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HEAVEN ON EARTH 
 
 and 
 
 OTHER POEMS 
 
 By THOMAS OSTENSON STINE 
 
 SECOND EDITION 
 ENLARGED 
 
 1920 
 
 PIGOTT PRINTING CONCERN 
 
 SEATTLE. WASHINGTON 
 

 
 Copyright, 1920, 
 By Thos. O. Stine. 
 
 OCT 25 1220 
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PREFACE 
 
 In 1919 a small edition of my book, ''Heaven on Earth 
 and Other Poems ' ' appeared. Since its publication I have 
 written several poems and also made slight corrections 
 in a few of my poems formerly published. 
 
 This "Second Edition Enlarged" contains sixty-fiye 
 of my poems and two of mj^ prose sketches, divided into 
 Later and Early Poems. 
 
 I have had an aim and a purpose in writing poetry and 
 prose, I wrote "Heaven on Earth," "Greetings From 
 Puget Sound," "The Soul of the Poet," "The Blooms of 
 Leschi," and others, for the purpose of instilling into the 
 human soul a love for the beautiful, grand and sublime. 
 I wrote "Emblem of Freedom" and "Spirit of Liberty" 
 to show that a citizen of this country must be true at 
 heart to be an American — native born or adopted. Men 
 and women must be brave, pure and loyal. I wrote ' ' King 
 Bacchus," "The Crimson Cup," "Reflections of Pete La- 
 boe," and others, to reveal evil and wrong. We have to 
 show up and break up evil and wrong to permit the in- 
 
flowing and infilling of sunshine. I Avrote "Uncle Sam 
 in Prophecy" about three months before the signing of 
 the armistice with Germany. The purpose of this poem 
 is to show the great work that the United States has 
 b^en doing and will be doing for the good of the world. 
 In brief, all of my poems and prose sketches have an 
 aim and a purpose. 
 
 In conclusion I like to state that the people ought to 
 take more interest in poetry, because it develops the 
 ideal in young and old, and the ideal brings joy and hap- 
 piness to the human soul. What is life without joy and 
 happiness? 
 
 The grand, sublime and picturesque scenery of the 
 Puget Sound country is bewitching and inspiring to a 
 poetic soul. This country will produce great poets and 
 artists. 
 
 THOMAS OSTENSON STINE. 
 
LATER POEMS 
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 Page 
 All Is Good ^_ 47 
 
 A Visit to Kinnear Park 26 
 
 Characterization of Henrik Ibsen 57 
 
 Cozy Spots 117 
 
 Echoes From the Rockies 44 
 
 From the Smith Building Tower 31 
 
 Greetings From Puget Sound 22 
 
 Heaven on Earth 17 
 
 My California 42 
 
 My Seabeck by the Sea 122 
 
 My Washington Forever . 20 
 
 Rain and Sunbeams 73 
 
 The Sunshine of Heaven 132 
 
 Sunbeams Divine 38 
 
 The Beauty of the Seasons 71 
 
 The Muse at Volunteer Park 105 
 
 The Lifting Gospel 112 
 
 The Blooms of Leschi 123 
 
 The Trail of Ezra Meeker 127 
 
CONTENTS— Continued 
 
 LATER POEMS 
 
 The Bitter Weed 36 
 
 The Crimson Cup 89 
 
 The Higher Goal 86 
 
 The Music of the Sea 69 
 
 The Plea of Cedar River 63 
 
 The Rhododendron to the Poppy. 99 
 
 The Ship of Peace 102 
 
 The Soul Eternal 52 
 
 The Soul of the Poet 66 
 
 The Spirit of Truth 46 
 
 The Star of Nations 35 
 
 The Voice of the Red Cross 75 
 
 The Stars and Stripes in Mexico 77 
 
 The Waves of Alki 79 
 
 The Super and Nether Man 91 
 
 Uncle Sam in Phophecy 82 
 
EARLY POEMS 
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 Page 
 
 An Evening on Puge Sound 156 
 
 Around the Old Earth 223 
 
 At Poulsbo Bay _, 207 
 
 Emblem of Freedom 136 
 
 Farewell to the Past 185 
 
 Hunting Mamma 225 
 
 In God We Dwell 208 
 
 In the Country 221 
 
 King Bacchus 179 
 
 Nellie iBohee 183 
 
 Nome 166 
 
 On Opal Sea 178 
 
 Our Duty 182 
 
 Queen of Peace 154 
 
 Reflections of Pete Laboe 140 
 
EARLY POEMS 
 
 CONTENTS— Continued 
 
 Page 
 
 Spring Hill 230 
 
 Sheathe Your Sword : 153 
 
 Spring Nymph 218 
 
 Spirit of Liberty 150 
 
 The Hemlock 151 
 
 The Burst of Morn on Puget Sound 157 
 
 The Minstrel at Snoqualmie Falls 155 
 
 The Baltic Scribe 209 
 
 The Heavenly Twins 188 
 
 The Northern Nightengale 170 
 
 The Spyglass 175 
 
 Time 229 
 
 Tribute to Jenny Lind 215 
 
 Tribute to Leif Erikson 213 
 
 Tribute to Mt. Rainier 158 
 
 Tribute to Venus 164 
 
 Universal Language 137 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 It is ?l)()iit eighteen years ago since Thomas Oslen- 
 son* Stine came into my printing office in Seattle and 
 offered me for publication in The Coast Magazine a 
 poem. Just what it was about I do not recall at this 
 time, but I do remember that it was of merit because it 
 was gladly accepted and published. I remember the edi- 
 tor hesitated when the scroll was offered him— hesitated 
 principally on account of the workman's garb of the 
 visitor. In those days as in these Ave associate local 
 poetry with long hair, long coats, and long faces. But 
 this writer wore neither. lie was just one of us plain 
 folks. I believe at the time he was engaged in clearing 
 some lots he had just bought across Elliott Bay in a 
 suburb called Youngstown, and while he worked phy- 
 sically his mentality did not lag, and he transcribed at 
 night the thoughts of the day. 
 
 In after years occasionally we made use of his efforts 
 as a writer and poet and always admired the lofty 
 sentiment expressed in his work. After war was de- 
 clared between the United States and Germany Mr. 
 Stine 's patriotism and love of country cropped out to a 
 remarkable degree. His song, "Emblem of Freedom," 
 
and his poem "Heaven on Earth" he printed by the 
 thousand and placed them on sale for the benefit of the 
 Red Cross. 
 
 Mr, Stine's book might well be used in the class- 
 room, for it teaches not only a love for nature, a respect 
 for the Divine control, but it expresses many splendid 
 thoughts in a clarity of manner seldom surpassed. 
 
 As I perused the proofs, looking for mechanical faults, 
 I could not help being impressed by the ability of the 
 writer and to discover that he loved the things I loved 
 — ^the mountains and waters and classic scenery of our 
 Puget Sound country. 
 
 At my suggestion a biographical sketch in i\Ir. Stine's 
 own words is herewith inserted. 
 
 H. C. PIGOTT. 
 
 BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH 
 
 The charming beauty of the landscape in Valdris, 
 Norway, where I first saw the light, has been surpassed 
 by the grandeur of the Puget Sound scenery. The 
 change has awakened the sublime and poetic. When a 
 boy I was dreaming about America, and in my 'teens I 
 
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left the picturesque farm — Steine. for the New World. 
 
 In the s})iiijj;' of 1882 I said goodbye and landed ni 
 June of the same year in Brookings County, South Da- 
 kota, without money and without knowledge of the 
 language. I found employment on a farm, and devoted 
 my spare time to the study of English. I continued 
 working on the farm in the summer and attended school 
 during the winter. After attending the public school 
 for some time, I entered the South Dakota Agricultural 
 College, but was unable to attend continuously for want 
 of means, which detracted more or less from reaching the 
 desired standard. My fascination for poetry lessened 
 my interest in practical studies. 
 
 In 1890 I took out my final citizenship paper in the 
 circuit court of Brookings. The question then arose 
 regarding the Americanization of the spelling of my 
 name without losing tlie identity of the Valdris farm — 
 Steine. It was suggested that it be spelled Staine, which 
 pleased my brother. I agreed to this. Some time later 
 I conferred with Dr. George LiUey, my good, old teach- 
 
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er, regarding the spelling of my name. He stated that 
 Steine looked better to him than Staine, but suggested 
 that it be spelled — Stine. 
 
 Late in Ihe fall of 1890 I left Brookings for Puget 
 Sound via Sioux City, Iowa, where I stopped for a while 
 visiting my sister. I left Sioux City the last part of the 
 following February on the Canadian Pacific and landed 
 in Seattle the early part of March, 1891. 
 
 The verdure of Puget Sound looked charming, the 
 scenery grand. I turned to school teaching, obtaining a 
 place at Chico, Kitsap County. I spent my spare time 
 studying, preparing myself to enter the senior year of 
 the Washington Agricultural College and School of Sci- 
 ence. Dr. George Lilley, my good, old teacher at the 
 South Dakota Agricultural College, now president of the 
 "Washington Agricultural College and School of Science, 
 assisted me in my studies. 
 
 After leaving Chico, I filed on forty acres of land in 
 Snohomish County, but soon relinquished it to take up 
 
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teaching in San Juan County. After teaching a short 
 term I went to Pulhnan, arriving there in the fall of 
 1892. 
 
 On examination and credentials from the South Da- 
 kota Agricultural College, I entered the senior year by 
 taking one or two additional studies. The president of 
 the institution soon learned that he was short of teachers, 
 and appointed me to teach a class. I was also placed in 
 charge of the weather bureau. The fourteenth day of 
 June, 1893, I graduated with the degree of B. S., being 
 the first graduate of the institution which is now known 
 as the Washington State College. 
 
 I remained at the college until the following fall, 
 when I went to Chehalis County to teach a term. I left 
 Chehalis County to return to San Juan County, where I 
 taught during the summer. The following winter I was 
 teaching a private school in Seattle. After closing my 
 school in Seattle I went to Kollingbay, where I taught 
 two terms. I left Rollingbay for Cedarhome, where I 
 
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taught for about live years, I also taught two terms at 
 Fir and one at Poulsbo. 
 
 In 1896 I discovered I had lost my citizenship paper, 
 and wrote a friend in Brookings, South Dakota, to ob- 
 tain for me a copy of it, spelling my name — Stine, which 
 he did. 
 
 I have spent my spare time studying and writing. In 
 1897 and 1898 I wrote a romance, 'Hans the Unfortu- 
 nate,' but did not publish it. A few years later I made 
 a careful perusal of it, and decided to destroy it, being 
 too radical. The writing of 'Ilans the Unfortunate' 
 was not lost work. It developed my imagination and 
 opened up a wide field for meditation. 
 
 In 1899 and 1900 I wrote 'Scandinavians on the 
 Pacific' In 1891 I made a trip to Nome, spending 
 nearly three months there. The time spent in going to 
 Nome was a failure financially, but rich in experience. 
 My poem 'Nome' depicts my view of the place. 
 
 In 1903 my little book, 'Echoes From Dreamland,' 
 
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was published. I spent much time writing 'Echoes From 
 Dreamland.' I have also devoted much time to the 
 Vi^riting of other poems, subsequent to the writing of the 
 poems contained in 'Echoes From Dreamland.' I spent 
 more than a year writing 'Heaven On Earth,' and fully 
 a year and a half writing 'The Soul of the Poet.' This 
 does not mean writing continuously, but perusing, pol- 
 ishing, writing, pausing and writing again and again. 
 
 In early life I began to plan for a material 
 condition which would enable me to devote my 
 time to writing. 1 saved up some money teaching and 
 writing, which I invested in the suburbs of Seattle — 
 Youngstown and South Alki. The steel plant was built 
 and the city car line was extended into the district. 
 The property became valuable. I sold my real estate, 
 except two lots on the southwest corner of TAventy- 
 sixth Avenue Southwest and West Andover Street. I 
 erected on these lots a building, which is giving me a 
 good income. 
 
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In 1911 I made a trip to California, spending about 
 three and a half months there. Some time after return- 
 ing to Seattle I went to Camrose, Alberta, to visit my 
 sister, where I stayed about one month. 
 
 Poetry has been my delight, writing my ambition 
 and love. While living at my own place in Youngs- 
 town, I devoted most of my time to studying and writ- 
 ing. 
 
 The grandeur of the Puget Sound scenery has been 
 an inspiration to me. It has filled my soul with a love 
 for the beautiful, grand and sublime. 
 
 I have omitted, condensed or changed a few 
 words or lines in some of my poems and prose sketches 
 since their first appearance in print. 
 
 Literature exerts great influence and power and a 
 writer has to be thoughtful and cautious. To me it has 
 been a delight to make a careful perusal of my writings, 
 prose and poetry, before and after publication. 
 
 THOMAS OSTENSON STINE. 
 
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HEAVEN ON EARTH 
 
 I stood iqjon the seashore 
 Below the Cascade slope 
 At sunrise mad with grandeur, 
 AA^hich filled my soul with hope. 
 
 I saw the sunbeams painting 
 With gold the mountain peaks ; 
 I heard the waters leaping 
 With music down the creeks. 
 
 The dewdrops on the clover, 
 Like diamonds on the sea, 
 Were sparkling in the meadow 
 Till sunshine bid them flee. 
 
 The willows on the hillside 
 In silence shed their tears, 
 And plumage songsters caroled 
 Their songs of happy years. 
 
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The firs with branches spreading 
 Above the jeweled strand, 
 Attired with gold aiid silver 
 Stood bnrning on the land. 
 
 The landscape l)nrned and glittered; 
 The snn in heaven rose, 
 And spread his beams celestial 
 Where fragrance sweetly floAvs. 
 
 The sky was blue and mellow; 
 The mountain peaks did glow, 
 And brooklets leaped and Avarbled 
 From out the melting snow. 
 
 The wildwoods laughed and tingled; 
 The rivers seaward rolled; 
 And in the balmy deep-blue 
 Were walks of blazing gold. 
 
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The thought of Heaven filled me 
 With joy and glory here; 
 I heard the angels singing 
 With voices soft and clear. 
 
 I heard them in the brooklets 
 And on the rippling sea, 
 I heard them sing in chorus 
 Their songs of jubilee. 
 
 I gazed in silence seaward, 
 The ocean breathing lay. 
 Where birds on silver plumage 
 In concert seemed to say: 
 
 If only man had vision. 
 Endowed with gift to sec 
 The Heaven in and round us, 
 Then life would sweeter be. 
 
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MY WASHINGTON FOREVER 
 
 There is a place where duty calls us, 
 My Washington forever. 
 There is a place where music cheers us, 
 And grandeur failing never. 
 
 (Chorus) 
 
 My Washington! My Washington! 
 With grandeur failing never. 
 My Washington to thee I turn. 
 My Washington forever. 
 
 Thy fields of green and soothing breezes. 
 Thy wide and rolling ocean; 
 And skies of blue and sunset burning, 
 I love with fond devotion. 
 
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I love thy mountains, hills and rivers, 
 Which charm, unfold and fill me ; 
 I love thy waterfalls and music. 
 Which move, divine and still me. 
 
 I love thy fields of gold and wildwoods. 
 And songsters sweetly singing; 
 I love thy meadows, groves and orchards, 
 And freedom trul}^ ringing. 
 
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GREETINGS FROM PUGET SOUND 
 
 Land and sea united greet us, 
 Greeting all in words sublime; 
 
 And with magic touches lift us, 
 On the sunny wings of time. 
 
 Over hills and laughing w^aters 
 Plumage songsters hang and soar; 
 
 From their hearts with gladness panting 
 Greetings ever shake and pour. 
 
 In the distance melloAv cloudlets 
 Float around the old Rainier, 
 
 Mixing with his locks of silver 
 In the balmy atmosphere. 
 
 And we hear Snoqualmie yonder 
 Calling, calling, loud and free. 
 
 In a voice which shakes with welcome 
 He is calling to the sea. 
 
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SXOQUALMIXO FALLS 
 
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From the mountain's snow-clad bosom 
 Brooklets winding seaward sing, 
 
 And the silver-braided wildwoods 
 Tingle with the joy of spring. 
 
 Breezes playing with the sea-nymphs 
 Kiss the wooded land with glee, 
 
 And the golden shore is warbling 
 With the music of the sea. 
 
 Morning steals serenely on us, 
 Melting in from east to west. 
 
 And the diamonds on the waters 
 Burn and leap fi'om crest to crest. 
 
 When the sun departs in Westland 
 Firs and pines in silence weep; 
 
 Fold their flaming wings in shnnbcr 
 To the music of the deep. 
 
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Mountains looking seaward charm us 
 On the shore of Puget Sound; 
 
 Cataracts with music fill us, 
 Breezes w^aft the fragrance round. 
 
 Hillocks green and valleys blooming 
 And the diamond-studded sea 
 
 Laugh and sing mth salutation 
 In a strain of harmony. 
 
 Rivers, lakes and orchards laden 
 Mingle with the fields of gold, 
 
 And the fir and spruce and hemlock 
 In their verdure wealth unfold. 
 
 Mountains hold the treasure tempting. 
 And the valleys ever green 
 
 Teem with blooms of inspiration 
 By the sun-kissed shore serene. 
 
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A VISIT TO KINNEAR PARK 
 
 Above the laughing sea enchanting 
 
 A charming phice is seen; 
 
 Above the songs of pearl-set ripples, 
 
 Where blooms adorn the green. 
 I hail th}^ grandeur ever, 
 And breezes failing never. 
 And blooms divinely smiling 
 Above the sea beguiling. 
 
 Madronas dressed with wings of glory. 
 And snowballs fragrant bloom; 
 And hollywoods with leaves and verdure 
 In laughing beauty loom. 
 
 I hail thy grandeur ever, 
 
 And breezes failing never, 
 
 And blooms divinely smiling 
 
 Above the sea beguiling. 
 
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I gaze uj)on the siugiiig wavelets, 
 Where ships so stately sail. 
 I gaze with admiration eve]', 
 And witching grandeur hail. 
 I hail thy grandeur ever, 
 And breezes failing never. 
 And blooms divinely smiling 
 Above the sea beguiling. 
 
 And as I gaze upon the landscape 
 Along the charming bay, 
 A longing truly fills my bosom, 
 A longing for a brighter d-ay. 
 I hail th}^ grandeur ever. 
 And breezes failing never, 
 And blooms divinely smiling 
 Above the sea beguiling. 
 
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A SCENE IN KINNBAR PARK 
 
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Behold the grandeur God has given, 
 The wildwoods and the green; 
 The hapi3y lea and snow-clad mountains, 
 And streams and vales serene. 
 
 I hail thy grandeur ever, 
 
 And breezes failing never, 
 
 And blooms divinely smiling 
 
 Above the sea beguiling. 
 
 Behold the heaven blue and mellow, 
 And sunshine graced Avith love, 
 And fields and meadows ever bloomiug, 
 And beauty like above. 
 
 I hail thy grandeur ever. 
 
 And breezes failing never, 
 
 And blooms divinely smiling 
 
 Above the sea beguiling. 
 
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Behold a city great and charming, 
 The Queen along the sea. 
 Where smiling grandeur teems divinely 
 With song and jubilee. 
 
 I hail thy grandeur ever, 
 
 And breezes failing never, 
 
 And blooms divinely smiling 
 
 Above the sea beguiling. 
 
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FROM THE SMITH BUILDING TOWER 
 
 One sunny day in June bewitching. 
 
 In June so fair 
 
 And void of care 
 
 I gazed from out the lofty tower, 
 
 And on the sea 
 
 And fragrant lea. 
 
 I saw a landscape sweet and charming, 
 
 And grandeur true 
 
 And heaven blue. 
 
 I heard the music of the city 
 
 In sunshine fair 
 
 And balmy air. 
 
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LAKE CRESCENT IN THE OLYMPICS 
 
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I saw the mountains grand and rugged, 
 
 And peaks of snow 
 
 In silver glow. 
 
 I heard the breezes' tuneful whispers, 
 
 And joy and glee 
 
 From land and sea. 
 
 I saw the stately, proud Ol^nnpics. 
 
 And Rainier high 
 
 And deep-blue sky. 
 
 I heard the angels of the wildwoods 
 
 In happy throngs 
 
 And joyful songs. 
 
 I saw the hillocks sweet with fragrances 
 
 And robed in green, 
 
 And vales serene. 
 
 I heard the songs of homes delightful. 
 
 And sweet and clear 
 
 Afar and near. 
 
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I saw the Puget, laughing waters 
 
 In bahny clime 
 
 And land sublime. 
 
 I heard the music of the seashore 
 
 In cadence rare 
 
 And breezes fair. 
 
 I saw the ships on ocean sailing 
 
 With grace and glee 
 
 And jubilee. 
 
 I heard the seamaid's mellow greetings, 
 
 And to the shore 
 
 Forevermore. 
 
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THE STAR OF NATIONS 
 
 The star beyond the veil celestial 
 
 Outpoured her beams of magic light, 
 
 And nations sheathed their swords in wonder 
 
 With songs of joy and glory bright, 
 
 With songs of freedom, truth and right. 
 
 On wings of jDeace an angel whispered, 
 
 That strife and separation fail, 
 
 And clouds of desecration veil 
 
 The star on high serenely beaming. 
 
 Behold the higher goal ! 
 
 Unite from pole to pole 
 
 Mankind in love 
 
 Like that above, 
 
 And peace on earth extol. 
 
 NOTE: "The Star of Nations" can be sung to the tune 
 of the "Marseillaise." — T. O. S. 
 
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THE BITTER WEED 
 
 I gaze upon the fields and meadows, 
 Where God in beauty sings. 
 I gaze and gaze on landscape smiling, 
 Where niusic softly rings. 
 
 I see the beauty, love and goodness. 
 And men misguided toil 
 In fields and meadows sweetly blooming. 
 And blooming beaut}" spoil. 
 
 I see them toil, and planting, toiling, 
 To grow the bitter weed; 
 To grow tobacco weed defiling. 
 And mischief cause indeed. 
 
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The fields and groves with blooms abudding 
 They mar and vainly praise, 
 And with a harvest of narcotic 
 Pollute the human race. 
 
 -Ail, would to God that man could fathom 
 
 The purpose here below, 
 
 And plant the seed of usefulness 
 
 And fruit of virtue grow. 
 
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SUNBEAMS DIVINE 
 
 Hapjjy are sunbeams, 
 Brighter than gold, 
 True and revealing. 
 Ever unfold 
 Gladness and pleasure, 
 Pleasure and play, 
 Grandeur and beauty, 
 Brighter each day. 
 
 Bright is the landscaj)e 
 Brighter above, 
 Sunbeams refulgent, 
 Streamers of love. 
 Stir and bewilder. 
 Truly display. 
 Fill us and lift us, 
 Brighter each day. 
 
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Mountains are looming 
 White is tlie snow, 
 Sunbeams are making 
 Broolvlets to flow. 
 Rivers are leaping, 
 Seaward they swing, 
 Fill US with music. 
 Warble and sing. 
 
 Bright is the morning, 
 Charming the rose. 
 Blushing mth sunbeams, 
 Lovely it groAvs. 
 Pure is the lily, 
 Godly, serene, 
 Smiling divinely. 
 Blooms on the green. 
 
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Meadows are laughing, 
 Touched from above, 
 Roses and lilies 
 Tingle with love. 
 Sweet is the fragrance, 
 Heaven is fair, 
 Songs from the wildwoods 
 Float in the air. 
 
 Grandeur is teeming. 
 Rapture unfolds, 
 Love in our labor 
 Witcheiy holds. 
 Love is bewitching. 
 Virtue imparts, 
 Love is instilling 
 Joy in our hearts. 
 
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Love is enchanting, 
 Love in onr song, 
 Ever to cliarm us 
 Sweetly along. 
 Love is revealing, 
 Leads us to light. 
 Sunbeams of glory 
 Cheerful and bright. 
 
 Love is beguiling, 
 Opens our hearts, 
 Love in its beauty 
 Heaven imparts. 
 Love in its beauty, 
 Sunbeams and love. 
 Fill us with glory. 
 Come from above. 
 
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MY CALIFORNIA 
 
 Queen of the South and the jewel of Westland; 
 Stately tli}^ mountains transfigure and loom; 
 And in the valle3^s and hillsides below them 
 Roses and olives and oranges bloom. 
 Birds in the meadows and wildwoods are sing- 
 ing, 
 Singing and warbling in cadence serene; 
 And from the ocean the breezes refreshing, 
 Laden with fragrance enliven the scene. 
 
 (Chorus) 
 
 Hail to thee, my California, 
 Where the orange blossom grows, 
 Where the palm with roses mingles 
 And the olive fragrance flows; 
 Where the breezes from the ocean 
 With besoothing touches roam, 
 Where the birds are singing sweetly 
 At my California home. 
 
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Vinej^ards and groves with their fruitage have 
 
 charmed me ; 
 Poppies in silence their beauty unfold; 
 Under the deep-blue above they are blooming, 
 Braiding their blooms in the sunshine with 
 
 gold. 
 Ever with greetings remindful and loving, 
 Southland, my country, enchanting and grand, 
 To thee my heart with devotion is turning, 
 To thee mv accents in consonance blend. 
 
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ECHOES FROM THE ROCKIES 
 
 Hear the echoes from the Rockies rolling with 
 
 a cheerful sound! 
 They proclaim that Westland needs us, strong 
 
 and brave from all around; 
 They proclaim in silver accents, true in spirit 
 
 and in test. 
 That the future greatness lingers in the bosom 
 
 of the West. 
 Westland with its wildw^oods spreading from 
 
 the mountains to the sea; 
 With its groves and weeping willows loud with 
 
 song and jubilee; 
 With its firs and hemlocks shading fields of 
 
 gold with fragrant wings. 
 Where the sun his playful glimpses o'er the 
 
 landscape gently flings. 
 
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Down the gorges deep and rugged, mighty 
 
 rivers onward roll, 
 Leaping, roaring, mad with music, to bewitch 
 
 the longing soul. 
 Snow-clad x^eaks, majestic, grand, at sunrise 
 
 gleaming burst in bloom. 
 And the lilies in the meadows in their green 
 
 apparel loom. 
 Awful, yet sublime in grandeur spreads the 
 
 landscape to the view. 
 With its hills and ])looming valleys and the sky 
 
 of mellow blue. 
 
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THE SPIRIT OF TRUTH 
 
 How often the Spirit of Truth is revealing, 
 Revealing the beauty that ignorance mocks; 
 And higher and higher to planes of our glory 
 It fills us and moves us and glory unlocks. 
 And purer and purer to planes of perfection 
 Till life in its beauty and grandeur unfolds 
 The w^isdom of God in the sunshine of knowl- 
 edge, 
 Where truth in its fulness divinity holds. 
 
 The beauty of life is the token of goodness; 
 The Spirit of Truth is the source and the heart ; 
 And knowledge of nature's expressions and 
 
 ■ doings 
 Are thoughts of the Mighty which blessing im- 
 part. 
 And deeper and deeper we delve and unravel, 
 The depth is unfathomed, and deejDer indeed; 
 For God in His wisdom no limit intended 
 To power and knowledge and love that we heed. 
 
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ALL IS GOOD 
 
 I hear a strange and trembling voice, 
 As I in dreamland ponder; 
 
 It speaks of life, 
 
 Its aim and strife. 
 Of life and struggles here below, 
 In words that burn with logic, — 
 
 For all is good 
 
 If understood. 
 
 The law of evolution works 
 In divers moods and manners; 
 
 It works so odd 
 
 This law of God, 
 Which swings the stars in circles round. 
 And makes the sea-maid warble, — 
 
 For all is good 
 
 If understood. 
 
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The storm which wrecks the ship at sea, 
 A law divine enforces. 
 
 The crnel wreck 
 
 Unveils a lack, 
 Which opes the stream of sympathy. 
 And sets our minds athinking, — 
 
 For all is good 
 
 If understood. 
 
 The scoundrel who his neighbor robs 
 His punishment is finding. 
 
 He sows the seed 
 
 Of bitter weed, 
 Which grows unconscious in his path, 
 And wakes his dupes to action, — 
 
 For all is good 
 
 If understood. 
 
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The greed for Avealth — desire to erusli- 
 Tlie gi'eed of men unconscious 
 
 Inspires reforms, 
 
 Unlocking storms, 
 And lifts manlvind to higher j^lanes, 
 To nobler thoughts and living, — 
 
 For all is good 
 
 If understood. 
 
 The pulling, pushing, sorrow, death. 
 Are agencies uplifting. 
 
 They cause the strife 
 
 And wake to life 
 The latent, growing God within. 
 And keep the world progressing, — 
 
 For all is good 
 
 If understood. 
 
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Tlie sting that opioosition brings 
 Is goodness undeveloped. 
 
 It moves the heart, 
 
 And does impart 
 Uplifting motives to the soul — 
 Experience and learning, — 
 
 For all is good 
 
 If understood. 
 
 Defeat is triumph in disguise ; 
 
 It trims and moulds and fashions, 
 
 And lifts the soul 
 
 To higher goal, 
 To realms of duty, justice, truth. 
 By each succeeding failure, — 
 
 For all is good 
 
 If understood. 
 
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The goal of perfect life is ours, 
 Through struggles we shall gain it, 
 
 Through work and strife, 
 
 Which wake to life, 
 The Heaven born within our souls- 
 The state of true perfection, — 
 
 For all is good 
 
 If understood. 
 
 Note — Some people may misunderstand the meaning and 
 purpose of "All Is Good." I wrote these verses to show that 
 God will permit evil to awaken the conscience of men and 
 women to higher and nobler things in life. — T. O. S. 
 
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THE SOUL ETERNAL 
 
 I dwell in God's own vineyard; 
 A touch of love I feel. 
 I feel the soul eternal, 
 The everlasting will. 
 
 With plumage throngs I listen, 
 And hear the throbbing heart. 
 The heart of God eternal, 
 Of which I am a part. 
 
 I am of life immortal, 
 And so are you, indeed; 
 Despite of retrogression. 
 Our path does onward lead. 
 
 I see the seagulls sailing 
 On silver wdngs so fair. 
 Endowed with light omniscient, 
 A part of God we share. 
 
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The brooklet seaward winding 
 Rings out with harmony; 
 Divine in tone it carols 
 With longing to the sea. 
 
 Its course is oft impeded, 
 But onward evermore 
 It tumbles, leaps and warbles 
 Toward the golden shore. 
 
 There is a power working, 
 
 A power everj^where, 
 
 Which rules with love and knowledge 
 
 In heaven, earth and air. 
 
 Whence came this mighty spirit 
 Wliich permeates all things, 
 Which sets the suns revolving 
 And singing birds on mngs? 
 
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Behold the plumage songsters 
 On wings of jubilee ; 
 On wings of grace majestic 
 Along the rolling sea. 
 
 On yonder fragrant treetop 
 The nightingale I hear. 
 He sings of joy eternal 
 In melody so clear. 
 
 The wavelets, too, are singing. 
 They join the nightingale, 
 And music fills the heaven, 
 A part of God we hail. 
 
 The rose is red and fragrant, 
 It speaks of love within; 
 Its velvet crimson tells us 
 Of life devoid of sin. 
 
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Whence came this mighty spirit, 
 Whi(;h makes the lightning flash, 
 Which sets the ocean roaring, 
 And thunderbolts to clash "^ 
 
 Whence came this mighty spirit, 
 Which makes the I'aindrops fall, 
 Which bids the smi in heaven 
 To warm and cheer us all? 
 
 Whence came this mighty spirit, 
 Which makes the lilies bloom, 
 The man to grow and reason, 
 And mountain peaks to loom? 
 
 It seems to us confusing, 
 We often look in vain 
 To find this mighty spirit. 
 Which speaks in language plain. 
 
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This spirit works with knowledge- 
 The truth, the source, the heart. 
 It is the ego ever 
 Of which we are a part. 
 
 This spirit lights our jourue.y, 
 Our course does ouward lead, 
 And grief aud joy aud struggles 
 Are lessons that we need. 
 
 Our conscience will awaken; 
 No start, no end have we, 
 For birth and death are changes 
 And help to make us free. 
 
 NOTE: "The Soul Eternal" is likely to be misunderstood. 
 I wrote this poem to show that God is manifesting in and 
 through nature. God's thoughts are the laws of nature. — T. O. S. 
 
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CHARACTERIZATION OF 
 HENRIK IBSEN 
 
 The deatli of Ibsen spread a gloomy veil over 
 the literary horizon of Northern Europe. For 
 more than half a century the name of Ibsen has 
 been the kejaiote in dramatic circles. Yes, in 
 dramatic circles, because the world outside of his 
 native country knows him chiefly as a dramatist, 
 but the Norwegians cherish his genius with 
 deeper affection as the author of "Terje Viken." 
 This masterpiece will never wither among the 
 Norsemen, but will bloom in their heai ts as time 
 moves onward. In this poem we feel the depth 
 of Ibsen 's soul ; the fire of patriotism burns on 
 the altar of courage; sympathy bursts forth 
 from the heart of unpolluted love; cruel domi- 
 nation belches out from the deep caverns of 
 hatred and greed. 
 
 Several translations of ^'Terje Viken" have 
 been rendered into English and other languages, 
 
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but no one carries along the tenderness, courage 
 and music of the original. The same can be said 
 of his dramas. The reading of Ibsen's works in 
 English is like reading Shakespeare's in Nor- 
 wegian. The flames have been snulfed out and 
 only the cinder remains as evidence of a lucid 
 conflagration. 
 
 Some authors seek to gain public applause, or 
 to fill the purse with pelfs; others are philoso- 
 phers who cater for neither of these, but delve in- 
 to the sea of human concerns to shape a mirror of 
 life in its reality. Ibsen was a philosopher, a 
 child of nature whose cradle rocked with the 
 waves of natural impulses. He was ahead of the 
 time in which he lived, and chose a course of his 
 own. Instead of building on the edifices of his 
 predecessors, he excavated to the bedrock and 
 erected his own dome. He was a Shakesi^eare of 
 
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the North, but with a different kind of genius. 
 The Darling of Avon possessed a more subtle 
 wit, but not a keener intellect nor a deeper and 
 more penetrating imagination. 
 
 In all of Ibsen's works we see a panorama of 
 real life. The actors come, play their parts, and 
 leave. That he was endowed with a tropical and 
 far-reaching imagination is evidenced in all his 
 writings. In mau}^ paragraphs of ' ' Peer G ynt, ' ' 
 perspicuity is clouded by the depth of his imag- 
 inative power. 
 
 His thoughts and works are universal, but not 
 of a continuous concatenation of ideas. He lays 
 bare the various phases of life, manifesting a 
 flexible multiplicity of higher ideals. 
 
 As a poet he has paved the walk of philosophy 
 with grace, beauty and elegance. The fire of 
 Lord Byron, the tenderness of Shelly and the 
 
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universality of Shakespeare are blended in the 
 products of his pen. Like a bud that bursts into 
 bloom and scatters fragrance over the landscape, 
 so has Ibsen's genius added flowers of beauty to 
 Scandinavian literature. Here and there the 
 awful is interwoven with the sublime, modest 
 simplicity with royal magnificence. We hear 
 the thunder rolling across the firmament like 
 Jove's blazing chariot; we see the diamond- 
 studded waves tumbling against a jeweled 
 strand, on the banks of which are l^eautiful gar- 
 dens and orchards, where lilies and roses mingle 
 beneath the drooping boughs of the apple and 
 cherry trees. 
 
 Tbsen is a cosmopolitan as well as a true citi- 
 zen of his native land. His early wi'itings re- 
 flect the love of home and deal more or less with 
 indigenous conditions, but he broadened out into 
 
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a citizen universal, and unfolded with rare 
 intuitive power the intricate social fabric of 
 mankind. 
 
 "The Doll House" is not a ludicrous pro- 
 duction, intended to please and amuse, but 
 a sober reflection of husbandry, mould- 
 ing the j)illars of the home. No other au- 
 thor has handled this theme mbre successfully 
 than Ibsen. His assiduous study of domestic 
 relations has made him an authority in this par- 
 ticular realm, and "The Doll House" is gradu- 
 ally blooming into a fireside comfort and guide. 
 
 As intimated before, Shakespeare's genius 
 runs on a different string from that of Ibsen's; 
 but in one respect there seems to exist a marked 
 similarity in their mood of thinking; namely, 
 
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in the selection of lofty themies and in treating 
 them with intensity and exhaustiveness. 
 
 ''Merchant of Venice" reveals with burning 
 intensity love, purity and hatred ; it unveils the 
 enmity which then existed between the Jews and 
 the Christians with glaring boldness. "When 
 We Dead Awaken," "Ghosts" and "Peer 
 G3ait" burn with the sins of man. They also 
 smile with the blooms of love. Ibsen is like a 
 deep sea into which hereditary sins are thrown. 
 Along the shore of this sea are meadows of sweet 
 flowers, enlivened w4th the music of silvery 
 streams. 
 
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THE PLEA OF CEDAR RIVER 
 
 You say that I am fickle, 
 
 And nurse the poet's dream ; . 
 A child of melting snow-peaks, 
 A gliding, winding stream. 
 And gliding, winding. 
 And pleasure finding 
 In music as I leap 
 From mountains to the deep. 
 
 You oft forget my labor, 
 
 But happy still am I. 
 I glide and sing enchanted, 
 And lust for gold defy. 
 And gliding, winding, 
 And pleasure finding 
 In usefulness and song. 
 And singing glide along, 
 
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I turn the wheels with laughter, 
 
 And laughing still I turn, 
 And coaches start arolling. 
 And lights electric b-urn. 
 And gliding, winding. 
 And pleasure finding 
 In labor as I roll 
 With music in my soul. 
 
 My touch is cold, they tell me, 
 
 With lips that long to taste 
 My soothing, crystal volume, 
 With eagerness of haste. 
 And gliding, winding, 
 And pleasure finding 
 In touches cold and sweet, 
 As ruby lips I meet. 
 
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My missiou is a pleasure, 
 I sing and glide along, 
 With duty in my motion, 
 And music in my song. 
 And gliding, winding, 
 And pleasure finding. 
 In gliding to the sea. 
 With song and jubilee. 
 
 And now I must remind you, 
 
 Queen City by the sea. 
 To keep my cr3"stal volume 
 From all pollution free. 
 And gliding, winding, 
 And pleasure finding, 
 In duty as I roll 
 Enchanted to my goal. 
 
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THE SOUL OF THE POET 
 
 He sang a song, a song appealing, 
 
 A song appealing. 
 The magic bard with hope revealing, 
 
 With hope revealing. 
 His song had charms, divine and blooming, 
 
 Divine and blooming; 
 And music sweet and sunbeams looming, 
 
 And sunbeams looming. 
 His song invoked in cadence mellow, 
 
 In cadence mellow, 
 Sweet roses red and roses yellow, 
 
 And roses yellow. 
 The daisies in his song were smiling, 
 
 His song were smiling ; 
 And lilies laughed in words beguiling. 
 
 In words beguiling. 
 He gazed around in pensive dreaming. 
 
 In pensive dreaming. 
 
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With rising hope and rapture beaming, 
 
 And rapture beaming. 
 He gazed beyond this earth rebelling, 
 
 This earth rebelling; 
 Beyond this earth his soul was dwelling, 
 
 His soul was dwelling. 
 The stars above outpoured their glory. 
 
 Outpoured their glory ; 
 And singing heard with joy their story. 
 
 With joy their story. 
 A touch divine bestirred and moved him. 
 
 Bestirred and moved him ; 
 And thoughts from high with glory filled him, 
 
 With glory filled him. 
 He paused and sang, and singing ever. 
 
 And singing ever. 
 With soul in God and failing never, 
 
 And failing never. 
 
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The world may scoff at dreamers singing, 
 
 At dreamers singing; 
 But far and wide their souls are wijiging, 
 
 Their souls are winging. 
 They ope the gate of life eternal, 
 
 Of life eternal, 
 And sing away to climes supernal, 
 
 To climes supernal; 
 They sip the joy unheeded teeming. 
 
 Unheeded teeming, 
 The joy divine serenely beaming, 
 
 Sereneh" beaming; 
 They snatch from stars in yonder heaven, 
 
 In yonder heaven. 
 The will of God to glory given. 
 
 To glory given. 
 
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THE MUSIC OF THE SEA 
 
 And lo ! the sea, sublime ! I hail thee, 
 • The wide and rolling ocean. 
 The singing waves with hope inspire me, 
 And laughing waves in motion. 
 
 The music of the sea, 
 
 The singing of the sea, 
 
 And echoes from the lea. 
 
 Enchanted me to thee. 
 
 The riiDpling Avaves, the pearl-set ocean, 
 
 AYhere sunbeams bask in glory; 
 And surges rolling in commotion 
 Unfold in song their story. 
 The music of the sea, 
 The singing of the sea, 
 And echoes from- the lea. 
 Enchanted me to thee. 
 
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The wavelets on the shore are singing, 
 
 And surges laugh, and rolling. 
 The echoes ring, and ringing, ringing, 
 And gentle breezes strolling. 
 The music of the sea. 
 The singing of the sea. 
 And echoes from the lea. 
 Enchant me to thee. 
 
 The yonder singing waves are rolling, 
 
 And rolling, singing ever, 
 Across the ocean rolling. 
 
 And resting, resting, resting never. 
 The music of the sea, 
 The singing of the sea. 
 And echoes from the lea. 
 Enchanted me to thee. 
 
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THE BEAUTY OP THE SEASONS 
 
 The year lias beauty, joy and glee, 
 And seasons four in number; 
 
 And roses budding in the lea 
 Unfold the summer fragrance. 
 
 The autumn speaks of wealth and play 
 And golden leaves af ailing; 
 
 And winter chilly melts away 
 To joy of springtime blooming. 
 
 And as we watch the seasons run, 
 The life of man inspires us; 
 
 And motives which in childhood burn 
 Like falling leaves are wilting. 
 
 The rose is budding in the spring, 
 And fragrance rare unfolding; 
 
 And joy and hope on treetops ring, 
 Where birds are sweetly singing. 
 
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The Slimmer laughs and sunbeams gleam, 
 The landsca]3e sweet with verdure ; 
 
 And roses smile and roses teem 
 Like manhood strong and happy. 
 
 But roses wilt and roses die, 
 And manhood strong is wilting, 
 
 But working still to beautify, 
 For God of love is working. 
 
 The leaves are falling, golden leaves, 
 The leaves of manhood falling; 
 
 But hoary age still joy receives, 
 For God in all is present. 
 
 Each season has its work to do. 
 
 Each leaf and bloom a duty, 
 And manhood strong, divine and true, 
 
 Like falling leaves is wilting. 
 
 But as we gaze beyond this scene, 
 A higher thought inspires us, 
 
 For souls in God, divine, serene. 
 On higher planes are blooming. 
 
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RAIN AND SUNBEAMS 
 
 The gray and purple mixed in cloudlets, 
 And cloudlets into clouds did grow; 
 And on the thirsty plain ])elow 
 
 The gentle rain with hojje descended. 
 
 The rain is falling, dripping, dropping, 
 And gentle rain and sunbeams free 
 To soothe the meadow, grove and lea, 
 
 And rainbow arches loom and charm us. 
 
 The velvet green and budding wildwoods, 
 Where gentle rain and sunbeams fall, 
 Rejoice and smile, and smiling, call 
 
 To loving breezes softly laughing. 
 
 Behold the rain and sunbeams glitter, 
 And weaving arches bright and raie 
 From vales of green to heaven fair ; 
 
 And hillocks proud with verdure greet us. 
 
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The snowy mountains move and cliarm ns, 
 But rain and sunbeams laughing land, 
 And snowy mountains weejDing stand, 
 
 And brooks and rivers seaward warble. 
 
 The lea and woods are set abudding. 
 
 For rain and sunbeams bring their love 
 In sim-kissed dewdrops from above; 
 
 And Nature's soul with joy is beaming. 
 
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THE VOICE OP THE RED CROSS 
 
 How often we fail in devotion to duty, 
 
 To duty that Heaven decrees; 
 To duty divine and uplifting in purpose, 
 And duty in higher degrees. 
 The needy are calling, 
 And truly installing 
 Our aid with devotion, 
 Beyond the blue ocean. 
 
 The sailors and soldiers and others are calling. 
 
 The bleeding and woiuided today. 
 Away from our homes they are calling and call- 
 ing. 
 And calling to lighten their way. 
 The needy are calling. 
 And truly installing 
 Our aid with devotion, 
 Beyond the blue ocean. 
 
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The tears of the wounded and mothers despon- 
 dent, 
 Are flowing on merciful wings 
 Across the blue billows to Yankees responding, 
 Where freedom in consonance rings. 
 The needy are calling. 
 And truly installing 
 Our aid with devotion. 
 Beyond the blue ocean. 
 
 With hope in their bosoms the needy are calling, 
 
 And calling in spirit of love ; 
 And women and children are calling and calling 
 For aid to our Father above. 
 The needy are calling. 
 And truly installing 
 Our aid with devotion, 
 Beyond the blue ocean. 
 
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THE STARS AND STRIPES IN MEXICO 
 
 There is a eountiy to the south, 
 
 A sunny country surely, 
 A country full of future hope. 
 
 And grandeur set securely. 
 
 This coiuitry to the south we hail 
 With sympathy and feeling. 
 
 With hope divine and kind regards^ 
 And freedom true revealing. 
 
 This sunny country to the south 
 Has fields of smiling beauty; 
 
 And Uncle Sam with brawny arms 
 Does lead in moral dut}^ 
 
 There is an echo on the breeze. 
 Our country dear should heed it, 
 
 For Mexico is on the south, 
 And Mexico will need it. 
 
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The brawny arms of Uncle Sam 
 
 Now Mexico is needing 
 To guard her coast from foreign foes 
 
 Across the ocean leading. 
 
 A harbor gained in Mexico 
 
 A danger sad is telling, 
 For Mexico is on the south, 
 
 And safeguard strong compelling. 
 
 The Mexicans rejoicing will. 
 
 When truth reveals the story; 
 When Stars and Stripes protecting waves 
 
 In Mexico with glory. 
 
 When Stars and Stripes protecting waves 
 
 To Panama depending. 
 Then life will bloom in love divine 
 
 With Uncle Sam commanding. 
 
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THE WAVES OF ALKI 
 
 I knoAV a place where grandeur cheers us, 
 
 And songs enchanting soar; 
 I know a place where breezes soothe us, 
 
 And ocean billows roar. 
 
 I know a place where scenes bewitcli us 
 With hope sublime and grand; 
 
 I know a place where surges greet us 
 And dash upon the strand. 
 
 I know a place where music fills us 
 With joy the seashore knows; 
 
 I know a place where verdure charms us, 
 And fragrance soothing flows. 
 
 I know a place where hope and gladness 
 
 On laughing breezes sail; 
 I know a place where waves delight us 
 
 And golden beaches hail. 
 
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A SCENE AT AI.KI 
 
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I hail this place with joy and greetings, 
 
 And Alki beaches fair ; 
 I hail this place sublime, refreshing, 
 
 And blooms of l)eauty rare. 
 
 I hail this place of charming grandeur, 
 Where hope and gladness teem; 
 
 I hail this place, bewitching trnly, 
 Where jeweled pebbles gleam. 
 
 I hail this place and ocean breezes, 
 AVhere cooling sweetness charms; 
 
 I hail this place and fragrance wafting 
 From fields of smiling farms. 
 
 I hail this place with joyous longing. 
 Where locks of seamaids flow; 
 
 1 hail this place of fond enchantment, 
 Where roses sweetlj^ grow. 
 
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UNCLE SAM IN PROPHECY 
 
 Our Uncle Sam with courage true 
 Across the sea was gazhig, 
 
 Across the ocean deep and blue 
 With love of freedom blazing. 
 
 He had no hatred in his soul, 
 No hatred Uncle noted; 
 
 But gazed upon a higher goal 
 With love of God devoted. 
 
 I-Ie saw the ships on 3^onder sea, 
 The ships, exploded, sinking; 
 
 He heard the cry of liberty, 
 And set the world athinking. 
 
 He saw the sword beyond the sea, 
 The French and British bleeding. 
 
 But fighting still for victory. 
 And with our Uncle pleading. 
 
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Again he gazed and saw afar, 
 In vision brightly gleaming, 
 
 'The glory of the morning star, 
 With light effulgent beaming. 
 
 He took the saber in his hand, 
 And went to fighting surely, 
 
 And Germans soon did comprehend 
 That Uncle hit securely. 
 
 He drove the kaiser down the vales, 
 And over rivers flowing; 
 
 He followed up his bloody trails 
 With freedom's saber glowing. 
 
 He drove him over wooded hills. 
 To meet his lofty notion; 
 
 He drove him over rocks and rills 
 With firm and steady motion. 
 
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He hoisted high the banner free, 
 The Stars and Stripes with glory ; 
 
 He taught the Germans liberty, 
 And sang a golden story. 
 
 His saber burned with holy fire, 
 For God was in the battle. 
 
 And to the music of his lyre 
 The Germans chose to settle. 
 
 And when his work was done, indeed, 
 On fields of Europe weeping. 
 
 In Mexico he took the lead 
 With glory onward sweeping. 
 
 He saw the need of brawny arms 
 
 In Mexico appealing; 
 He saw the need of schools and farms, 
 
 And love of home revealing. 
 
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He saw the need of God in man, 
 . And patriotic ruling; 
 He had a higher, nobler plan 
 Of law and gospel schooling. 
 
 He saw the need of light and love 
 
 To Panama redeeming ; 
 He saw the need of God above. 
 
 And freedom's banner gleaming. 
 
 So let the Stars and Stripes appear, 
 Protecting wave with glory, 
 
 To Panama with love and cheer 
 To tell the golden story. 
 
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THE HIGHER GOAL 
 
 From out the struggle of todaj^, 
 
 A curse and blessing surely, 
 We see a brighter, better way. 
 
 The world is growing better. 
 
 The sword is broken to our joy, 
 We hear the voice of Heaven, 
 
 And homeward comes the soldier boy, 
 There is a glory teeming. 
 
 The higher goal before us shines, 
 
 To doubt is folly truly; 
 Around it blooms the eglantines, 
 
 A higher duty prompts us. 
 
 The rose has thorns, the fragrant rose. 
 
 The rose of tender beauty ; 
 But sweet, divine, it blooms and grows. 
 
 And breezes fragrance scatter. 
 
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The lily smiles in grove and lea^ 
 There is a graceful smiling. 
 
 It smiles witli hope and purity, 
 Revealing hope serenely. 
 
 We see in yonder, golden sky, 
 There is a higher glory, 
 
 A splendor rare, uplifting, high. 
 The glory of the heavens. 
 
 We hear the music of the sea, 
 The waves are rolling ever. 
 
 And echoes from the verdant lea, 
 The wildwoods teem with glory. 
 
 We see the glory in the air, 
 The love of God is beaming. 
 
 The love divine and void of care. 
 In all divine forever. 
 
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We feel the throb))iiig heart of Ood, 
 And throbbing, pulsing, throbl)ing ; 
 
 And throbbing to His wielding rod, 
 We feel His throbbing, throbbing. 
 
 May peace and love and virtue be, 
 And virtue, hope and dut.y ; 
 
 Our higher aim which leads to thee, 
 We trust in God forever. 
 
THE CRIMSON CUP 
 
 I know they sing in cadence loud 
 • The praise of wine with glory; 
 I know they sing but fail to hear 
 The sad and dreadful story. 
 
 I hear the song that children sing, 
 And mothers bent to weeping, 
 
 When Bacchus with his crimson cup 
 Their fathers lost is keeping. 
 
 We sing and plant the golden corn, 
 A harvest rich inspires us ; 
 
 And with the goodly gifts of God 
 We fill the cup that mars us. 
 
 We spread the gospel far and wide, 
 But narrow be our vision ; 
 
 We ope the stream of crimson flush, 
 And spoil our gospel mission. 
 
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We sing of art and feats of yore, 
 And hail the cup asinging, 
 
 But oft the tempting, crimson flush 
 Has set the mind awinging. 
 
 We couch in song our pedigree, 
 And sing a golden story, 
 
 And singing, hail the crimson cup, 
 And Bacchus in his glory. 
 
 We sing, but lo ! the rising star 
 A sweeter song is singing, 
 
 A song from out the starry deep 
 With prohibition ringing. 
 
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THE SUPER AND NETHER MAN 
 
 I saw a man of pedigree, 
 
 Of heart and wealth and action free. 
 
 I saw him in a royal home 
 
 With longing keen to see and roam. 
 
 I saw him pace the floor in grief, 
 
 And pacing songht to find relief. 
 
 His sonl was meek, bnt deep in thought. 
 
 And gazing round he glimpses caught 
 
 Of duty true and man in need 
 
 Of higher aim and God indeed. 
 
 He took a retrospective view 
 
 Of land and sea and heaven blue, 
 
 Of royal pomp and liberty, 
 
 Of sorrow, vice and poverty. 
 
 He saw the way of wealth and greed. 
 
 And poodle dogs that women lead 
 
 Through fragrant vales of idle life, 
 
 And caused among his folks a strife. 
 
 His folks with Bacchus loud in cheer. 
 
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Aiid nicotine afar and near, 
 With smiles beguiling truly sought 
 To wean him from his wayward thought. 
 He gazed upon the landscape fair, 
 And saw the stately grandeur rare. 
 He saAV the handiwork of God, 
 And felt His love and wielding rod. 
 He saw the rose and lily pure. 
 And snowballs hung on twigs secure. 
 He heard the music of the brook. 
 And joy divine that man forsook. 
 He saw the beaming, rising sun. 
 Which melted down the starry dawn. 
 He saw the hills and snow-peaks white 
 In glowing splendor looming bright. 
 He saw the children at their play, 
 And heard their laughter sweet and gay 
 He saw in yonder smoky dell 
 The home of labor sounding well. 
 
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.Ple heard the music and the spin 
 Of flying wheels and work within. 
 He saw the old and children small 
 At labor hard to masters' call. 
 He saw the little ones so fair 
 Devoid of play and proper care. 
 He saw them toil to please the greed 
 Of men unconscious to their need. 
 He saw their tiny hands and feet 
 In action swift to make complete 
 The chilly plans to pluck and tear 
 The dollars out of childhood fair. 
 He gazed and flung his darting beams, 
 Where vice degrading fully teems. 
 He saw humanity in want. 
 And men degraded lurk and hunt 
 In search of bread and dives to sleep, 
 Where high and low and fallen keep 
 In fellowship with imps of hell. 
 
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And soul and virtue mock and quell. 
 He saw the imps of hell at play 
 Devising plans to win their way 
 In crimes of high and low degree 
 To please their view of liberty. 
 He saw the mother's hope and love, 
 Her boys and girls with joy above, 
 Enticed and brought to ruin low 
 By imps decoying as they go 
 In search of victims young and old 
 With smiles of help and plans untold. 
 But as he saw in vision sad 
 The innocents to ruin led 
 He rose and to the city turned, 
 With dewy eyes and heart that burned, 
 And there beheld the dives of sin. 
 And sought the fallen folks to win. 
 His heart was warm and glad to seek 
 And found the humble Harrj^ Meek. 
 The good and loving pedigree, 
 
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With liome and wealth and action free 
 In conversation trnly fell 
 With Harry Meek to hear him tell 
 His story of the life below, 
 Where weak and fallen come and go. 
 And snreh^ Harry kind and good 
 His comrade fair he understood, 
 And spake of vice in words of shame. 
 Which better folks so oft proclaim. 
 With locks of silver Harry stood 
 Before his comrade fair and good, 
 And pleading sought to make him see 
 The need of work to help and free 
 The victims which we often blame. 
 But brought to ruin and to shame 
 By peacocks bent to dollars bright, 
 Who lurk behind the veil of night. 
 But as he spoke he pointed up, 
 And saw King Bacchus with his cup, 
 
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And poodle dogs and women fair 
 In fond display in castles rare. 
 He emphasized in mellow tone 
 How certain folks had wealthy grown. 
 He emphasized and tears did roll 
 With sympathy to lift the soul 
 Of young and old who fallen had 
 To wine and vice and habits bad. 
 The good and loving pedigree 
 With cloudy eyes began to see. 
 He saw the work of Harry Meek 
 Among the fallen, poor and weak. 
 He saw the old and fading youth, 
 Degraded, doped, and void of truth. 
 He saw the kind and helpful Meek 
 With love of Christ unfailing seek 
 To lift the sad and weary soul 
 To light divine and higher goal. 
 
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And as he saw his work and plan 
 He greeted Meek as Super Man. 
 The good and loving pedigree 
 With burning heart and sympathy 
 In silence gazed in pensive mood, 
 And saw the pure, divine and good. 
 He saw the mellow blue above. 
 And heard the music and the love 
 Of singing birds and angels near. 
 Of happy folks and children dear. 
 He saw the lily burst in bloom. 
 And snovry mountains higher loom. 
 He saw the wildwoods and the lea. 
 And laughing waves upon the sea. 
 He saw the rose of crimson hue. 
 And blooms of purple, white and blue. 
 He saw the beauty, joy and love, 
 And heard the voice of God above. 
 
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He saw the need of suubeams bright 
 To light the dark and gloomy night. 
 He saw the castles on the hill 
 With rising hope and stronger will. 
 He saw his folks in Bacchns care, 
 And poodle dogs and women fair, 
 Devoid of God and higher aim, 
 And rose repenting to proclaim, 
 "Forgive, O God! and lift them up. 
 Alcove the sparkling, crimscm cup, 
 Above the fmne of nicotine 
 And poodle dogs and vice wdthin." 
 
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THE RHODODENDRON TO THE POPPY 
 
 The Rhododendron on the hillside 
 In royal splendor stood. 
 *EIer purple, pink and white apparel 
 Displayed a happy mood. 
 
 '^I am a queen," she said delighted, 
 ''And represent a land 
 Adorned with grandeur, rugged, stately. 
 Where joy and music blend." 
 
 And surely she continued saying, 
 "My Washington I know 
 Bespeaks my queenly state and beauty 
 In valleys green and peaks of snow." 
 
 "I often laugh at things around me, 
 And greet the plumage choir. 
 When morning bursts upon the landscape 
 With silver, gold and fire. 
 
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^'Ancl with the rising sun emblazing, 
 The hills and lakes in flame 
 Reveal the grandeur of my country 
 With glory to my name." 
 
 "1 have a sister dressed in yellow, 
 Aiid touched with red and white, 
 Beyond the Oregon fields of roses 
 In sunny Southland bright." 
 
 ' ' She is the beauty of the wildwoods. 
 The charm of valleys green. 
 And in the Golden State delightful 
 They hail her as the queen. ' ' 
 
 "She represents the orange blossoms, 
 And groves of Southern hue ; 
 The hills and plains and balmy breezes. 
 And skies of mellow blue." 
 
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' ' She has been chosen for her beauty 
 ■The queen and bride of blooms 
 In Southh^nd by the wide Pacific, 
 Where grandeur ever looms." 
 
 "She is my friend among the blossoms 
 In Southland fair and green, 
 And with a tender salutation 
 I greet her as a queen." 
 
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THE SHIP OF PEACE 
 
 How oft we fail to see the purpose, 
 When 23assion riot runs, 
 When evil thoughts beset our motives, 
 And wrath with fury burns. 
 
 With sadness swing the stai's of wisdom 
 
 In silver setting bright 
 
 Above our heads benighted surely 
 
 In floods of dazzling light. 
 
 Like lightning leaping out of heaven, 
 A madness burst within. 
 And men unheeding turned to fighting 
 With flaming swords to win. 
 
 And those who loved a peaceful nuising. 
 Or tranquil labor sought. 
 Were heaved upon the angry billows 
 With eagerness of thought. 
 
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But Henry Ford with ])caceful longing 
 The Ship of Peace did Iniild, 
 And sailed across the rolling ocean 
 To calm the battlefield. 
 
 The bullets flew and guns were roaring, 
 And men in heaps did fall, 
 And streams of crimson oozed and flooded. 
 But heeded not the call. 
 
 The Ship of Peace on mission noble, 
 And Henry Ford the man, 
 Revealed the want of higher motives 
 And God's eternal plan. 
 
 The peaceful ship returned derided, 
 And sorrow reached our shore, 
 With tidings of the dead and dying 
 Upon the field of gore. 
 
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But when the ship had found her mooring 
 Then Ford with peaceful aim 
 Unsheathed the sword to down in battle 
 The Kaiser and his game. 
 
 And sure indeed the haughty Kaiser, 
 With soldiers, gold and shani„ 
 Was driven from liis throne and power 
 With swords of ITnele Sam. 
 
 But lo ! the peaceful ship will greet us 
 With joy through ages long, 
 And men inspired with warlike doings 
 Will sing a sweeter song. 
 
 And on the sea of God's affection 
 Upon the golden shore 
 The Ship of Peace, divine in purpose, 
 Will sail forevermore. 
 
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THE MUSE AT VOLUNTEER PARK 
 
 How sweet and charming to beliold 
 This loeaut.y spot with fountains, 
 The velvet green where blooms nnfold 
 With greetings from the mountains. 
 
 It charms and fills 
 
 And love instills 
 This spot with blo(^ms and fountains. 
 
 We hail this resting place on high 
 With longing, hope and pleasure; 
 The blue, enchanting, mellow sky 
 Adorned with golden treasure. 
 
 It charms and fills 
 
 And love instills 
 This place of rest and pleasure. 
 
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A SCENE AT VOLUNTEER PARK 
 
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And as we gaze and pause and stroll 
 Upon this green before us 
 The lilies whisper to console 
 And roses sweet implore us. 
 
 It charms and fills 
 
 And love instills 
 This velvet green befcn'e us. 
 
 We see the Puget Sound in glow, 
 And gold and silver burning 
 Upon the waves which come and go 
 With breezes fresh returning. 
 
 It charms and fills 
 
 And love instills 
 The Sound with silver burning. 
 
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We see the firm and old Rainier 
 With locks of snow agleaming 
 Above the happy Volunteer, 
 Where fragrance rare is teeming. 
 It charms and fills 
 And love instills 
 The old Rainier agleaming. 
 
 And to the east with grandeur rare, 
 In setting green and smiling, 
 We see Lake Washington so fair 
 In laughing mirth beguiling. 
 
 It charms and fills 
 
 And love instills 
 The lake with grandeur smiling. 
 
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And in tins park of joy and song 
 Awakes our recollection. 
 When we beliold the statue strong 
 Of Seward with affection. 
 
 It charms and fills 
 
 And love instills 
 This park with recollection. 
 
 And on this green divine and fair 
 We see him stand in glory, 
 And in a tone of grandeur rare 
 Alaska tells the story. 
 
 It charms and fills 
 
 And love instills 
 With Seward in his glory. 
 
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His view of things we must admire, 
 A statesman wise and daring, 
 And to his worth awake the lyre 
 With praise and love unsparing. 
 
 It charms and fills 
 
 And love instills 
 His view of things and daring. 
 
 The still, adjoining, resting place 
 Bespeaks a hidden story, 
 A¥here friends departed sleep in grace 
 And in their sacred glory. 
 
 It charms and fills 
 
 And love instills 
 This resting place of glory. 
 
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And surely here the pioneer, 
 Who paved our way with roses, 
 AVho sought with friends the Volunteer 
 In silence noAV reposes. 
 
 It charms and fills 
 And h)ve instills 
 This sacred place of roses. 
 
 But on his tomb in setting green 
 A rose is sweetly blooming, 
 A token of our love serene 
 With light from heaven looming. 
 
 It charms and fills 
 
 And love instills 
 The rose serenely blooming. 
 
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THE LIFTING GOSPEL 
 
 A veil of darkness could be seen, 
 
 Enswatliing fields and meadows green, 
 
 The rivers, vales and stately liills. 
 
 And mountains grand and laughing rills. 
 
 But, lo! the sunbeams from above 
 
 Descended with their light and love, 
 
 With lilazing splendor from on high. 
 
 And melted, burned and lit the sky; 
 
 And men misguided could be seen 
 
 To seek the pure, sublime, serene. 
 
 The love divine set vale and hill 
 
 To smile and sing to God's own will. 
 
 The vineyards bloomed and fragrance rare 
 
 Perfumed the earth diA'ine and fair. 
 
 The higher aim of God above 
 
 Unfolds in nature, beauty, love. 
 
 In harmony with Gospel Truth, 
 
 With Christ to save, to lift and soothe. 
 
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The word of God revealed to man 
 According to His way and plan 
 Unfolds and lifts tlie low and weak 
 Through faith and love who tridy seek 
 To find the truth, the light and way. 
 Which leads on high from day to day. 
 There is no doubt and sham in God, 
 Nor in His love and wielding rod. 
 He reads the heart of 3'^oung and old, 
 And in His wisdom does unfold 
 The truth and false to lift and cheer 
 Devoid of vanity and fear. 
 The world is helpless in its sin, 
 But Christ has come to seek and win 
 The fallen in their sinful state. 
 Who often mischief contemplate. 
 The higher goal is yet in gloom. 
 But sunbeams come to cheer and loom 
 The places dark on hill and plain 
 With higher motives to obtain. 
 
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We see the fallen with regret, 
 The youth with dope and cigarette. 
 And oft the word of God we hear 
 Defamed and scorned afar and near. 
 The syndicate of vice is loud. 
 Degrading, ci'imson, vain and proud; 
 Devoid of truth and ( -hrist indeed, 
 And in its ruin seeks to lead. 
 Upholding, spreading crime and shame, 
 Polluting, marring in the name 
 Of liberty and freedom dear. 
 And service, truth and work sincere. 
 But, true ! another class we know. 
 Who often seeks to lead and sow. 
 But scatters seeds on shallow ground. 
 And in its foolish way looks round. 
 But fails to find the harvest sought. 
 Because of shallowness of thought. 
 
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The brighter beams from God descend, 
 
 A¥hieh joy and ghidness trnly lend, 
 
 And nnrse the seeds of Christ divine 
 
 In souls inclining to repine. 
 
 Have you as saints with brighter hope 
 
 Surveyed with Christ His aim and scope? 
 
 Have you beheld His sAveeping eye 
 
 From pole to pole in earth and sky? 
 
 Have you with Christ in thoughts and deeds 
 
 Beheld the world He loves and heeds? 
 
 Have you beheld His children dear 
 
 From east to west Avitli love sincere? 
 
 Have 3^ou with love and charitj^ 
 
 Relinquished selfishness to be 
 
 A shining light to all on earth 
 
 Regardless of their place and birth? 
 
 Have vou beheld the poor and low. 
 
 The fallen folks that Christ did know? 
 
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Have you outpoured your oil to heal 
 
 The sick aud wounded who appeal 
 
 For aid and sj^m^Dathy to bear 
 
 The stings of pain and grief and care ? 
 
 We have a duty here below 
 
 To lift and make the fallen know 
 
 That Christ is ready to impart 
 
 His love divine to soothe the heart. 
 
 Our Christ who came to teach and die 
 
 That we may live a life on high. 
 
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COZY SPOTS 
 
 It was a liapp}^ summer clay 
 With sunbeams l)riglitly beaming. 
 It was a day of joy and play, 
 And gladness sweetly teeming 
 
 AVith goodly cheer 
 
 Afar and near. 
 
 It was a day of rising hope, 
 And vision gleaming brightly 
 Along the higher span and scope 
 To wake and lift us rightly 
 To ^oy above 
 With hope and love. 
 
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But truly in the vision bright 
 Came shadows to our seeing, 
 And work to light the gloom}^ night, 
 And lift each human being 
 To plains of light, 
 And manhood bright. 
 
 And cities crowded came to sight 
 With gloomy scenes appealing 
 For cozy spots and fountains bright, 
 And light and love revealing 
 
 The higher life 
 
 To ease the strife. 
 
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•We often see the bad indeed 
 
 In cities large and noted, 
 
 Where wine and mischief truly lead, 
 
 And to the wrong devoted, 
 
 But blaze and light 
 The gloom of night. 
 
 There is a need of better things, 
 Of cozy spots and fountains, 
 And resting courts where music rings 
 With echoes from the mountains. 
 
 And C'hrist indeed 
 
 To guide and lead. 
 
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There is a need of blooms and play 
 For children in their bringing 
 To manhood strong and light of day, 
 And joy divinely ringing — 
 
 And joy and song 
 
 To gnid(^ along. 
 
 There is a need of breezes fair, 
 And sunbeams brightly beaming; 
 There is a need of purer air, 
 A,wd lighted fountains gleaming 
 
 To lift the soul 
 
 To higher goal. 
 
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So let us join to lift aud do, 
 And hail the things demanded. 
 And place the weak and fallen, too. 
 In places God intended — 
 And places bright 
 With fond delight. 
 
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MY SEABECK BY THE SEA 
 
 I know a place sii))lime, serene, 
 Where wings of langhing maples 
 Lay shadows soothing on the green 
 To cheer and charm and gladden. 
 
 Chorns : 
 
 My Seabeek by the sea, 
 Where meadow larks are singing, 
 And ocean waves are ringing 
 In happy harmony. 
 
 I hail thy groves and music rare, 
 Thy vales and charming hillocks ; 
 Thy courts of green and balmy air, 
 And breezes sweet with fragrance. 
 
 I hail thy sunset's burning glow, 
 Which turns the waves and seashore. 
 And mountains grand and peaks of snow 
 To gold and blazing splendor. 
 
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THE BLOOMS OF LESCHI 
 
 I know a cozy spot enchanting, 
 • Where daisies red and white 
 Are blooming sweetly in the sunshine 
 In stars and circles bright, 
 Which fill us 
 And still us 
 With rapture beaming 
 And beauty teeming. 
 
 Below the firs and willows budding, 
 Which dress the hill above. 
 We see the birch and pine and cedar 
 With wings outspread with love. 
 Which fill us 
 And still us 
 With charms beguiling 
 And verdure smiling. 
 
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 -^j'^a^^wpg^^g^^'TirrrnTm 
 
 A SCENK AT LESCHI PARK 
 
 124 
 
In happy clusters, sweet and blooming, 
 The rose and lilac grow 
 Beneath the wings of laughing maples. 
 And twigs with balls of snow. 
 Which fill us 
 And still us 
 Divinely surely 
 And ever purely. 
 
 Along this velvet green delightful 
 The frisky wavelets roll with glee 
 In harmon}^ to notes outpouring 
 From silver throats with jubilee. 
 Which fill us 
 And still us 
 With music ringing 
 And joyful singing. 
 
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And here and there in verdant setting 
 Bewitching lilies bloom, 
 And daffodils among the briers 
 In golden dressing loom, 
 Which fill ns 
 And still us 
 With fragrance flowing 
 And joy bestowing. 
 
 And in this dell of blooms and garlands 
 We pluck from twigs of love 
 The buds of joy divinely blooming 
 With rapture from above, 
 Which fill us 
 And still us 
 A¥ith hope supernal 
 And life eternal. 
 
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THE TRAIL OF EZRA MEEKER 
 
 At Huiitsville ninetj^ years ago 
 •A sturdy man of daring 
 Beheld the beauty of this earth 
 With willingness of sharing 
 The burden of his country dear 
 In venture, deed and action, 
 And surely sought to blaze the way 
 With courage and aifection. 
 
 His name is known the country round. 
 
 We call him Ezra Meeker, 
 
 The pioneer who westward bore 
 
 With daring as a seeker. 
 
 In earl}^ fifties he began 
 
 To cross the plains bewailing 
 
 According to his chosen plan 
 
 With oxen yoked for trailing. 
 
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AN ORCHARD SCENE IN EASTEFtN WASHINGTON 
 
 LAKE CllETiAN TN THIO CASCAni<:S 
 
 128 
 
With Twist and Dave he westward moved 
 
 With consolation beaming, 
 
 And scenes majestic came to view 
 
 With divers grandeur teeming. 
 
 He scaled the Rockies steep and wild, 
 
 And down the valleys blooming 
 
 He drove his team ^dth steady sx3eed 
 
 Beyond the snowpeaks looming. 
 
 The Cascades he with courage climbed, 
 
 And saw the ocean rolling 
 
 Below the crags and hills and plains. 
 
 Where breezes fresh were strolling. 
 
 And down upon the balmy shore 
 
 With daring he descended 
 
 To build a home where roses bloom, 
 
 And joy with struggles blended. 
 
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And after years of fruitful life, 
 The sylva near the ocean 
 Became a blooming field and home 
 By vitals set in motion. 
 And here the sturdy pioneer, 
 Who blazed the trail with glovy, 
 In harmony with duty lived 
 To tell the daring story. 
 
 The Oregon Trail to Puget Sound 
 Revived our recollection, 
 When Ezra Meeker rose again 
 To show his fond atfection. 
 And in a sweet and happy mood, 
 With silver locks aflowing, 
 He saw the famous trail unmarked 
 With monumental shoAving. 
 
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Aiid iu the year of ninety-six 
 
 With oxen yoked securely, 
 
 And monuments to mark the trail 
 
 He eastward wended surely. 
 
 And when this noble work was done, 
 
 With patriotic feeling, 
 
 He stroked his flowing, silver locks 
 
 With jubilee revealing. 
 
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THE SUNSHINE OF HEAVEN 
 
 How joyful to dwell in the simsliine of heaven, 
 Where roses of friendship console us, 
 And fellowship blooming with glory supernal. 
 And blessing and love that extol us. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 How joyful to dv^ell in the sunshine of heaven, 
 
 The sunshine of heaven. 
 Where Jesus to glory is given, 
 
 To glory is given. 
 
 How joyful to dwell in the beautiful vineyard, 
 
 Where Jesus to glory is given, 
 
 And plucking the buds and the blossoms of 
 
 blessing 
 From twigs in the sunshine of heaven. 
 
 How joyful to dwell in the heavenly mansion 
 With angels and seraphim blended. 
 And singing divinely in chorus celestial, 
 The story of Jesus ascended. 
 
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ENGLISH IN NORWAY 
 
 Away to the north where the snowpeaks enchant 
 
 us, 
 And mountains and valleys delight, 
 And gorges and wildwoods in verdant apparel 
 Reveal and unfold to our sight. 
 
 Away to the north to the coast of old Norway, 
 
 The home of the Vikings of yore, 
 
 '\¥here sunbeams are bright and the heavens 
 
 are looming. 
 And sagas translucent in lore. 
 
 Away to the north where the poets are singing 
 In accents euphonic and SAveet, 
 And music is drawn from the harps of the 
 players 
 
 With rhythmical cadence to greet. 
 
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And lo ! we are viewing the world in its beauty, 
 And man in the province of love, 
 United by ties of eternal creation, 
 And ruled with the scepter above. 
 
 A zephyr celestial is strolling above us, 
 And whispers a silvery call 
 In language united and purpose uplifting 
 With motives divine to instal. 
 
 We see on the wings of the future approaching 
 That Norra with scenery grand 
 Will sing in the tongue of the Albion's poets 
 The praise of her beautiful land. 
 
 We hope and we wait in the land of the Yankees 
 With longing to welcome and greet 
 The tongue of the Engles and Saxons adopted 
 In Northland with glory replete. 
 
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The poets of Northland Avith Albion singing 
 Will glide with their phrases along, 
 And show to the world in melodious cadence 
 The grandeur of Northland in song. 
 
 And surely we hail with a longing consoling 
 The day when the poets will sing 
 In words that are rippling in vigorous English 
 With Norra's sweet musical ring. 
 
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lEarly Pn^ma 
 
 EMBLEM OF FREEDOM 
 
 Emblem of freedom, how dearly I liail thee, 
 
 Gleaming with spangles of victory won ; 
 Smiling with hope, which with longing has filled 
 me, 
 Courage and love that our fathers have shown. 
 Firm in protection, 
 Pure in affection, 
 Pride of our country, the flag of the brave ! 
 
 Spirit awakens with fond recollection, 
 Deeds of our fathers that sleep in the grave. 
 
 Tyranny rallied with fury despairing. 
 
 Peasants to battle for liberty flee ; 
 Washington leading and firmly declaring, 
 "Yankees forever unconquered and free." 
 Land in commotion. 
 War on the ocean, 
 Never shall ruffle the flag on our shore, 
 
 Flag that our fathers with blood and devotion 
 Gallantly hoisted as onward they bore. 
 
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UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE 
 
 • From sea to sea our schools abound, 
 We boast of learniug great, 
 Of him who speaks the Hebrew tongue, 
 In French a graduate. 
 We often grin at clannishness. 
 At prejudice, indeed. 
 When China's folly in the East 
 Through other minds we read. 
 
 We see the scholar, linguist, scribe. 
 
 At public places meet, 
 
 To nurse the dead, decaying tongues, 
 
 Or German phrases greet. 
 
 They talk of treasure, wealth to gain, 
 
 In Greek and Latin lore. 
 
 But fail to see the jewels bright 
 
 Upon the other shore. , 
 
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Who seeks to bar the stream of thouglit 
 From universal flow, 
 Erects a wall of clannishness, 
 Where thorns and thistles grow. 
 Who seeks to alienate the race 
 By divers tongues or creeds, 
 Impedes the growth of unity 
 And mischief sadly breeds. 
 
 Unveil the gems that nature holds, 
 
 Let love our weapon be 
 
 To rend the walls which separate, 
 
 Or chill our sympathy. 
 
 Unite mankind from pole to pole 
 
 By universal speech ; 
 
 And weld all nations into one 
 
 To lift the poor and rich. 
 
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What language sbould the world adopt? 
 
 The English I would dioose ; 
 
 It's rich in words and vigorous, 
 
 And fit for all our use. 
 
 So, let us all our forces join. 
 
 In heart united stand, 
 
 And loA^e shall bloom in kindred speech 
 
 Through ages without end. 
 
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REFLECTIONS OF PETE LABOE 
 
 When songsters in their phimage fair 
 
 Had drooped on branches here and there, 
 
 When mountain peaks rose huge and high 
 
 Against the western, sunset sky; 
 
 I saw poor Pete ; yes, Pete Laboe, 
 
 The tenant son in spirit low. 
 
 His locks were gray, and bent he stood 
 
 Upon the graveyard b}^ the w^ood. 
 
 In restless mood he longed to hear, 
 
 The sacred voice of one so dear, 
 
 The echo of a maiden true. 
 
 The faithful servant, Nellie Prue. 
 
 A flood of love now shook his soul 
 
 To ecstasy beyond control ; 
 
 For round his heart with magic care 
 
 He seemed to feel her touches rare. 
 
 His eyes grew moist, he gazed around. 
 
 Arid spake unheeded on the ground ; 
 
 "No marble tops her weedy tomb, 
 
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No epitaph, no fragrant bloom; 
 Unknown she sleeps to pomp and fame, 
 But virtue smiles around her name. 
 All, would to God her dust had tongue, 
 That she again might weave in song 
 Those thrilling tones of love divine. 
 Which brought her lips so oft to mine. 
 All, would to God the world could hear 
 The echo of her soul so dear. 
 The ebbing flow of love and truth, 
 Which s}Tiibolized her age and youth. ' ' 
 He stood and gazed upon her clay. 
 And weeping loud he paced away 
 With steps so tender on the grass 
 And whispered low as he did pass : 
 "Despite of toil and servitude. 
 Of angry words and action rude. 
 She served her master true and brave 
 Till she was carried to the grave. 
 
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The master who for greed of wealth 
 Had phi eked her vitals — robhed her health- 
 For when he quaffed his wine so red 
 She toiled outdoors alone and sad; 
 And often as the tears did roll 
 Adown her cheeks to soothe her soul, 
 She thought about her humble birth 
 And pitied all the poor on earth." 
 While on the sacred ground he paced 
 Unconscious to his brow he raised 
 His bony hand from weather brown, 
 And on the graveyard kneeling down. 
 He thought of days when Nell and he 
 Together capered round in glee ; 
 He thought of days with gladness filled, 
 And poverty that would not yield. 
 His soul now ebbed with overflow, 
 And spake again in accents low : 
 ''How oft I saw her flit around 
 
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With bleeding feet upon the ground, 
 In chase of cattle on the leap, 
 Or wading through the jungles deep; 
 HoAV oft T met her on the trail, 
 When night had spread its dewy veil 
 In chilly crystals shining fair. 
 With dripping gown and ankles baie ; 
 How oft I saw her in the field, 
 When moon a somber light did yield, 
 Alone and weary raking hay 
 Till darkness drove the moon away." 
 Now came the tender thought with tears, 
 Wliich on his soul had burned for years. 
 He stooped and laid his head so gray 
 Upon her weedy tomb to say : 
 ''How oft beneath the hemlock wings. 
 On yonder slope where robin sings. 
 We wont to play in fond caress. 
 Or join in frolic on the grass. 
 
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'Twas there our souls together rushed, 
 When love in blushing childhood gushed; 
 'Twas there beneath the spreading shade, 
 When spring its velvet cloak had laid. 
 In purple blooms ui^on the green, 
 I broke the question most serene. 
 The answer came as from above, 
 Your heart was full with love of love, 
 And touched my ear with nuptial sound 
 Beneath the branches on the ground." 
 He slowly raised his weary head, 
 Then shook his silver locks and said: 
 "We tried to fix the time and place. 
 And planned the preacher's fee to raise. 
 We figured day, w^e figured night ; 
 We built oft castles, dark and bright; 
 We tried each rule, but failed to give 
 The requisite to wed and live. 
 We met and chatted as before, 
 
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But calculation evermore 
 
 Unveiled the gloom of want and need, 
 
 And so in sorrow we agreed 
 
 To wait until some better time, 
 
 Or tr_y our luck in foreign clime. 
 
 She joined her master, so did I, 
 
 To labor hard my hands apply. 
 
 For nothing else before us spread 
 
 Than servitude to make our bread. 
 
 Each day, each hour, from morn to night, 
 
 The thought of bondage dimmed our sight. 
 
 I tilled the soil, unflinching, true. 
 
 And planted corn, which richly grew. 
 
 She, too, the maiden, bright and fair, 
 
 The yoke of servitude did bear. 
 
 She lugged the urchins, raked the hay. 
 
 And carried water from the bay. 
 
 At dusk when darkness clad each dome. 
 
 Alone she drove the cattle home ; 
 
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She milked the cows, she fed the swine, 
 And plucked tlie berries from the vine. 
 She gathered wood to feed the grate, 
 And darned and sewed till ev'ning late. 
 Each year we tried a step to rise. 
 To get a glimpse of Paradise; 
 But to our sorroAV, steeped Avith rage. 
 Our station darker grew with age. 
 The sunshine which in childhood smiled 
 The lurid world, unsought, beguiled. 
 And filled our souls with dreams of hell, 
 With gloom which only slaves can tell. 
 The tender thoughts of early years 
 Have vanished with the flow of tears. 
 A stern reflection of our life 
 Tiays bare to view revolting strife. 
 The nuptial bell which rang in youth 
 Is silent, mossy and uncough. 
 The castles which we oft did frame 
 
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H«ave crumbled into grief and shame, 
 And on their ruin dwell our tears, 
 Our smiles, our hopes, of childhood years. 
 A thrill of horror stirs ni}^ soul. 
 The thoughts of youth, unfolded, roll 
 As silently the past I scan, 
 And gaze upon the tomb of man. 
 Beneath this turf of grass and weed 
 Lies one for whom my heart doth bleed. 
 Yes, one so pure, so sweet and fair 
 Wliose sympathy I longed to share. 
 How often in the fragrant lea, 
 When toil resigned to action free. 
 We met and chatted here and there, 
 When meadows smiled with roses fair. 
 How often, yes, how often then 
 In budding youth we laid our plan. 
 The sunbeams round our vision played, 
 But turned to moonbeams as we laid 
 
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Our fancy on the screen of strife 
 
 With full reality of life. 
 
 Erelong the laurels, wilted, waned. 
 
 For tyranny supremely reigned. 
 
 And paved our way with thorns and tears. 
 
 Which darkened all our future years. 
 
 Unyielding struggle sapped our strength, 
 
 Till death had worked its gloomy length. 
 
 The blooms of youth all turned to gray 
 
 And toil and sorrow laid away 
 
 Her form so fair beneath the sod 
 
 To dwell forever with her God. 
 
 The years that marked her earthly stroll 
 
 Lie fresh and keen upon my soul. 
 
 But lips I pressed in fond embrace 
 
 Now sleep in dust beyond my gaze, 
 
 And hands so full of care and toil 
 
 Are mingling with the mother soil." 
 
 A year of struggles fled apace, 
 
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And Pete Laboe then joined lier placCi 
 
 Their masters, too, now buried lie 
 
 On marble arms in dust nearby. 
 
 Their limbs are stretched in uncouth shape, 
 
 And pearls their cells no longer drape ; 
 
 For God decreed devoid of fear 
 
 That High and Low and hoary Seer 
 
 Shall turn to dust in one domain, 
 
 And justice, truth and love shall reign. 
 
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SPIRIT OF LIBERTY 
 
 Listen! tlie bugle is tenderly pealing, 
 
 Lexington looming serenely today, 
 Heaven with glory above us revealing, 
 
 Freedom unfettered forever and aye. 
 Often, yes, often witli smiles of affection 
 
 Scenes of the past are returning to view. 
 Struggles involving the right of protection 
 
 Ring from the graves of the noble and true. 
 
 Bravely the pilgrims their country defended, 
 
 Spirit of libert}^ prompted each man. 
 Down through the valleys they swiftly descended 
 
 Fearless of death into battle they ran. 
 Cannon and muskets around them were roaring, 
 
 Yorktown their triumph proclaiming one day, 
 Higher and clearer in bugle-notes soaring, 
 
 ''Freedom unfettered forever and aye." 
 
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THE HEMLOCK 
 
 A scene so eiichanting came o'er my soul, 
 
 I saw the old hemlock and Avildwood ; 
 The river and cliffs, where cataracts roll. 
 
 With fancy and dreams of my childhood. 
 The thrushes were singing sweet in the lea, 
 
 Their voices in consonance blended ; 
 The tapering treetops tingled with glee, 
 
 And melodies softly ascended. 
 
 How often at noon or ev'ning serene. 
 
 The hemlock I courted divinely; 
 The hemlock that crowns the sweet-scenting 
 green 
 
 With branches outspreading sublimely. 
 Yes, often I sought the hemlock's cool shade. 
 
 So sacred and dear to my childhood, 
 Where breezes beguiling wafted and played 
 
 With fragrance that rose from the wildwood. 
 
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With longing I hail the shady green spot, 
 
 The hemlock that towers above it ; 
 The murmnring stream, my father's old cot, 
 
 And songsters that circle around it. 
 'Twas there in my youth when leisure it gave, 
 
 I sat with my mother delighted ; 
 With mother so dear that sleeps in the grave 
 
 Till twilight our vision benighted. 
 
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SHEATHE YOUR SWORD 
 
 My heart is sad, a scene of ghastly hue 
 
 Has spread its blood-stained l)osoin to my view. 
 
 The past, unheeded, lifts a cry of woe ; 
 
 I hear the echo rising from below. 
 
 Inspired with dread, it trembles to my ear 
 
 With caimon 's roar, with shouts of pain and fear. 
 
 Surveying all, the tears begin to flow 
 
 As oft I muse with longing keen to know 
 
 The cause of ^var, the want of human love, 
 
 The empty heart, devoid of God above. 
 
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QUEEN OF PEACE 
 
 Yes, ni}^ soul grew restless 
 
 As I gazed around, 
 And beheld my brothers 
 
 Lying on the battle ground. 
 But as I was lonely gazing 
 
 Came a message on the breeze, 
 And beguiling as an angel 
 
 Rose the stately queen of peace. 
 And beguiling as an angel 
 
 Rose the stately queen of peace. 
 
 Oft I stood and listened 
 
 To her words serene. 
 Which with gladness filled me 
 
 On the sad and lonely green. 
 On the green so sad and lonely. 
 
 When she viewed the deeds of yore, 
 Came a soft and gentle whisper: 
 
 "Peace on earth f oreverniore. " 
 Yes, a soft and gentle whisper: 
 
 ''Peace on earth f orevermore. " 
 
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THE MINSTREL AT SNOQUALMIE 
 FALLS 
 
 He paused on liis way, he listened and gazed. 
 For Nature was cliiming so j^urely. 
 
 He wondered what hand had chiseled the walls 
 That towered above him securely. 
 
 The sunbeams were weaving arches of gold, 
 And music to heaven ascended ; 
 
 The spirit of God in nature revealed, 
 His echo in cataracts blended. 
 
 Inspiration burst with tears as he gazed. 
 The grandeur bewildered and stirred him ; 
 
 The raging and foaming stream as it fell 
 Uplifted his soul and inspired him. 
 
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AN EVENING ON PUGET SOUND 
 
 A vocal stretch in sapphire glow, 
 A sunset sea of melted gold, 
 Where dancing ripples softly laugh, 
 And music fills the balmy air. 
 
 In robes of green th,v banks outstretch, 
 The pine and fir with burning wings 
 Lay shadows on thy gleaming breast. 
 Where loving breezes gently play. 
 
 Above the clouds the snow-capped guards 
 Have pushed their hoary heads on high 
 To watch the sea-gulls sailing round 
 Upon the billows' streaming locks. 
 
 The fragrant blooms along the strand 
 Have drooped their heads in calm repose ; 
 The sun has sunk behind the hills, 
 Where silver cloudlets float in wine. 
 
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THE BUEST OF MORN ON PUGET SOUND 
 
 Sad darkness creeps away in gloom, 
 The jeweled East begins to loom. 
 
 Bright streaks like fiery tongues appear, 
 Then blazing beams the earth endear. 
 
 Low hang the birds on wings in space, 
 The twilight melts around the place. 
 
 The ripples roll in gilded hue, 
 
 And pearl-set blooms bewitch the view. 
 
 A drowsy zephyr shakes the pine. 
 The partridge struts among the vine. 
 
 Now, mounts the sun the sky serene 
 To kiss the hillocks robed in green. 
 
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TRIBUTE TO MT. RAINIER 
 
 How often have I turned with wonder unto thee, 
 Most awful form, the king of kings thou standest 
 
 firm 
 On green-swathed feet, with head of silver rising 
 
 high. 
 Enchanted I Ve stood and gazed upon thy rugged 
 
 breast, 
 Outstretched with verdure, where fierce torrents 
 
 swifth?- roll 
 With thy huge tears to swell the deep, Avhich 
 
 carols loud, 
 And lifts a voice of praise unto thee — awful 
 
 mount. 
 Canst thou, O sprite, which soars around this 
 
 silent shape, 
 Tell me who set his pillars on the rock of time ? 
 Who rounded his broad shoulders and his head 
 
 with snow? 
 Who dressed his feet with roses, hemlock, pine 
 
 and fir? 
 
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Wliose liand unlocked the streams which tumble 
 
 down his sides 
 With music which awakes the soul to ecstasy ? 
 O God ! Thy heart in rocks and winding torrents 
 
 throbs ; 
 In valleys decked with blooms; in cloudland 
 
 streaked with gold ; 
 And would that I did know thy sacred will and 
 
 plans. 
 How often in the morning when the sim emerged 
 From out the crimson curtain in the rosy East, 
 I've stood enchanted in Thy gentle breath and 
 
 gazed, 
 Filled with Thy soul, O God ! my eyes grew dim 
 
 with tears. 
 As I distracted viewed Thy work of ages long. 
 The sunbeams bore on seraph wings I watched 
 
 and hailed, 
 As they descended from Thy blazing throne 
 
 above, 
 
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Arfti with the smiles of Heaven laid their tender 
 
 lips 
 Upon Thy less divine creation — land and sea. 
 Uplifted, filled with raptnre as I turn to thee, 
 O hoary mount! the monarch of the drifting 
 
 clouds. 
 Below thy broad and chilly brow the sea-gulls 
 
 hang, 
 Or drift on snowy wings around thy fragrant 
 
 feet. 
 Thy bosom, sloping seaward, teems with streams 
 
 that roll 
 With music fierce and mad, to mingle with the 
 
 sea. 
 Precipitous and wild, the gushing torrents leap, 
 And rainbows bend in arches round thy rock- 
 ribbed breast. 
 When heavenward I gaze, mj soul is filled with 
 
 joy, 
 
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As I behold the purple strung on bars of gold. 
 O clouds, which sweep above me, gray or flushed 
 
 with red. 
 Can ye unveil the arm which pushed this form 
 
 on high? 
 And blazing shafts, the signs of storm and thun- 
 derbolts, 
 Which shoot across the deep blue like Jove's 
 
 burning car, 
 Can ye tell me the purpose of this hoary shape. 
 With head in heaven, feet sunk deep beneath 
 
 the sea? 
 Enchanting sunbeams, messengers from climes 
 
 above. 
 Tell me who robed this stately form with dazzling 
 
 light? 
 No answer, silence, save the soughing of the pine. 
 O God! to Thee I turn, Thou Mightv God, to 
 
 Thee. 
 
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Within Thy bosom wisdom lurks in many moods. 
 
 Thy mighty hand this awful form through ages 
 shaped 
 
 And clothed him with the garments of Thy own 
 free soul. 
 
 Thou crowned hun with a hood of snow and bade 
 him shine ; 
 
 Thou loosened his huge tears and called the tor- 
 rents forth ; 
 
 Thou bade the roses and the wildwoods dress his 
 feet, 
 
 And sunbeams from above to paint his rugged 
 breast. 
 
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TRIBUTE TO VENUS 
 
 Silently when shadows blended 
 
 On the breast of night, 
 Prom thy blazing throne descended 
 Glimpses of delight. 
 Smiling purel}^, 
 Aiid securely 
 Hung thy beams in dazzling j)ride 
 Dowai the heaven deep and wide. 
 
 In the ev'ning I have seen thee 
 
 Perched on silver feet, 
 Playing like a seraph round mc^^ 
 Tenderly and sweet. 
 Playing, winking. 
 Softly blinking- 
 Prom thy loft}^ throne on high 
 To thy sisters in the sky. 
 
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And thy pearl-set bosom wreathing 
 
 Golden smiles of love 
 To my longing soul is breathing 
 Rai^ture from above. 
 Mute, beguiling, 
 Gently smiling, 
 As thy silver lances leap 
 Down the silent, azure deep. 
 
 Oft thy glory lifts ni}^ station, 
 
 Joy that heaven sips. 
 Which is falling to my vision 
 From thy solar lips. 
 Shining purely, 
 Tell me truly 
 What thy constant purpose bo 
 In the blue and silent sea? 
 
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NOME 
 
 Breezes flying over mountains down upon the 
 
 gloomy Nome 
 Take me gently, I beseech you, as you southward 
 
 seek to roam. 
 
 Lust for treasure brought me hither from the 
 
 verdant Puget Sound, 
 Nuggets which my soul have tempted hid within 
 
 this frozen ground. 
 
 Mountain ranges sweeping northward to the 
 shining polar sea, 
 
 Gold-bestudded, proudly boasting, rugged mon- 
 sters sad to me. 
 
 Fainly would I honor give you as my soul un- 
 biased speaks. 
 
 Riches doubtless throng your bosom, spreading 
 out with snow-clad peaks. 
 
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Heaven truly bends above you, sparkling bright 
 
 with iris hue; 
 Fiercely breathe the rolling billows on the ocean 
 deep and blue. 
 
 Sunshine often in the summer cheers the lonely, 
 
 blushing bloom; 
 Fierce and savage broods the winter o'er the 
 
 landscape wrapped in gloom. 
 
 Cold and dreary is his palace, pillared firm with 
 
 beams of ice; 
 Frozen stands the lonely hillock, and the snow 
 
 around it flies. 
 
 Often in the star-lit even, when the breezes 
 
 chilled the lea ; 
 When sweet fancy ushered gladness to my heart 
 
 near by the sea. 
 
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Often then stole tliougiit and dut)^ o'er my sonl 
 
 with many tears, 
 Thinking deeply of the pleasure which I hailed 
 
 in former years ; 
 
 Thinking of the present status, eager after gold 
 
 and fame, 
 Grasping, hoarding, empty jewels in a manner. 
 
 steeped with shame. 
 
 Often in a trance of wonder have I watched the 
 
 eager crowd, 
 Searching in a sort of madness up the rivers 
 
 swift and loud. 
 
 Often, often as the sunbeams faded from my view 
 
 at night. 
 Have I listened to the lawless, lurking round 
 
 with weapons bright. 
 
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Driving men with blade and musket from their 
 
 claims so deaily paid; 
 Stabbing, shooting, bloody murder! as to plans 
 
 that rovei's made. 
 
 Honest miner, haunted, tortured, as he little tried 
 
 to make; 
 He who sought with pick and shovel mountain's 
 
 stubborn slope to break ; 
 
 He who left his wife and children in a country 
 
 far away, 
 Not to look for joy or glory, but their home to 
 
 save and pay ; 
 
 He Avho left his sweetheart sighing with a kiss 
 
 upon her lips ; 
 He who left his weeping mother, gazing at the 
 
 north-bound ships. 
 
 These and others have been plundered, pity him 
 
 who laid the plan ! 
 Pity all so low in spirit as to hurt their fellow 
 
 men. 
 
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THE NORTHLAND NIGHTINGALE 
 
 Bird of royal birth and station, 
 
 Oft my childhood thou didst charm, 
 
 With thy thrilling flute so tender 
 On the happy Valdris farm. 
 
 Many years have passed unheeded, 
 Struggles which have ceased to be. 
 
 Since I left thy home and country 
 Far away beyond the sea. 
 
 Still, a fond remembrance fills me. 
 Fresh in love and cherished hope. 
 
 As I think about thy capers 
 
 On the pine-clad mountain slope. 
 
 In the morn when sunbeams scattered 
 Streaks of gold athwart the lea. 
 
 On the pine or weeping willow 
 Burst thy strains of jubilee. 
 
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— '-^ ''^ , - 
 
 te*:^ V^.6 AO^.. _~^>^^ '0-^vW- 
 
 THE NORTHLAND NIGHTINGALE 
 
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When the sun in yonder westland 
 
 Drew his sworcls of silver hue 
 From the lips of drowsy billows, 
 
 Sweeter still thy music grew. 
 
 Soft and tender as the brooklet 
 
 Fell thy voice upon my ear, 
 With a charming touch of Heaven, 
 
 Pure, beguiling, sweet and clear. 
 
 Oft the twilight breeze did carol, 
 
 Shook with melodies my soul ; 
 But its sighing strains soon vanished. 
 
 When thy music sought control. 
 
 When thou soared for pleasure northward, 
 
 Laden with the joy of May, 
 Then the hardy sons of Northland 
 
 Rose to listen to thy lay. 
 
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And the maidens, fair and blusliing, 
 At the loom or spinning-wheel, 
 
 Rushed with sudden flirt and flutter 
 On the lawn with magic will. 
 
 Filled with jo}^ thou sang delighted, 
 Panting forth a stream of love, 
 
 Like an angel, strayed, departed, 
 From the sunny clime above. 
 
 Oft my thoughts to thee are turning, 
 Thinking of the early years, 
 
 When I listened to thy f luting- 
 Till my eyes grew dim with tears. 
 
 Would that I again could meet thee 
 On some fragrant mountain slvpe. 
 
 And with childhood spirit listen 
 To thy song of love and hope. 
 
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Leagues of sea and land are lying. 
 
 Stretched between thine home and mine, 
 
 Still thy notes inspire and fill me, 
 Fill my soul with thoughts divine. 
 
 Time and distance cannot part us, 
 Chill nor mar our kindred ties ; 
 
 Spirit which uplifts and guides thee 
 Also in my bosom lies. 
 
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THE SPYGLASS 
 
 The pages on record that picture the past, 
 In stillness I view with the sages at rest. 
 
 'Tis clear to my mind as I ponder and gaze, 
 That man through his struggles uplifted the race. 
 
 A stretch of unfoldment in divers degree. 
 Prom Socrates' time to our Huxley I see. 
 
 The Angles and Saxons and Teutons did rove, 
 Like Vikings from Northland who eagerly strove 
 
 With rival intentions to wander away 
 
 To master the earth and the others to sway. 
 
 The sunshine which brooded in darkness and 
 
 birth 
 Came smiling through clouds to illumine the 
 
 earth. 
 
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Each choosing a clime to its liking and taste, 
 And nations were fonnded and separate placed. 
 
 The tongne that each spoke was nnw^ritten and 
 
 crnde ; 
 The codes that existed more stifle than prude. 
 
 When ages departed to line the dark iomb, 
 Then Ignorance grunted in desolate gloom. 
 
 When science was rooted, its tendrils increased. 
 As barbarous traits of hiuuanity ceased. 
 
 The rapture insjDiring brought musical chime. 
 And language was moulded to meter and rhyme. 
 
 The ships that were sailing the deep-rolling sea 
 Wove nations together b}^ friendly decree. 
 
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Through sequence of ages the nations entwined, 
 With argosies laden the ocean was lined. 
 
 The Schoolhouse ax)peared but so little at first, 
 But grew and expanded as Ignorance cursed. 
 
 The sunshine of knowledge was driven from rest, 
 And darkness unfolded her hideous breast. 
 
 As yet we are groping — our Heaven unborn — 
 But sunbeams are smiling to kiss the bright 
 morn, 
 
 When nations shall swing to a union-laid throne, 
 All speak the same language, all couupxel as one ; 
 
 And knowledge shall blaze through the gorges of 
 
 hell. 
 That God the Almighty His secrets may tell. 
 
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ON OPAL SEA 
 
 Leap 3^e winds on sandaled feet, 
 
 And sing ye waves your sweetest chimes, 
 
 On Opal Sea 
 
 In jolly glee. 
 
 Laugh ye hemlock, fir and spruce, 
 And play ye breezes with their wings. 
 
 In freedom's air. 
 
 And sun so fair. 
 
 Smile ye flowers in gladness free, 
 I kiss your lips and love you true. 
 Sweet daisies white, 
 So pure and bright. 
 
 Burst ye rose-buds, fresh and full, 
 And drink the nectar heaven sips. 
 
 The beams sublime 
 
 From solar clime. 
 
 Lift your heads ye stately hills, 
 
 And scatter smiles where music flows. 
 
 On Opal Sea, 
 
 And land so free. 
 
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KING BACCHUS 
 
 King Baecliiis witli liis brimming cup 
 
 At Christmas eve was singing, 
 His soul was free, Ms lips were loud 
 With notes exalted ringing. 
 In jolly mood 
 Inspired he stood, 
 And praised the loving bowl, 
 With music in his soul. 
 
 He sipped the purple flush with joy, 
 
 Elated he was smiling 
 At goblins in their jeweled cars. 
 Or ghosts on wings beguiling. 
 Again he sips 
 With ruby lips 
 The nectar in the glass, 
 Then round he lets it pass. 
 
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And drinking still, lie grows and swells, 
 
 He hails the cup with pleasure, 
 And boasts of strength and daring feats, 
 His gold and costly treasure. 
 Again he sips 
 With ruby lips 
 The sparkling wine so red. 
 In honor of the dead. 
 
 He claims the crown, a royal crown, 
 
 King Bacchus in his glory. 
 But as he stands his scepter falls 
 And leaves a dreadful story 
 Again he sips 
 With ruby lips 
 His loving, farewell bowl. 
 With sorrow in his soul. 
 
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No trophy crowns his weedy tomb, 
 
 He courted vice with pleasure, 
 He made the mothers sad at heart, 
 And tears the children's treasure. 
 His way was wrong. 
 His only song- 
 Was sorrow steeped with shame, 
 To cluster round his name. 
 
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OUE DUTY 
 
 It is our duty, one and all, 
 
 To do our best; 
 To live a life whicli time may prove 
 
 To be a test 
 Of virtue, honesty and truth 
 
 As ages roll 
 With steady, firm, unchanging speed 
 
 To higher goal. 
 It is our duty, one and all. 
 
 To do our part, 
 To lift the fallen, poor and weak, 
 
 With willing heart; 
 To stand united, work as one, 
 
 For truth and right; 
 To lead the weary, fettered soul 
 
 To freedom's light. 
 It is our duty, one and all, 
 
 To clear the way. 
 To build a bridge to higher planes 
 
 From day to day; 
 To do our share of honest toil 
 
 In court and lea; 
 To make the world divine and sweet 
 
 On land and sea. 
 
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NELLIE BOHEE 
 
 Alone on the pier sat Nellie Boliee, 
 At twilight in silent devotion; 
 
 Heartbroken she gazed with longing to see 
 Her father come sailing the ocean. 
 
 (Chorus) 
 
 She waited alone, poor Nellie Bohee, 
 Alone on the pier by the ocean ; 
 
 And saw far away the wide-spreading sea 
 With ships on its bosom in motion. 
 
 At last she beheld her ship from the pier, 
 And knelt as she waited in blessing; 
 
 Then toddled to kiss her father so dear 
 Aboard of the vessel now resting. 
 
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'^Dear father," she said in accents quite low, 
 ' ' Come go with me home I am waiting ? 
 
 For mother is ill and anxions to know 
 About your long voyage belating. ' ' 
 
 ''My Nellie," he sighed, "I cannot today," 
 The captain in anguish repenting; 
 
 "Go tell to the world my darling I pray, 
 The curse of the wine glass so tempting." 
 
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FAREWELL TO THE PAST 
 
 Farewell! each tiying year, farewell! 
 
 Thy time has ceased to be, 
 Still in thy withered heart I hear 
 
 The echo of the free. 
 
 Thy path is robed with many smiles, 
 With tears and sorrow deep, 
 
 And struggles which my fathers bore 
 Within thy bosom sleep. 
 
 The kings that wont to rule are mute, 
 
 Their lips in silence lay. 
 In dust upon their marble chins 
 
 Within their cells of clay. 
 
 Around their sacred berths I see 
 Their subjects, strong and frail. 
 
 Together stretched beneath the sod 
 Where equal rights prevail. 
 
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No class distinction there is known, 
 
 They all together sleep ; 
 The rich and poor, the wise and fool. 
 
 No serf to toil and weep. 
 
 How often on this weedy turf 
 
 Their deeds we fail to see. 
 Their onward march with weary steps 
 
 To freedom's jubilee. 
 
 Their struggles prompt us, teach, unfold, 
 
 A lesson true to life; 
 Yes, something good, I truly ween, 
 
 To mitigate our strife. 
 
 What should we gather from the past ? 
 
 A question ever new ; 
 The good, of course, the answer be. 
 
 The only treasure, too. 
 
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Leave all the false, impure and b?.d, 
 
 In darkness buried safe ; ^ 
 Leave every creed and doctrine wrong 
 
 To perish in the grave. 
 
 Leave all which leads to woe and fear, 
 With sunshine fill thy soul, 
 
 And scatter smiles of love and truth, 
 As ages onward roll. 
 
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THE HEAVENLY TWINS 
 
 The Heavenly Twins are two noted person- 
 ages, sitting on two shining thrones, each view- 
 ing independently the condition of the earth. 
 They are known as ''The Man in the Moon" and 
 "The Man in the Snn." Their stories are re- 
 spectively as follows, to-wit: 
 
 THE MAN IN THE MOON 
 
 As twilight deepened around the wings of 
 night, the man in the moon rode in his blazing 
 chariot up the purple horizon, which melted into 
 a soft blue as he swept onward, leaving streaks 
 of silver and gold behind. His hoary head loomed 
 brilliantly as he cast his big e,yes upon the earth 
 with a stern, reflective look. Rolling through 
 the heavens with a steady motion, his staring 
 eyes grew more intense and penetrating. He 
 flung his flaming lances over the blue vault 
 
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of the sky ; Ms cheeks flushed and his streaming 
 locks filled the firmament with celestial splen- 
 dor. 
 
 Growing uneasy, he whipped his vojal steeds 
 into a burning whiteness and dashed through a 
 black cloud like a meteor. As he landed on the 
 opposite side in an open sea of briglit azure, he 
 shone with the luster of Venus, and magically 
 poured a flood of Heavenly advice down the deep 
 blue, proclaiming in a silvery phraseology: 
 ''From time immemorial I have made my regu- 
 lar journeys around the earth in ni}' blazing ve- 
 hicle for the purpose of guiding you during the 
 dark and treacherous night. I have spread my 
 dazzling beams over cities and valleys; I have 
 blazed the track of rich and poor ; I have never 
 quenched the flame of my lamp on any occasion 
 or at any place. Notwithstanding the long 
 
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stretch of years, I have done just as my Father 
 told me when He sent me into space on His 
 mighty arm of gravitation, namely, to shine at 
 night. 
 
 ' ' In my revolutions around your globe for mil- 
 lions of years I have had occasion to see many 
 queer and interesting things. Often have. I 
 gazed with joy and glory in my soul at the prog- 
 ress of evolution ; often have I hoped to see the 
 summit of perfection, the union of heart and 
 hand in the mighty realm of divine forces. But, 
 alas ! as my chariot rolled over fields of celestial 
 serenity, it plunged, now and then, into deep and 
 black shadows, where bold conspirators inces- 
 santly worked on gigantic schemes to upset the 
 equilibrium of the whole creation." 
 
 He paused for a moment, watched the steady 
 motion of his steeds, then turned his staring eyes 
 earthward again, gazing in an attitude of deep 
 meditation. "I have a story to tell you," he re- 
 
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sumed. deliberate!}^, growing intense and earnest 
 as he proceeded. "Long, long ago, the mighty 
 Creator of all things, my Father, your Father, 
 and everybody's Father, had planned for the ad- 
 vent of man on the earth. He called forth from 
 the bosom of His own soul a certain species of 
 plants, which, with the flow of time, blossomed, 
 changed, unfolded, beautified. From the same 
 source He wrung the fishes and other animals 
 of an infei'ior type, which also evolved into high- 
 er forms. He breathed intelligence into every 
 living tiling, an intelligence which expanded and 
 penetrated into every molecule. 
 
 ''Man sprang into existence by slow degrees, 
 unfolded and broadened, became the master of 
 brute force and the highest form of living creat- 
 ures. God has been generous with this peculiar 
 composition called man. He has moulded his 
 form in the crucible of beaut}^ and grace; He 
 
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has batlied his soul in the sunshine of intelli- 
 gence and reason; He has oj^ened the gates of 
 heaven and unlocked the vault of sublimity and 
 rapture for his enjoyment and pleasure. But 
 how has this creature called man appropriated 
 nature 's luxurious gifts ? 
 
 ''Perdition! my heart aches as I listen to the 
 different nucleus of bald-headed schemers, coun- 
 selling among themselves to violate every law; 
 plan to burst the links of mutual affiliation and 
 to loosen the golden clasp of eternal affinity 
 which unite man and God into one. I have tried 
 to refrain from giving expression to my view, 
 but whereas, I see before me the highest form of 
 nature throw aside the sunbeams of reason and 
 wisdom, and, like apes, sip from the bowl of ig- 
 norance the poisonous juice of superstition, egot- 
 ism and greed, I can no longer remain silent. 
 
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**Have you not heard the voice of truth whis- 
 per into your ears ? Have you not observed the 
 fact that nature is subjected to laws? Why do 
 you not seek to live in harmony with natural 
 forces? To every action there is an equal re- 
 action. This law penetrates the depth of the 
 universe and operates in the ethical as well as in 
 the physical realm. ' ' 
 
 A black cloud swei)t over the face of the moon 
 and the old man turned his attention to the com- 
 pass. As he regained a fair view of the earth 
 he renewed his philosophical discourse with in- 
 creased fervor: "I admire," he stated resolute- 
 ly, "the good and noble, the pure and sublime ; I 
 adore the man or woman whose heart flows out 
 for the purification of society and the unfold- 
 ment of mankind. Everyone, young and old, 
 weak and strong, has a mission to perform, a 
 dutv to make life sweeter and better on the earth 
 
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as well as beyond the grave. You are imbued 
 and surrounded with the breath of God, the laws 
 of nature are working in every tissue of your 
 body, in the sap of the pine, in the soft blushes 
 of the rose, in everything, everywhere. Joy, 
 health and happiness are qualities radiating 
 from the harmonious working of divine forces in 
 nature. The hypocrite, the murderer, the slave 
 of materialism should be pitied. They are ig- 
 norant of their low plane and incapable of ap- 
 preciating the higher and more divine forces, 
 emanating from the unf athomed depth of eternal 
 love and sympathy." 
 
 His bright eyes swept over the surface of the 
 earth, peeped into the royal palaces and the lower 
 dives of the big cities. He shook his majestic 
 locks and a fresh volley burst from his burning 
 lips. "I hear with a painful sensation," he em- 
 phasized warmly, ''the shouts of ranting trum- 
 
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peters, advocates of dogmas, boosters of political 
 parties and pipers of savage patriotism. Brush 
 away the false and harbor the true. Examine 
 the operation of nature; study the problem of 
 life, and listen to the voice of God in the tumbling 
 waterfalls, in the dashing waves of the ocean, in 
 the whispering leaves of the laurel, in the tender 
 melodies of the thrush. How do the birds in the 
 forest worship their Creator ? Listen to the soft 
 and sweet flow of music on the treetop as the 
 sun sinks below the golden horizon in the west? 
 Does the nightingale weave together traditional 
 superstition for his faith, or does he drink from 
 the inspiring bowl of God? Watch the gentle 
 smiles of the lily as the sunbeams kiss its blos- 
 som, transfiguring it into a blushing crown of 
 silver and gold. Observe the joy and harmony 
 everywhere ; study how delicately everything is 
 attuned to natural laws; unbosom your souls; 
 
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read the book of nature. God revealed in the 
 Holy Writ is also singing and smiling in the 
 beauty of nature. The aj^pearance of Jesus 
 Christ was a revelation of God's wonderful 
 plan. Cease to quarrel about moss-bearded 
 creeds; unite your energy for the discovery 
 of truth and wisdom embodied in the handi- 
 work of God, the forces of universal intel- 
 ligence. Unlock the current of loA^e, and scatter 
 far and wide the enchanted tendrils of fellow- 
 ship. 
 
 ''As I listen to your prattle on protection and 
 patriotism my heart throbs with anger. I appre- 
 ciate your sacred reverence for home; I glory 
 in the love you manifest for your country ; but I 
 abhor your disregard and littleness directed 
 against your fellow brothers across the boundary 
 line. Watch the birds, notice how happily thej^ 
 mingle in all the climes of the globe. Their lan- 
 
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giiage is one, their music a harmonious flow of 
 love and universal sympathy. How does your 
 mingling compare with the winged angels of 
 the air?" 
 
 The old man shook his hoary head into a 
 streaming halo of snow, as he speeded hurriedly 
 towards the zenith, renewing his dissertation 
 with increasing force. "My heart burns," he 
 exclaimed irascibly, "when I meditate upon 
 God's own offspring. I have seen the bud of 
 reason and the bloom of philosophic instinct up- 
 rooted and heaved into the grave by the cold 
 hand of prejudice; I have seen the nightmare of 
 superstition spreading her dark wings upon the 
 pearl-set blooms of truth and love ; I have seen 
 the dogmatic advocate with his shining blade 
 stabbing the hoary expounder of philosophy and 
 wisdom. 
 
 ' ' How dearly I loved old Socrates ! How often 
 
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I have shed dazzling beams to illumine the streets 
 of Athens, when the brave sage stood barefooted 
 in the midst of a dense multitude unfolding the 
 maxim of moral conduct and the philosophy of 
 life ! But, ah ! how did the self-styled potentates, 
 wielding the scepter of government, receive his 
 ringing messages of wisdom and truth. Their 
 prejudice was enkindled, their ignorance intensi- 
 fied; superstition became their plausible ex- 
 cuse ; the hemlock was prepared, and the daunt- 
 less interpreter of the laws of nature drank the 
 cup of death and fell into an untimely grave. 
 
 '^ Socrates is not the onl}^ one who sleeps in 
 the dust a martyr of thought and freedom. Nay, 
 a long train of brilliant stars bends over the 
 horizon of your civilization. Blood and tears 
 are flowing down the gorges of human greed, 
 selfishness and vice. How can a man of thought 
 and heart remain silent through untold ages? 
 
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Constantly a panorama of crime has spread out 
 before my eyes. I have seen kings and mon- 
 arclis crawl under the veil of religion to slaugh- 
 ter their fellow brothers; I have seen innocent 
 men and women, faithful to justice, true to their 
 honest conviction, burned at the stake under the 
 guise of God's will; I have seen bald-headed age 
 with one foot in church and the other in the grave 
 at midnight's silent hour, scheming, working, to 
 gain possession of the whole earth; I have seen 
 homes ruined and children thrown on the arms 
 of mercy by heartless fossils, who figure as moral 
 lights and counselors of the people; I have seen 
 the lawmaker join hands with the pulpit orator 
 in sanctioning the establishment of houses of ill- 
 fame; I have seen the young girl, the bloom of 
 the household, torn from the bosom of a loving 
 mother and heaved into the den of prostitution ; 
 I have seen the young man, the pride of the fire- 
 
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side, dragged into the gilded hall of infam,v; I 
 have seen the future pillars of every nation — 
 young girls and boys — led to ruin by the gviudy 
 peacocks of society with the full consent of hoary 
 monsters, entrusted with the scepter of control." 
 It was now after midnight, and the old man 
 hurriedly drove his brilliant steeds down the 
 heavens. He cast his burning eyes once more 
 upon the earth and proclaimed in a firm accen- 
 tuation: ''Before I bid you farewell, permit me 
 to promulgate my views. My declaration comes 
 from the heart, hence I speak without hesita- 
 tion. Listen ! You are depressing and repelling 
 the spirit of your Creator and violating the laws 
 of your own being. You are burning the es- 
 sence of your own happiness by cultivating the 
 weeds of prejudice ; you are driving sunshine out 
 of your own bosoms by fostering superstitious 
 creeds ; you are trimming the wings of your own 
 
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prosperit}^ by retaliation. Banish your vanity 
 for the amalgamation and upbuilding of the hu- 
 man race. God has drawn no line of distinction. 
 You are all the offspring of the same stem. Ex- 
 tricate the impediment of the different tongues, 
 which has a tendenc}^ to alienate and freeze the 
 current of sympathy. Language is an instru- 
 mentality by which you convey your thoughts 
 and should be universal. Uproot the tendrils of 
 selfishness and greed and extend the hand of 
 brotherhood to the weak and helpless. Read the 
 book of nature, as well as the bible, seek the 
 shades of the pine for the presence of God, and 
 listen to the voices of angels in the tinkling brook. 
 Heaven is everj^where. God is within — the ego 
 of the soul." 
 
 As the old man had delivered his proclama- 
 tion, he rolled down the horizon in his silver ve- 
 hicle and disappeared. 
 
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THE MAN IN THE SUN 
 
 The flowers in the meadows were studded with 
 diamonds; the trees in the forest were tingling 
 with the music of singing birds. The heaven 
 above spread out in a deep blue ; here and there 
 w^ere shades of purple. Streaks of silver were 
 shooting up from the horizon, then a halo, with 
 morning greetings, rose beyond the hills. The 
 ocean was breathing softly, on its bosom lay a 
 quivering flush of gold. The man in the sun 
 ascended in his burning vehicle. He cast his 
 beaming eyes over hills and valleys and cheered 
 the earth with his smiles. 
 
 A'fter meditating for a while he burst into a 
 blazing and earnest discourse, saying, "I think 
 you like my appearance, but only a small num- 
 ber at the present time will appreciate my teach- 
 ing. My eyes are far-reaching and I can see a 
 long distance ahead. The future is to me an 
 open book. I can see the mistakes that God's 
 
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cliildren have made, but I have not come to criti- 
 cise. I suppose you know that I have tried to 
 cheer your hearts in the past, and I shall also 
 be glad to do so in the future. As I am. willing 
 to let my beams fall on good and bad, on rich and 
 poor, I hope yon will consider my advice and 
 teaching. They will help you to cut short many 
 angry turns in your onward walk. It is through 
 experience and instruction that the human race 
 is evolving. You have now reached the stage in 
 evolution wdiere instruction plaj^s an important 
 part. I can see the golden peak in the distance 
 and will blaze the way with my beams, if you 
 will follow me. Remember, however, that you 
 have to leave many things behind to enable you 
 to climb the rugged hillsides; you will have to 
 leave your bad habits, your x)rejudice and small- 
 ness ; your foolish creeds and dogmas. Remem- 
 ber this: You will have to be so broad, liberal. 
 
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flexible and loving tliat you can extend a wel- 
 come hand to friend and foe alike. God is every- 
 where. Seek to understand the laws that govern 
 the universe and you will know God's methods of 
 operation. You will have to abandon old notions 
 for the good of all, which I know you will do, as 
 you are growing broader and better from year 
 to year." 
 
 He gazed toward the zenith with flaming eyes. 
 He grew more and more philosophic as he rolled 
 in his chariot across the heaven, flinging his lov- 
 ing smiles earthward. He articulated instinct- 
 ively: "The people on earth have just com- 
 menced to open their eyes. The}^ are growing 
 broader, and their future is bright. They will 
 soon see what God intended them to do. Before 
 entering, however, the deep sea of full under- 
 standing, they will have to pass through many 
 hard struggles. The Orient and the Occident 
 
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wil> clash, owing to race feeling, to territorial 
 possessions, political and connnercial relations. 
 The struggle will be fierce, but the outcome good. 
 There are three great things that God will bring 
 about on this earth, namely, a universal lan- 
 guage, a universal government and universal 
 peace. 
 
 ''A universal language is the prime requisite. 
 The great obstacle to a universal government 
 and universal peace is the estrangement of the 
 people, caused principally by the bewilderment 
 of the many languages in use. It is necessary 
 to have a univeisal language to establish uni- 
 versal fellowship. National hatred must be 
 wiped out. A universal language will help to 
 do it. 
 
 "Listen! with the onward march of progress, 
 I want you to recognize the fact, regardless of 
 
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birthplace, that all of you are the offspring of 
 the same imi)artial God, subjected to the same 
 natural laws, therefore, unite in fellowship and 
 friendship." 
 
 His brilliant eyes beamed with sympathy as 
 he rolled steadily westward through a deep blue 
 sky. Streaks of gold and silver gathered around 
 his burning car. He gazed earthward and be- 
 held the earthly conditions. 
 
 In firm and earnest accents he uttered: ''Be- 
 fore I bid you goodbye I want to impress on your 
 minds clearly and vividly these words: 'Always 
 remember that God's will is the guiding 
 power.' " 
 
 These were his last words. 
 
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AT POULSBO BAY 
 
 The ocean waves are softly ringing, 
 
 The wildwoods pant with sweetness rare, 
 With tender voice the birds are singing, 
 And mnsic trembles throngh the air. 
 Inspired with glee. 
 Which fills the lea 
 At Poulsbo bay. 
 
 The soul of happiness is smiling, 
 
 When morning bursts on pearl-set wing ; 
 And hillocks laugh with joy beguiling. 
 While plumage songsters sweetly sing 
 Their freedom's air 
 In sunshine fair 
 At Poulsbo bay. 
 
 And jingle, tingle, chiming, singing, 
 
 The wavelets roll with jubilee ; 
 The echoes ring, and chiming, ringing, 
 And breezes waft around in glee, 
 Afar and near 
 The heart to cheer 
 At Poulsbo bay. 
 
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IN GOD WE DWELL 
 
 Ring out ye harps with love and truth, 
 On Earth, in Sea and Heaven blue ; 
 
 And God uncurtain to our grasp. 
 The God impartial, firm and true. 
 
 Is Hell a den of many looks. 
 And Heaven, too, a part of all? 
 
 O mighty Soul! unfold and smile. 
 With God divine we stand or fall. 
 
 O death! a change from night to morn. 
 Which leads to sweeter, purer life, 
 
 As on we pass to higher planes 
 
 By each succeeding hope and strife. 
 
 Yes, God in man and man in God 
 
 Through life or death on either shore. 
 
 On either shore in arms divine, 
 We dwell forever, evermore. 
 
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THE BALTIC SCRIBE 
 
 By the Baltic rolling sea, 
 On the Finnish shore, 
 Lived an old, sagacious scribe, 
 In the days of yore. 
 Silver locks were streaming 
 Like a halo gleaming- 
 Down his furrowed face. 
 Marked with grief and grace. 
 With a bright and mellow glow, 
 Firm in spirit true. 
 Burned his gentle, beaming eyes. 
 Deep in color blue. 
 
 In his throbbing bosom lay 
 Thoughts of right and wrong, 
 Tyranny w^hich fiercely reigned 
 Moved his pen along. 
 For his little journal 
 Words of truth eternal 
 
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He inspiring wrote 
 
 In a metric note, 
 
 Which with freedom sparkle, burn, 
 
 Burning evermore, 
 
 In the hearts of young and old. 
 
 On the Baltic shore. 
 
 Across the land, o'er hills and fragrant lea. 
 His stanzas flew with hope of liberty. 
 The sons of Finland, patriotic, brave, 
 The ringing message soon expression gave. 
 Their love grew warmer, more intense and keen 
 Till freedom blossomed in their hearts serene. 
 Alas! their hope, imbued with sacred jo}^. 
 The Bear now sought with saber to destroy ; 
 For he had planned his country to extend 
 And blood and death to him sweet pleasure lend. 
 
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With bowed head the scribe with pen in liand 
 Was driven from his home and nativ-e land. 
 His little shop, his leaden types and press, 
 With which he songht injustice to redress, 
 Were to the flames with rousing jubilee 
 Unquestioned heaved to mock his liberty. 
 With fettered hands an easy prey he fell 
 To waste away within a dungeon cell. 
 No more to see his wife and children dear, 
 His native land, his friends afar and near. 
 
 Shackles on his hands and feet, 
 
 Like a criminal. 
 
 Sat the old sagacious scribe 
 
 In a dungeon cell. 
 
 Time and fury keeping, 
 
 Wife and children weeping 
 
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On the Finnish soil, 
 Where they wont to toil. 
 Homeless, helj)less and forlorn, 
 Victims forced, to yield 
 To the soldiers' brntal rage 
 On the bloody field. 
 
 Brokenhearted, helpless, lost, 
 
 Prayers rose in vain, 
 
 Mercy failed to calm the rage, 
 
 To besoothe the pain. 
 
 Brutes in soldiers'- glory, 
 
 Heaven knows the story, 
 
 Seized the victims, young and old. 
 
 All unheeded fell. 
 
 While the scribe with shackles bound 
 
 Reveled in his cell. 
 
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TRIBUTE TO LEIF ERIKSON 
 
 Deep in tliought he gazed around, 
 Ocean waves were rolling, 
 
 Breezes fanned his cherished hope, 
 Set his fancy strolling. 
 
 Like a sailor scenting storm, 
 Filled with daring notion, 
 
 Stood the Viking, Leif the Bra v^e, 
 Bj the rock-bound ocean. 
 
 Land beyond the salt,y sea, 
 Flowery plains and wildwood, 
 
 Spread a picture to his view. 
 In his early childhood. 
 
 Mischief brooding on the deep. 
 Clouds in mad commotion 
 
 Tilled his soul with bold exploits 
 On the stormy ocean. 
 
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With a crew of fearless men, 
 Wont to ocean faring, 
 
 Gallantly he westward sailed 
 With undaunted daring*. 
 
 'to- 
 
 At the helm he firmly stood, 
 "Onward," he proclaiming; 
 
 Temi)ests sweeping o'er the sea 
 Set his eyes aflaming. 
 
 In the distance he beheld 
 Hillocks clad with wildwood, 
 
 Streamlets leaping through the \^ales, 
 Like in dreams of childhood. 
 
 "Vinland," he proclaimed with joy, 
 Land that he was seeking, 
 
 On the shore across the sea, 
 Leif, the Northland Viking. 
 
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TRIBUTE TO JENNY LIND 
 
 Oft Avo hailed the joy and gladness 
 
 At the golden dawn serene, 
 When the nightingale was singing 
 
 In the forest fresh and green. 
 Natnre then with raptnre tvemhled, 
 
 Music flowed divine along 
 To besoothe our restless feeling 
 
 By the magic thrill of song. 
 Song that cheered us, 
 Moved and filled us. 
 Filled us with a joy serene, 
 Sweet and tender on the green. 
 
 As oin* thoughts enchanted wander. 
 
 Like the listless ocean crests. 
 Then a longing keen and tender 
 
 Steals into our throbbing breasts. 
 Friends departed gently prompt us, 
 
 Those who cheered the toiling throng. 
 
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Those who strewed our path with roses, 
 Filled our souls with joy and song. 
 Song that cheered us, 
 Moved and filled us. 
 Made our life serene and sweet. 
 When our hearts despondent beat. 
 
 Oft our e3^es grow soft and dew}". 
 
 When the past returns to view. 
 When the pure and good inspire us 
 
 With a greeting kind and true. 
 With a greeting of remembrance, 
 
 Teeming with the joy of yore. 
 Like the mellow notes of Jenny, 
 
 Jenny Lind forevermore. 
 
 Song that cheered us. 
 Moved and filled us. 
 With her soul divine and free. 
 With her joy and jubilee. 
 
 Sweet as thrushes' magic fluting 
 
 On the treetops in the lea. 
 Or the nightingale's deep clarion, 
 
 Trilled her voice with jubilee ; 
 
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Rich in music as the brooklet, 
 
 Warbling through the meadow greeii, 
 Fell her silver notes so tender 
 From her lips with joy serene. 
 Song that cheered us, 
 Moved and filled us. 
 Filled our hearts to overflow 
 In the daj^s of long ago. 
 
 Melodies which sweetly trembled 
 From her lips with jubilee 
 Were not all which graced her being, 
 Made her known from sea to sea. 
 In her bosom Virtue caroled, 
 
 Love and truth did ever glide 
 With her mellow strains of gladness 
 Like the fragrant-breathing tide. 
 Song that cheered us. 
 Moved and filled us. 
 As she onward smiling bore, 
 Svea's darling evermore. 
 
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SPRING NYMPH 
 
 She comes in March on fragrant wing, 
 
 On fragrant wing, 
 The magic nymph with joy of spring, 
 
 Witli joy of spring. 
 
 She lays her lips on snow-clad peaks, 
 
 On snow-clad peaks. 
 And streamlets roll adown their cheeks, 
 
 Adown their cheeks. 
 
 She northward drives the chilly breeze. 
 
 The chilly breeze. 
 With tonches warm o'er land and seas, 
 
 O 'er land and seas. 
 
 She paints the lea afar and near, 
 
 Afar and near. 
 In color green, enchanting, clear. 
 
 Enchanting, clear. 
 
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The meadows to lier calling bloom, 
 
 Her calling bloom, 
 And skies above with fragrance loom, 
 
 With fragrance loom. 
 
 She makes the saj) run up the trees, 
 
 Run up the trees, 
 The sun to wake the honey-bees, 
 
 The honey-bees. 
 
 She makes the birds on treetops green. 
 
 On treetops green. 
 To shake with song divine, serene. 
 
 Divine, serene. 
 
 Outdoors she calls the maidens fair. 
 
 The maidens fair. 
 The young and old her joy to share, 
 
 Her joy to share. 
 
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Her witcheiy the glebe beguiles, 
 
 The glebe beguiles, 
 And sprouting corn abroadcast lies, 
 
 Abroadcast lies. 
 
 She makes the groves of fir and pine, 
 
 Of fir and pine, 
 To burst in bloom like eglantine, 
 
 Like eglantine. 
 
 When sunshine bids the sunnner sway. 
 
 The summer sway, 
 She blesses all and flits away, 
 
 And flits away. 
 
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IN THE COUNTRY 
 
 Take me, take me to the old, old home, 
 
 In the country, 
 Where the deer and elk so fondly roam. 
 
 In the country. 
 Where the full-blown rose Avith fragrance bends, 
 And the mellow horn enchantment lends, 
 
 In the country. 
 
 In the country. 
 
 Let me sit where rivers swiftly roll, 
 
 In the country. 
 With bewitching voice to cheer my soul, 
 
 In the country. 
 Let me sip the joy that thrushes spill 
 On the morning twilight fresh and still. 
 
 In the country. 
 
 In the country. 
 
 221 
 
'Twas there on the homestead far aAvay, 
 
 In the country, 
 That I heard the harp of nature play, 
 
 In the country, 
 'Twas there by the sea in days of youth 
 That the voice of love my soul did soothe, 
 
 In the country. 
 
 In the country. 
 
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AROUND THE OLD HEARTH 
 
 Tlfe willows have stiffened, their l^ranches are 
 
 leafless, 
 Aucl lonely they stand on the l^ank of the river. 
 The monarch of winter is wielding his scepter, 
 With hands that are shivering, cold as the north- 
 pole. 
 The brooklets are weaving their borders of silver, 
 And icicles hang like the swords of the Romans. 
 December appears and the heaven is sprinkled 
 With spangles of lead ; from its bosom is falling, 
 So graceful the snowflakes, and sail down the 
 
 deep blue. 
 The pine and the hemlock are draped with a 
 
 mantle 
 Of white as they stand on the hillside in silence. 
 Beholding the splendor adorning the landscape. 
 When Yuletide approaches, the steeds and the 
 urchins 
 
 223 
 

 Are heard on the highway with bells that are 
 
 ringing 
 Clear as the brooklet that warbles in springtime. 
 The hearth now is blazing with comfort that 
 
 pleases 
 And maidens are chatting around it delighted 
 With swains of their liking who came from a 
 
 distance 
 To woo and to win them as sweethearts in wed- 
 lock. 
 And smiling serenely the basket of apples 
 The housewife is bringing to sweeten their pleas- 
 ure. 
 All, little they care for the wind which is raging, 
 The fury which falls from his lips as lie whistles. 
 Exalted in hope at the hearth they are chatting, 
 So cheerful and happy the swains with their 
 sweethearts. 
 
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HUNTING MAMMA 
 
 Little Jennie Lee was lonely, 
 
 Lonely playing on the lawn, 
 So she went to look for mainina 
 
 At the setting of the sun. 
 Mamnia who had left her darling 
 
 Many, many years before. 
 With a smile as she departed 
 
 For the happy, golden shore. 
 
 Gazing round she wept in silence, 
 
 Toddled weeping to the sea, 
 Which outspreads below the homestead 
 
 By the fragrant, verdant lea. 
 Standing weary on the seashore, 
 
 Gazing, gazing, far and near. 
 Where she heard a gentle whisper, 
 
 ''O my Jennie, darling dear." 
 
 225 
 
'Twas her mamma 's voice so tender, 
 
 Wafting, wafting, to her ear. 
 'Twas her voice which gently whispered, 
 
 "O my Jennie, darling dear." 
 Little Jennie Lee responded 
 
 Brokenhearted by the sea: 
 "Mamma, mamma, I am lonelj^; 
 
 Mamma, come and play with me?" 
 
 To her lips, with gladness trembling. 
 
 Came a sweet and tender kiss. 
 'Twas her mamma's gentle presence 
 
 Bringing love and Heaven's bliss. 
 "Darling Jennie, don't yon worry," 
 
 Said her mannna, sweet and clear, 
 "I am with yon late and early. 
 
 Watching you, my darling dear." 
 
 226 
 
Little Jennie smiled delighted, 
 
 Whispered low in childish tone, 
 ''Mamma, come for I mnst hnny, 
 
 Papa is at home alone. ' ' 
 "Darling dear," her mamma answered, 
 
 ' ' Tell yonr papa, kind and true, 
 Tell him, dear, that I am watching, 
 
 Tending, watching, all of you." 
 
 Smiling still she stood and listened, 
 
 Gazing at the waning day, 
 "Mamma dear," again she whispered, 
 
 "Come and go with me I pray?" 
 "Darling, don't yon fret," she answered, 
 
 "I am with you evermore. 
 Tell your papa that I love him, 
 
 Love him truly as before." 
 
 227 
 
So, again she kissed her darling, 
 
 In a happy, sweet adieu, 
 Then in accents soft she told her, 
 
 "Jennie, dear, be good and true. 
 Tell your papa that I love him, 
 
 Love him truly as before. 
 Tell him we shall meet in Heaven, 
 
 There to mingle evermore. ' ' 
 
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TIME 
 
 On thy broad wings I sail, 
 O aggravating time ! 
 
 As ages onward speed 
 To higher, nobler clime. 
 
 How oft thy cheeks I hugged, 
 When tears were flowing fast. 
 
 But chilly smiles thou gave 
 To heal my wounded breast. 
 
 With thee I toss, O time ! 
 
 On wings of cunning charms. 
 Through gulfs unknown for aye, 
 
 In nature's mighty arms. 
 
 229 
 
SPRING HILL 
 
 I know a place where roses bloom, 
 
 Not far away, 
 I knoAV a place where fountains flow 
 
 In sunshine gay. 
 Majestic, grand. Spring Hill outspreads 
 
 Where ripples roll 
 Across the bosom of the deep 
 
 To cheer the soul. 
 'Twas there the wildwoods laid their shades 
 
 Upon the shore, 
 When Amunds came to build his home 
 
 In days of jove. 
 'Twas there he swung with brawny arms — 
 
 O pioneer! 
 The axe which made the hillocks ring 
 
 With music clear. 
 He banished by his sturdy stroke 
 
 The forest gloom; 
 
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He made the rugged grove and lea 
 
 To burst in bloom. 
 And like a hero, brave and true, 
 
 He passed away. 
 And on his tomb a fragrant wreath 
 
 His friends did lay. 
 Spring Hill with blossoms fresh and green 
 
 Adores his name, 
 And fountains babbling sweet with song 
 
 His deeds j)roclaim. 
 So, sleep in peace — O pioneer ! 
 
 Beyond the sea, 
 A fond remembrance fills our souls 
 
 With thoughts of thee. 
 
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