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A JAtNT ALONG THE RIVER
ROUGE.
BACK TO NATURE.
(     ACK to nature," we smiling said, we two
B   Who lazed and loitered all that autumn
day
In full content along the river's edge,
Whose witers rippled silver'neath the boughs,
With just the faintest murmur in their flow.
We plucked the purple lobes from wreathing
vines,
In tangles wild the regal asters grew,
And o'er the marsh the mallows spilled theirgold.
A calm, still day, with softest veiling haze, -
The toilers busy midst the rustling corn,
T'hat gleamed like wigwams along the rounded
hills,
Where chirped the lazy crickets in the sun.
The silent leaf that left the crimson thorn,
The traces still of blooms we dearly loved
With miles on miles in banks of yellowing fern
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In woodland glades, where soft sun harmonies
Made all that care-free day most beautiful.
So slipped the rosary of joyous hours
T'ill sunset spread a cloth of shining gold
Across the shoulders of the drowsy hills
And touched the placid stream with level rays.
Soft-purple shadows trod the heels of day;
Night settled down and showed the steadfast ~
stars.
We then the drift-wood heaped and lit the flame,
And feasted then on maize and luscious fruits.
A frugal meal partaken of with zest.
''Then laid us down upon the soft, warm earth;
The night made vocal with the insects' call,
And thru it all anon came tinkles faint
Of far-off bells to us at peace beneath the
stars.          WINFiELD L. SCOTT.
()ctober, 1906.



THE JAUNT.
T   HE mellow 'aof the wildwood whkn
The music-        -    tuned in our ears,
And the music lured like a si4r s o~  ~
Friend Scott and I, with anxious hearts,
And ears,1ike Indians);close to the sounding
ground,
To catch theimnossy-cushioned tread of the
unrestrained,
Heard freedom's far-off        "   l
And so one golden day in autum's glow  k
We left the dust and noise of the reckless town,
Where life and limb become the daily prey
Of modern. Juggernauts, whose rubber wheels,
Silent as a panther's tread and hungry eyes
agleam,
Creep cruelly ipon their unsuspecting
victinmsAith honk and screech
Ait4crunch their ei bones and scatter sacred
flesh along the painful pave;
Where ignorant poverty bovws its fawninig face
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To ignorant power; where business makes
believe that plunder-jrt wisdom' 4roves;
And toil, with aching, breakingl y k, loaded
With parasites, groans in t-    shadows
Of its own foolish folly   in ied-up
boxes, small and mean,
When the beckoning land cries full-throated for
fellowship,
Shhere        hands may yield a worthy life,
Tho the law has usurious hands about its struggling neck..
Ere long we leave the scooting car,
With its clang and clatter, its roar and racket,
Like an orchestra of hell, i-Fti-C
A -    Meem'e M-, we come into a peaceful
vale,     Jfg   y
Its sides 4 fwith variegated reds and greens
and browns, nature's kaleidoscope,
Frank autumn hues put on with nature's-_
'i.    -... s brush,
W'here sylvan silence softl),  Ies contentment in embrace.
In a shady nook, close to the rippling water's
glint, we sit.



Witihin  an  ell a serpent  \"y sllies
lnte the stream and sm-nids a SThudderii-g chill
Ad own my spinal ne'ves! for never yet
Have I o'ercomne  ti1  child- '  IS 11a', Satan's
Form is serp2ntine, and min-rtal cmin'y to man
A    his never-endIn i m-s io
Ssassy chimu: k spotuts his braZen protest
At intrusion unintentional.
Along the Rouge's sinuous banks
Our faithful feet cross fallow fields,
rAnd fields replete withll fxoodfor man and beast;
Lactif    lowlands purveying munching cows;
Saintly-visaged en es and lambs with lovely eyes
That look like      mo        T, '^~ns
So tender, good and free from guile,  44
\ Almost to prompt the kindly wish t  ant anew
Their lusterous kindliness -  uman/rewr
we wot well of;
And stern-eyed ramins, whose threatening horns
And stamping hoofs give evidence of fioght
potential;
And a gentle mother horse with generations
three,
WVho follow close for friendnship's sake;
And rugged ridges bristling with brambles thick,
Whose prickly points resent the ruthless ways
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Of urbanites ond  pleasurel bent,--'
Ah! what relief from narrow walls
That hem within the city's heat and grime
And irk with work unnatural and vain,
S    And shu        the godly good of sun and air
id  liberty!
Upon the Rouge's balmy b  s,  /
Where once  tei, u.-- fnsullied by the white
man's guile and civil plunderings,
Lit his wigwam fires and wooed his wildwood
bride,
SWe lay our listless lengths along,
Flat on our backs, and thru the leafy tracery
S   Against the lucid sky we gaze and dream.
We watch the wooly clouds move mopingly,
Like tired sheep upon a sultry day,
And when the jading journey's sweat runs
rivulets
Adown the heated spine we plunge
Into the tinted flood that gives the stream its
reddish name
And fresh the thews for further jaunt.
'  h.. e while I lie upon uywiwd back in sunny
sand,
Like infant innocence on mother's breast,



My jocund friend in art  fun
Shoots shots of shadows of my Apofe form
Upon tell-tale films, tes which to ornament his
wicked den,
As with grim trophies of the chase,
And shock the Grundys into feinting faints.
At Duboisville, a drowsy hamlet near the
u.,1)  streamlet's side,
We while a word with Farrington,
A rugged habitant of this hoary-headed town,
A cross-roads sage full of cornstalk filosofy,
Who smooths the way with unctious words.
And then we lounge upon a modern bridge
below the crooning mill
That sings its madrigals in plaintive tones,
*  As an aged bard of ancient days           4
Bewailing the dizzyness of modern wa,
And village maidens pass with smn  and greetings filled with rural fell ship.
A"*-ýýýto us, ni stranger   ey,---
As strangers have no  f   it n their souls
And pass one by as floating icebergs in northern seas.
The moistening mouth, nature's unerring
regulator,
Tells us 'tis time to break our hungry fast,
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And so beneath a friendly willow's languid limbs
We sit upon the sod and jaw our frugal fare.
And then again we jog along, in God's own
O'er bog and hu      d filds, thru brake,
Amid the crackling corn that  the workers
well
And wave their yellow flags at us,
And in the dusty road that winds and weaves
Along the most inviting ways with serpent sinuosity,
And guides our feet to where a feeder of the
nation whiles his life in humble toil
And simple motherhood breeds a /lom race.
We here enjoy the wheezy pump's refreshing tin,
And rural hospitality fills full our bags with fruit.  (
We leave a pleasing word for family and dog
And follow whimsey's random way.
Up the tiring hill we go, and down the pushing
Ssummit's side,
IWtween the wire fences' stabbing barbs,
And over fences green with age and weak with
weather-wasted stamina,,.
Whose builders long ago have paid in  t
mold, pound for pound,
The debt which nature laid upon their lives.



A lonely lane, as silently as Chimborazo's topmost peak,
Leads up to Boden's well-kept yard,
Where, in social nearness, chum abodes for
man and beastAn old brick home, cozy, low and rambling,
neatly care in every nook,
I And bursting barns, and stables trim and clean.
Here kingly cocks aplume their sway,
And swine and kine commune in peaceful comradeship,
A lesson learning the human crowd,
Who grab and hoard in greediness, when    A       i, /
plenty's hands,
In deai if generosity, keep doling out with
g never-ending stintlessness.
Across the rolling stubble field we gain the
wood.
With admiiration nigh unto cupidity wejg aze
With a~ast eyes at fairy landscapes toil and  '
nature wrought.
Low in the teeming vale winds like a wriggling
worm
The pregnant stream we left a meager while ago,
Where lazy kine knee deep into its limpid luxury
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Demonstrate wisdom over man byýAetehe~eiz-,       ing long their noonday meal,
Busy hurry being stranger to their polity.
S   Dotting the hillside sward lie cozy cottages in
J "       restful ease,
Like~rst lilies fair upon a leisure-billowed sea,
And round about big-bellied barns of red,
SWith,eWe   rods to keep the lightning off,
"*     e ll the story of willing work and skilful man-.-  (     agement.
S  The fleecy flocks with fearless feet here frisk,
S   Great orchards burdened joyously with succui' i    lent abundance,      At       '
<.  l  Undulating fields full of gotl promises,
\And blotchy foliage of colors bold and masterful
SFringe the horizon along the purpling sky.
Awhile we swim entranced this sea of sensual
luxury,
And leave reluctantly these servants of our joy.
We stumble thru like drunkenmen
The jungle's undergrowth in sweet pursuit of
tales to tell the credulous in coming days.
Buttermilk is scarce in these suburban latitudes,



As uripoetic enterprise has robbed the milkmaid of her job,
And senseless wheels and cranks in urban factories
Now do the work she used to do and ape the
songs she used to sing.    -----       ii- 7
The goerrtiutter minade within the sound of
bossy's moo
No longer spreads the noonday lunch.
But once along the joyous route do we appease
Our thirst with buttermilk, and then the drink
Is sweeter than the ai4 face that serves our
wish so grudgingly. k...  ~
And now the shadows towards the east fast
longer grow.
SThe reins upon our feet we gently draw
And cast about for where to mend our waning
strengthSome inviting stack of straw or fragrant hay,
A shock of yellow corn or mow anear an ample
S roof,9where pattering rain nm  g our
Srmer's homespun hospitalit    I
But Fate is stingy of her weal, and so we
Ramble on, as eveningtide, mother of night,
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Leads further from oi lpope,
*,.  $n~fs  the ligSt       1ya-'-i   and we are
in a blackened maze.
My early woodman ways come handy to me now.
Soon a crackling fire blazes cheerily
And roasts the milky corn that Winfield L.
Had borrowed from a wavy field with firm intent
Of...i...... some rectifying day.
Experiences in early youth with Indian tribes,
When Potowattomies had simpler ways
Of satisfying simple needs than with utensil/:
Artfulness-ere Michigan was robbed of nature's
Ample store for nature's nearest relativesHelp in emergencies like this, and so we fare
As guileless children of the wooded wilds,
Squatting on the sands beside the gabbling (
brook.
Weariness soon lays us down upon the clean,
Warm bank, and sleep unwooed comes with
Its tools to deftly mend our elemental wastes.
No coverlets besides the spangled blue,
S. -No-t~sesbesides the plastic sand,
No pillows save somelitsr"   blocks of maplef
Make our welcome bed or soothe us to our
rest.    7        ~
We early rise, in com pany of A manly dayB          12
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Red-haired, broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped,
Smiling-faced and supple-limbed-and make
our way
To Woodward Avenue, whence we swiftly homeward glide
In a modern car pulled and pushed by God's
electric hands,
Bagga ged with pleasant memories of a
S)elighlitful jaunt along the River Rouge!

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ENTRE NO US.
JA-On Saturday evening, November 26, 19ol, with
Mr. and Airs. W. W. Catlin and Mr. and Dr. Yarros,
I attended a cone.rt by the Theodore Thomas Orchestra,
composed of 9o instruments, at the Auditorium, Chicago.
hie Ag-ht of Music is a result.   The jprogram is followed solmewhat closely in its construction.



THE MIGHT OF MUSIC.,    SAT oneP l. ng,  11 m.. bu.  eve
W1 Vith cherished friends where music makers
SMolded sound to suit my woodman whims..
And with harmonious glamor soothed
1 -u:.t zl-j"MIJN, my spell bound spirit steeped in mellow
moods,
While tears of joy were banked by fear
Iest'f i isteners ~tu   merry make,    j'~-C
Were my *~*eld emotions suffered flow
^^As my simple nature moved.
Theodore Thom s, vigy raster of melod isI0s,
-fr      -> ---o_ and  ord f Orchestra,
Charmed the muses wi    s wonderful wand
And levied lyric toll as t y passed him by,
Disbursing its luxurious  rth to illing ear
They came in my reve e w h        iddl  flagelot,flute
and fife;                           l
With accordion and ugle and agpipe;       PI L
With lyre, ~  vio  psalter,       Cb        /
With clarion, cym  1, cornet, cas  et, clarinet;
With mandolin,   nochord, harmo icon, harp;
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With trombone, uning-fork riangle, trumpet;
With pil)pe and dru1 and g ig and bones and oboe;
With tomtom and tr nlbo e and tabor and timbrel;
\With guitar and gitter il rebeck and banjo;
With whistle and rat   nd piano and dulcimer and
hurdy-gurdy,
And the myriad too with whI sound makes music.
As close toMhe sk as we could c41ib
We sat and saw the starry silver of song and story,
iArdeveled in rhythm with jeweled joy.
My feel  s ran the gamut of sensation,
From the b.semote of woe to the high C of bliss.
And rippling ills      sa   g s;"           -
With sunken sound and deep old ocean's liquid sigh i
I'The hearing sought, f
And I heard wedding bells, and Christmas bells, and
fire bells, and funeral bells;
And sirens sang seductive songs and becked with fair)
fingers fondly crooked;
And happy Negro melodies floated in the air;
\Vhile birdlings twittered here and yon,
And sharp, shrill notes, with dulcet airs infused, were
wafted far and high.
Close to my heart shy, lovelorn doves amorously cooed
and wooed,
And discordantly the caw of crow gave stress to harmony..
I heard the horses' neigh afield;
The long, low m-o-o of homeward winding herds;
The shepherd's horn across the evening hills,
The bark of his dog, the m-a-a-h of his fold.



ihe tune ful air 0broug',ht to my car the peaceful vespi.er;An(l with the inicense came tahe choir's lulling chants
And the trebing organ's solemn sy.mphony.
T'I he cackle, iicat and grunt of fairmyard in bucolic
rytilh i cuame to me;.\.d the hoo)t of the horned owl;
Iv the gr~id of the hungry mill;
t the 1,buzz of the brazen bee;
Sik.l the yc!p of the wary wolf;
k*. the sigh of the sorrowing pine;
Awk the prattling babe with its clattering rattle;
J.1jl the loving mother's lullaby;
kl the marching ranIks of raidinig troops,
With the rapid rattle of murderous muusketry;
Stmi the cannon's calamitous boom;
&Ani the blighting sweep of cruel swords;,e,il the shocking curses of angry foes;
I the wvail of the wounded warrior;
Ami above all this terrible tumult I heard the martial
music of murdering hordes,
And then I understood why the ruthless rulers of the
world,lix heavenly melody with their wanton wars,
For I could then have fought to death for any cause,
good or bad,
As the mighty power of measured sound moved me at
its capricious will.
I low it nerved my brawn to brutal blows;
I low it crammed my conscience with cruel possibilities!
I loxt gorged with rage at soc1ial,wrongs the poor endure!
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I low fire and sword and revolution surged thru my soul
like angry seas!
I low it filled my heart with amatory zeal--
1 low fervently my love I'd lay at my lady's dainty feet!
And then the woodland echoes soothed my harrowed
nerves,
And the crickets, and the treetoads, and the frogs, and
the cicadas
Sang their strident songs of social service to me
And made me feel the whole world one helpful household.
I saw fickle fairies flit from leaf to flower in terpsichorean
fancies, keeping time with tunes the zephyrs
huinmed on silken webs.
I saw stolid Russian peasant folk reel in rhythm in rustic
dances.
I saw supple Arabs whirl in a wilderness of gyrations.
I saw stalwart redmen dance grotesquely and heard
their savage songs.
I saw Chinese men and maidens ebb and flow, curvet,
wabble, shake and swing.
I saw Parisian automatons wheel and waggle, bow and
bob, in concord with machine-made music.
I saw Vulcan and heard his anvil ring.
I saw Pan and listed to his pulsing pipe.
I saw Jupiter hurl the thunder along resounding skies,
And felt the lightning's thrill in every nerve.
Apollo passed before my grateful gaze and sang his song
of victory.
And the winds whistled.
And the caverns groaned.
And volcanoes cracked the air with sulphuric force.



And the earth itsclf rocked as a cradle with rhythmic
I-rhyme, luring to dreamland, where death is
dreadless.
And the songs of Confucius and of Buddlha and of Christ
Of peace on earth to men of goodl will
Echoed over the unnlnatincg years and thrun the vales of
imy heart,
And the regrettedl finale awakened mec
And made me mark the magic might of music.
Decemb'r, 1901.



1MUSIC MADNESS.
8WI.EET music's strains unbind the chains
Of passions in my breast,
()'erpower la  with ecstasy,
From wildest zeal to rest.
They make i*s mad, they make mC glad,
They make me weep with woa,
Cry out aloud, with joy enshroud,  t /
And all   senses glow.
As a mating dove they make pe love,
- My fond affections swell;
Now reverie posseses 4.e,
Then hate as hot as hell.
With amorous bliss the savaage kiss
Comes billowed to rwy lips;
thlen could kill with demos
Could fla    love with wh ip-:.
They bring to me in memory
savage ancestors,--.
And like a flood 41r-avage blood
In savage torrent pours.
With languor deep they soothe to sleep
Like liquors of a dream,An undertow of sunset glow,
A joyousness supreme.



A MAY )DAY SONG.
How fresh and fragrant, florid, fair;
How bright and gay and frece from  care,
SweNet blossoms strc awin; rich and rarc,
Is blushing, bioomi r   nTjTo bask all day in.ofr sn il%.
To warm the heart in       sweet guile,
Bring joy and peace and bliss the while,
tglkht. blushing, blooming May.
The languid streams more silent still,
The woodland lulls more quiet fill,
The wild birds' songs are now less shrillo ulushlng, b" 'n M
Ah! could vr,- f ie  coml e each  ear
And life abso b          x   re
And filI uss  i t "    aing hI er,
Blest, blushing, bloomin g Ma,/ '4,l~ + 5

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RUS SIA.
THlE CZAR.
Out of toe fro'tretched no th eutof the numbing
b er
Over the ce unchiing snow, 'over the wild wind's
dlirge2,
CQid as    e a  iht, 1-r h -s a mountain sid.A n aoC1ncl, woe, te     ea pl1 qf tIe wvor - dd
Fiercew ani a -n~qt 1 c  pak whose howls are
heard af"
od-'re     ov   rng ivrat: 'Tis the sirit
Oit of his E"il Iai nee s  nmile, out of his bloodstaind hd,
Over the people's doc o  he gives his claque
co mmnLan11, d;
Co'd is his fatal friown, filling his vengeful ce
Rieeliiig from;n ci y to town, feeding these hungry
h~ells;f
IHis vicious voice is death, victors tbhe victims
are,
Ogre of hell is he, O wicked, Caliban Czar!
Out of the Russian faith, out of its Christiess
creed,
Over the fawniing priest, over authority's greed,
Cold as a grand duke's heart, harshi as a Cossack's steel
A hurricane of throb a gruesome, grinding heel,
Ignorance bowing low, kissing the hands that
scar,
Image of Go Gebase           the Russian czar!
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*T*
Tle Inl ioins of  iling, maudlin men.
Mdean in Trne:wi~ t: 0 c.kntss to a  mne'ciless
a Mere llp is
T11e'r rLaol  a1'ru1, rroyaiin rleprtleu robberyIs a Oh::nniltl 1 i ssi.ve to a, mouse.
sirus cIs            rathd ithe days ar-e dark.:che A-s  ý o e wIith aibored step,
S        x ddenU lith hsntperatitions of church and s tatnv.d ith   rl-ooin  a jws rtray to pow ers that
ony ii c in mudCiCied rmi.ds.
u      'rhip:  d minateCs dulty  ei o w ould rule,
And the mnilsma satsens unto death.
The nations of earthrl brtathe the noxious fupfme
And LLe ra dtnes arsntlng meakes wretched war.
uts ilthe poisoaed teeilth of the one into the
Surgli g: ihreta tif ath  other!
And tIimbn iTIA    er into!i ghtless sc1Cketsr
For sure1y  no Y oe nhairbe w h.es san-Ily lights fo1
ruler hm
cau s e tie joy anrd (rofit of    p ace st4rand h',I;nl  i e:,-W`,' oe  a         wieth
f car.
Dom ination  ars tohe  pu ssqh And iracks it with
unholy croams
Of pa v tgi n   rld ityIny - kt ith, witetbhesz e W kened wIth unwuvorthy.
It renders rigAteos0iress into- fiendish rwunhitton
And murderj    every dcree: terrorizes hqpe9,
It prompt -; to dastoard droeds who wvould advant-s a1 t     iriar Uoes' folites,
And bree,    e   l-1 o         t ess tihat wiltie sworld with
sr        L     and ne hchnae
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Russia. zenith of centered political pow r,
The fruit of which now whlelms with ts awful
harvest,
Learns the world that congested s iay ruins
alike ruled and ruler.
In such declining degree as man ru es man do
peace and plenty grow,
Their flowered fulness  Ai,

freedom.
The great white Czar is but a troubled dream
Otf souls made trebly troubled by fears of future
inish ment.
F               by priestly varlets fdr worldly
favors.
If they bow not in meek submissign
And pay 'his will in sweat and sorrow, ever
unto ignoble death.
When they awake, these dull and dr' mful souls,
T'hey'll see Nicholas the man as (< themselves,
And not so terrible or so godly as Pharisee or
plunderer, friend or foe, as suit the purpose, paint him.
And they'll see the palling power of Nicholas the
Czar is but what they themselves grant
him,
Is but their own will and acquiescence focused
in his arm,
And that if they but cast the shadow of their
displeasure
Upon him and his, autocracy and retinue
WVill pa'e and die as plants without sunlight.
Autocrats, like noxious weeds, grow but in welcome soil,
And can no more exist where freedom 's loved
than icebergs form in tropic seas.
Rulers prosper best where superstitions, political
and religious, fructify their lordship most;
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And long must i      pray with wistful words
and p. ading palms I
For what is right from might.
i    'hen sl rrounaded by banditti
\,ho a\v.ken first meet bandit bullets and blut Ality,
And so they whose sapient eyes first saw those
pride-filled bureaucratic plunderers
Bleed Iairnl   b0lood ere fly tie foe in fear from  \tA
imim  frightful work.
rom every drop of rebel gore rise hosts of revt  olutionary spirits
T W'Vho haunt and harass unholy despots and their
covetous courts, their cruel Cossacks, their
craven priests, t'heir pliant armies,.t
TWhose iron cruelty gnaws 'ir own trembIn
nerves
And turns every a        lleS adOw into'          J
sassin.
Helfman, Zassulic. Lisogub, Ossinsky, Clemens,
i'Stepniak, Stefanovic, Perovskaia,
Sjour martyred bodies live in deeds and labor
still for RusZian liberty!
VWhere'er your holy feet have trod grow fending
thorns
To tear the flesh and fang the hearts of those
invading righteousness.
-Hail. Russian revolutionaires:
W'aste no more your pious pa itiince on hearts of
ice that feel no warmth f or humankind.
When the appealing voice is pov.wrless,
WVhen aristarchy 'has no ear for ',ibor wronged.
WVhen wretchedness displays i.s f'estering sores
to sightless eyes,



W~hen s?6 af I    t fo> lndigniant power rule
th Iuin W  and,
TWhen humax s   ppathly iS lifeless,
Then    loe ix  1-nst
21And im       tify itoe f to spea;k hJowe'er it
nra if iiit bi:t ne~dt errmity.
Your li"nlIY1  xri'xs rs'hia ver7hite the blackest
If  they blit1t I r t- t  ierot ten 'Roh.O aril o ffS
And Ji their xorde of pet;lhential partisans and
And fillx     rugged fatierlan4d wiNth
SA AS~SiN tASSASSINAITD.
(On tfie det  of the Grand DIuke Se:gius.)
Freedom t      til anothier stride towards the day
The bor's o            'fitl has flred one4 rnore
To guide hfr:    c ti -.foni darkpess and distress
A gr ndf de 3     c 1ck and hIiar:dened hIqarL
That baiied,,     is pxine peaks, a e ntions course
to Joyos ife,
Stains  utliporiLy -ri4dden Russlals gui tlsesz aniw
And mni lins, w.-ling  ith blxediig ftet
Thie way to hiope, will tranmp his ruthless blood
Into a soil athiirst for tyrant sap.
With sheotelers tread,To1errorisan, Ulken Colossus,
Stalks tixl Idreaded cz:rs a  rmaix
WVIth rotss for thýPitoddig peopýe in his peaaefuliha nrd
And dreadful death to- dersnotlr  in the othcr-.
WVith a patetic prayer on hix resolute aInd
p-lli3d lips
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Thait fate t   i- l 4 sIare the neled of; other holy
cri mCes                            -M    A
re rig tioo nbs   (wli i clean, whitO hanrdsr
A halo of l)xe hibovt ui o bea;inag f ce,
A heart r>'1 thic wt the pet- opleoC  weal)
tarl tl'rone bi6r's' f in tre wil of Riussia,
Ie hurls at at or'c   a potent mrn-sage from
the we,
And with a voice ol otnr 'round the laudlina
world reso-nka.
4      "W\Ye shell be L ce if only in the grav!'
Autocracy is a mad fool dancig   on a rotten
thre, ad over the mouth of hell.
TVhen pitiless power girds the people's struggling nCCek                         invites the furies to a feas-t.
TNVho sow terror reap the terrilIe.
WVho plant h"rrors w-lk 1gorgoaan paths.And poisoned fangs strilee at every step;
At every turn ogres with raw heads. and bloody
bones stare wxith venging eyes,
The hands oo -0ath reach with iron certainty
for their guilty throats,
Every gent'e br6ce is a viper's his.
Every laug.,fipg mriarn is a mockery of peace,
Every gleam of tI sn lights the assassin's aii,
Every moment sit$ anxiety ron the Jagged edge
of eternity;
The luxuries of the world are but means of
tormen t,
And life itself is but an awful nightmare,
In which accusing eyes, green with hate,
Gaping wounds full of torturing inmemories,
Prison hells reeking with filth and filled with
consummate agonies,
Stiffened corpses in Siberian snows pointing
Sfin g ers,
And crushed but cursing hearts bleeding elo.
quently for freedom,
Make a harrowing picture of bureaucratic crime.
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Oh. what a desper;te pric for perfldious power'.
And yet, until f.ir-faced  reedom has reached
its golden goal,
The means to win are the          of fate, and
justified;
And though the grand dukes ef the world,.kT4tttits (fso,:  r~?4ac ked race,
The ignoble nob'es of eart'   be scattered to thskies,
Like debris from a volcano.
II'The loss is gin and t.he reign of good will an:
peace on ear th;is nearer at hand.
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TO THOSE WHO'VE DONE ME HURT.
You mortal weakness who slighted me for
spineless cause.
You who pretended friendship and hurt
my heart with insult;
You who loved me with a wealth of words
and hated me in your heart;
You whose white words turned black as
sloe in meaning;
You who smiled as a sunny morning into
my friendly face and scowled like a
stormy night at my 'fenseless back:
You who fondled me with silken hands and
cut my honor with venomed claws;
You who pleaded sweet forgiveness and
aped vindictive Nemesis in vengeance;
You who were fanatical for freedom    in
fancy, but fierce for fetters in fact;
You who honeyed words for my ears and
bittered them for listening ones;
You who promised me golden loyalty and
gave me tarnished perfidy.
You who were brave as an ocean breeze
in fondness for me in the calm of approval, and faint from  fear in the
storm of criticism;
You who counted me a Solomon to my face
and addlepate to inclining ears;
You who vote me honest to my friends
and damn witi doubt to those who
know me not,
Think you I love you less in the large because of this?
Think you I clutter my heart with trashy
hate and gloat in it?
Think you the alchemy of your wretched
baseness turns my red heart black?
Think you I cannot see your wicked weakness weakens yourself most?
Think you I do not know that more than
ever you need the good that I can do?
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Think you I have on hand wherewith to
pay you hack in kind?
The Fates forbid!
And so I wish with a whopping wish the
warmth of wisdom will warm your
heart.
I pray to prudence to prick your pride and
keep you safe in the path of peace.
I long for the light that leads to joy
to pierce the cloud that shades your
soul.
I yearn for the time the spirit of love
will lead you to ponder in candor's
spell.
The sails of malice ne'er reach my port,
nor resentment cargoes go from me.
Are the woes of the world not weighty
enough without weighing them down
with senseless spleen, and crook our
backs with the rheum of wrath?
No festering pride prevents me praying
forgiveness for fancied wrong or real
harm I've done to you,
And gladly I give the key to my heart
where seek you may for evil aim.
Who asks forgiveness absolves his guilt,
and the unforgiving condemn themselves.
Unload yourselves, beloved ones!
Throw off resentment, spleen, animosity,
revenge, bad thoughts, unkindness and
frown and fume
And see how light your heart will grow;
How buoyant then will be your step;
How smiles will lace your brightening face
and joyness lift your grounded eyes;
How stiff your back will soon become and
straight your shoulders set across;
How   welcome hands will eagerly greet
your welcome hands;
How brighter the sun will surely shine,
How more beautiful the moon will be;
How more bracing the salubrious air;
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How nore glorious the witching world.
LcRsenttnent breeds torm-enting   bile, and
-LSoomyy  offspring  curse  their guilty
paren.r., tage.
I'n  vistPully vwaiting word from  you that
a.l is well.

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13GB HENDRIE, TEAMSTER.
(ho was ssrack to dea1h while hauliug
'water pfie far the Detroit Water CommUiSSiOn, Aurg 25y, 1906.)
li pever did no one no harm,
An' paid his debts as best he could;
lIe done his work with simple charm,
Ez cny simple feller would.
He had small larnin out o' books,
An' wa'n't ez wise ez Solon, see!
IIe wa'n't Adonis ez ter looks,
But done-his stunts in modesty.
lie druv his team a-meny year,
Till GCorge an' Jim were chums ter him,
An' none o' them didn't hev no fear.
Ter tackle jobs with harty vim.
Ile cumi an' went as did th' dayJes jogged along without no noise;
An' when he got his skinny pay
H-e guy it all fer fambly joys.
lie tuck a lot o' needless wrongs
Without no very nasty kick,
An' suckumstaces sharped the progs
Thet kern his way so fast an' thi-k.
But, goodness! he wuz like th' rest
Thet thiks their wwrngs is natural,
An' takes what cums ez tho 'twuz best,
No matter ow unirashumal.
e      did  kno thet things  e arth
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WHAT IS LOVE?
I want thee.
I want to touch teice, to hear thy liquid voice, to see thy
heart thru' thy welcome eyes.
Swant to feel the electric thrill of thy soul and find
harmony.
I want to enjoy that soothing confidence which hope
whispers to repose in thee for restfulness.
I want thee a little, I want thee greatly, I want thee
infinitely.
This is love.
I want thee infinitely, my beloved mother!
-Wyhat the sun is to the budding plant,
(that water is to the sighing sea,
What the star is to the studded heavens,
What sap is to the teeming tree,
What the tree is to the ripening fruit,
What altitude and sublimity are to the mountain,
What color is to the dew-decked flower,
What peace and joy are to life,
What grace and meekness and charity and sweetness and
affection and generosity were to thee,
Thou wast to me, sainted memory!
I want thee forever and ever, my mother.
This is love.
The memory of my father I want:
SHis aboriginal instincts,



His hankering for the silent forest, the loquacious
stream, the thrilling chase,
The log cabin, the rude hearth, the blazing faggot,
The coonskin tacked to the rustic door,
The yielding pelts strewn upon the floor,
The wooden latch and rawhide string outside,
His unerring gun on the crotches nailed to the rugged
beam,
His dreaming dogs before the embered logs,
His coarse but ample fare,
His hospitality crowding his means,
His thrilling tales which repetition painted true;
As he was, and as they were, tho not what I would have
ordained,
I want, because they were his things, his ways.
This is love.
I want thee, friend, sweetheart, companion, wife,
Thou who art mother of my children,
Helper along the highways and byways of life.
As the guiding star is to the mariner,
As the soft winds are to summer,
tsthe coursing bloodis to the body,'
rAs the serenem i  soorn i  liF TrnTglt,,,As fragrance is to the bursting bud,
s freedom is to peace and contentment,
So art thou to me, and as I want thee, gentle spouse.
To grant thee the right ot the rose to follow the bent of
thine own nature,
To assume no authority over thee,
To be kind to thee and courtly,
To respect thy whims, wishes, desires, thots, inclinations,
And to be loyal to thee.
This is love.

I Want my b:loved children.



As the plant wants buds for its fruition,
As the tree wants fruit for its sequence,
As the flower wants fragrance for its passion,
As the river wants banks for its flowing to the sea, I
want them,
With their cares and their cries and their cost,
With their joys and their sorrows and imperfections I
want them.
I want their kisses and caresses, their interest in me,
Their pride of me, their anxiety when I come not at the
waiting hour;
v.. en with their rudeness and destructiveness I want
C)  them.
_And with their gentility and sweetness an uty;
In their rompings,, their wild.j eir savagery I
want them.
With the sheen of the sun in their eyes,
The bloom of excitement in their cheeks,
The spring of the waves in their muscles,
And in the impetuosity and folly of youth and inexperience,
the repose of relaxation,
the serenity of sleep,
With my mind and my heart and my soul
I want them,'my children.
This is love.
My brothers and sisters I want,
And their kindred affection, invigorating as the sea's
succoring breezes;,
-Their gratitude and thoughtfulnes which surround me..*  as the atmosphere;
Their contageous gaiety and debonair and bounding
-heartiness;
The magnetic manliness of my brothers,
The winsome womanliness of iny -isters,
Their art and their chic and thcir tact;



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SAs they are and as they will be, I want them.
This is love..8- E~ pne~
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My -    ni: '         feminine friends and chums I
want.
As a shipwrecked mariner wants water in a waste of
water I want them.
As the sea wants shores of sunset-colored sand
3il      I want their friendly greetings, their warm handshakes,,
S....      their SOi17..i       the 4wir t   gay sallies, t  ).
sweet reserve, tLoiAdisarming frankness;
S To keep their simple confidences, to be true to their
interests, to be loyal to their faith in me,
To meet them as equals, too look with candor in their
trustful eyes,
A. nd, w4a-ttrradesLi 4- A     t. ,
i-wvn to be as a breakwater at sea between them
and the buffetting waves of malice, jealousy,  )
prudery, ignorance, suspicion, conventionality;
To guard them from the harmfulness of human bats
w   eat~c ts     the rosy light of the coming day,
When men and women will be-eoquy frees    ~l'
And to go forth with them, a gay, confiding comradeship, full of the buoyant freedom of the future,
To meet the sun that is to light man's social darkness,
SAnd to greet it with pe ( heartslike waterlilys wet
with the dew of kindness,
And drink invigdrating draughts of the balmy air of self.reliance,
SAuthor of magnetic maidenhood, womanly women,
loving wives and motherly mothers.
SThis I want, and want is love.
S My maly friends and comrades I want.::   I want their-firm,- eager handgrap,
Their loving hetafts mefle~*ed by w ig nilesq



Their purposeful eyes# sparkl with amity and fellow
ship.
Fant then/ike thistlesthat injur ho one who keeps
his proper distance.
I want them with their golden retitude which inspires
honesty,
Withtheir inbred trustfulness that stimulates confidence,
WVho claim no more than they are willing to grant,
Whq speak the language of wisdom and understanding,
Whose sincerity is as persistent as time,
Who are as generous as nature,
As frank as the light of day,
As tolerant as uncertainty,
As broad as the ocean,
SAs joyous as springtime.
Even with their foibles and follies and failures IVwant
them.
I want to aid them when needy,
STo guide them when groping,
To succor them when sorrowing.
This is love.
And the things of the world I want--
The land and the water and the air and the sunshine;
Mha"in@@   the flowers, the fruits, the nuts, the grains
and the grasses-all the flora of the world.
And I want the fauna of the worldtheVV whales and e       CU1 LXI.li
'fi';.Ight    rrgs ~.A3~      xmiugl,
All that live, grow, feel, think,
AMd these I want shared with my fellows as thej need.
(As the sun shares light and warmth)
sequal owrs in the use of things



F'rom;which they may grow, produce, bring forth
The hovels and palaces,
The food and drink,
The raiment of simplicity and adornment,
And all that cause life and happiness and woe and death,
As each chooses for himself.
And I want life sacred,
rights sacred,
freedom sacred,
And t want joy, peace, justice, happiness, affection,
nobility, dignity, honor, meekness, fraternity,
comradeship,
And the divine of all things for each one in the world.
This is love.



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