFatality\\nA GRIM, black terror o er my head\\nDoth hover constantly;\\nWith sable wings far overspread\\nIs foul Fatality.\\nAnd where I trend and where I hie.\\nIt runneth after me;\\nAnd where I stand and where I lie\\nIs there Fatality.\\nI wend me here and wend me there,\\nAnd seek the Night s obscured lair;\\nThen, weary grown of toil and care,\\nI throw aside this wild despair\\nAnd seek for people debonair\\nAnd good and gentle, thinking there\\nI ll find some sympathy\\nI seek for faces kind and fair.\\nOr friends that might for once declare\\nThat by their hearthstones I might share\\nH6", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThe pleasures which to me are rare\\nOf hospitality:\\nBut in the Night s obscured lair,\\n^Neath friendly roofs, as everywhere,\\nBesides Fatality.\\nTo Pleasure s luring roads I turn\\nMy hasty steps, with hopes to learn\\nWhat balm would fill my ready urn,\\nWhat comforts could my soul discern;\\nPerhaps at last Til cease to yearn\\nFor the unknown, and for me earn\\nKepose and constancy\\nAll that which I ere long did spurn,\\nThe hidden walks where rose and fern\\nGlow in the passion blasts that burn\\nDeep through one s soul, where men oft learn\\nKegret s deep mystery;\\nThese, then, I tread, but ah, the stern.\\nGaunt, spectral form I soon discern,\\nOf grim Fatality.\\nDisgust and terror fill my heart.\\nWhile nature gives a second smart;\\nThen, stagg ring neath this sudden dart\\nOf fatal arrows, to depart\\nIn grief and sorrow now I start,\\nJ47", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nYet striving by all human art\\nTo ease my misery\\nAway from men, from Traffic s mart.\\nFrom friendly roof, from friendly hearth,\\nDropped is now Pleasure s mazy chart,\\n^Tis books, tis books now play the part\\nOf my good company:\\nBut from the book-shelves I upstart,\\nMid dusk and dust, behold the tart\\nGrim fiend, Fatality.\\nDistracted and alarmed I fly,\\n^With arms outstretche d for help I cry;\\nOh, help a wretch, ye standers-by\\nDrive off the beast that hovers nigh\\nBehold his clutches in my thigh.\\nHis fangs now in my throat, I die\\nAh me oh, misery\\nUnheeded, to my kin I hie.\\nFor sure, I thought, I could rely\\nOn them to heed my pleading sigh.\\nThat they at least attempt and try\\nDispel this infamy:\\nBut oh! no sooner them I spy,\\nAlas! with them, too, I descry,\\nAbides Fatality!\\nUS", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAh, deathly, horrid, fatal fiend,\\ngrim Fatality\\nWhat when my scatter^ hopes are gleaned\\nAnd blasted all by thee\\nWhat when thou this frail soul subdu st.\\nAnd thou its master be?\\nWhat when this frame at last imbu^st\\nIn endless misery\\nWilt thou still mock, thy victim scorn.\\nAnd laugh eternally\\nThou fierce and ghastly, gaunt, hell-born,\\ncruel Fatality\\nNew Britain, July, 1899,\\nU9", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nA Thought\\nEvery city has its graveyard.\\nEvery homestead has its grave;\\nIn the graveyard dear ones slumber.\\nIn the homestead dear ones weep:\\nWeep the youngsters, sleep the dead ones,\\nAches the mother s beating heart,\\nTill, beweeped, for the cold graveyard\\nShe as well does soon depart.\\nNovember 20, 1899. Written on a passenger train\\nto New York, while observing a cemetery on the\\nway.\\n150", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThe Tears, They are Many; the\\nSmiles, They are Few\\nMt misfortune or fortune, I cannot say which,\\nIs to notice the woes in which people are rich;\\nAll the heartrending woes of a suffering man\\nWho despairingly lingers on lifers sullen span,\\nReattempting the tempting life ever anew:\\nOr the widow s deep sob, or the orphan s deep\\nmoan,\\nAnd the dying man s whisper of faltering tone\\nFor the tears, they are many; the smiles, they\\nare few.\\nAnd they come to me, come to me, old and the\\nyoung,\\nTheir sad tales to relate with such sadness that\\nclung\\nAt my heart more than once, and produced such\\na pain\\nThat I scarce could recover my senses again,\\nOr recall that good cheer wliich to mortals is\\ndue:\\ni5t", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nAnd their sad, bitter stories with patience I heard,\\nThat my blood with mad vehemence greatly was\\nstirred\\nFor the tears, they are many; the smiles, they\\nare few.\\nOh how sad is the life of the poor and the blind\\nFor the first cannot live, and the latter not find\\nThe high-road to the castle where dwells the king\\nLife;\\nAy, sad, sad is the painful and parallel strife\\nWhich abates not nor fails with each day to\\nrenew\\nBut the poor in the streets their own miseries sing.\\nAnd the poor at my door their new miseries bring\\nThat the tears, they are many the smiles, they\\nare few.\\nI walk out mong the people and hear them com-\\nplain\\nOf their ill-breeding lot in a dolorous strain.\\nAnd I enter their homes, and I sit by their hearth,\\nAnd I hear out with patience the sorrow and smart\\nWhich afflicted their lives with a burden undue\\n152", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nIn the streets, in the shops, in the mansion and\\nhut.\\nIs the passion of strife and the grim daily nit\\nAnd the tears, they are many; the smiles, they\\nare few.\\nAnd my breast feels oppressed and discovers no\\nrest,\\nAnd my mind is tormented and greatly distress d.\\nWhile the blood trickles down from the sides of my\\nheart.\\nAnd compels a sensation which fain I would part\\nIf it did not return ever fresh, ever new\\nFor the people, they tell me their life-during\\nthroes.\\nAnd their ceaseless, recurrent, though changeable\\nwoes;\\nThat my tears, they are many; my smiles, they\\nare few.\\nNew Britain, Janimry SI, 1900,\\nJ53", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nA Message\\nWhoever finds me, by the waves upcast,\\nWill read these lines, perchance, with eyes\\naghast.\\nThe World moves on, and Nature every day\\nIs newly born and quickly dies away;\\nOne Thing exists that does all things comprise.\\nAnd Space and Matter in its bosom lies\\nTherefrom all else proceed, both good and bad,\\nAnd back return, both j:o one fountain-head:\\nSo as the World moves on, as Nature lives.\\nAs that One Thing its Essence freely gives\\nTo all its endless broods of progeny\\nThat lived and shall live through Eternity,\\nSo Man, unmindful of all consequence.\\nShould give the Eule its free predominance.\\nIf this enigma you cannot resolve,\\nThe Ocean will the mystery dissolve.\\nGo to the spot where you discovered me\\nAnd send me drifting on the boundless sea,\\nThen, when I disappear, still follow out\\nMy destined course, but purge you of all doubt,\\nJ54", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAnd think how far, how wide I shall be borne\\nUpon the billows, lone yet not forlorn,\\nThen ask the waves what shall their purpose be\\nTo waft me thus through all Infinity,\\nIf ever they shall stop, if ever cease.\\nPervert the Eule and rest in stagnant ease.\\nThen they will answer with a mighty roar,\\n^^We shall roll on as we have rolled before/\\nJuly 7, 1900. Written aboard the Ella and\\nset afloat in a sealed flash on the Atlantic Ocean^\\n29\u00c2\u00b0 N. lat, 61 50 W, long.\\n\\\\SS", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nOnward, Still On\\nOnward^ still on, the watchword goes.\\nWhich sends me ever hence,\\nThat ere I find some slight repose\\nAnon I m banished thence.\\nOnward, still on, from land to land\\nI wander on my way.\\nWith none to heed or understand\\nMy sad and tuneless lay.\\niTuneless and sad the lay I sing.\\nAnd broken is my harp;\\nUntoned the voice, untuned the string,\\nThe accent bitter sharp.\\nFor where I go no harmony\\nOf living sounds I hear.\\nBut fearful notes of irony\\nAnd people s hateful sneer.\\ni56", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAnd we, poor singers of these days\\nOf barter and of trade,\\nWe cannot sing of other lays\\nSave what the times have made.\\nHence as I go from shore to shore,\\nFrom place to place I go,\\nI hear the watchword evermore\\nOf onward, ever so.\\nHere to the ocean driven, then,\\nI spend my weary hours.\\nFar from the homes of wretched men,\\nMid Nature s wildest powers.\\nOcean, Ocean, boundless Sea,\\nI pray thee, tell me, do.\\nIs there a place of rest for me^^\\nOr must I ever go?\\nOcean, Ocean, boundless Sea,\\nWhy heaves thy bosom so?\\nBeats thy great heart in sympathy\\nFor him that on must go?\\n157", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nITay, as I roll upon thy face\\nSome comfort I perceive,\\nFor here I think I find a place\\nAt least for short reprieve.\\nThen pray receive what I can give,\\nAnd store it in thy depth\\n^Tis but a tear dropped in the eve\\nWhen here I sat and wept.\\nAnd when I ll think that thy great heart\\nIs swelled by tears of mine,\\nI ll be content my bitter part\\nI should not quite resign.\\nOcean, Ocean, rise not so,\\nNor cast this angry frown.\\nElse I ll believe that I must go\\nOnce more still onward, on.\\nAboard the Ella on the Atlantic Ocean, July\\nIS, 1900.\\n158", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nElla, Ella, skipping ship,\\nGoing on a Southern trip,\\nFrom New York to Martinique,\\nGreater fortunes there to seek.\\nBear me thither on thy breast,\\nGently as you would a guest,\\nFor on shore I was not used\\nTo be very much abused.\\nSeasick was I not ashore,\\nHomesick was I not before;\\nSeasick, homesick, know you what\\nThis may mean, or know you not?\\nBut the sea no doubt to thee\\nIs what land may be to me,\\nA good home and haven s rest.\\nFull of blessing and possessed\\nOf good cheer and comfort s store,\\nGiving life for evermore.\\nSo, sweet Ella, if you were\\nNever seasick, please deter\\nFrom thy jumping, frolic s game.\\nThis high romping, be more tame,\\nJ 59", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nThat I may like thee abide\\nIn repose and peace beside.\\nElla, Ella, three-mast bark.\\nHasting to thy Southern mark,\\nStontly built and well preserved,\\nFive-and-twenty years well served\\nOn the ocean far and wide.\\nLike the ebbing of the tide,\\n^Way upon the China seas.\\nThen among the Caribbees,\\nNext upon Atlantic s face,\\n[N orthward still thy course to trace,\\n^Mong the nations there to trade.\\nThat thy fortunes may be made.\\nThen on some far western shores.\\nThou deliver st up thy stores.\\nSouth and N orth America,\\nAll around wild Africa,\\nOn the Black and Baltic seas,\\nSailing, cruising at thy ease,\\nMong the Tartars, Eussians, Turks,\\nMerchants French and English clerks,\\nHere to deal and there to trade.\\nThat thy fortunes may be made.\\nBut now, Ella, faithful ship.\\nGoing on thy Southern trip,\\nStaves and lumber in thy hold,\\nMerchandise the worth of gold,\\n160", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nTaking far and guiding well.\\nThat at profit they might sell,\\nTrom New York to ]\\\\Iartinique,\\nSpeed thee fast and speed thee quick.\\nWhile the crew that carry thee\\nAre true devils of the sea.\\nPive are black and two are tan.\\nEach one passing for a man.\\nBut thy officers, though white.\\nAre in nature black as night.\\nCaptain is a reprobate,\\nWorse than captain is the mate;\\nDrinkers both and old in sin.\\nLoose in speech, in morals thin.\\nBut the second mate must be\\nWholly in obscurity.\\nSuch a rascal never yet\\nMong the nations have I met\\nThree wives having, in good style.\\nSeeks more victims to beguile.\\nISTor would he stop short of aught\\nThat may happen in his thought.\\nAnd who knows what happens not\\nIn the thoughts of such a sot\\nBut, dear Ella, speed thee quick\\nTo the port of Martinique.\\nAboard the Ella/ Atlantic Ocean, July IS,\\n1900.\\n\\\\6i", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nWhere Rest the Souls as Good as\\nThine\\nFar, far away on Nature s brink\\nLie golden isles that never sink;\\nOutpeering each a thousand times,\\nEesounding wide with silver chimes,\\nAnd angels songs of rhythmic rhymes.\\nSunshine beams ever on these isles,\\nMere time beguiling with its smiles.\\nIn the interior are seats of gold,\\nEeserved for many hosts untold;\\nNor plain these seats, but trimmed with fine\\nOnyx and pearls that brightly shine.\\nWhere rest the souls as good as thine.\\nAboard the *Ella, Atlantic Ocean, July IJf.,\\n1900.\\nNote. The first letters of these lines spell a name.\\n\\\\62", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nA Doctor-Rogue\\nIn the valley of the moonlight,\\nFar removed from water^s edge,\\nLies a city rich in sunlight.\\nRich in wealth and nature s pledge;\\nAnd this city from her nature\\nIs the Iron City called,\\nFor the most her manufacture\\nIs from iron into gold.\\nHearing highly toward heaven\\nAre the chimneys of the shops.\\nAnd of churches cones eleven,\\nWith their belfries and their clocks\\nBut the highest toward heaven\\nRising are the scents and smells\\nOf saloons some eighty-seven.\\nThese in dens and those in cells.\\nVainly were you in that city\\nShould you miss the best to see,\\nShould you miss him twere a pity.\\nMiss the Doctor-Rogue to see;\\nJ63", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nFor of all the rogues that even\\nLived upon this earthly frame,\\n!N one could be so rash and clever.\\nNone so perfect at his game.\\nIt is he that through the alleys\\nSmiling comes and cringes low.\\nIt is he that often sallies\\nThrough the town with face aglow;\\nOn his lips a smile is beaming,\\nBut his heart is filled with gall.\\nThat when hating it is seeming\\nThat he loves and blesses all.\\nNodding, fawning, bowing, smiling.\\nCheerfully your hand is pressed.\\nWhile he thinks how best beguiling\\nYou for his own interest;\\nTending sick and treating sickness.\\nHe knows when tis well to cure,\\nWhen the patient s purse in thickness\\nIs reduced all well and sure.\\nGoing, then, from house to household,\\nHe takes care of every purse,\\nThat none fatten more than threefold\\nEre he drains it of its curse;\\n164", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nSo tKe hypocrite of nature\\nNewest victims ever finds,\\nOSe who s bent and slim of stature\\nWrit his name is in these lines.\\nAboard the Ella on the Atlantic, July IJf,\\n1900.\\n165", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nA Butterfly Far Out to Sea\\nOn its beautiful winglets of purple and blue\\nA poor sea-loving butterfly eastwardly flew.\\nAnd it sped on its perilous journey alone.\\nUndisturbed by the breeze upon which it was\\nblown,\\nFor it loved an adventure as new as tis strange\\nO er the foam of the ocean and billows to range.\\nHow delightful the breeze and how pleasant the\\nday\\nFor this creature of summer, this insect of May.\\nAnd it stretches its winglets as far as it might.\\nThat its exquisite colors may shine in the light\\nAnd it skips and it prances and dances with glee\\nO er the prospect of finally crossing the sea.\\nNever butterfly risked an adventure so great,\\nIN ever insect with Nature attempted debate.\\nAnd so fine was the breeze and so pleasant the\\nday\\nFor this insect of summer, this creature of May.\\nt66", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nBut not far from the shore, scarce the journey\\nbegan,\\n[A. strong gale sent its breath the deep waters to\\nfan,\\n[A.nd the billows rose high to encroach on the sky.\\nAnd the clouds gather d dark on the ocean to lie.\\nAll things changed their appearance and mad grew\\nthe hour,\\nWide resounding the fury of natural pow^r.\\nThen the butterfly feared to advance on its way,\\nAnd attempted returning to land and to day\\nTo the gardens of flowers, to harbors of rest.\\nBack where butterflies should be, as for them is\\nbest.\\nBut alas oh, alas tis too late to recall\\nThat which has been accomplished, which must\\nnow befall.\\nFor as by the light breeze it was firstly decoyed.\\nSo upon the strong gale it was killed and de-\\nstroyed.\\nAboard the Ella, Atlantic Ocean, July 16,\\n1900,\\n167", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nThe Triumph of Death\\nThe whistling frog, the creeping snake,\\nThe humming spider and the scorpion,\\nAll of the fatal brood that make\\nTheir homes beneath the constant tropic sun\\nThese, with their humming and their whistling\\ncry,\\nImpart a lesson infinitely high.\\nThey seem to teach and seem to say,\\nThat in those regions even where the light\\nBequeaths great beauty on each day,\\nAnd struggles to abolish darksome night,\\nE en here the everlasting strife takes place\\n^Twixt Nature s highest and her lowest race.\\nThey seem to say and seem to teach\\nThat in the land where Beauty lingers long.\\nWhere plants the highest stages reach\\nOf growth luxuriant and fragrance strong,\\nThere, too, there most, abounds immortal Death,\\nLives in each glare, and dwells in every breath.\\nMartinique, W. L, July 22, 1900,\\n168", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nAu Sans Pareil\\n99\\nA DISTANT land; a little shop\\nWith tiny windows at the top\\nSmall wares and bric-a-brac in bins;\\nTwo caps on shelves, three stocking twins;\\nThree little chickens in a cage;\\nFour fishes swimming in a rage;\\nSome cabbage, beets, Napoleon^s bust;\\nOld medals, coins, and iron rust;\\nQuaint books and curiosities\\nPerfumes and soap a box of cheese\\nSilks, cotton, paintings, eggs, and drugs;\\nTwo flasks of wine, of gin three jugs:\\nThis wondrous store that thought it nice\\nTo have ^^Au Sans Pareil as its device.\\nMartinique, W. July 23, 1900.\\nInscribed over the door of a small variety store in\\nSt. Pierre, Martinique.\\ni69", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "A Candie-Light\\nIn Yon Tiny Cottage\\nA SONG.\\nIn yon tiny cottage dwell twain maidens,\\nTwain maidens, twain maidens dwell there\\nThey be of my soul the only cravings,\\nSo bonny these lassies and fair.\\nAnd when I went out,\\nIn darkness and doubt,\\nTo saunter one eve on the road,\\nTheir shadows, meseemed.\\nLike angels have gleamed\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Within their well-lighted abode.\\nAnd then it was that I loved these maidens,\\nThese maidens, twain maidens I loved;\\nFor both had lang hair as black as ravens.\\nAnd eyes like of lassies beloved.\\nBut when I returned.\\nThough all my soul burned^\\nJ70", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nI halted and asked me this quest\\nLove they me as well.\\nWhy will they not tell?\\nOr play these fair elfies in jest?\\nLove they me as well.\\nWhy will they not tell?\\nOr play these fair elfies in jest?\\nWest Wimted, Conn., August 18, 1900,\\nt7i", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nMy First Fishing Expedition\\nMy friend and I, one sunny day.\\nSet out a-fishing on the bay.\\nIf bay or pond or little brook\\nI did not take the pains to look.\\nFor I had more than I could do.\\nAnd so did he, and so would you.\\nIn keeping out a watchful eye\\nUpon the pond and on the sky.\\nAnd on the fish and on the shore,\\nStill thinking what will come before.\\nBut list and hear how it was all,\\nWhat happed to us, what did befall.\\nAnd if you find you cannot laugh\\nI should much grieve in your behalf.\\nAnd pray you go to some good leech\\nWho soon may to your liver reach,\\nThen purge it of the bilious mumps.\\nAnd cleanse it clean of cheesy lumps,\\nAnd send afresh the portal blood,\\nAnd expurgate hepatic mud,\\nJ 72", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nDilate the tubes, expand the lobes.\\nAnd set therein fresh infant hopes,\\nThat it may serve its purpose good\\nAnd be anew in working mood;\\nThen he may likewise tend thy splee%\\nAnd make it pink instead of green\\nTune up your heart and set its strings,\\nAnd get in order all such things.\\nThat you may then appreciate\\nSuch tales as I will now relate.\\nWell, it was on a sunny day\\nWhen we went fishing on the bay\\nNo thought had we of rain or storm,\\nOr trouble in whatever form,\\nThat in our finest clothes we dressed.\\nAnd donned whatever was our best.\\nOur hats were straw, our suits were light,\\nOur bosoms starched, our collars white.\\nBut of umbrellas thought we not.\\nNor that ill chance may be our lot;\\nSo fine the day, so clear the air,\\nNo fog nor cloud was anywhere.\\nAnd this was, too, my first attempt\\nAt such affairs, the fish exempt,\\nI must admit, from much abuse.\\nWhich pray receive as my excuse.\\nJ73", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nMy friend had therefore promised me\\nThat we should empty out the sea.\\nAnd rid it of its living freight,\\nIf only they will see our bait.\\nWe^ll catch the eels, we ll catch the trout.\\nCatch all save whales, we had no doubt.\\nSo two large buckets put we on\\nThe seat of our light phaeton.\\nAnd started to the pond or bay\\nOn that fair summer, sunny day.\\nMiles upon miles we rode and rode.\\nAnd rocked and tossed in gleeful mode.\\nUntil at last we reached a spot\\nWhere some do fish, but all should not.\\nAlighted we, all gay-attired,\\nAnd went into the boat we hired,\\nBut first we started to prepare\\nThe fishing tackle that was there.\\nWhereon to catch the frolic game.\\nSecure and firmly keep the same.\\nBut oh, the inexperienced hand.\\nWhat torments must it not withstand\\nThe hooks into my fingers hooked,\\nAnd pierced my flesh, that I have looked\\nAll scratched and bleeding, and my clothes\\nWere often rent, you may suppose.\\n174", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nBut worse than that, I nearly caught\\nFrom my friend s head, the killing thought!\\nWith my own hook, his, shall I say\\nHis true right eye, alack the day\\nNor was this all; the lines were far\\nToo long for me, and like a spar\\nThe rod did seem, so much in length.\\nAnd equal to a mast in strength.\\nAt last we rowed out on the sea,\\nThat kind of sea where frogs may be.\\nAnd as we did so in the sky\\nThe darksome clouds came sailing by.\\nWe rowed and rowed for a good spot\\nWhere some do fish, but all should not;\\nAnd then we anchored mong the weeds.\\nAs here, tis said, the king-fish leads\\nHis court and kingdom, where we might\\nCatch thousands of them ere the night.\\nAnd so the clouds have anchored there,\\nAbove our heads, low in the air.\\nThese clouds, we said, will pass anon,\\nAnd we once more will see the sun.\\nHence joyfully we dropped our lines\\nWithin those circumscribed confines.\\nI need not tell, I feel the shame.\\nEntangled how those lines became\\n175", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nThat neither knew which one was his,\\nWhich rod, which line, if that or this.\\nMy first attempt, though, it was yet.\\nWhich pray recall and don t forget.\\nI caught a fish, tis true, just one.\\nAnd then I thought how well l\\\\e done;\\nIt was a tiny mackerel.\\nAnd oh, so young, it seemed as well\\nTo send it back to whence it came,\\nThat it may earn itself a name.\\nSo I returned it to the sea,\\nIn peace to live, unharmed of me.\\nMy friend then likewise one had caught,\\nA pickerel, for which he fought\\nMost valiant, and lastly did\\nUnhook him and securely hid\\nIn the great pail, but when once more\\nWe dropped the lines, how it did pour\\nPour what the fishes No, the rain.\\nThat came as from a water-main.\\nWhat could we say, what could we do,\\nBut hasten back without ado\\nSo up we gathered all our store\\nAnd swiftly reached the reeking shore,\\nBut then the rain at once did stop\\nAnd shed, it seemed, its final drop.\\n176", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nWhat was there now for us to do\\nBut try once more, and wouldn^t you?\\nOf course you would, and so did we\\nPut out again upon the sea.\\nYet as we came to that same spot\\nWhere some may fish, but I will not,\\nBehold once more the rain comes down\\nAnd changes us from dude to clown.\\nBut now, we thought, we must outwit\\nThis frisky rain, if we but sit\\nAnd wait till it will pass away.\\nQuite soon, no doubt, ere close of day.\\nWe sat and sat, and waited long.\\nBut it rained still and it rained strong.\\nThat I thought it will never stop\\nAnd never cease its stores to drop.\\nDeciding, then, it will not cease\\nWe made for shore with little ease,\\nWhen, oh, the pain as there we came,\\nAll dry and clear the air became.\\nThen we returned to sea once more,\\nWhen down again the rain did pour.\\nSo growing wroth now, in a sort,\\nW^e finally gave up the sport,\\nAnd turned back to our soaking mare\\nAnd dripping team that still was there,\\nJ 77", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nHitched fast and started quickly home,\\nThe horse being cover d o er with foam,\\nThe team with mud and we with both,\\nThat now to think of it I loathe.\\nWe came into the house so wet\\nAs never any man was yet;\\nThen hung our clothes before the fire.\\nThat they might be a little drier.\\nOurselves to bed to cure the cold\\nThat firmly took on us a hold,\\nWhile in the pail that finny cuss\\nWas pleased with his revenge on us.\\nWest Winsted, Conn., August 20, 1900.\\n178", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nOh, Tell Me, Heart, What Ails Thee\\nNow\\nOh, tell me, heart, what ails thee now,\\nThat art supposed to be at rest?\\nHere on the mountain s lofty brow\\nDiscern st thou aught that is not best?\\nBeneath this daily crystal sky\\nThat smiles with pleasure all along.\\nOr in these groves where shadows lie,\\nDiseern st thou aught that may be wrong E\\nLo how the breezes whisper faint\\nAnd tell of love that is to be,\\nWhile from afar thy patron saint\\nBespeaks the life that waits for thee.\\nThe roses bloom, the saplings sprout.\\nNew life to them the season brings;\\nWhile from the ground the crops come oul^\\nAs if upborne by hidden wings.\\ni79", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nAll else is joyful, all serene,\\nAnd happiness is quite complete;\\nThe droves, the flocks, the herds are seen\\nIn common joy fulness to meet.\\nThe birds sing loud their songs of love.\\nThe wind sighs soft and murmurs low;\\nFull jolly are all things above,\\nAnd happy creatures all below.\\nThen why, heart, dost thou not cease\\nThy agitation all so wild?\\nOr stop awhile thyself to tease\\nWith the emotions of a child?\\nAlas my heart said to my soul,\\nWhat thoughtless query askest me I\\nHow can I rest when, on the whole.\\nThe world is full of misery?\\nAnd while thou rest, behold not faf\\nAre millions wretched, restless men;\\nAnd while thou feed st a million are\\nUnfed and hungry in thy ken.", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\n^^And as thou liv^st death waits thee still,\\nAs it awaits all things alive\\nHark, how the widows voices thrill\\nHow weaklings cry, how orphans strive I\\nAnd talk st thou still to me of restP\\nThe heart continued as before;\\nThe soul then pleaded this request,\\nOh, cease, my son, and speak no more.\\nWest Winsted, Conn., August 22, 1900.\\n(81", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "A Candle Light\\nHe s a Little Depressed at the Top\\nA SELF-LOViN G joung fellow in town.\\nBe whatever his name, Jones or Brown,\\nBut a character recognized well\\nAs the worthless, nonsensical swell,\\nEepresenting a class of his own.\\nIn all places from hovel to throne,\\nMay be seen any time of the day.\\nAnywhere, attired most any way.\\nIn what species of animal kind\\nCan we look its true likeness to find?\\nTo what order of genus shall it\\nBy its habit most properly fit\\nBut I fear that a place quite unique\\nMust be made for this natural freaky\\nAnd its family s own little nook\\nBe produced in Biology s book.\\nFor the sake of the Naturalist\\nI will give here its character-list:\\nLegs and arms it has two, each as long\\nAs those that to chimpanzees belong;\\nJ 82", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nSlender-bodied and wiry and thin,\\nFeeding largely on products of sin;\\nIts neck long, its face smooth, the skin wan;\\nEemote semblance still bearing to man.\\nAlthough more like the apes, and yet less,\\nSince its features can nothing express\\n^Tis a little depressed at the top,\\nThis peculiar, unnatural fop.\\nWest Winsted, Conn., August 22, 1900.\\n183", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nSave the Jewels\\nThe Holy Week in ultra-holy Spain\\nWas celebrated with great pomp and show,\\nAnd at Madrid a long and endless train\\nOf dark processions wandered to and fro;\\nTo them the Eegent Queen herself did go,\\nAnd with her presence emphasized the fact\\nThat Spain is what she was in word and act.\\nWhile at Seville, the clouded province town,\\nFull populous of myth and fable false.\\nWhere Error s shadows never cease to frown\\nOn darkling streets and city s gloomy walls,\\nThere solemn priests and bishops, clad in palls.\\nWent slowly marching to the church-bell s gong,\\nHard followed by a melancholy throng.\\nReligious ensigns and black gonfalons\\nAnd effigies were carried in advance.\\nAnd the bejewel d Virgin, for the nonce.\\nWas brought this high procession to enhance\\nBut lo, the Virgin burns what foul mischance\\nAh, save the jew ls the bishops shouted then.\\nAy, save the jew ls responded all the men.\\nWest Winsted, Conn., August 23, 1900.\\nNote.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 On the last day of March, 1898, occurred the\\nincident related in this poem.", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nDainty, Sainfy Little Maid.\\nA SONG.\\nDainty^ sainty little maid.\\nWhither hast thou lately strayed\\nIs it meet\\nThat thy feet\\nShould betray\\nAll the way,\\nBy the tiny, tiny footprints, whither thou hast\\nstrayed?\\nThither have I followed thee,\\nThat same evening, by the sea;\\nWas it meet\\nThat thy feet\\nShould make way^\\nEre the day,\\nDisappearing, and me leaving lonely by the sea?\\nJ85", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nSainty, dainty little maid.\\nBy a goblin-shadow stayed\\nWhere thy feet.\\nVery fleet.\\nMake no way\\nAll the day,\\nParalyzed by goblin-shadows by which thon ar\\nstayed.\\nWest Winsted, Conn., August 23, 1900,\\ntZ6", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\n1 Love Thee And Hate Thee, Sea\\nContemplating the strength of thy arm;\\nThy bewitching and natural charm;\\nThe wild speech of thy eloquent tongue\\nThy great voice that through ages hast rung;\\nThe fierce breath from thy nostrils that comes;\\nThy pure sprays like medicinal balms;\\nThy huge lips that hang fast on the shores\\nThy vast mouth that all energy stores;\\nThy great head like the sky-lifted dome\\nThy vast thorax for milliards the home;\\nAnd thy great multitudinous eyes,\\nThat are ever alert with surprise;\\nThy vast body that stretches beyond\\nAll dimensions that men ever found;\\nThy great heart that eternally beats;\\nThy vast brain that works wonderful feats\\nWhen I think all these things are of thee.\\nHow I love and adore thee, Sea\\nThen I think of the wrecks at thy cliffs,\\nThe yachts, frigates, and steamers and skiffs;\\nJ87", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nOf the lives that are lost on thy face\\nOf those perishing in thy embrace\\nArmies swallowing year after year,\\nUnreserved and without any fear;\\nOf the thousands that die at thy feet,\\nWhom thy waves to eternity beat;\\nOf the seamen who suffer thy blight\\nOf misfortune thou causest at night;\\nDevastations which thou dost produce\\nAnd the terror which thou dost induce;\\nAnd the monsters whom harbors thy breast;\\nThe wild sharks whom thou feedest at best;\\nAll that foul and abominate kind\\nIn thy bottomless bosom we find:\\nWhen I think in this manner of thee,\\nHow I hate and abhor thee, Sea I\\nWest Winsted, Conn., ^August 23, 1900,\\niSS", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThe Orphan Child\\nHush, my baby, do not cry,\\nMother^s spirit hovers nigh;\\nAnd thy father^s spirit, too.\\nHovers closely, near you:\\nEach one praying.\\nPraying, praying.\\nThat their baby be at rest\\nEach one saying.\\nSaying, saying,\\nSleep, my infant, in thy nest/\\nHush, baby, weep no more.\\nCease thy grievances to pour;\\nAnd refrain to seek the breast\\nOf thy mother, there to rest:\\nShe is coming.\\nComing, coming.\\nIn the moments of thy sleep\\nEver trying.\\nTrying, trying,\\nHer maternal watch to keep.\\ntS9", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nHush, my infant, sleep, oh, sleep,\\nWhile the angels sentry keep;\\nThee to guide, and guide thee right,\\nThrough this long and earthly night\\nEver fighting.\\nFighting, fighting,\\nAll this worldly, darksome way\\nEver striving.\\nStriving, striving.\\nThrough the Night into the Day.\\nWest Winsted, Conn., August 23, 1900.\\ni90", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nMartinique\\nA REVERIE.\\nUpon the mighty Ocean pearls are strewn\\nAbundant from vast Nature s fertile lap,\\nEach lustrous shining, verdant, grand, august,\\nIn tropic regions of the Newer World.\\nFull luminous the sun, with lavish mien,\\nSmiles radiant and warm the whole year round.\\nThem rendering like gardens of the East\\nWhere naught but summer is beheld, and spring\\nPerennial lives complete cycles through.\\nPearls of the sea, these Caribbean Isles,\\nAnd Martinique the grandest of them all,\\nWhere lofty mountain ranges span the land\\nHigh rearing toward heaven their great peaks.\\nEternally by cloud-caps decked that lend\\nAdditional enchantment to the soil.\\nWarm shines the sun, and all the tropic day\\nIs filled with new and ever-growing life.\\nt9t", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nBut it was Night that was not usher d in\\nBy twilight, and the Darkness was intense.\\nStrange is the hour, oh, wondrous strange, when\\nNight\\nFrom out her eastern lair emerges and\\nOutspreads her dark, impenetrable wings.\\nSilence accompanies, and deep Solitude,\\nHer sister, comes conversant all the way.\\nThen is the time when souls take wing, and\\nThought,\\nIn any land, soars to exceeding height.\\nBut here on this enchanted island strange\\nEnvironments produce sensations strange.\\nAnd new conditions, elsewhere unobserved.\\nProduce phantasmagorial results.\\nThe stars on high are but the eyes malign\\nOf evil spirits that rise from below,\\nSo may the native Creoles think, and the\\nPale moon, the sorceress of heaven, sheds\\nMaliferous effulgence and black light.*\\nUmbrageous shadows of the mountains drown\\nAll nether things in an obscured veil,\\nAnd earth and sea and trees and foliage\\nAssume unnatural, fantastic forms.\\nThe inhabitants of the West Indies are very super-\\nstitious, and demonology reigns among them at present\\nas it did in Europe during the Middle Ages.\\ni92", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nBehind each bush a spirit lurks, and each\\nTall tree a zombi harbors goblins walk\\nThe alleys, zombis haunt the houses, ghosts\\nAnd apparitions meet the wa3^farers.\\nMidst such a sea of mystery St. Pierre,\\nThe chiefest city, lies. High-tow ring peaks\\nRise sheer above her, garlanded by clouds.\\nWith mounts volcanean surrounding, in\\nWhose darksome caves the fer-de-lance, cobras.\\nAnd deadly spiders fester in their slime.\\nMorne Rouge, the sullen mountain, on one side.\\nAnd Piton Gele on the other, with\\nThe Morne d Orange facing on the sea,\\nWhence the good Virgin all the seamen guards.*\\nBetwixt these three, down in the valley just\\nOutside the town, on a sequester d spot.\\nOur little bungalow lay slumbering.\\nLulled by a multiple, composite voice.\\nThere in the valley of Savanna, hard\\nWhere gambols the Savanna stream, while on\\nOne side tall mountains rise and, opposite.\\nPlantations stretch beyond the eye, where, too.\\nThe Jardin des Plantes flourishes close by,\\nThere chose my friend, f in the small bungalow,\\nA statue of the holy Virgin is placed on this high\\nmountain for the purpose of protecting all the souls at\\nsea.\\nt Hon. A. C. Yates, United States consul at the time.\\ni9Z", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nHis habitat betimes to make, allured\\nBy Nature s wilderness. And on a night\\nWe sat in the enchanted darkness, and\\nOur presence, not beholding, felt the more.\\nSilent I sat enraptured, and my soul,\\nAmid the vagueness of its depths, knew not\\nIts bounds of mirth. Deep in the depthless heart\\nOf Nature where it chanced me not ere this\\nTo be, among the tropic growths, the ferns\\nLuxuriant, the wondrous palms, the huge\\nAnd variable fronds, the ceibas here,\\nPalmettoes there, and fruit-trees all around.\\nThere in the fullness of all things my heart\\nLeaped mad with joy. Hard by the door and\\n^neath\\nThe paneless casements limes abundant stood.\\nThat mingled their sweet scents with mangoes and\\nThe bread-fruit and the fig-trees that grew there.\\nWhich fragrance scented all our chambers through.\\nA thousand voices fed our hearing sense.\\nThat from the ocean on the east and from\\nThe Caribbean Sea to west, the woods\\nThat crown the awful mountains, trade-winds that;\\nCome whispering from distant lands and tell\\nOf things unknown; innumerable birds\\nTheir diverse melodies poured out, and harsh,\\nLow ululations, hootings, screcchings, and\\n194", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nThe crickets chirrup, the hoarse croak of frogs,\\nThe madden d roarings of the river, all\\nUnited into one great echoing\\nAnd undulating song, the like of which\\nCannot be well imagined. Wonderful\\nBe3^ond all comprehension Nature is\\nWhen every object takes a living form,\\nAnd every leaf or petal has a tongue\\nThen who ca*n know what secrets are revealed,\\nOr what deep mysteries unearthed? In\\nTheir musical, quaint language, what grand things\\nThey tell incomprehensible to man\\nAnd then, methought, I heard weird melodies\\nArising from the body of the Earth\\nAttentively I hearken d, and it seemed\\nThat all the songs of generations past,\\nE en since this globe has harbored Man, in strange\\nFantastic tones, in languages as strange.\\nHave now found issue through the foliage.\\nThrough reeds and bamboo stalks, attempting to\\nGive utterance to songs forgotten since.\\nBut all at once these varied songs did blend\\nInto a chorus most harmonious.\\nAnd high toward the sky the song reared its\\nGigantic notes, and Heav n rebounded. Earth\\nFelt deep the exultation, and her breast\\ni95", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nHeaved with emotions deep. The moiintains\\nleaped\\nFor joy, and the great hills pranced full with\\nglee.\\nThe Southern Cross^ the guardian above,\\nAnd wayside temples, shrines and images,\\nThe guardians below, all seemed to speak\\nApprovingly of the weird midnight hour.\\nThe shadows silently were musing, and\\nThe shades did softly flitter to and fro;\\nWhile airy phantoms, strange, unnatural,\\nAs if the sheeted dead rose from their graves,\\nCame marching through the air in file of long\\nProcessions, endless, chanting solemn hymns.\\nThen peering in the darkness I perceived\\nNo things familiar, but so much transformed.\\nBeyond all recognition. Objects seemed\\nInverted, trees stood on their heads, the hills\\nDid taper downward, sky below and sea\\nAbove, that the delusion was complete.\\nDense vapors charged the atmosphere, and sheets\\nOf gases render d vision difficult.\\nThe glow-worms, sparkling, seemed like seraphim\\nIn the far distance, and the falling stars\\nGave the appearance of embattled hosts.\\nWe ceased discoursing over the Sublime,\\nThe goodness of man s nature, grandness of\\n196", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nHis Soul we stopped conversing on the hopes\\nAnd fears of human kind, the wickedness\\nOf many and the good of some we ceased\\nPhilosophizing of the hidden things,\\nThe mysteries of the Divine, the deep\\nAnd hidden purpose of all things, the ways\\nOf Nature and her secret lore: all these\\nWere overruled by the vast mystery,\\nThe awful beauty of the sable Night.\\nSilent I sat enraptured, and my soul\\nAmid its depths knew not its bounds of mirtH,\\nNew Britain, September 5, 1900.\\nNote. The reason of this poem being written in\\nblank verse rather than rhymed will undoubtedly appear\\nplain to every reader and needs no comment or explana-\\ntion. But it may be stated here that rhyme is often a\\nhindrance in poetry rather than an auxiliary of it,\\nsince it arrests attention and draws the understanding\\nfrom substance to form. Teach not the art of music to\\nthe birds of song attempt not to purify the pure crystal-\\nline waters from an upwelling spring turn not a river\\nfrom its course modify not the utterances of the philoso-\\npher by the intricacies of ambiguous words and trim\\nnot thy speech with fancy embellishments, lest in the\\nabundance thereof the speech itself be lost. So, too,\\nhinder not the even and swift flow of thought, nor the\\nready coming of language by any artificiality of sound\\nthat you may impart to it, for surely the former shall\\nonly be marred by the latter. It was this rule that the\\nauthor has instinctively followed in writing the above\\npoem.\\ni97", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nHelgh-Ho! I m Here Again\\nIn the great distance of the world\\nHave I stepped out with heart unfurled\\nTo Pleasure s stores, Enjoyment s gift.\\nThat into Paradise may lift\\nThe soul oppressed, the mind subdued,\\nAnd make them thrill with life renewed;\\nThe lessons of Experience gain.\\nWith Wisdom s text to stock the brain.\\nThat all the world may make a man,\\nA man the world, if that he can.\\nNeath tropic suns, neath southern moons,\\nTo the loud ocean s martial tunes.\\nUpon hot sand, on the hot beach.\\nOr in dark woods w^here night-owls screecK\\nFar in the day, mistaking quite\\nSo dark it is the day for night\\nFrom all these places to derive\\nThe goods whereon such places thrive.\\nThen wearying of trav lers ways,\\nOf angry seas, of tropic days,\\nI turned my face toward the home\\nWhich late I left- abroad to roam.\\nA dull, hoarse whistle made it known\\nt98", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "And Other Poems\\nWe Have arrived on soil our own,\\nAnd soon the engine s bells declare\\nOur destination ended there.\\nWith lissom heart and lighter feet\\nWe stepped into the well-known street,\\nMyself and a small foreign dog,\\nMy only friend, a hairless rogue;\\nTo greet the people whom I know.\\nAnd be saluted as I go.\\nHow bright the streets, the town how gay,\\nHow clear the sky, how fine the day\\nSo glad to see all folks again.\\nThe lady friends and friendly men.\\nAnd they, all they, were, too, so glad,\\nThat with pure joy their hearts were mad.\\nAnd welcomed us, the dog and me.\\nBack into town what joy to see\\nA pressing hand, a friendly smile,\\nA nodding head, a bow of style\\nHail welcome back, some of them said.\\nAnd, thanking them, I shook my head.\\nBut soon I came to my dear place\\nThat seemed possessed of some new grace\\nWhich never I before discerned,\\nOr some new charm which just I learned.\\nAscending, then, the stairs with joy,\\nI felt myself again a boy,\\n)99", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "A Candle-Light\\nSo happy and so full of glee,\\nFor I returned where I should be.\\nQuick I unlocked the slumb ring door.\\nAnd threw it open as before\\nI never oped a door so wide,\\nThat with surprise the hinges sighed;\\nBut then, on entering, behold\\nBlank Vacancy, thrice manifold,\\nStares in my face, and Loneliness\\nDeclares aloud his full distress\\nAt my long absence, and proclaims\\nHis methods new and latest aims.\\nSilence and Blankness rule the house.\\nThat naught but echoes could I rouse\\nTo knowledge of my presence here.\\nAt this old place devoid of cheer.\\nHere, little dog, my only friend.\\nHere will this roof its shelter lend,\\nMidst empty darkness, sullen void.\\nFor a brief moment misemployed;\\nA shelter both for thee and me.\\nTill we again put out to sea.\\nNeiv Britain, September 10, 1900.\\nNote. AM new words in this volume are printed in\\nitalics.\\nTHE END.\\n200", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "May 28 l^^l", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3619", "width": "2305", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\nllllllll\\n015 988 881 2", "height": "3617", "width": "2281", "jp2-path": "candlelightother00smir_0220.jp2"}}