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OF THE
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Jackson,
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W. A. SCOTT,
1912
COPYRIGHT
1912,
BY
S.
A.
BEADLE.
/'J^'^^
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The Author
^xt^ntt
y^*OW
it,
active, longeval
and fascinating,
is
dents, reverses
and tomorrow
will
all
it
comes
it
the end of
cable tow,
in
has
is
then, to
its
many, so seductive
is
enchantment
triumph,
faith.
alluring
vision,
into
difficult,
I
which
am exposing
with less
to
skill of a
effort;
am
sure, could
have
done
ng
and who
at
will,
my
It
my
his pleasure.
enough
for
is
me
to
who
lenitive
pas-
sions of those,
whose love for the beautiful, causes them to tolerate its worshipers; whose affections for the esthetic, make them partial to its vassals and whose loftiness of character and charity
of spirit impel
just
them
to
malice;
and who,
that
in the
exercise
of
happy
virtues,
do not forget
the
daisy comes as
sweet
In selecting a
name
for
this
have, perchance,
done violence
many
zealous partizans
who
common
an
domain
of poesy, as
am, are
commanded
say that the
it
to
would
like to
"Keep off the grass." To all such name is not chosen because the comis
position, for
which
stands,
am
member
of that
unhappy race
iii
alien
enemies
in the
commendable
in
others, a
not
volume "Lyrics
o*^
is
hope from
what ought
ment
in a
"Equal rights
benefits
to
it
none."
And, since
"My
Country"
upbraid
is
a creature of fancy,
may
if not poetry? Those of my fellows who me for indulging the fancy, together with those who would eliminate me under the doctrine, 'This is a white man's country," will not, hope, further deprive me from enjoying through the
uninitiated as verse,
all
men
endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these rights are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, let me at least hold them among the
are created equal; that they are
"
things imaginable.
country.
this is
my
There
worshipers
until a
is, I
think,
enough
in
some
to
of the
of the
idol,
Color,
will
to
the
"Lines
its
Caste,"
treat-
master comes,
who
a
give
the subject
in to
proper
ment.
"The Jaunt"
Knight,
"
is
mere
jargon,
I
thrown
"The Black
but which
I
poem
had intended
prefer not to
may
say,
howage.
"The Jaunt"
was
discourse
in
Of
than
I
would
like,
however,
to
thank
my two
friends. Dr.
and Hon.
W.
E. Mollison,
to
in
my
labors.
They
among my many
to
acto
quaintances,
who
did
not think
it
humiliating
themselves
recognize me,
whom
abject poverty
during
my
manhood deprived
As
used
to the illustrations,
give
is
"Sam
in
an old
companion
mine who
with
me
while
munched my food on
yet
1
the curb, or
was
is
kicked into the gutter by the haughty and proud for intruding upon
the public thoroughfare. as
And
am
as
I
free
to
is in
the curb
there
left
it.
and
tnat
But
art,
And
Which none
Prime
for
gay fancy's
yet motive
awe
start
Amazed!
I'd
labor
where
I
But when
would I'm
me
'tis
naught
dull; yet may not, beguiled By no incentive but the soul's flood swell, Aheave like high tides when the seas run wild.
I
neither
muse nor
art
takes part
Awake
and
long.
am
indebted
to
my
son, Richard
to
Henry Beadle,
for the
photographic
illustrations,
and
Mr. Boon
appear
I
in this
book.
my
to
part with
in their
found
in
were
me
to
commend them
to
to
you
would
like to
Sam and
the others.
As
is
but consign
them
your consideration
YOURS
truly,
S.
A.
BEADLE.
W.
E. Mollison, Introductor
L^grirs of
t\\t
mniitx "^orltl
said, "God
common
them.
"
many
effort to
of
It
The
The
poet
is
prone
pay
who
mines or the
seen
phases.
From
spirits of his
and aspirations
Many
and hopes
of of
these
this
poems voiced
dreams
them have
times.
in the lines
like the
Our
author's
and
be
roll by.
He
has placed
all
of
new
the
earlier
many
of them
show sparks
of
poetic
fire
but
none come
the
up
to
and kept
in
"Lyrics of
Under World."
W.
E.
MOLLISON.
W.
A. Scott, Publisher
My
Country,
MY COUNTRY.
Y
Country God bless thee! God bless thee,
brooklet that bickers from
my home!
The
above,
I
And dances and dallies through vales that Go purling on, may the sun on its sheen.
it,
love.
The cress and the fern on its banks growing green. The mead ever verdant where graze gentle kine.
the herds of
my
Thou dearer and grander than all With clime sweet and balmy, fair
my
birth;
May
Is
more
stalwart,
more brave,
Till ne'er a
seen
in
Where
dew
distills.
Oh, Country
Ever true
mme! may
to thy genius,
<3
May palsied the hand grow that When traitors would spoil thee,
And
By
the alien
who
let
dares
fall,
to
the
sword
him
awake
in the
greet
sheet;
The
dank winding
to the
And
freedom,
my
world,
banners are
I
furled.
my
Country,
do;
Thy faults, though, are many, "in pulpit and pew, The work of the vicious, the mean and the vain, Who, vile in their motive and weak in their brain.
Forget that the law
is
And
The
the
But thou
man who would break it worse than a slave. art my Country, still grand and sublime.
The Haven
of the Lees,
LEES.
company
is
m OVE
She
If
is
homeless
in
palace and
in
lone;
s a
vagabond
in riches,
and
a vassal on a throne,
of fame,
husbandman
or dame.
in
Love's
home
the den,
With
When
Love
is all
there
is
of heaven.
It's
W ho,
By
pursuing
art
the aid they've given others; through this jewel of the soul
to the
mead
of honor's goal.
Love's a pleasure
to the
When When
at
his
brow,
Paying homage
to his
to his
plough.
half so brave
half so gallant,
in the
never
man was
When When
To
he greets her
slave,
when he
flings
aside the
flail.
and
to
pail.
I.ove
is
outraged
in the pulpit
in
when
homespun
and
and
fair;
of the
Which
from the
common herd
purloin.
Love's a burden
to a
princess and a
is
trifle to
a throne;
of
monarch
Else diplomacy
would
ease
famish and
wane,
In
the
arms
of
and pleasure,
find
the certain
way
to
shame.
Love's a weakness
to a soldier,
and
fame
his aim;
when
the carnage
is
But
to sailors love's
a beacon,
seas,
To
The Haven
of the Lees.
Eulelia.
EIJLELIA.
AST
night
lay dozing
When in there came, And sat beside me, posing. One whom claim
I
Is neat,
dutiful,
Bewitching,
and
in
beautiful,
Superbly grand
charm;
The The
Its
taction
1
and
its
guise
tell
But then
mustn't
Of Of
Her
breast against
my own;
mine,
touch of lips
to
And
still
mustn't
tell
How
Of heart To mine,
mine,
to
mine!
Was
Upon
Hebe's wine
famished tongue.
10
found thee,
Too prone
to
pose
thee,
me.
thy crime,
know
Coquettish butchery.
Hath hut my
But then
I
spirit
charmed
tell
to
lime
mustn't
art
How
cursed
in
thou and
fell.
Locked
my
of
rival's
arms;
His touch
lips to thine,
to
mine.
Doth demonize
thee, dear;
So hence
mustn't dwell
tell
thine
make
brine
Make
11
For then
it
seems
My
And
I
like a Fay's
concerned,
she
love, that
Is thine
own
self returned
's
the
heave
so
it
seems,
When
am
lost in
dream,
My
Of
of
mine,
12
Lines to Caste.
LINES
TO CASTE.
I
m HE
I
I
things
love
may
not touch,
The thraldom
sing,
somehow
ought,
reviles.
And
who
may
Nor
The things it would. The hangman's noose Unmans, deters, doth reinstate The inquisition and its hell Of terror, tyrannous and fell.
Oh!
that thou'd grant
me
^race, despair,
my pain, Or could breathe some form of prayer. Or might some suasive word obtain.
dread,
My
I
my
sore distress,
Through which
to
move
to
clemency
me.
The
iron
hand
that shackles
14
Fanciful thought;
my
horoscope
rule
Say
which
my
fate
Designed me
And
me.
and whine,
And
Submission
For
The
state doth
hound me
despair.
My
Soars, but
beat
its
weary wings
Me
in
my
to
So
my
prison
Hope
escape
it
is
derision.
And
1
comes
to
me,
know
That
Though it seems barren, yet for me. With good is pregnant destiny.
15
soul repine,
Why
Nor
bad
Has
The haughty proud, would press you hard. Have they so far subdued the shroud. That clay can now assume the God?
Whate'er
its
Was
in
some
and clime
There
spirit,
a god
'Twas
but a tenant of
the sod.
Who
is
so great
among mankind,
still is
not blind,
To wombed
Whate'er
his
life,
as he the tumb
its
Enfolds within
dank embrace,
16
And
who's so smgll
that,
should he
of
fall,
him?
all
Though he be spurned by kings, and Who frown men down with visage
Methinks
he'll
grim,
be as grand
in
clay
As
I
he
who
tortures
him today.
live
or die.
When
The
I
reed prone
lie,
tyrant's heel
upon my neck;
that
is
simply
that
know
its
Caste
is
blind.
And
hope
vicious mind.
He
doth chastise,
And makes
Then
let
And know
not the
God;
We
have forgot our own household, To take our tribute to the strong-The willing vassal, young or old.
Deserve chastisement
late
and long;
And
ours
is
Of wanton,
17
E'VE reached
'Tis pity, but
It
'tis
we
part;
may be
thine, itmay
be mine;
dear, just
it
where you
will,
The
fault, let
be mine.
the wound, dear heart.
However deep
Or No No
slight, eternally
matter
matter
The The
I
Of home, and peace, and happiness. That wedded hearts presage, 'tis mine To know the emptiness of thine, The jealousy of fick'e heart To which thy fears incline.
No
longer now would conceal. The blight, the pain, the curse The misery you know, and yet.
I
I
feel;
Dear
heart,
would
forget.
The The
day we met.
19
BHI
*^^^^^^^|
^^^^^^^HSS^SL*^ IBJik
\m
The Deed
vs.
Assessment Rolls.
"
THE DEED
HE
Would be
If still
VS.
ASSESSMENT ROLLS.
roll
real estate
assessment
And
fane,
Heart
to heart,
The
retain.
roll.
And keep
By
it
they stand, by
it
they
fall.
What
They
look to
its
intrinsic call.
efficiencies.
And
That
if
must furnish
that;
view.
23
Irene.
IRENE.
me and
1
I
my bonny girl, Irene, And meet her neath a bower, Where the roses all a-flower.
go calling on
Shed
In all the
world
know.
this;
There's nothing
'Tis happiness,
just like
'tis
bliss!
And
it
delights
me
I
so;
There's nothing
In all the
world
know.
Hers
is
blissful
company.
Irene;
And I'm happy, don't you see. When I'm calling on my bonny
In the haunts that
girl,
harbor her,
There
Blends
a scent of lavender
its
for Irene;
In all the
know,
There's nothing
'Tis happiness,
bliss!
And
it
delights
me
I
so;
There's nothing
In all the
world
know.
There
is
magic
in
her eye,
to vie,
And
the
Graces seem
fold her in
on Irene,
When
And
my
arms,
In all the
world
know.
There's nothing
'Tis happiness,
bliss!
And
it
delights
me
so;
There's nothing
In all the
world
know.
28
Forgiven.
FORGIVEN.
ties
bound,
will;
truth,
my wayward
feet, until
of sin.
this vile
lost
my
immortality.
grim
to
reality;
Brought face
How
cravingly
to live
yearned.
life,
Praying
I
for life,
immortal
offered
what
had
in lands.
I
Silver,
my
hold.
And
I
all
the labor of
my
hands.
The decalogue, through fear of God, vowed to keep; yet none of these The king of terrors could appease.
31
At
last
prayed for
li^ht
and
said,
Show
me,
Thou
Wouldst have me do
Forgive!
now
pursue;
Cool thou
to
Teach me
share
my fevered my brother's
if
brow.
care.
To
not me.
Bless Thou,
of peace.
And Mercy
Of The
brought
me
sure surcease
blighting pain,
and
o'er again
32
The Shady
Side,
THE SHADY
SIDE.
life's
HERE'S
something fascinating on
side,
dark and
sombre
When
at
the
for rest
even
In the
shadows where
that
the
fallen
come
to
to
muse
on faded hope,
Expectancies
vanished
like
bubbles
of
life
meso
found
the
upper
world
And
They had
to
despair.
in
in
pay.
And
faith
lit
lucky
the
nagger
plies
her
with
the
in
his air,
A
In
standing on the
stare;
curbstone
in
a semi-vacant
This
solace,
life.
that
nagger,
to
his
swiftly
ebbing
35
The
wife
is
simply nothing
if
her rights;
socials
of
And
flown long
of the angels
song.
Veneering
all
your
failures with
the glow of
triumph's glim,
E'er sees in you
finds in
you a
fault.
ming
full
of malt.
We
if
we dared do
So
far
transcend
the
nagging of
our double-
tongued wives.
The
nuptials
of
lyric
our lives.
life is
With naggers,
and snort
painful
if
fury,
of
And
You
club
men
are so constant in
air.
their social
thought and
just forget
deception
is
there.
36
Men know
is sin,
'tis
wrong
ol
to
wander,
that to dissipate
the
harem
is
the
web
the
To
But
inveigle
spoil.
and
to
to the flings of
splendid
foil.
You may
may
put
And
But
unto Dan;
they'll fly the track at intervals
deities
Is better^
than the
castle
hall
defiled
By wielding
repartee.
of
the
epigram
and
reign
of
Where
is to
nag
and disagree.
Again, take her
the
Sunny
Who
had no whim
satisfied;
first
mad
leap and
lost.
And
be her host.
37
If
she, perchance a
visit
you today.
Are you
child away;
What matron
above
of
the sisterhood
of
elite
folks
Would comfort
haunts of
give a
love?
Or him who
things;
has a
title to
estates
Aye!
truly they
the
maiden down.
him take
his
And
let
pick
hearts
from
But she
who young
lost.
in
first
mad
leap and
Must wander
at
vagabond
most.
Unless she seeks the Shady Side, where highflown hopes are furled.
And
Under World.
her not be weary, nor
in
And
let
down,
We
too,
open charts,
Who
poses of heart.
38
John'' [Marshall's
Divorce
"
oday
this
bill,
cause came
to
be heard
On
Averments
Prolixity forsooth.
He
To
The "Oyez!
oyez!
oyez.
not.
And John
If
has
still
a spouseless cot,
not a
buxom maid
41
And And
Of
the facts.
These marriage ties, the Court beheves, Have grown so lax, corrupt,
It
fit
decrees.
Break
all
We
find the
to
view
The
Unquestioned those,
John Marshall
divorced.
of
Done
in the
merry month
May,
leven.
And if you would exact the day. Know you 'tis twenty-seven.
42
If
Had
a Million
"
IF
HAD A
I'd
I
MILLION.
friend,
I
*^^
(^J AD
a million
dollars,
don't
do,
think
I'd
roam and
to
Again
think
I'd
steal
away
life
rural
quietude.
And spend
the
rest
of
among
the
would
be imbued.
The new
1
club
woman and
her fad,
know
would elude;
don't
think
my
old
inflate.
'Tis true,
I'd
like
bit.
to
slip
a cog, and go
it
wild a
My
my
brother
Ay! proud
to
be with commoners,
I'd rusti-
cate a-while.
Nor would
latest style.
homespun socks?
need;
sir,
would
my
lithe step
impede;
An
my
breeches on
to
me.
And
I'd
knee.
45
The
I'd
do not need;
rather poise
my head beneath
mead;
the straw
of Dixie's
Indeed,
my
it
beneath a
brimless cap,
To
sport
with
the
urching
all,
jolly,
romping chap.
With them
I'd like to
take just
now
little
bit of
ease,
I
A-Iounging where
apple trees,
used
to, sir,
beneath the
and
Tom
and Ned,
flit
fancies
trundle bed.
46
Yea,
over
and above
truth.
it
all,
this
is
the
simple
Had
Then
I'd
spend a would
mil-
with
go
a-sparking
again.
And
my
tongue
my
friend, through
all;
again
I'd
The same
old
felt,
while
swinging corners
And
stepping to the
music
of
the jocund
country
ball.
million to
maimed
I'd
give
it
if
could,
sir,
with a zest of
childish glee.
Oh!
if
away my
gout and
rheumatiz,
And
my
biz!
47
bonny
girl
and youth
I'd
take to Cupid's
mystic shrine,
of
Dixie,
where
the jes-
Where
lilies, fiant
of
Where
seasons
climate
is
all
are
summer and
the
sublime
of
The
rose
aflame
beauty,
there
drops
To
In
scarlet
blush
flowers nod
While
carol
of their prime.
48
If
this
hoary
And make
And
So
bring
it
so
my
me back my bonny
feel
girl
that
another touch
of pain;
The
million
dollars
millions o er
and
o'er;
Again
I'd
take
my
As
long as
we
could
stroll
familiar ways.
And
throbbing hearts of
49
The Thorn.
THE THORN.
IS strange that those
For us so
for
whom we
care,
httle feel;
And
those
we shun would
gladly share
weal,
And
So
stranger
still,
those
whom we
serve
And
So seldom
need
us.
Encouragement from
Too
true
it
is,
And flay us with the thorn; And stranger still, we're foiled
Our
fervent hope
is to
by those
adorn,
Our
53
Lines to lona.
LINES
TO
lONA.
prayer,
there,
AD
To
love an
answer
I
to its
Sweet
lona,
would be
Had
answer
to its prayer,
How
Of
wert thine;
to
go alone.
incentives shorn.
And And
away
it
this eve.
such an eve
is,
believe
absence grieve.
and soul
to soul
Unbosom and
forget.
57
Sweet
freely let
come
let
us yet
nepenthe drink,
olden and the golden
As
From
I'd
Nor would
Sharp the
care
how keen
fills
the dart.
wit,
Of Of
I'd
at large.
Than know the sweetest ecstacy. Of elite folks and grand. Nor question my destiny. Be it but linked with thine; For he lives best who is caressed By the woman whom he loves.
I
58
The moon is at its best tonight, The sky is fair, the stars are bright, The air, bescent'd with flowers, Goes winging by in zephyrs light
the lay
happy
time.
When When
Of deep and
That ripple
fervent wooing;
vows sublime,
and blend
they ought.
Assenting thought
When
And
on the border
between
The upper and the lower sheen, Of day and mystic night. Our wounded love and pride, wean.
I
Might
In
find a
charm
all
to
soothe them.
all
mending
and blending
of
weal.
59
When
while
in
Comes
to
A A
wanderer seeking
wretched waif,
in a
wretched
plight,
altar out of
at
the dark,
night.
Whom
Anglo-Saxon bards
all
sing,
of flaxen hair.
Over
Bu''
marble
bust.
simply stumbling
o'er desert,
in the dark,
Alone
She comes
She comes
wistful
beam
o'er a luring
dream
61
No powder flash for her has burned, Nor cannon roared, nor boomed for her. Nor sword in scabbard turned.
Blood of her bardel chief
But
all
to spill
have sought
to ruin her,
Dixie's dame,
And keeps her pure; lest And every cur that meets
Might
satiate his lust.
she might
with her
reel,
The waif queen doth in horror drain The dregs of shame, her woeful plight Tells how the iron reign
Blights sire and son of Dixie's might
bright.
which
this entails
soul
In tyranny run
mad.
62
When my
They
to
such
lead a dual
with her,
And
To be immaculate
Par excellence
in
creed,
In utterance, infallible,
deed;
foul
The
In
vile
and waste,
harem and
iron
church.
tone,
The
leads to perfidy,
When comes
Triumphant
in his lechery.
oats
upon
of the
Under World;
And then at morn, what blasting horn? What banners to the breeze unfurled? He spurns the spouse of his carouse,
Murders when
truth
comes home.
63
The Driving
of the Cattle
Home.
m ONG
On
ago,
when
evening's twilight,
Came
Of
By
meadow,
pathway
to a fold,
Came
Where
Then
I
felt
a mystic rapture,
all
could never
the
explain;
Nor
why my
to
heart a tattoo
in
Sets
throbbing
nights
I
my
brain.
When
of
Of the yule-log glow and wane, Through the long and dreary evenings,
While the ghosts of things
O'er the waning embers
There's enchantment
full
that were,
stir.
and
plenty.
In
feed,
On
Where
From
Till
the
the
shimmers
of the sunset.
beams
thread of gold.
From
65
Now, from
Of
dying embers
On my
Comes an angel through the shadows. Age encumbers with, and clears
All the clouds from recollections
Of my
With
But the
truant
coming home.
heaven bless
her,
Went
On
a cherub up in glory,
Whom
when
they revel.
And
lapse to revery,
often visits me.
She as
Comes
with
all
Budding on her
With
charm
of
On my
In
my
when
doze.
With her
And
a scent of
lavender.
In the rustic
robes of her.
Then we
stroll again,
fond lovers,
glovv';
Nor
shadow on my brow;
free, as
Both as charmed, as
happy.
Now
As when
we went
a-sparking,
Down
homeward
in the
gloaming,
flight.
As
And
And
Smoulders
reverie.
And
While
I
sleepy corner.
sweetheart, of
th(
and
brilliant glory
Of
the by-gones
stroll,
come
happy
vvith
to
me,
And we
Of
the
lovers,
Hearts a-welling
the swells
67
bundled up
in
dreams.
Dreams With
Kike
that lead us on
and ravish
Or
like
some mirage,
oft
Of Sahara,
With
they
come
their mystic
polycrome
Onward.
ONWARD.
ET
Make
Till the
fellowship of brothers,
fulfill;
Spurn the
villain
honor nearer
to virtue,
Where
Sacred
the graces
may
sojourn;
to their
let
cause forever,
There
On
Of
nobler brotherhood.
71
Then
we'll hope,
in the
and hoping,
labor.
As one
Till
it
quarry delves.
racial heart.
Working on our
beams,
in
form sublime,
art
Aided nature
to
adorn.
higher.
the light;
of light.
O
is
gracious Master,
one divine,
disaster
Never
let
thou
fell
Mai k our
72
Baby Darling.
BABY DARLING.
NCE
a
wee
bit
baby
darling,
face;
so charmed, so pregnant
And, disputing
earth's control,
Trooped about her crib and worshipped Baby darling's virgin soul.
Lingered there and learned
to love her.
And
As
to
envy us the
child,
grew
frenzied,
With
we gave
her.
paradise.
75
Thus
That
to
was
the fairest
e'er looked on
Up
in
glory
Can
Of
we?
ecstacy?
Sick
of
Through
Till
typhus fever's
blight,
her
spirit
dropped
its
body-flight.
Up
in
That e'er through it flitted home To Elysian fields of glory. Where the Savior bids all come.
76
My
Remington
MY REMINGTON.
mN
the
still
I
and
sit
silent night,
to write,
When
me down
of
There
In the
is
movement
And
Of my magic Remington.
Let the
man who
of
all
glories
still.
In the ancient
pen or
quill.
Take
it
glory shorn,
Like that
of
When,
if
me,
Through
its
runic melody.
Making
Of
79
Alice.
ALICE.
m OMORROW
In truth,
's
it
never appears;
The past, a tenantless old palace, Where hope lies tombed in tears; The urn is broken, Alice,
Whence
But you
may
you
of
will, today.
love.
My
A
A
strung, attuned,
Where Cupid
The theme
In
oft
communed;
of
a-flame.
88
Or
lit
phosphoric seas,
is
The dream
metamorphosed,
wild pleas.
And
For
all
a touch of your
lips,
my
dear.
Tis
to
My
A
So
little
perhaps out
of
ballas'.
delight;
message
it
From
a heart that
And
there.
84
Come
To where
loved,
Hard by
Mexic
sea;
Where
By
that
date,
Tomorrow?
Why
speak of a day
bliss of
a
Makes mine
miserable
And
love's
enchanted palace
A
No
85
Hiland-Buckingham.
HILAND-BUCKINGHAM.
The
manner
in
following piece
was intended
in
as
brief *satire
on the
of
conducting elections
State of Mississippi.
conducting elections
truth
many
of these societies is
will
deny:
Of Highland-Buckingham;
Who
And
Gay, happy
and bag,
not,
87
You
And Buck
The The
people's choice
we may
for that:
not be.
we
We've
fixed
it
"me"
And Johnny
'Twas
I
can stand
pat.
in
the sunny
month of May,
think, or thereabout.
When
Of
to
buck
And
^\
e'll
muck
And
Our John
quack
it
like a duck.
And
We
steal for
88
seal, for
Or you
The
seal;
wag,
care
You
are
I
my
And
It's
your
You need
For
me
The
And
lax
But
to tax
snort.
89
They are such queer, such simple I mean the people, Buck;
They'd leave their rights
to clicks
things;
and rings
And
The
Boss, by jingo, he
in his
a bird,
There's magic
name.
Not by our
suffrage;
but his
word
We
On
rights, the
They'd rather,
know
the "Boss
Had
drove a heeler's
of patriot!^
sale.
have passed.
And
To 'venge a wrong would die. But now they slip a cog that's tight
And
90
And
'Tis
In diplomatic art,
making
01
My
Brother John,
MY BROTHER
Y
And mansions
Is Httle less
JOHN.
down
own;
I
rest
my head
care
But peace
is
there to soothe
my
pride;
So
pity
John and
all
who bear
My
Of
To
my
days;
the spot
And
fame
My
And
brother's hold
is
fixed
on gold
That flash today in their gala way With rush and dash by the poor;
When
go
must,
Unawares
to the
common
lot
Of
peer,
sot.
95
A
To
Is
As
am never
seen.
all
that plod,
"Keep
John's
I
command
today;
And
why
gay.
clay.
96
IAI
I^^^^^^S J^^^^^H
.
Kiss
Me
Again,
KISS
ME AGAIN.
a
Of
I
H, give
the heart
swear, love,
a smile
is
thine;
Let
beam
all
To cheer
give thee of
the while
that
is
mine.
Now,
ere
we
part,
mine;
rest,
breast,
I
twine.
me
And
then again!
tonight,
sweeth
eart.
we
part.
99
My
Delight,
MY
About two
highest
of
in
DELIGHT.
crow
flies,
miles, as the
in
East Mississippi.
One
hill;
beauty of the
summit
I
is
pleasing.
I
call
the
Heights of
Lauderdale.
this point,
play
the
and the sweet sensations which come when the winds among the pines, and the absence of the din and noise of city, make it a hap^y resort for a weary mind.
CAN
Over my
When from the city's mart stroll And climb along the northern slope,
Of
Hard
Lie Heights of Lauderdale.
by, a heath
of
Lauderdale,
lea,
And
Of
sea
emerald waves.
101
Far
off
lies,
And
How
often have
lingered there.
To have my simple
With fancy's
thought
dome
teem.
And
Scintillate
beneath some lofty pine, muse on Nature's loveliness. As oft it seems something divine.
I
And when
Of melody
in
the pines.
Among
And when
And
winds become
hills
a gale.
The verdant
And
far
away down
of
Lauderdale;
102
The metre wild, the metre wild, How many an eve loiter where,
I
By
I
its
muse on
Her
metrical symposium.
twilight
flies,
Up
Beaming
last
on Lauderdale.
How
To see And
oft
have
been
filled
with awe,
his gold on
emerald shine.
The
Again
to
The
And
all
Of Lauderdale
is
my
delight.
103
Nicknames.
NICKNAMES.
E sunny years am gone and all De jolly makin' gloree time,
From farm
an' hut an'
manshun
city
hall
De
Tur
de styles uv
lef
folks.
some time
ergo,
An'
metroperlate er while.
gits ter
An' when he
He's
'Tis
ruint
by de fashuns there;
'Tis
"Miss and Madum" So and So; Mr. Johnson or 'tis "Square"; Dhey all has nicknames up in town.
Dhar's
Sam, what
to
Ter move
town
Sam,
Him
'rectin' yer,
"Dis
Mr. Jones.
105
done
ruint too,
ef
Wid
An' den
her
'tis
"Madum,
all
yer please,"
she'll highfalute
wid you
de ease
De
dem Done changed his name, an' dat aint Dhey dress so fine, both gals and men,
Er country
Besides
all;
mam
of
dem when
Dhey
titles use,
Before
de
elder's doctor
now.
all
am pews.
Dat
trails er
'taint
Nawp,
vain
Yer'll
er lane.
106
"Cross-road?"
No,
Nawp,
Nuther!
'tis
I
nuthin' like er
highways
yer's bin
don't care
whar
Nur what yer's heard in all yer days, 'Twas nuthin' like "Bully-Yard fur
"
lane.
Yer ought
ter
see urn
"
struttin'
It
down
Dat "Bully-Yard.
tickles
in
me
town;
107
Er
batin'
human
ri'ts
upon
De
way
to
me.
Wid
An'
Madum
10!)
De
am
dheirs;
all
When
*t
comes
to highfalutin' airs,
off;
An' showin'
Dhar's
ez
recall,
nuffin' real
is
a better folk,
Mus' serve
an'
wear de
gallin'
yoke,
b'leave
somehow
Ter
yer senses
tax,
'zacley 'scribe
um
as
dhey
is.
110
The Sovereign
THE SOVEREIGN.
E have
a mighty
government
of high
and
our
briUiant fame,
Triumphant we the
kith
suflfrage
wield and
all
and
kin;
And
those
who would
awe,
is
the
nation rule
by
equity, not
Know
the
President
ruler
only
in
the
people's name;
For the
sovereign
is is
the law.
people,
and
the
people's will
The The
voter he
is
a sov-
to a throne.
Whose prowess
is
is
whose
to
glory
supreme;
they will they designate
I
And whom
Their
wield
the mace,
wean.
its
common
regime.
And Washington,
glory set
Above
beyond ambihonor
blow;
to
And
Lincoln died
of the
keep
it
there, the
West;
of
government
commoners,
that
is
tri-
umphant
reign
is
yet
best.
13
And And
led the
Russ
and Japanese
to
pleasant
fields to
peace.
And
And
held the
Congress down,
kept the trust contending with the gov-
ernmental probe.
brilliant
man
of
letters,
he eclipsed the
fourth estate,
And
So coached our
representatives, with
mes-
sages of whim.
The
great
became
his echoist,
"My
left
policies
to prate.
And
everything
spectacular
was
to fate
and him.
He
who
tells
the truth,
And
And
he
is
wasting dictums
on the Ananias
clubs,
holds
in
his
opinion,
and by
all
the
rules of law.
Apparent
is
is
presumption
and
self-evident
proof.
draw.
114
All glory
to
rights
Which weaker
cap awry;
greatness he can come, crazed
frights.
With
fiction's
by his frantic
And
frail
the
mischief out of
I.
many such
as
you and
Ay,
truly
is
the
President
sagacious, great
and wise,
Who
Who
The
keeps
his soul in
o'er
common
heirs
and
who
emulate
who
did to us
devise
The
legacy of
The President
sublime.
is
glorious,
we
think
he
is
Whene'er he represents
million souls;
the
will
of
eighty
commoner
of
commoners, by commoners
the kings of every
enthroned.
And made
Whose
the peer of
all
115
The
The
Till
patriots
who
is
have
in their
will decreed,
sceptre
the people's
shall rotate,
home
reign;
fiction
and
all
royalty's a
And
suffrage
state
of
the people
still
the hope of
and fane.
Mister President, and here's
to
So
here's to
commoner
here
is
of
commoners by commoners
the
enthroned;
And And
to
commoners, my countryand
equity, to party
men,
my
peers,
here's to
to clan,
law
and
And
here's to equal
suffrage
in
our govern-
ment's careers.
God
bless our
common
state,
chief of
And
solace him
who
all
gracious love;
should, perchance, forget this
ie
We
to
keep
it
so the sceptre
e'er
among
in
common-
116
SLEEPY CORNER.
AM,
the Garbager, had carpet,
And some
scraps of
to
office
jot,
Optomacy stooped
throw him.
As he passed from lot to lot. And with these he decked his cabin
In a rather
modern
and
style;
Like
simple
to
And
the milk of
human kindness
city
cart.
Seemed
As
In his
two-wheeled garbage
tell
He
could
From
the corns
upon
his feet.
And
Is
de
119
Dhar am sometin
Dat yer can't
in
de wedder,
al'ays splain.
jist
When
In
the clouds
am
jist
runnin' rivers
rain;
de
drizzlin' of
de
Ween
Wid
de win'
am
ez quiet,
Ez de
las' yer's
mouldin' leaves
Wid
An' er tinyus po
Er ripplin
into
murmurs
sill
an' pane,
Dhar am som'thin'
in
it
de weder
Lak
er op'ate so
seems
dreams.
lighter
dear
ol'
sleepy corner,
Whar
lax'tion
Dat's er
lullin'
An' de study
Dat
ripplin'
off
measure
yer eves.
am
tumblin
Seems
er lullaby of angels,
all ter
Forcin' worries
leave.
120
Den yer
soul
all
ober joyed
le
Wid
Kinder
de dreams de driz
feels dat et
weaves;
am
courted
By de nymps
An' yer mouth
of reveries;
er fallin' open,
Hangs yer
While yer
Ez de
soul goes
dream
Ian
121
For
A Woman.
FOR A WOMAN.
DEN,
lost to all but fancy,
it
Was
Handed down from sire to son, As descriptive of the region. Of the sunny haunts of love? Famous garden where the passion,
Bursting
first
disclosed the
morn
Whose
Lit
effulgent,
beaming glory
In the heart of
man
for Eve.
Round
Soon
Adam,
Glowing
sword,
And And
Master
to
His wrath,
Braved the
God had
fashioned her,
124
Ever since
thought,
shame,
Eden
in their pilgrimage.
in
till
burning bushes.
Isr'el
passed;
Price of Bethlehem,
Had a God to mourn their dead, And vivify the corpse again; But ne'er since man squandered Eden
On
Has he found
1^25
May
Is
be, after all, old Eden wrapped within our meaner selves
Could we
deftly
lift
the curtain
Which
Like the
about us,
We
would
Like a flower
Of all the guilt that in it lies, Though the purging would impart To him the bliss of paradise?
Who
The
in his
breast
and
heart.
And
Of memory's
126
Whether
Is
truth,
fancy or legend
what
Of
this
wilderness of tears.
We
shall
Where our friends will cease to doubt Where our foes will learn to love;
Still let's
hope
to find the
Eden
with our maiden;
Whence we wandered
If
not here,
Let us hope
pilgrimage.
Has some other goal than Hell; Hope that we may find the glory. Whence the first degenerate fell; Hope to foil the shafts of envy; Hope to sooth the pangs of pain; Hope to find our dead are living; Hope to find our living dead To the errors time is weaving; To lip service and deceiving Hope to conquer death at last.
127
The
Jaunt,
THE JAUNT.
SIRE and
Along
youth went out upon a jaunt,
'tis
a course as old,
said, as time;
The scene was varied, beautiful, sublime; None saw ne er landscape fairer nor was wont
And
all its
still
Was
From
Fear could not check him, nor could danger daunt: For hope and destiny, with mystic force.
Allured, and youth
knew
The The
little hills
of glory there
hard by
in sky.
heights
They journeyed first a-down a verdured vale, By sunny fountains, and by gurgling rills,
Where he amused himself by piping quills To a fair damsel with a milking pail; Then frowned the sire and at the youth did rail Some suasive reprimand, and of the hills Of fame would say, no man ascends who wills To pipe his pibroch to a lover's tale; Then youth, impatient, strolled alone and sire Trailed after, like mother's hope, for he knew The sure fatality of love's sweet lyre. Then youth took winged ankles, swiftly flew
Unto the bowers of
a floral grove,
into
dreams
of love.
V29
Ill
Umbrage and guile were there, and said "Ah The hope of fame's but fancy's fiction set To the fitful music of life's calumet;
If
friend.
The revelries and be content to spend The time at song and laughter, and forget The rampage of thy sire, just let him fret;
Ere you achieve
life's
honors:
life will
let
end:
The wise
Jeast and
their mirth
will
be
salt of earth
levity,
No
be.
Cheer
IV
At
this youth
The maid,
At
love's
Her
With myrtle wreathed, both passion drunk and Forgot the care and wisdom of their sire,
And
Its
all
And carnivals of crime, the vicious force Upon the sense of innocence at large. And never grant it respite nor discharge.
"
V
In
Of converse
Still
wayward
loiter long, to
see
What
pate, to free
Sang on, and danced in love's sensual haunt. With Venus fair, until the gray dawn blushed
To crimson on
Did innocence
on their
And And
VI
Misogymy's dead world you fled, 'tis said. With woman fair and fickle. Sire, and strolled Along life's sunny side an ardent soul;
If not a
A A
So
Venus
laid
Your
And
when
the roll
away
till
I've
sown my "wild
oats,
And
Hold
In
mown
thou! thy tongue, my lord until the moats my eyes grow to beams like those in thine. And then the two grew reckless in their thought. And neither saw the other as he ought.
131
Vil
Then
Went deeper down than honor e'er was wont And lost his virtue in the dismal haunt. Where vice and sloth doth chastity deface, And love is but a license to disgrace. What ever fair and gracious is; where gaunt And reckless villians, shorn of shame, doth flaunt
Perfidy's triumph in the public place.
The
lassie, lost to
Saw And
For
time she
knew
not
of,
gay youth
light, too fleet
flew like
beaming
shades
of solitude
and yearned
For what age had taught her and she had spurned.
VIII
Many
Summer
knew,
The purpose of his pilgrimage, and he. Too often wayward, wilful, wild and free.
Returned unto the jaunt and would pursue
A wiser,
if
few
flee;
Are those who do their childhood's errors They cling unto old customs and must be
Progressive
in
The coquet, still a flirting, oft will feign, Her waining summers are but budding springs,
And,
in the
realm
of passion, long
would reign
wed-lock
find that
life.
132
IX
Beware
Set
of
women who
is
fancy of sensual
Of
If
The
them
is
charred.
And
They have
Nor
its
flame;
They
are but
shadows
of their virginhood.
All
in their glory
say
Who
The
massed
passions carnal,
fell not,
in their souls;
and they
Who
As one, in which the fair dissemblers, masqued As cherubim of light, were by them classed
Good friends immaculate, whom to inveigh Wert madness; such were the whims of youth. Who did the woman, fallen in her prime.
Adore; and, spurning virtue and
fair truth,
still
they get
fret.
And
we
134
XI
And
though you deem one gracious, fairer Than fabled nymph, or ought that lives in Romance and drama, or the toilings long Of art, at form and grace and charm all
far
song,
are
star.
hopes and
wrong,
The sons
The Her
of
men her
is
mar
Fortunes; passion
life
means aught
to you,
Beware,
lest
XII
Thus spoke the sire, to youth, who knew the force Of woman shorn of blessed chastity; And then he masqued the boy, that he might n't see And led him down a by-path from the course;
But on the ears of him, from
its
sweet source
me,"
Some
its
cadencyat
"A
Was
his; for in
Soothing
By some
So well
fair
subtle role
fall
lose soul.
135
XIII
Then
to the
Lead youth, and bade him with the muses mate His soul, embelish and enrich his state
Of mind, and
And
late;
wisdom's
gate.
The song
engage
Him
beautiful, a woman's face, Nor th' sweeter memoirs of his fickle heart; So he, between his study and her grace.
With phantom
Swung
like a
pendulum,
in fitful doubt,
Till carnal
passion
out:
XIV
Oh
let
his cooks.
Where
And
more same
And
The
gives him
little
commands.
Tomorrow
130
XV
who the tensures hold. who peasant, lord, or king; Whether we laugh, or we weep, or we sing; As we climb the heights, or go down the wold, When Youth is fervent, or when Age is cold. We grow immortal if we simply cling To self denial and will kindly fling
It
matters
little
Who
vassal
is,
He who
To
goes thus to the end of his cord, With which environment encumbers him,
aid the fallen of
to
mankind,
is
is
lord
Superior
whim;
is
Whose
Though
hope,
pedigree;
whose God,
Caste,
vast.
his grace
XVI
They
sat
Where
And Youth
gave ear to him, who did explain, The strife of those who before had gone, To fame and glory, or oblivion: How small the glory and how great the pain. Of those who strive for opulency's vain Pomp and show; how little their deeds atone. The evil done, the paupers they have made Of happy childhood and decrepid age,
Tyranny have
its
minions,
pomp
its
page
And
They from
137
XVII
While thus
their light
A
Of
in a
Drawn by a filly to the pnblic The hag was old, the filly for
robers
fit,
or bold equestrian;
in start.
that
dart.
trading van:
came
man with
speed
Was
ox-like
and
its
urgent want
was
feed.
XVIII
The villain mounted, on the filly fled. Nor looked he back, nor cared how ill her luck, Nor in the mire how fast the hag was stuck,
Who
"I
o'er her
filly's loss,
lamenting, said,
wish the
fell to
filly
Then
Till
nagging
in
the
maimed
old buck.
Him a blow so hard, on his dense old head. He fell the carcass of a quadruped; And then she journeyed o'er the course unknown.
Morose, unpitted and disquieted.
With nothing on earth she could call her own, Brought from the harvesting of human strife
But steedless apple cart and such
is life.
138
XIX
As was
filly,
arms, the
toils of art
Or
In heart affairs,
be
it
Or what No
Is
is
better
still,
staunching a tear
stranded heart,
in a
the
supreme
all
tutor of
human
thought;
With
Still he's a simpleton, who has The inspiration which contact To him who rubs elbows with
serfs
and kings.
XX
On
youth the sire looked wistfully and smiled,
his
Wondering whence
he,
be
of
waywardness, whiled
unbeguiled.
free;
Away
At
now
bound and
Why
Of
who
freemen; and,
be undefiled
By odium, caste and greed, miscalled fate, By men who feed their maws upon the hard
Earned wage
of
honest
toil;
degenerate
And fallen must he be who the award Of serfdom does not spurn, though wide gaped Him to coerce and he with Satan fell.
hell
130
"
XXI
Standing upon an eminence, they saw
As far beyond as mortal eye could scan, Upon a plain, a myriad host that ran,
To and
fro, its
confines, to
And
hesitate twix
The vile negation fixed on the hide of man, The vagaries of parties, sex and clan, Where despotism's power sways to awe The weaker man, by terror into thrall;
"It
so,
Said he
Youth,
"If
aright recall,
Man
The
is
the prey of
man
the
wide world
sand and
o'er
in the
fled
XXII
Some
Of
his
fain
Before them
still,
a theatre
The
The meed
of
its
pursuit the
same
old toys,
That makes
of
weak accept
the yoke.
that smites.
rights.
Unhinge
thp
And
140
XXIII
But he
who
him yearn
To
fly
his thrall,
and
flying,
sound alarm,
freemen
And
he who'd vassals
into
turn,
dread of harm;
Learn
Though
ne'er so
frail
The
on or cease
XXIV
Far out upon the plain the youth could see
An
old cathedral
lift its
burnished spire,
Agleam into the sky. "Aye tell me sire. The story of yon pile of masonry?"
He
shook
his
"Ah me:"
The record
Longer
Full
There neither
So run
With
While
Since man
faith in
The creeds
are
pews has gone. 'tis known spurned, and yet some feign belief
in their
141
XXV
But there
Its
in
A-weary
And
glory rung
The heart of might, and greed and wealth, and sung Te-Deum airs, kings and vassals together there
With woman
beautiful, glorious, fair.
To
And
Between
Then
arbiter of empire,
hung a
shield;
XXVI
By
its
grace judges
at their trials
its
swore.
And
Justice did at
behest declare,
"
"Betwixt a shadow and a shade, the tare Of Equiiy and Law, and further more Tis said, its chalice, pews and altars bore The majesty of fate; and glory there Beamed like a diadem in beauty's hair;
And
So
to
The simple
all
tradition
tell,
That
liberty
and
the right of
man;
hell,
Of
our
own God-created
brotherhood.
142
XXVII
And
was
taught,
in
which he wrought.
Whether
it
Whicn
The
took
And moved
first
a living soul; in
own
thought
progenitor of
human
kind;
And
So charged,
XXVIII
Forgetting he
is
Blind
to his
Which placed him in his order nich above The worn, vain man, grown haughty, proud, now
springs
Of his own prowess, until the fleet wing'd dove Of peace flies this unhappy vale, to move
Henceforth and forever on restless wings.
is
And
that he might
Some
143
XXIX
For, so
I
take
it,
none
will
dare deny.
That there's
The pew and pulpit have a sep'rate perch. They like dissension, and my, my, my! When it comes to a fellow man, how they do
lurch
And
on the tangent
fly,
And
In feigning love to
test,
Which
It's in
While spurning
They come
mercy
seat,
Who
whom
XXX
The passion service of our Lord no more Reminds men now that He will come again, Nor does it show the anguish, care and pain Of Him whose sacred heart for mortals bore The sin accumulations of the sore.
Deluded wanderers from Eden's
reign,
Who
prostitute the
Display; they
who around
mystic shrine;
And
While
on the
altar,
cheek-by-jowl.
soul.
human
144
XXXI.
And An edifice of grandeur with a dome; Tell me what ruler, sire, made that his home; What of his passions, prowess, tenures, lands; What people came and went at his commands,
there hard by the old cathedral stands,
In the
to
loam?
A mighty
The
^eople they,
who
tribute paid
in its
lord of
prime;
th'
Which show
was held
to
be
XXXII.
From
Was
From
too;
and high
where
And And
clemency,
its
On
The mean,
No
With all the rank and file of human kind, With him, man's fitness came from upright mind.
143
XXXIII.
his patron,
The
soul of virtue
He He
neither
winked
to
nor feign'd
Friendship
Upon the records of their manhood's prime; To fix a right 'twix man and man, he fain Would storm a citidel, or spurn a crown; Unknown to quibbles and to factions blind.
Caste was a
fiction
The
soul of equity by
him defined.
and blood.
Excluded
favor, pedigree
As
XXXIV.
Because
Aversion
of
vain glory's
pompous
noise;
logic find.
And
which he did of
The motive of an act and hope combined; Just what was sterling worth, and what alloys,
That
filled
Men
And, say
and age.
So long as
Men
felt
no terrors
fatal
a tyrant's rage;
But on a
day
146
XXXV.
Why
And
mystify the
to
light;
reckoned
plunders
be
right,
When
And
Must
innocense
to defile:
guile.
and age
live on:
by day, by night,
Harrassing soul
till
The
heart?
Why
not
weary
spirit file
make
fall,
Eternity?
Why
is
Since youth
him recall?
XXXVI.
But hear his low soliloquy you may,
'Far, far
away,
in the
What
leisure
Time
mope
And
His virtue was, minority a stay With which he vexed wild youth, a fetter rope That held captive, so ne'er a sunbeam oped The morn, but Time would dally it away,
seemed; but at forty, when fain So Would rest. Time flew, fleet as a beam of Then 'twas the flight of Time did give me
it
I
light;
pain,
flight,
How
He He
pitiless is
Time!
When
old,
gloried in
lame and
blind,
me pace
it
147
XXXVII.
"Seeking repose,
I
fifty
me! how brief, huw silently they teem; The years at fifty, winged years, that wound The pages of youth's blotted scroll and bound
It
Ah
to inertia,
whence my
foe,
supreme
theme,
a doleful
The advent
Glory
in
me
The requiem
my
hopes, or fiud
reminiscences of things That were: but now, plumeless and bare, behind IVIe lie the broken pinions of Fancy's wings
Where memory journeys in her pensive mood To sit upon the tomb of youth and brood."
I4H
INDEX.
PAGE.
Again, Kiss
Alice
Me
99
83
75
My
95
14
1
to
Country,
My
Assessment Rolls
Deeds
vs.
Delight,
My
23 101
41
10 31 61
Forgiven
65 87
Jaunt,
Nicknames
Love,
Lees,
27 57 129 105
19 4 45 71
Million,
Had
Onward
Remington
My
79
113
119
*
Sovereign, The
Sleepy Corner
Thorn, The
Shady
Side,
The
a
.-
53 35
Woman, For
124
ILLUSTRATIONS.
PAGE.
Where
Euleha
the Cattle
Roam
Reading
Irene
My
Brief
9 20 24
Under the Apple Trees A Bonny Girl The Old, Familiar Ways
lona
:
46
48
John
John's Mansion
The Wife
50 55 69 77 85 92 93 96 121 133
CORRECTIONS
The The The
5th
1st
word
word
in
is
"voice."
in
in
1st
word
2nd
line
on page 27
"I" is omitted in
The
tombs.
4th
word
3rd line
on
page 125
is
"tomes," not
ir
6th
line
ol
2nd
stanza,
page
125,
is
The 3rd
should be
's.
'yvord in
the 9th
line
The
6th word
in
is
"contemplate."
"it"
and "may"
in
3rd
page 19.
The
last
word word
in 1st line of
in in
page 63
is
"fane."
is
The
The
5th
5th
"comes."
"voice.'
word
is
iria i2
mi
s:i
One copy
del. to Cat.
Div.