| ||Front Cover|
| ||Front Matter|
| ||Table of Contents|
| ||In love|
| ||Life's joys|
| ||World is fair|
| ||Joy in nature|
| ||A memory|
| ||Beside the sea|
| ||Grey days|
| ||Running waters|
| ||Summer days|
| ||Love and grief|
| ||If you were mine|
| ||My mother|
| ||To Phyllis|
| ||Birthday wish|
| ||In vain|
| ||I am content|
| ||I cannot tell|
| ||Love's lament|
| ||Love's farewell|
| ||I know not|
| ||Jamaica Christmas|
| ||Our playmate|
| ||His voice|
| ||In the garden|
| ||Thinking of you|
| ||At twilight|
| ||Singing pilgrim|
| ||On the death of a mouse|
| ||To Hampton|
| ||My childhood's home|
| ||To wed or not to wed|
| ||At Christmas|
| ||Poet's heart|
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Front Matter 1
Front Matter 2
Table of Contents
World is fair
Joy in nature
Beside the sea
Love and grief
If you were mine
I am content
I cannot tell
I know not
In the garden
Thinking of you
On the death of a mouse
My childhood's home
To wed or not to wed
UNA M. MARSON.
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J PRESENT this little book of poems to those
Sof the public who care to read it, without
Some of the poems included have al-
ready been published in the local "Cosmopolitan"
Magazine, and others in the local newspapers.
Of their worth it is not for me to
speak, except to say that they are the 'heart-throbs'
of one who from earliest childhood has worshipped
at the shrine of the muses and dwelt among the
open spaces and the silent hills where the cAdences
of Nature's voice tempt one to answering song.
I have been encouraged to present
these poems in book-form by many who have read
snatches of my writings, and if in so doing I give
pleasure to them I shall be amply rewarded.
To those who read them for the first
time. I trust their sincerity will appeal in snch a
wny ns to comnlpensate for any of those fnnlts which
are so really to he detected in the works of a new
and Imiible aspirant to a place among the Singers
"whosI songs gIushed from their hearts".
UNA M. MARSON.
The World Is Fair
Joy in Nature
Beside the Sea
Love and Grtef
If You Were Mine
t, My Mother
A Birthday Wish
I am Content
I Cannot Tell
I Know Not
A Jamaica Christmas
SucrION III-MIsclLLANlZOta POEMs.
In the Garden
Thinking of You
The Singing Pilgrim
On the Death of a Mouse
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.My Childhood's Home .
To Wed or Not to Wed
The Poet's Heart
I AM in love with the wonders of life,
Aye, in love with the struggle, the joy and the
For the beauties of rivers, of love and of flowers,
Of poetry, music and moonlight are ours.
MUSIC, poetry, lovely books,
Mountain, flowers, birds and brooks,
Animals,-both weak and strong.
Little children, love's old song.
THE WORLD IS FAIR.
THE world is fair, my love, so fair,
The World is fair to see;
There are so many wonders here,
God's gifts are always free.
"The Sunshine is a glorious birth,"
It shines for you and me,
The tender breezes whisper mirth,
The waves dance merrily.
The roses bloom on every hand
To tempt the honey bee;
And oh, the world is wondrous fair-
For do I not love thee?
JOY IN NATURE.
OB merry waves that dance in glee,
Oh sunbeams sparkling on the sea,
Oh wind that singeth merrily,
I love you so!
Ye meadows green, so passing fair,
Ye stately trees, ye songsters dear,
Ye tender blossoms falling here,
My heart's with you.
Dear distant hills all shaded now,
Dark blue and palest purple, how
I crave to reach those heights! I vow
My love to you.
Oh fleecy clouds that skim the sky
And kiss the mountain tops so high.
My thoughts soar upwards, and I sigh
To be as free!
A GLORIOUS night,
Soft breezes gently blowing,
No ray of light,
Save fireflies brightly glowing,
And stars so few,
The sound of waters flowing
And just we two.
I SIT and idly wonder as the waves
beat on the shore,
If the surging waves of passion will
beat for evermore;
Will call in vain for answer from the
dawn of day to night
And call again till day breaks with her
glorious purple light.
Oh waves that beat upon the shore as
tho' in anger strong,
I feel the firmness of your might but
it will not be long
Ere calm succeeds and you'll be resting
on her tender breast,
With gentle sighs and kisses there content
you'll go to rest.
No more I'll sit and wonder, for dear waves
you bring to me
A message true and tender that comes from
the mighty sea-
The waves of passion often break and beat
upon me sore,
But calm and rest will come again and
peace my soul restore.
BESIDE THE SEA.
I LAY beside the sea one Summer's day;
The sunbeams danced in glee among the waves;
The breezes sang a pleasant song of May:
The birds were singing too. I could but gaze
Upon the glorious scene, quite lost in thought;
I looked across as far as eye could see
And oh, such memories came to me unsought!
Wert thou not near that hour, dear friend to me?
I thought of thee, my friend of days long past;
Of thy grand passion for the restless sea;
Of how we sang fond ditties, and at last
We watched the sun's last farewell to the trees;
What power hath thought to sadden the whole soul;
The sunshine, rippling waves, all failed to calm
My restless pulse; a sadness o'er me stole-
A loneliness for which there was no balm.
OH baby moon,
Grant me one boon-
Please tell me do,
Please tell me true-
I'm sure you know
So don't say no.
Please tell me now,
To thee I vow,
My lips to hold;
So please be bold-
This is my plea
Thinks he of me?
Oh baby moon,
You make me swoon,
My patience try.
I sit and sigh,
And here I'll stay
Till break of day.
I LOVE the sombre days and sombre nights
Without the sunshine's warmth and starry skies,
Without the blaze of colour and the glow
That on a sunny day doth meet the eyes.
I love the rest they bring to heart and soul,
The thoughts that gather round on these grey days,
The little winds that whisper in the trees,
The birds that sing their cheerful songs of praise.
'Tis on these grey days that my wondering thoughts
Are filled with tender memories of you,
Those happy days when all the world seemed fair
And there was love and laughter for us two.
Was it not, Love, upon a day like this
You came to me and filled my life with bliss?
THE sound of running waters is like music to
For 'twas by the little rivulet that I first met
And now whene'er I hear the running waters sweet-
A sort of joy comes to my heart, they seem to sing
The brooks they know my secrets, I tell them every.
A tale of love and laughter, naught of sorrow do
They listen as I tell them how I love his dreamy
Sometimes they laugh and whisper that he's telling
And then I strongly chide them saying that my love
He's promised that whatever comes he'll always he
Oh you merry laughing waters your songs go to
I love him and I love you too, and we shall never
OH the lovely days of summer
Are the days for love and laughter,
For music and for dancing flowing free:
But what of summer days,
Blue skies, soft winds and flowers,
When One my soul adores is far from me.
What of sunshine and of roses,
What of night winds softly calling,
What of dancing waves upon a silvery sea;
When my heart is lonely, blue,
For love's tender kiss from you,
For the rapture in your voice that thrills me so.
I can feel your strong hands clasp me,
I can hear your lightsome laughter,
As I tell you that I love I know not why;
I can hear you say 'I know,
I can always tell you though,
I love you just for this because I do.'
Oh, the rapture of the hours
That we spent in days gone by,
Tell me, love, when you will make these hours
Oh, the lovely days of June,
Oh, the lovely silvery moon,
Oh the winds that whisper secrets to my heart!
He is coming my beloved,
Coming now to see his love,
To re-live those days when all the world was fair.
I can heai his footsteps fall
And his gentle loving call,
And his arms stretched out so wide to welcome me.
Oh, my throbbing heart be still,
Oh my longing eyelids rest,
He will come and love thee all the summer days;
And the days will seem too short,
When he lingers by my side,
We'll forget how long the days of summer are.
Oh my darling thou art come,
My poor heart has ceased to moan,
Enfold me to thy breast, there let me rest, ah,-
Let me rest forever there,
Let me feel you always near,
And every year will seem a summer's day.
For you'll soothe my every care,
You'll dry my every tear,
And I'll bless God for the love you bring to me;
I'll bless Him for the birds,
I'll bless Him for the flowers,
I'll bless Him for the glorious blue of heaven.
I'll praise Him for the sea,
For the waves that dance in glee,
For the little winds that whisper in the trees;
I'll rejoice in summer days,
Yea, I'll sing a song of praise,
But I'll bless Him most because He gave me you.
I will love you to the end,
Oh my dearest earthly friend,
For my love will never change with changing years;
Then when time shall be no more,
And we seek a happier shore,
There we'll love and live all through eternity.
Oh my heart what dreams of bliss!
I can feel your loving kiss,
Blown softly on my cheeks by every wind;
Oh come to me my love,
I am waiting here for thee,
Come oh come, and bless for aye my waiting eyr-s;
Come, ah, come to me my love,
Can't you hear the stars above
Forever telling that I long for thee.
Can't you hear the night winds call,
As the shades of evening fall,
I am waiting, longing, sighing love for thee!
To the tune of the Indian Love Lyric "The Temple Bells."
LOVE AND GRIEF.
WHY are ye linked fast
And linger side by side?
Now love has come at last,
Must grief also abide?
Ah, yes, twin souls, they go,
Not devious ways apart;
But he who love would know
Must suffer grief of heart.
L~Y ILJ C
SHAD so many loves, friends used to ay
I'd never live to see my wedding day.
Platonic friends I called them, and 'twas fun,
For just like kids we'd romp beneath the sun.
I thought I loved them all, but now I know
The hidden error that deceived me so,
For till your wondering eyes gazed into mine
I never knew that love was half divine.
IF YOU WERE MINE.
F thou wert mine, beloved,
And I were thine,
And thou wouldst sing beloved
A song divine.
A song of love so tender,
Love so true,
Like songbirds calling soft
'Neath skies o' blue.
If thou wert mine beloved
And I were thine,
And thou wouldst whisper to me
Of love divine;
I'd ask no further blessing,
Joy more divine,
If thou wert mine beloved.
And I were thine.
THE roses long for sunshine
And rain and cooling dew,
The songbirds long for summer,
And love, I long for you.
I long to have you near me,
To see your smile divine,
To hear you softly whisper
'Beloved you are mine.'
I long for your caresses,
For just one tender kiss,
To thrill my soul with rapture
And fill my heart with bliss.
Beloved I am longing,
When shall this yearning cease,
And I be resting by you
In perfect calm and peace?
IF you were sitting here beside me now
And your warm hands were resting on my brow,
Methinks I could keep back the tears that rise
Within my heart and travel to my eyes.
If you were here and held my trembling hand
And only whispered low, 'I understand,'
My heart would bless your tender lips for aye
And pray that you should ever with me stay.
If you would come to me just for a while
And let me see once more your tender smile,
Joy would return again to my lone heart,
For what is life to me now we're apart?
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MY heart is aching so within my breast,
I know not why, there comes to me no rest;
The tears will rise, I cannot bid them stay,
The dark hours still remain; no sign of day.
But how can dawn light up the tropic sky,
When thou, light of my heart, art never nigh;
The night will still remain, no day can be
Until the sunshine of thy smile I see.
FOR me the sunbeams dance and dart
And song birds sing with merry heart,
For me the winds are whispering low
And laughing flowers in hedges grow.
For me the brook runs merrily
With soothing song to seek the sea,
For me Diana sheds her light
And steadfast stars shine thro' the night.
For me the waves of ocean sigh
Or dance with sunbeams darting by,
For me the shades of twilight fall
And beauty doth the earth enthrall:
But not for me what most I crave,-
To call thee mine,-to be thy slave.
OH! my Mother, my Mother, the Christmas bells
And the Angels again do their glad tidings
Blithe hearts are rejoicing in homes bright and gay,
With songs and with laughter the world hails the
Oh! my Mother, my Mother, I hear the bells ring,
And the glad Christmas carols the dear children
But my thoughts turn to you and the teardrops
For I miss your sweet presence to comfort my heart-
Oh! my Mother, my Mother, can you hear me call?
Can you see the heartache, the tears as they fall?
I know that Christ sees them, but Mother of mine
It is so hard without you, sweet Mother Divine.
THOU precious little Rosebud
Blooming on this lovely earth,
God sent thee here to cheer us
With your laughter and your mirth.
Those big brown eyes of innocence
Are smiling up at me,
I hear your gentle little voice
Your smiling face I see.
You're just a tiny rosebud,
Blooming in God's Garden fair,
May you become a fragrant rose
Beneath His tender care.
A BIRTHDAY WISH.
F there's a wish that I could grant myself on this
'Twould be to see you, Mother, but you've gone so
I cannot hear your gentle voice, I cannot feel your
Your loving tender presence each day still more I
O Mother mine, my heart is sad, is sad today for
Oh what are all the joys of life since none are
shared by you,
On this another birthday morn my eyes are dim
For I shall no more hold your hands throughout
the empty years.
N vain I build me stately mansions fair,
And set thee as my king upon the throne,
And place a lowly stool beside thee there,
Thus, as thy slave to come into my own.
In vain I deck the halls with roses sweet
And strew the paths with petals rich and rare,
And list with throbbing heart sounds of thy feet,
The welcome voice that tells me thou art near.
In vain I watch the dawn break in the sky
And hope that thou wilt come with coming day:
Alas, Diana calmly sails on high,
But thou, king of my heart, art far away.
In vain one boon from life's great store I erave
No more the king comes to his waiting slave.
W HAT matters it tonight that all is bright,
That laughter and glad music fill the air,
That crowds on pleasure bent feel great de-
And Christmas bells are ringing everywhere.
What matters it though friends are gathering round
To wish the best that Christmas day can bring,
That peace and love within their hearts abound,
And that they bid me still to.dance and sing.
What matters it though gifts be strewn on me,
Though loving greetings come with every mail,
And naught hut things to please and cheer I see,-
All these to bring me gladness sadly fail:
For though the great wide world lay at my feet,
Without your smile my life is incomplete.
I AM CONTENT.
I AM content to love you to the end,
To have you fill my thoughts both night and day,
Though not on me your fondest love you spend
And in your thoughts I hold but little sway.
I am content to listen for your call,
To hasten or delay at your behest,
Tho' when I need you most as shadows fall,
It seems you still must linger with the rest.
I am content if only you are glad,
If to your heart there comes no cruel pain.
Though life is drear and when my heart is sad
In silent prayer I long for you in vain:
Oh love, I am content, although I know
The years can bring but emptiness and woe.
MAKE me no vows, beloved, do not say
That come what may your love will never
Oh do not vow that you will love for aye,
That naught can evermore your heart estrange.
Make me no vows against the coming years,
For who can tell what changes they may bring?
They may be filled with laughter or with tears,
To some new soul your tender heart may cling.
Make me no vows, so that you love me now
With all the ardour of your loving soul-
What need have we of promise or of vow,
What is to be is written in His scroll:
Oh love me while you may, for who can tell
How soon the time may come to say farewell.
I CANNOT TELL.
I CANNOT tell why I who once was gay
And never knew the burden of a sigh
Now sit and pass the weary hours away,
And never have a care for what goes by.
I cannot tell why oft the teardrops rise
And my sad heart lies leaden in my breast,
And in my mind these anxious thoughts arise
For no more am I happy with the rest.
I cannot tell why life is not the name
And my heart answers not to music's plea,
Or why I start whene'er I hear your name
And in my dreams no other face I see:
I cannot tell why I should wish to die,
Now that the time has come to say goodbye.
I CANNOT let you hold me in your arms
And listen while you talk of trivial things;
It pains my heart thus to resist your charms
And see the longings of my soul take wings.
I cannot feel the pressure of your hands
Without the wish to hold them to my lips,
I have no strength to face life's big demands
While daily from my heart your image slips.
I cannot hear the thought of losing you,
Yet still your presence brings me bitter pain.
The happy days gone by we will not rue-
Their tender memories still to us remain;
But oh my heart, I cannot bid you stay,
Though as you go you take my life away.
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TIS best that we should say farewell for.ae, '
[ And never meet again in fond embrace.;;- ..
Away I go, some thousand miles away,
And I may nevermore behold your face.
'Tis best that we should part; let us forego
The farewell hour, oh love, I cannot hear
Those words fall from your lips altho' I khow
I nevermore may see your face so dear.
Oh please forgive this coward heart of mine,
That cannot meet the pain in your dear eyes,
And rest my trembling hands once more in thine
And stem the tears that in my heart arise.
Oh love, I know you would not have me go,
But be content, the Fates have willed it so.
I KNOW NOT.
I KNOW not where thou lingerest tonight,
Or where thy footsteps strayed the livelong day,
Or whither thou wilt go tomorrow night,-
I only know that thou art far away.
I know not now who sees thee when thou smilest,
And hears the mellow music of thy voice,
Nor how the fleeting hours thou beguilest;
It may be that once more thou hast no choice.
I know not if one little thought of me
Sometimes comes softly stealing to your heart,
Nor if a vestige of regret there be
Now that, beloved one, we are apart:
Bu: this I know, my love shall follow thee
Throughout all time into eternity.
WHAT shall I do to bribe the hours of day
And long, long hours of night to hasten on,
To quickly come and faster pass away,
Nor lengthen out the hours while you are gone?
How shall I bid the moon to stay her beams
And linger on awhile until you come,
Or banish from my mind these fitful dreams,
That in my weary heart have made their home?
O present day and due returning night,
Speed, speed away, right quickly don your wAnge,
I thee implore; come make a hasty flight,
My longing heart bears many questioning;
And never, night or day, will be at rest
Until once more I hold thee to my breast.
ALONE I sit and watch the shadows fall;
The sky that lately wore a radiant hue
Is mantled now in twilight's purple pall,
And lo! the evening star floats into view.
The hours of day are done and rest has come
To tired hearts and hands that laboured long;
Man, bird and beast are fondly seeking home,
Glad that these restful hours to them belong.
I love these hours of peace at close of day,
The beauty of the twilight thrills my soul,
Calms my unrest, steals my sad cares away
And nerves my heart to struggle to the goal:
Oh blessed gift, still linger by my side
Till in my soul thy calm and peace abide.
AMID the sorrows that encompass me,
Amid the loneliness, the toil, the strife,
There comes to me one tender memory,
That strengthens me and cheers my daily life.
It is the memory of your loving face,
The memory of the music of your voice,
The love you gave to me, the tender grace,
That even now makes my sad heart rejoice.
Oh Mother Mine, I think of you at morn,
And 'mid the silent twilight hours too;
When I am feeling weary and forlorn
The thought of you shall still my soul renew;
Oh how can I forget you, Mother dear,
E'en though my tearful voice you cannot hear?
A JAMAICA CHRISTMAS.
AH fair Jamaica, lovely sunkissed land,
At this bright Christmastide I love thee best,
Thy cheering warmth my heart cannot with-
Thy cooling winds at Vesper whisper rest.
White Coralillas in profusion bloom,
And flaring red Poinsettias appear,
With no snow storms or frost to cast a gloom
Or mar the radiance of our Isle so dear.
Old Santa Claus, with gifts, goes all around
And fills the children with delight once more,
Joy, fun and laughter and good cheer abound,
And hearts grow still as tender as of yore:
For Christmastide, so fair and bright, imparts
True peace and love to warm Jamaican hearts.
HE came to us with sunshine in his eyes,
A winsome lad that had ten summers seen,
For one brief month he shared our joys and
And now he's lying cold beneath the green.
We heard his homesick sobbings in the night,
We heard him often sigh amid our play,
But we had seen this malady before
And knew homesickness never came to stay.
Had we but guessed he'd say goodbye so soon,
Would never play again upon the green,
We should have loved and cheered his little heart
And still more tender would our words have been:
Oh playmates, let us love each other well,
Life is so brief, too soon we say farewell.
O H God look down in pity on Thy child
Who with a load of care looks up to Thee
For guidance, and for eyes clearly to see;
The way is dreary, Lord, and rough and wild.
I cannot feel Thy hands still holding mine,
Thy voice to soothe and guide I cannot hear;
Oh touch my eyes and cast out every fear,
And let me feel again my hands in Thine.
Lord, I am weary, now my strength renew
And give me faith and courage for the strife,
Thou knowest well the toils and cares of life,
And how we need Thy grace to help us through.
Be Thou my guide, I need Thy tender care,
For there is much to suffer and to dare.
O H heart of mine, dost thou not truly know
That 'mid the throbbing universe of life
With all its turmoil and its fret and strife,
There is a still small voice that whispers low?
Canst thou not hear its calm and soothing tone
Above the clamour of those hurrying feet
That all day long keep pacing through the street
Saying, "Be brave, for thou art not alone,
"Lo, I am with thee and I'll hold thy hand,
Fear not and only put thy trust in Me,
O'er the rough ways I still will be with thee,
I know thy sorrows and I understand;
"But bear thy cross here for a little while,
And Thou shalt see the glory of My milee"
MISCELLANEOUS PO MSI
T HE month of June is here with all it brings
Of birds and flowers and evenings fair and
The heart of nature in devotion sings
And beauty reigns supreme from morn to night.
At eventide the soft June breezes kiss
The snow-white daisies in the meadows green;
Their little heads they bow in perfect bliss
As if to bid fair evening to their Queen.
The bird seems loathe to greet his cosy nest,
The weary worker seeks his welcome home,
The radiant summer sun sinks in the west,
And all the world from toil to rest has come.
The golden sunset fades alas too soon,
And twilight shadows softly steal around;
Up in the heavens the slowly brightening moon
Casts her pale shadows all along the ground.
Now fast the twilight fades into the night,
And soft cool breezes hush themselves to sleep;
Now all the world is bathed in the pale light
Of lady moon who doth her vigil keep.
Oh, month of June, when nature sweetly sings,
And roses bloom around us everywhere,
My heart's in tune, new hope within me springs
In June the fairest month of all the year.
IN THE GARDEN.
H ERE in the moonlit garden
Fragrant with perfume of flowers,
I sit all alone in silence,
Recalling those happy hours.
A sadness comes stealing o'er me
I try in vain to dispel;
For what are moonlight and roses
Since you have whispered farewell?
You were the light of my vision,
The rose that bloomed in my heart;
So what is a garden of roses,
Beloved, since we are apart?
But memories are sweet and tender,
And hope is firm and strong,-
Maybe the ship Good Fortune
Will bring you back e'er long:
Till then, here in the garden
Fragrant with perfume of flowers,
I'll sit alone with fond memoriess
And dream of returning hours.
THINKING OF YOU.
I AM thinking of you tonight, dear,
As I sit by my window alone,-
The air is tender and sweet here
And Diana is on her throne.
I am thinking of you and I wonder
Just what you are doing now,
And time makes my heart grow fonder
In spite of my passionate vow.
I keep thinking of you, and your sweet voice
Is echoing in my ears-
I keep seeing your face, I have no choice,
Every moment to me it appears.
Oh love as I gaze on the splendour
Of a glorious night such as this,
How can I help but remember
A thought that just fills me with bliss?
I wonder, beloved; please tell me,
Do you give me e'en one thought tonight?
I'm thinking of you; can it be,
You are thinking of one out of sight.
I'D give the world, beloved one, to know
If, ere your tired eyelids close in rest,
A thought of me, one little thought of me,
Comes stealing by, a not unwelcome guest.
Sleep passed me by tonight, she could not stay,
My restless heart would not keep tryst and so
I questioned her; but oh, she could not tell,
What need had I of her? I bade her go.
And now, beloved, I am sick of heart;
'Tis only you can answer my soul's cry;
For all my thollghit are centred now in you,
Your name is whispered soft beneath each sigh.
I'd give the world, beloved one, to know
If in the many thoughts that fill your mind
Amid the long remembered days and hours,
You give to me a little thought that's kind.
I KNOW too well beloved
That thou art not for me,
That other hands and other hearts
Will minister to thee.
I know those eyes so tender
On others still will shine,
And that your kiss will linger
On other lips than mine.
Alas, I know 'tis folly
To love you as I do,
There is no help, beloved
My heart cries out for you.
We must not talk like lovers,
Such joys we may not seek,
For then my heart may answer,
My strong resolves grow weak.
Oh, yes, I know 'tis folly,
But who can bid love go?
I know I'll ever love you,
Yet would it were not so.
W HY can't you love me dearly
As other lovers do?
Why are you thus withholding?
Oh tell me, tell me true.
You say you love me better
Than all the world beside,
That you will love me ever
Whatever may betide.
You love the tender music
That my voice brings to you,
You love my soft caresses
And wish for them anew.
And yet you will not answer,
Oh strange child that thou art,
Come, lean on me and tell me
All that is in thine heart.
LOVE of my soul, I love you
With love I can't express,
But you must know beloved
It means unhappiness.
'Tie true, how true, I need you
More than all else beside,
What would I give my darling
To linger by your side.
I'm jealous of the breezes
That play about your hair,
I'm jealous of the sunbeams
To which you are so near.
Beloved, how I love you
Nor tongue nor pen can tell,
Oh heart of mine, be silent.
I love you but too well.
And yet I cannot grant you
The boon you ask of me,-
Oh cruel fate that hinders
Nor makes this captive free.
And can T thus deny you
Wh: l h11\< Imt ir am I?
And yet I must beloved,
Though with a broken sigh.
I know you do not love me
And it is better so,
Because my bitter anguish
Your tender heart might know.
And when I give beloved
I give with both my hands,
Nor ever should recapture
The prize your love demands.
Dear, since you do not love me
And our ways lie apart,
Forget how much I love you
And I will do my part.
And now you know my secret
Oh, ask of me no more
Lest I forget and open
My heart's firm closed door.
Ask me no more, beloved,
For I can ne'er be thine,
Nor have the fates decreed it
That some day you'll be mine.
Ask me no more my darling;
What pain thus to deny
The idol of my vision
For whom I daily sigh!
I must refuse, beloved,
Or soil my soul with sin,
In yielding to your passion,--
Your love I may not win.
Our lives must drift apart, dear,
Forget me, it is best;
But, oh, the pain and heartache
That never will know rest.
__~__ _.___ _____
WE laughed and talked together,
You were to me so dear,
You did not know my struggle
To keep away a tear.
My heart was sore with anguish,
But what was that to you?
We talked of other matters
Of things we had to do.
I sought a little treasure,
A little word of love,
To keep within my bosom,
All other thoughts above.
You said 'twas lovely weather
I said 'twas lovely too,
But I thought of your beauty
Tell me, of what thought you?
You sat so long in silence
I thought you were asleep
But you were merely thinking
Thoughts that were incomplete.
You smiled when I recalled you,
Ah, such a charming smile-
We talked of trivial matters
And did the hours beguile.
You did not know the longing,
The things I wished to say,
I kept them in my bosom,
They shall be wept away.
Ne'er shall you know, beloved,
The anguish of my heart,
The love and deep devotion
That make the teardrops start.
We'll smile a merry greeting,
Platonic friends all do;
We'll talk of other matters,
That's all it means to you.
SIS on' ,,, since we met,
1 We two,
'Tis one long year: and yet
It seems I can't forget,
'Tis all so new.
I wonder how it seems
I wonder if in dreams
You see the faintest beams
How strange it is to me
So soon, we both should be
Apart by land and sea,
Apart in dreadful silence!
Of slightest friendship! Whence
Has some great offence
As though a crime so great
Of whatsoever weight,
That could a breach create
'Twixt me and thee.
And yet, it's all so true.
Too well I'd do
Most anything for you,
I love you so.
But yet I should have known
A summer's love
That in your heart had grown,
Perhaps to you unknown,
Would transient prove.
I thought of that, but still
You would recall the thrill
That did our spirits fill,
But thus we pass through life,
A little love, a little strife;
Now joy, now grief is rife;
Hopes rise and fall.
*TIS twilight, and the shades of evening fall,
1 Her calm to all earth's restlessness has come,
Sweet heavenly peace enfolds this lovely land
And toilworn now, her children gather home.
But peace has passed me by; my aching heart
Knows nought of calm, or peacefulness or rest,
Vague longings and despairs will gather round,
And lingering thoughts of you molest my breast.
I seem to see your radiant, tender smile
Mirror'd again amid the sunset's rays,
I seem to hear your soft melodious voice
As songbirds chirp their drowsy twilight lays.
Beloved, even now you seem so near,
I almost feel your breath upon my cheek,
I see the lovelight in your lovely eyes,
And, as of yore, to kiss your hair I seek.
Oh, sunset's radiant ray of rapture rare!
Perchance my love now worships at thy shrine,
Canst thou not then convey my love to him,
Thou art fit messenger for love like mine!
Ye songbirds hastening on to peaceful nests,
Pause in your flight beside his latticed door
And murmur low love's tender old sweet song
From one whose heart shall love him evermore.
And oh, ye deepening shades enfolding all,
Perchance my love is sad and lone tonight:-
Creep softly round, and as he goes to rest
Kiss his soft lids for me, bid him goodnight.
TEIOU fairest Island of the Western Sea,
What tribute has the Muse to pay to thee?
Oh, that some tender lay she could inspire
That we might sing thy praises and ne'er tire.
Oh lovely Island where the sun shines bright
And scarce one week withholds her cheery light;
No chilly winter wind doth o'er thee blow,
No fields and streams are covered o'er with snow,
But one grand summer all the long year through
Dost thou enjoy beneath a sky of blue.
Among thy woods the birds with carols gay
From morn till night are merrily at play;
The hum of bees upon the flowering trees
Makes sweetest music with the summer breeze.
The fields are covered o'er with Daisies bright
Which nod their pretty heads in sheer delight;
By babbling brooks the shady palms arise,
While wandering near, earth seems a Paradise.
The brilliance of the myriad stars by night
Unto the weary traveller giveth light;
Among thy woods the flitting fireflies
Form one grand starland with their fiery eyes.
And when Diana rising o'er yon hill
Sheds her pale light, while all the earth is still,
Ah, then, what bliss to wander hand in hand
Like lovers neathh the bowers in Fairyland.
All hail to thee! Fair Island of the West,
Where thy dear people are forever blest
With beauteous gifts from nature's blessed hand,
Lavished in rich profusion o'er the land.
Welcome be all who journey many a mile
To share the joys of this our lovely Isle:
Fond nature still invites,-'Come, be my guest
And I will give thee gladness, peace and rest!'
THE SINGING PILGRIM.
I WAS sitting by the wayside
Restive in the waiting car,
For I longed to hasten homewards,
I had journeyed from afar.
Dark the sky o'erhead and cloudy,
And the night wind whispered low,
Naught relieved the inky blackness
But the silent flitting glow
Of the ever restless fireflies,
Dancing madly here and there,
As I sat amid the silence
That to me seemed everywhere.
What was that? The sound of singing
Coming nearer and more near,
Sadly sweet, so full of pathos
Was the song that reached me there.
Not a sound was heard of footsteps:
Just the sweet and plaintive strain
Sung by someone in the darkness,
Sung in accents clear and plain
"Must I go-and empty handed?
Must I meet my Saviour so?
Not one soul with which to greet Him?
Must I empty handed go?"
Suddenly a short slim figure
Stepped into the path of light
Streaming from the silent motor,
And I wondered at the sight.
'Twas the figure of a woman
Going down the hill of life-
Her brown face was worn and wrinkled
By life's strenuous toil and strife.
On her head she bore a basket
Balanced there composedly,
Silently her bare feet moving
While her empty hands swung free.
Eagerly I gazed upon her,
That lone traveller of the night,
And it seemed but one brief second
Ere she vanished from my sight.
Vanished once more in the darkness,
Vanished, singing soft and low:
"Must I go-and empty handed
Must I meet my Saviour so?"
Every word seemed to be uttered
From a heart with love aglow,-
"Not one soul with which to greet Him,
Must I empty handed go?"
Softly and more soft it sounded,
As the singer journeyed on;
Soon was gone from sight and hearing
That lone singer and her song.
On she passed; her sweet song faded
Like the twilight into night;
But as long as life is with me
I shall ne'er forget that sight.
How unconscious was the singer
That her tuneful song that day
In another soul had wakened
Thoughts that would forever stay.
Thoughts of Christ, the wondrous Saviour
Whom one day we hope to meet;
Would I take no comrade with me?
Cast no trophies at His feet?
And I prayed for grace and wisdom
To proclaim my Saviour's love,
And to help some weary wanderer
Reach that better land above.
And I prayed too that the singer
Should not meet her Lord alone,
But that those she loved would gather
With her round the great White throne.
Then I went along the highway
Hearing still the sweet refrain,
And throughout my life's long journey
It shall in my heart remain.
Oh, I must be very thoughtful,
For the things I say and do
After this my life is ended,
Surely meet with me anew.
Just a word, a thought, an action
May cause untold good or ill,
I must live to help, not hinder,
As I journey up life's hill.
'TWAS only a pair of baby eyes
1 That then gazed into mine,
But the mem'ry of that little face
Shall never pass with time.
Those sweet dark eyes so large and bright,
What did they say to me?
Why do they haunt, what did they say,
Those eyes so fair to see?
Ah yes, they spoke of Innocence,
And trust and sweetness still,
Of purity and simple hearts
That bear no thought of ill.
They thrilled me, for they brought to me
Once more my early youth-
When I had loved and trusted all
And felt that all was truth.
In those dear eyes I saw again
\VlI:it I for once had been.
Ere the vast world took hold of me
With all its doubt and sin,
Ere I had known to doubt, to know
That life was really not
As I had dreamt, and the vast world
I'd thought a lovely spot
Was marred with base unsightly blots
Placed there by man alone,
That disappointments, cares and pain,
So soon to me would come.
Ah me, that those sweet eyes so deep,
So full of confidence,
Could charm and bring to me again
Those years of innocence.
Oh blissful state, to live a while,
Enjoying all around,
Oblivious of the evil things
That in our world abound.
Those days have passed, and in the strife,
I oft forget that state-
And those sweet eyes just came, once more
My thought to reinstate.
Oh that through disappointment still,
I yet may pass through life
Filled with that faith and boundless love
Which started with the strife.
As quick to see the bright and good-
As quick to speak the truth
As those sweet eyes of innocence
That brought me thoughts of youth.
ON THE DEATH OF A MOUSE.
P OOR little Mousie,
Killed by a car,
Your Mother is wondering
Just where you are.
Not come for supper!
Not come for tea!
Poor little Mousie,
Cold as can be.
SWEET Hampton-fairest school of all the Isle,
Where happily I sojourned for a while-
And passed those happy years so free from pain,
What would I give to dwell with thee again?
Oh glorious School among the hills so high,
Where sunsets glow upon the tropic sky,
Where birds among the woods with carols gay
Hail the first splendours of the coming day.
Thou dearest school of all my youthful days,
Oh that the muse would grant me voice to praise
Thy charms, thy rare delights, thy bowers of ease
Which often made e'en Latin verbs to please.
For when at last the day's full tasks were done,
Each afternoon, long ere the set of sun,
We gladly clamoured out and gathered round
To tennis, hockey, games or chat profound,
Or hand in hand to wander in the shade
And search for orchids through each hill and glade,
To sit beneath the trees in friendship sweet
And hear the nightingales each other greet,
Or yet to wander lonely 'mong the trees
And hear the music of the birds and bees-
And drink from nature all the rest and peace
That in the haunts of nature never cease.
Then the great bell that told when games were done
Summoned us all within the walls to come-
One hour of silent study, this would close
Our busy day, and bring us sweet repose.
And on the last night of each happy week,
No class room-but the splendid hall we'd seek,
All "dolled up" in our pretty clothes we'd go
With joy to trip the light fantastic toe.
And on the sabbath day all dressed in white,
We'd sing the hymns of praise with all our might,
And when the evening shadows gathered round,
We'd list to songs and harmonies of sound.
Such were thy charms: and oft when cares oppress,
And sorrows and dull cares my heart distress,
Fond memory turns to those glad scenes again-
Those gladsome days that could not long remain.
Ah me, the cares of Latin and of French,
And of long hours spent upon the bench,
The toils of writing prose and conning rhymes
To us no doubt, did seem large ones at times.
But in the hard world, when we take our place,-
And strife, and toil we each one have to face,
Ah then, we smile at what seemed such large cares,
And those small things that often caused us tears.
How oft in dreams I live those days again,
Chasing a hockey ball with might and main,
Or sit and list without a thought of fear
To dearest Mona reading great Shakespeare.
Sweet Hampton, still with grateful loyal heart
We think of thee; and in life's busy mart,
We bless thy founders and thy Head whose care
Hath made thee what thou art, a school most dear.
MY CHILDHOOD'S HOME.
LAST night I dreamt that I went back to my
dear Country Home
And strolled along the meadows where I often
used to roam,
I culled wild flowers for Mother as I did in days
Till little birds all said goodnight and stars peeped
out on high.
And ever since I had that dream, my heart longs
more and more
To see my home, and Mother standing by the Cot-
To see the lovelight in her eyes, and feel her tender
To hear her loving voice again that filled my heart
I hear the meadows calling and I hear the brook's
The same that in my childhood days did make my
I see the roses blooming and the lovely eglantine,
And the little dew-kissed violets for other hands
My little friend, the Robin, has returned to build
In the Myrtle by my airy room which looks towards
I wonder if she has new friends or if she misses me,
Dear cheery little Robin, always blithe and gay and
I hear the roosters crowing and the pigeons coo at
I see the dewdrIlips shining on the grass upon the
I hear dear Mother calling and her voice is, oh, so
As with a smiling face she goes another day to greet.
It would be grand to go back to my Country home
And find my Mother standing there beside the cot-
But darling Mother long since has gone up beyond
And the old familiar places have been filled with
'Tis only in my dreams that I shall see my home
And greet my old friends passing down the quiet
And hear my Mother singing the sweet songs she
sang of yore,
Her angel voice, so dear to me, on earth I'll hear
The lovely days now past and gone are but a mem-
And the longing for my Mother and my home must
Till my life's work here is ended, and to all I bid
And go to he with Mother, where God's saints for-
TIS six years since with aching heart we saw
1 you pass away,
Away beyond the shadows, to the realms of
What words are there that can express the sorrow
and the pain
Of that sad parting, though we felt that we would
They say that time heals wounds Mother, but 'tis
now six long years,
And still there is the aching heart, the silent flow
We miss the music of your voice, the touch of your
The tender look which makes us feel that Mother
The chair is vacant Mother and we miss you every-
We miss you in the morning hours and when the
night draws near,
Aye, most of all we miss you when the evening hours
And weary with the toil of day we turn again to
There's joy in Mother's welcome to a home of peace
In loving words of comfort to a spirit worn and
Like freshening dews of night-time falling on the
8o the heart is soothed at evening by the touch of
The days have gone so slowly since you said your
And many years yet may be given to us on earth
But oh, we thank you Mother that you taught us
where to go
When the heart is full of sorrow, and tears unbid-
We are glad because, dear Mother, our kind Saviour
And when we sigh in loneliness he takes us by the
And whispers words of comfort as we lean upon his
With trembling lips we answer, "Lord, we know Thy
way is best."
We might have gone astray, Mother, and so He called
That we should feel our need of Him and to His
He cares for all our sorrows, yet because he loves
He sends them but to keep us in the way we ought
We thank Him for a Mother who was ever kind and
We thank Him for dear Father who rests from his
And oh, how much we thank Him for the blessed
gift of tears;
For the comfort He will bring our hearts all through
the coming years.
And then sometime, we know not when, in the sweet
From this fair earth we'll pass to fairer mansions
in the sky;
As weary nestlings hail again with joy their Moth-
We'll greet you, Angel Mother, where God's Saints
SOMEITIMR; I grow so weary
Of the struggle and the strife,
The hardships and depressions
That often come in life.
I sit and idly wonder
If the dear Lord really knows,
Of all oir weary heartaches,
Of all our eares and woes.
I often sit and wonder
If he sees my many tears,
If he shares my every sorrow,
If he seeks to calm my fears.
Sometimes I grow so weary,
My faith is all too small;
He seems so far from me,
He does not heed my call.
Dear Lord when I grow weary
Of all life's toil and din-
Oh whisper words of comfort,
And send thy peace within.
Oh let me hear thee whisper,
'Fear not, for I am near,
I know thy every sorrow
I'll dry thy every tear."
"I suffered so much for thee,
My cross was heavier far,
If thou wilt but be patient,
No ill thy peace shall mar.
Then weariness shall vanish,-
Enthused I'll rise and fight-
And in this blessed knowledge
My cross will now seem light.
T IS anguish that I feel,
SNo other word nor sound
Can fit my mood.
Oh God, in anguish deep
To Thee I cry this night;-
Art Thou not good?
Oh God, on Thee I call,
Whom else have I but Thee?
In deep distress,
In agony of heart,
To Thee I humbly pray
Oh Thou the Light, the Way,
Shine on my weary path
And give me light;
For Thou canRt speak to me,
Canst give me perfect rest;
Help Tile this night.
LORD, 'tis not much I ask,
Oh grant me this,
Not lighter be my task
Or more my bliss;
Not wealth or fame to gain,
Not the world's praise,
Not to be free from pain
All thro' the days.
Grant me a loving soul
A child of thine whose goal
Is set in thee.
Dear Lord the way is rough,
And tho' I know
That thou art near enough,
My heart aches so;
My eyes grow dim with tears,
For one mid joys and cares,
And in distress
I cry to thee; I know
That Thou art good,
That Thou art wise, and so
'Tis all, but shouldst Thou see,
Dear Lord of Love
No wisdom in my plea,
I look above
And ask that Thou be near;
Lord give me strength,
And grace, nor let me fear;
Until, at length,
When Thou dost call me home
To thy sweet rest,
I'll answer as I come
'Thy way was best."
TO WED OR NOT TO WED.
-0 wed, or not to wed: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The fret and loneliness of spinsterhood
Or to take arms against the single state
And by marrying, end it? To wed; to match,
No more; yet by this match to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To wed, to match;
To match, perchance mismatch: aye, there's the rub;
For in that match what dread mishaps may come,
When we have shuffled off this single state
For wedded bliss: there's the respect
That makes singleness of so long life,
For who'd forego the joys of wife and mother,
The pleasures of devotion, of sacrifice and love
The blessings of a home and all home means,
The restful sympathy of soul to soul,
The loved ones circling round at eventide
When she herself might gain all these
With a marriage vow? Who would fardels bear
To pine and sigh under a single life
But that the dread of something after marriage,
That undiscovered nature, from whose ways
One scarce can sever, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather cling to single bliss
Than barter that we know for things unsure?
Thus dreadful doubt makes cowards of us all
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And matrimonial rites, and wedded life
With this regard their currents turn away
And lose the name of action.
(With apologies to Shakespeare.)
IF you can keep him true when all about you
The girls are making eyes and being kind,
If you can make him spend the evenings with
When fifty Jims and Sacks are on his mind;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or when he comes at one, be calm and sleep,
And do not oversleep, but early waking
Smile o'er the tea cups, and ne'er think to weep.
If you can love and not make love your master,
If you can serve yet do not be his slave.
If o.u can hear bright tales and quit them faster,
And, for your peace of mind, think him no knave;
If you can bear to hear the truth you Tell him
Twisted around to make you seem a fool,
Or see the Capstan on your bureau burning
And move the noxious weed, and still keep cool.
If you can make one heap of all he gives you
And try to budget so that it's enough,
And add, subtract and multiply the issue,
So that the Grocer will not cut up rough;
If you can force your dress, and hat, and stocking
To serve their turn long after they are worn,
And pass the "sales," and do not think it shocking
To wear a garment that has once been torn:
If you can walk when he takes out the Ford
Anil tcnclhe girl to drive before you learn,
And list to tnles of tyres without a rye word,
And let him feel you're glad for his return:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds work and prayer and smile,
Yours is the world and everything that's in it,
And what is more, you'll be a wife worth while.
(With apologies to Kipling.)
I KNOW not why, but as the great crowds gather
in the street,
And the masses hurry on their way with busy
To meet the glad and joyous dawn of the Great
My heart just longs to gather wings and fly for
I know not why the gaudy scenes, the brightness
of the hour,
Fall on my heart and chill me like a biting North-
Yet I rejoice that on that day the Saviour Christ
And all the world's hope came to earth on that
great Christmas morn.
But ah, the sounds of rockets, and the dance and
They have no power to charm my heart, I do not
seem to care.
Sometimes when I am listening to the tumult and
I have a great desire to ask just what it's all about.
I think it's that I am jealous for the Babe of Bethle-
Who came indeed to seek and save the souls of poor
And here they are with noise and laughter feasting
And as of old forget him in the lowly manger there.
Can't someone make them understand the meaning
of the day,
So that not thus in merriment the hours will pass
But deeper joy shall fill their hearts and tune their
lips to sing,
'List to the glorious tidings that the Angel choirs
THE POET'S HEART.
T IINK not that those who spend their time
In building up the lofty rhyme
Are often of another clime
Than those who pass them by.
They differ not, but in degree:-
More deeply feel all that they see.
They hold to nature the great key,
And ope' the portals wide.
What some will pass and scarce admire
Just sets the poet's soul afire;
In praise of it he ne'er can tire,
In rapture he is lost.
lie knows that many hearts are sad
That need someone to make them glad;
They would be happy if they had
A sympathising friend.
His poet's heart goes out to these,
Their sorrows and their woes he sees
By words of comfort oft he frees
The weary burdened heart.
Oh soul that mid earth's darkest hours
Still sings of hope among earth's bowers,
Sing on: thy songs bring richest showers
Of blessings unto me.
W ANTED-in a sad, drear world
Some loving souls and kind,
Vlho helping others on the road,
T 1 ir highest joy can find.
Wanted-in a gloomy world
Some rays of bright sunshine
To cheer the heart that writhes with pain,
Both now and for all time.
Wanted-in a thoughtless world
The good and noble mind,
Thoughts that are pure and beautiful
Which can the soul refine.
Wanted-in a selfish world
The sacrificing soul,
The sympathising loving heart
That hears life's troubles roll.
Wanted-in a careless world
Those who will do the right,
Who guard their lips and always keep
The golden rule in sight.
Wanted-in a sinful world
More souls all free from sin
To do God's work from day to day
And let His sunshine in.
BY UN A1\1. MARSON.I
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PREFACE,PRESENTthislittle .... book ofpoemBto thole of the public whocaretoread it, without apology. Some of the poelIl8includedhave al ready been published in the local"Cosmopolitan"Magazine,andothersin the local newBpapers, Oftheirworthit is notfor meto apeak, except to saythattheyarethe'heart-throba' of one who fromearliestchildhoodhasworshippedatthe 8brine of the musesanddweltamongthe open spacesandthesilenthills wherethe CAldenceti ofNature's voice temptODetoansweringBong,I have beenencouragedto present these poems in book-form bymanywho havereadsnatches of my writings, and if in so doing I givp.pleasure to them I shallbeamplyrewarded.v.
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CONTENTS.SECTIONI-LYRICS.InLoveLife's.JoYSTheWorldIsFairJoyInNatureAMemoryTheWavesBesidetheSeaTheMoonGreyDaysRunningWatersSummerDaysLoveand GrV!f RevelationIfYouWereMineLongingApartDarknessRenunciation L. MyMotherToPhyllisABirthdayWishVII. Page. 1 2 3 4 6 6 7 S 91011 14 1616171819 202122!I
OONTIINTI SECTIOI'II-Bol'l'ftll. InVain Incomplete IamContentVows I Cannot TellLove'.LamentLove'sFarewellI Know Not AbsenceTwilightMemories AJamaIcaChrlstmaeOurPlaymateAPrayerHisVoice SECTIONPOEIIS. JuneIntheGardenThInkIngotYou Questioning Folly Question Answer Illusion RetrospectionAtTwilight \-;JamaIca TheSIngingPilgrImInnocenceOnthe Death ota Mou VIII. hi . J'1 II n 18 11 SI U 86 J'1 18n 41141fI4.47 414.iOnit,.61 .0 IIII II
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LYRIOSINLOVE.IAMin lovewiththewonders of life, Aye,inlovewiththe struggle,thejoyandthestrife:..Forthebeautiesof rivers, of loveandof flow(,r1l, Ofpoetry, musicandmoonlightareours.1
TROPICREVERIES\LIFE'S JOYS.MUSIC, poetry, lovely books, Mountain, flowers,birdsandbrook8,Animals,-bothweakand strong. Littlechildren; love's old song. 2
LYRICSTHEWORLDISFAIR.THEworldis fair, my love, BO fair,TheWorldisfairto Bee; Thereareso many wonders here, God'sgiftsarealways free."TheSunshineis a glol'iou8birth,"Itshines for youandme, Thetenderbreezes whiapermirth, The waves dance merrily. The roses bloom on everyhandTotemptthehoneybee;Andoh,theworldi8wondrou8fairFordo Inotlove thee?3
TROPIC REVERIES JOYINNATURE. Off merry waves thatdance in glee,Ohsunbeamssparklingon the sea, Oh windthatsingeth merrily, I love you so!Yemeadows green, sopassing fair, Yestatelytrees, ye songsters dear,Yetenderblossoms falling here,Myheart'swithyou. Deardistanthills all shaded now,DarkblueandpaleRt purple, how I crave to reach th08e heights! I vowMylove to you.Ohfleecy cloudsthatskimthe sky And kiss themountaintops so high.Mythoughtssoarupwards,andI sigh To be as free!4
LYRICS AMEMORY.AGLORIOUSnight,Softbreezesgentlyblowing, Norayoflight,Save firefliesbrightlyglowing, Andstarsso few, The sound ot' waters flowing Andjustwe two.5
TROPICR.I!lVBlRIIIBTHEWAVES.ISITandidly wonder as the wave. beatontheshore,Ifthe surging waves of passion willbeatforevermore; Will call in vain for answer fromthedawn of day tonightAnd callagaintill day breaks withherglorious purple light.Ohwavesthatbeatupon the shore as tho' in anger strong, I feel the firmness of yourmightbutitwillnotbe longErecalm succeedsandyou'll be resting on hertenderbreast,Withgentle sighsandkisses therecontentyou'llgotorest.NomoreI'llsitandwonder, fordearwaves you bringtomeA message trueandtenderthatcomes fromthemightysea-The waves of passion often breakandbeatuponmesore,Bntcalmandrestwill comeagainandpeace my soul restore.6
LYRIOS BESIDETHESEA.ILAY beside the sea oneSummer'sday;Thesunbeams dancedinglee amongthe wavee; The breezes sang apleasantsong of May: Thebirdswere singing too. I couldbut gaze Upontheglorious scene,quitelostinthought;I looked across as faraseye could Bee And oh, such memories cametome unsought!Wertthounotnearthathour,dear friend to me? Ithoughtof thee, myfriendof days long P8.8t; Ofthygrandpassion forthe restless 8ea; Of how we sang fondditties,andatlastWe wlrtched the sun's lastfarewell tothe trees; Whatpowerhaththoughttosaddenthe whole soul; The sunshine, rippling waves, allfailedtocalm My restles8pulse;a sadnes8o'erme A loneliness for whichtherewas no balm.1
TROPICREVERIESTHE MOON.OR baby moon,Grantme oneboonPleasetell me do, Please tell metrue--I'msoreyou know So don'tsayno. Pleasetellme now, To thee I vow,Mylips tohold; So please beboldThis is mypleaThinks he ofme?Ohbaby moon, You make me swoon,Mypatiencetry.Isitandsigh, And hereI'llstayTillbreakof day.8
LYRIOSGREY DAYS.ILOVEthesombre daysand sombrenights Withoutthesunshine'swarmthandetarry ekiee, Withouttheblaze of colourandtheglowThaton asunnydaydoth meettheeyee. I lovetherestthey bring toheartandBOul,Thethoughtsthatgatherroundon theee grey days, Thelittlewindsthatwhisperinthe trees, Thebirdsthatsingtheircheerful songs of praiee. 'Tis on these greydaysthatmy wondering thoughts Are filledwithtendermemories of you, Thosehappydayswhenalltheworld eeemed fair Andtherewas love andlaughterfor ue two. Wasitnot, Love, upon adaylikethie You cametomeandfilled my lifewith bliss! 9
TROPICREVERIE8RUNNING WATERS.THEsound ofrunningwaters islikemusic to myearFor'twaR by thelittlerivuletthatI first met mydear;And now whene'erIheartherunningwaterssweet ly sing Asortof joy comes to my heart,theyseemtosing of him. The brooks they know my secrets,Itellthemevery thing. Ataleof loveandlaughter,naughtofsorrowdo they bring. They listenasItell them howIlove his dreamy eyes, Sometimes they laughandwhisperthathe's telling many lies. And thenIstronglychide themsayingthatmy love istrue,He's promisedthatwhatever comes he'llalwayshetrueblue, Oh you laughingwatersyour songs go to myheart,Ilove himandIlove you too,andwesballneverpart.10
LYRICSSUMMER DAYS.ORthelovely days of summerArethe days for loveandlaughter,Formusicandfordancingflowingfree:Butwhatof summer days, Blue skies, soft windsandflowers, When One my souladoresisfarfrom me.Whatof sunshineandof roses,Whatofnightwindssoftlycalling,Whatof dancing waves upon a silverysea;When myheartis lonely, blue,Forlove'stenderkissfromyou,Fortheraptureinyourvoicethatthrilla me80. 1canfeelyourstronghands clasp me, 1canhearyour lightsomelaughter, :As 1tellyouthatIloveIknownot why; I can hearyousay'Iknow,Icanalways tell you though,Ilove youjustforthisbecauseIdo.' Oh,theraptureofthehoursThatwespentin days gone by, Tell me, love, when you will make thesehourIreturn.Oh,thelovely days ofJune,Oh,thelovely silvery moon, Ohthewindsthatwhisper secrets to myheart!11
TROPICREVERIESHeis coming my beloved, Coming now to see his love, To re-lh-l' dayswhenalltheworld was fair.Icanhear' his footste fall AmI his gentle loving call,Andhisarmsstretchedoutso wide to welcome me. Oh, my throbbingheartbe still, Oh my longing eyelidsrest,Hewill comeandlove theeallthesummerdays;Andthe days will seem too short,Whenhe lingers by my side,We'llforget how longthedaysofsummerare.Ohmy darling thouartcome, My poorheart has ceasedtomoan,Enfoldmetothybreast,thereletmerest,ah,Letmerestforeverthere,Letme feel you always near,Andeveryyearwill seem a summer's day.Foryou'll soothe my every care, You'lldrymy everytear,AndI'll bleAs God forthelove youbringtome;I'll bleBS Himforthebirds,I'llbless Him for the flowers,I'llblessHimforthegloriousblue of hp.aven. I'llpraiseHimforthesea,Forthe waves thatdancein glee,Forthelittlewindsthatwhisperinthetrees;12
LYRICSI'll rejoiceinsummer days,Yea,I'llsinga song of praise,ButI'llblessHimmost because Hegave me you.Iwill love you totheend,Ohmydearestearthlyfriend,Formy love will never changewithchangingyears;Then whentimeshall be no more, Andweseekahappier shore, There we'll loveandlive allthrougheternity.Ohmyheartwhatdreams of bliss! Ican feelyourloving kiss, Blownsoftlyon my cheeks by every wind;Oh come to me my love,Iamwaitinghere for thee, Come ohcome,andbless forayemy waiting eah,-Come, ah, come tomemy love, Can't youhearthestarsabove Forever tellingthatI long for thee. Ca!l't youhearthenightwinds call, Astheshades of evening fall, I am waiting, longing, sighing love for thee!To thetune 0/ the Indian LoveLyric"TheTempleBe',. ... 13.
TROPICREVERIESLOVE AND GRIEF.WBYareye linkedfastAndlingerside by side? Now love bas comeatlast,Must grief alsoabide?Ah, yes, twin souls, they go,Notdevious waysapartjButhe who love would knowMUBt sn1ler griefofheart.
LY!UOB REVELATION.IHAD so many loves, friends ufledto I'dnever Jivetosee my wedding day.PlatonicfriendsI called them,and 'twa! fun,Forjustlike kids we'd rompbeneaththeflUD.IthoughtI loved them all,but now I know The hiddenerrorthatdeceived me flO,Fortillyourwondering eyes gazed into mine I never knewthatlove washalf divine. 15
TROPICREVERIESIFYOUWEREMINE.IF thouwertmine, beloved, And I were thine, A nd thou wouldstsingbeloved A song divine. A song of love so tender, Love so true, Like songbirds callingsoft'Neathskies0'blue.Ifthouwertmine beloved And I were thine, And thou wouldst whisper tomeOf love divine;I'dasknofurtherblessing,Joymore divine,Ifthouwertmine beloved. And I were thine. 16
LYRIOSLONGING.THEroses long forsunshineAndrainandcooling dew, Thesongbirdslong forsummer,And love, I long for you. I longtohave younearme, To seeyoursmile divine, Tohearyousoftlywhisper 'Beloved youaremine.' I long foryourcaresses,Forjustonetenderkiss, Tothrillmy soulwithraptureAnd fill myheartwithbliss. Beloved Iamlonging, Whenshallthisyearning cease, AndI berestingbyyouInperfectcalmandpeace?17
TROPICREVERIESAPART.IF you weresittinghere beside me now Andyourwarmhandswererestingon my brow, Methinks I could keep backthetearsthat rise Withinmy heart andtravel tomyeyes.Ifyou were herp andheldmytremblinghand And only whiRpered low,'Innderstand,'Myheartwould blessyourtenderlipsfor aye Andprayt.hat you should ever with mestay.Ifyou would corne to mejustfor a while Andletme see once more yourtendersmile, JOy wouldreturnagaintomy lone heart,Forwhatis lifetome now we'reapart?18
LYRIOSDARKNESS.Myheart is aching so withinmy breut, I knownotwhy, there comes to me no rest; Thetearswill rise, Icannotbidthem sta" Thedarkhoursstillremain;nosignof day.Buthowcandawnlightupthetropic sky, When thou,lightof myheart, flrt nevernigh;Thenightwill still remain, nodaycan be Untilthe sunshine ofthysmile I see. 19
TROPICREVERIESRENUNCIATION.FOR methesunbeamsdanceanddartAnd birdFlsingwithmerryheart,Formethewindsarewhispering lowAndlaughingflowersinhedges grow.For mpthe brookrunsmerrilyWith songtoFleekthesea,Forme Dinoa shedsherlightAnd Rteaclfast starsshinethro'thenight.Formethewavesofocean sighOr dance withsunbeamsdartingby,For mp the Rhades oftwilightfall Andbeautydoththeearthenthrall: But notfor mewhatmost Icrave,To ('all thee mine,-tobethyslave.20
LYRICSMYMOTHER.OR! Mother,myMother,theChristmasbeU.rmg,And the Angels again dotheirgladtiding.bring;Blitheheartsarerejoicingin homes brightand gay, With songs andwithlaughtertheworldhailstheday. Oh! my Mother, my Mother, Ihearthebells ring, AndthegladChristmas carolsthedearchildrensing;Butmythoughtsturnto youandthe teardropa willstart,ForI miB8 yoursweet presence tocomfortmy heart. Oh! my Mother, my Mother,canyouhearme call? Can you see the heartache,thetears as they fall r I knowthatChrist sees them, butMotherofmineIt is so hardwithoutyou, sweet Mother Divine.21
TROPICREVERIESTO PHYLLIS.THOUpreciouslittleRosebud Blooming onthislovelyearth,Godsentthee here to cheer us With yourlaughterandyourmirth. Those hig brown eyes of innocenceAresmilingupatme, I hear your gentlelittlevoice Your smiling face I see. You'rejustatinyrosebud, Blooming in God'sGardenfair, May you become afragrantrose BeneathHistender care.22
LYRIOSABIRTHDAyWISH.IF there's a wishthatIcouldgrantmyself onthisbirthday, 'Twould be to see you, Mother,butyou've gone 90 faraway, I cannot hearyourgentlevoice, Icannotfeel yoUI' kiss, Your lovingtenderpresence eachdaystill1Il0reI miss.oMother mine, myheartis sad, is sad todayfor you.Ohwhatareallthejoys oflife eivce none are sharedbyyou,'Onthisanotherbirthdaymornmy eyesare dillll with tears,ForI shall no more holdyourhandsthroughouttheempty years. 23
80NNIIT8INVAIN.IN vain I build mestatelymansions fair, And set thee as my king uponthethrone, A nd place a lowly stool beside thee there, Thus, as thy slave to come into my own. .In "a in I deck the halls with roses sweet And Btrew thepathswith petals richandrare,And liBt with throbbingheart101lndsofthyfeet, The welcome voicethattells me thouart near. Invain I watch thedawn break inthe at,. Andhopethatthouwiltcome with coDling day: Alas, Dianacalmly Bails on high,Butthou, king of myheart,artfaraway.Invain one boon from life'sgreat mre I era..., No more the king comes to his waiting slave.27
TROPICREVERIESINCOMPLETE.WHAT mnttrrRit. tonightthatall isbright,That Inllghtcl' andgladmusic fill the air,Thatcl'owds011pleasurebentfeel great lightAndChriAtmaA hrllBareringingeverywhere.Whatmatt.rrAitthoughfriendsare roundTo wish the brAt thatChristmasdaycanbring,Thatpeaceandlovewithintheirheartsabound,Andthat thl'Y bid mestillto. danceandBing. Whet mattersitthoughgiftsbestrewnon me,Though greetingscome with every mail,Andnaughthutthingstopleaseandcheer1see,Allthesetobringmegladnesssadlyfail:Forthough the greatwideworld layatmy feet,Withoutyouramile my life is incomplete.
SONNETSIAMCONTENT.IAMcontentto love youtotheend, To have you fill mythoughtsbothnightand day, Thoughnotonmeyourfondestlove youspendAnd inyourthoughts I holdbutlittle sway. I amcontentto listen for your call, Tohastenordelayatyourbehest, Tho' when I need you mostasshadowsfall,It seems you stillmustlinger with therest. I amcontentif only youareglad,Iftoyourheartthere comes nocruelpain. Though life isdrearandwhenmyheartis sad In !!ilent prayerI long for youinvain:Oh love, Iamcontent,althoughI know Theyearscan bringbutemptinessand woe. 29
TROPICREVERIES vows. MAKEme no vows, beloved, donot say Thatcomewhatmayyourlove will neTer change, Oh donotvowthatyou will love for aye,Thatnaughtcanevermoreyourheartestrange. Make me no vowsagainstthecoming years, Forwhocantellwhatchanges they may bring?They may be filled withlaughterorwith tears, To some new soulyourtenderheartmay cling. Make me no vows, so thatyou love me nowWithalltheardourofyourloving80ulWhatneed haveweof promiseorof vow,WhatistobeiswritteninHisscroll:Oh love me while you may, for who can tell How soonthetime may cometosayfarewell.30
SON!fIlT8 I C1}NNOT TELL.ICANNOT tell why I who once W8EI gayAnd never knew the burden of asighNowsitandpassthe wearyhours aWIlY, And never have a care forwhatgoes by. Icannottell whyofttheteardrops rise And mysadheartlies leaden inmy brt>aRt, An}in mymindthese anxiousthoughts arise. Forno moreamI happy withthereet. Icannottellwhy life isnotthelame Anti myheartanswersnotto music's plea, Or why Istartwhene'er Ihearyourname And in mydreamsnootherface Isee:J cnnnot tell why I should wishtodie, Nowthatthetimehas cometosay goodbye. 31
TROPICRIIlVERIESLOVE'S LAMENT.ICANNOTletyou hold me inyourarmsAndlistenwhileyoutalkoftrivialthings;ItpainsmyheartthustoresistyourcharmsAndseethe longingA of my soultake wingA. Icannot fpcl thepressureofyour hands Withoutt.he wish to holdthcmto my lips, I have no tofacelife'sbigdemandsWhile daily frommy heart your image slips. Icannot hparthp thoughtof losing you,Yetstillyourprescncebringsmebittcrpain.Thehappydaysgone by we willnotrueTheirtendermem'riesstilltousremain;Butoh myheart,JcannotbidyouBtay,Though as you go you take mylife away.32
SONNETS,.,.t.s' LOVE'S FAREWELL. 'TISbestthatweshould say farewell fOll.ay8, And never meetagaininfond ... Away I go, somethousand miles away, ','And I may behold your face. ..'Tisbestthatwe shouldpart;letU8 forego The farewell hour, oh love, Icannot hear .ThoBewords fall fromyourlipsaltho'I Jtn9.,;, I nevermore may seeyourface so dear. Oh please forgivethiscowardheartof mine,Thatcannotmeetthepaininyourdear eyes, Andrestmy tremblinghandsonce moreinthineAndstem thetearsthatinmyheartarise. Oh love, I know you wouldnothave me go,Butbe content,theFateshave willedit80.33
TROPICREVERIESI KNOW NOT.IKNOWnotwhere thou lingerest tonight,Orwhere thy footstepsstrayedthelivelong day, Orwhither thouwiltgo tomorrownight,-I only knowthatthouartfaraway. I knownotnow who sees thee whenthousmilest,Andhearsthe mellow music ofthyvoice,Norhow the fleetinghoursthoubeguilest;Itmay bethatonce more thoubastno choice. 1 knownotif onelittlethoughtof me Sometimes comes softlystealingtoyourheart,Norifa vestige ofregretthere be Nowthat,beloved one, weareapart: Bu: thisI know, my loveshallfollow theeThroughoutalltimeintoeternity.34
BONNETSABSENCE.WHATshall Idoto bribethe hours of day Andlong, longhoursofnightto huten on, To quickly comeandfasterpass away, Nor lengthenoutthe hours while youare gone?How shall I bidthemoontostayher beams Andlinger on awhileuntilyou come,Orbanish from my mind thesefitfuldreallUl;Thatin my wearyhearthave madetheirhome?opresentdayandduereturningnight, Speed, speed away,rightquickly don yo111" Itheeimplore;come make a hastyflight, My longingheartbearsmany questionings; Andnever,nightorday,willbeat rest Untilonce more I hold theeto my breast.35
TROPICREVERIESTWILIGHT.ALONEIsitandwatchtheshadowsfall;The sky thatlatelyworearadianthue Is mantled now intwilight'spurplepall, And lo!theeveningstarfloatsintoview.The hours ofdayaredoneandresthascome Totiredheartsandhandsthatlabouredlong;Man,bird anf! heastarefondly seeking home, Glad that thrse restfulhourstothem belong. I love these hours of peaceatclose of day,Thebeautyof thetwilightthrillsmy soul,Calmsmyunrest, steals mysadcaresawayAndnerves myhearttostruggletothegoal:Oh blessed gift,stilllingerby my side Till in my ioul thycalmandpeace abide.36
SONNETSMEMORIES. AMID the sorrows that encompass me,Amidtheloneliness,thetoil,thestrife,Therecomes to me onetender memory, Thatstrengthensmeandcheersmydailylife.It i" themem'ryofyourloving face,Themem'ryofthemusic ofyourvoice, The love yougavetome,thetender grace, Thatevennow makes my sad heartrejoice. Oh Mother Mine, Ithinkofyouatmorn,And'midthesilenttwilight hoUl'8 too;When Iamfeelingwearyandforlorn thoughtof youshallstillmy80ulrenew;Oh howcanIforgetyou,Motherdear,E'enthoughmytearfulvoiceyoucannothear?31
TROPICREVERIESA JAMAICA CHRISTMAS.AHfairJamaica,lovely sunkissedland,AtthisbrightChristmastide I love thee beet,Thycheeringwarmthmyheartcannotwith-stand,Thy cooling windsat Vesper whisper rest.WhiteCoralillas in profusion bloom,Andflaring red Poinsettias appear,Withno snowstormsorfrostto cast a gloomOrmartheradianceofourIsle so dear. OldSantaClaus, with gifts, goesallaround Andfills the children withdelight once more,Joy,funandlaughterandgood cheer abound, Anf}hearts growstillastenderasofyore:ForChristmastide,80fairandbright, imparteTrue peaceandlove towarmJamaican heart&.38
SONNETSOUR PLAYMATE.HE came touswith sunshineinhis eyes, A winsomeladthathadten mmmenseen, Foronebriefmonth he llharedourjoysand tearB And now he's lying cold beneaththe green. We heardhiBhomesick sobbingsinthenight, Weheardhim often sigh amidourplay,Butwe hadBeenthismalady before And knew homesickness never came to stay.Hadwebut gUe8sed he'dBaygoodbye l!IOIOOD, Would never playagainuponthe green, We llhould have lovedandcheered hill littleheartAndstillmoretenderwouldourword8 ha\1e beeD:Oh playmates,letuslove eachotherwell,Lifei880brief,too1I00nwesayfarewell.39
TROPIC REVERIESA PRAYER.OH God look down inpityon Thy child Who with a load ofcarelooksuptoTheeForguidance,andfor eyes clearlyto see; The way isdreary,Lord,androughandwild. IcannotfeelThy hanls stillholding mine, Thy voice to sootheandguide Icannothear;Oh touch my eyes and cast outevery fear,Andletme feelagainmyhandsinThine. Lord, I am weary, now mystrengthrenewAndgive mefaithandcourage forthestrife,Thou knowest wellthetoilsandcaresof life, And how we need Thy grace to helpusthrough. Be Thou my guide, I need Thytendercare,Forthere is much to suffer and to dare.40
80NNIlT8HIS VOICE.Onheartof mine,dostthounottruly lmoW' That'mid thethrobbing universe oflifeWithallitsturmoiland its fretandstrife,Thereis astillsmall voicethatwhispers .Canstthounot hearits calmandBOOthingtoneAbovetheclamour of those hurrying feet That alldaylong keep pacing through the street Saying,"Bebrave, forthouartnotalone, "Lo, Iamwith theeandI'llholdthy hand, FearnotandonlyputthytrustinMe,O'ertherough ways Istillwillbewith thee, I knowthyBorrOWBandI understand;"But bearthycrOBBhereforalittlewhile,AndThoushalt see thegloryof Mysmile1"
MISCELLANEOUSPOII II I!IJUNE.THEmonth ofJuneis herewithallit bring. Ofbirdsandflowersandeveningsfairandbright, Theheartofnaturein devotion singa And beauty reigns supreme frommomtonight.AteventidethesoftJunebreezes kiss The Rllow-white daisies in the meadowsgreen;Theirlittleheads they bow inperfectbliss Asifto bidfairevening totheir Queen. The bird seems loathe togreethis cosy neBt, The weary worker seeks his welcome home, Theradiantsummersun sinksintheweBt,And alltheworld from toiltoreBthucome. The goldensunsetfadesalastoo soon, Andtwilightshadows softlysteal ground; Up in the heavenstheslowlybrighteningmoon Castsherpalesbadowsallalongtheground. Nowfastthetwilightfadesinto thP. night,Andsoftcool breezes hush themse]vetl toBleep; Now all the world is bathedinthe lightOf lady moon who doth her vigil ke('p. Oh,month ofJune,whennaturesweetly Bings,' Androses bloomaroundus everywhere, Myheart'sintune, new hopewithinme springeInJunethefairestmonth ofalltheyear.45
TROPICREVERIESINTHEGARDEN. HERE inthemoonlitgardenFragrantwithperfumeof Bowen, Isitall aloneinsilence, Recalling thosehappyhours. A sadness comesstealingo'er Itryin vain to dispeljForwhataremoonlightandroses Since you have whisperedfarewell!You were thelightofmyvision,TherORethatbloomedinmyheartjSowhatis agardenof roses, Beloved, since weareapart!Butmemoriesaresweetandtender,Andhope is firmandstrong,MaybetheshipGoodFortuneWillhring you backe'erlong:Till then, hereinthegardenFragrantwithperfume of Bowcr8, I'llsitalonewithfond'mem'rie8 Anddreamofreturning hours.46
MISCELLANEOUS THINKINGOF YOU.IAMthinkingof you tonight,dear,As Isitby my windowalone,Theairistenderandsweet hereAndDianaisonherthrone. I amthinkingof youandI wonderJustwhatyouaredoing now,Andtime makes myheartgrow fonderInspiteof my passionate vow. I keepthinkingofyQu,and.yoursweet Toke Isechoingin my ears-I keep seeing yourface, I have no choice,Everymomenttomeitappears. Oh love aB I gaze onthesplendour Of a gloriousnightsuchasthis, How can I helpbutremember Athoughtthatjostfills mewithbliss? I wonder, beloved; please tellme, Do you give me e'en onethought tonight! I'mthinkingofyou;canitbe,Youarethinkingof oneoutof sight.47
TROPICREVBlRIJIlBQUESTIONING.I'D give the world, beloved one,toknowIf,ereyourtiredeyelids closein r('st, Athoughtof me, onelittlethoughtof me, Comesstealingby, anotunwelcome guest. Sleep passed me bytonight,she couldnot &tar,My restlessheartwouldnotkeep andso I questionell her;butoh, 8he couldnottell,WhatneedhadI ofher?I badehergo.Andnow, beloved, Iamsick ofheartj'Tisonly youcananswermy80Ul'Scry ;Forallmy arecentrednow in yon, Your name is whispered 80ftbeneatheach 8igh.I'dgivetheworld, beloved one,to know IfinthemanythoughtsthatfillyourmindAmidthelong rememhereddaysandhours, You give to me alittlethoughtthat'skind.48
MISCELLANEOUSPOIIIIIFOLLY.IKNOW too well belovedThatthouartnotfor me,Thatotherhandsand otherhelU'tB Willministertothee. I know those eyes sotenderOnothersstillwill shine,Andthatyourkiss willlingerOnother lips thanmine. Alas, I know'tisfolly To love you as I do, There is no help, beloved My heartcriesoutfor you.Wemustnottalklike lovers, Such joys wemaynotseek,Forthen myheartmayanswer,Mystrongresolvesgrowweak. Oh, yes, I know'tistolly,Butwho can bid lovego?I knowI'llever love you, Yet woulditwerenotso.49
TROPICREVERIESQUESTION.WHYcan'tyou love medearlyAsotherloversdo?Whyareyouthus withholding? Ohtell me, tell me true. Yousayyou love mebetterThanalltheworld beside, Thatyou will love me everWhatever may betide. You lovethetendermusicThatmy voicebringstoyou, You love mysoft caresses Andwish for them anew. Andyetyou willnotanswer,Ohstrangechildthatthouart,Come,leanon meandtell me Allthatis inthineheart.50
MISCELLANEOUSPOJDIIBANSWER.LOVE of my soul, I love you Withlove Ican'texpress,Butyoumustknow beloved It means unhappiness.'Tistrue,how true, I need you More thanall else beside,Whatwould I give mydarlingTo linger by your side.I'mjealous of the breezesThatplayaboutyourhair,I'mjealous of the8unbeam.To which youareso near. Beloved, how I love youNortonguenorpencanten,Ohheartof mine, be silent. I love youbuttoowell.AndyetIcannotgrantyou The boon you ask ofme,Oh cruel fatethat hinders Normakesthiscaptive free. 51
TROPICREVERIESAnll ran T thusrleny you \\"hl II llllt \(lU1' qllll'f' amI? Andel 1mustbeloved, Thoughwithabrokensigh. I know you do notlove meAnditisbctterso, Becausp mybittcranguishYoIII'tcnderhcartmightknow. And when I give heloved I givc with both my hands,Norever shouldrecaptureThe prize yourlove demands.Dear, since you do notlove m(' And0111'ways lieapart,Forgethow much I love youAndIwill do mypart.Andnow you know mysecretOh,askof me nomoreLestIforgetandopen Myheart'sfirm closed door. Ask me no more, beloved,ForI canne'erbethine,NorhavethefatesdecreeditThatsomedayyou'llbe mine.52
MISCELLANEOUSPOEMSAsk me no more mydarling;Whatpainthusto deny The idol of my visionForwhom I daily sigh! Imustrefuse, beloved, Or soil my soulwithsin,Inyieldingtoyourpassion,Your love I maynotwin.Ourlivesmustdriftapart,dear,Forgetme,itis bestjBut,oh,thepainandheartacheThatnever will know rest.53
TROPICREVERIESILLUSION.WE laughedandtalkedtogether, You were tomeso dear, You didnotknow my Rtruggle To keep away atear.Myheartwas sore with angniF!h,Butwhatwasthattoyou?Wetalked ofothermattersOf thingswehadtodo. Isoughtalittletreasure, Alittleword of love, To keep within my bosom,Allotherthoughts above. You said'twaslovelyweatherIsaid'twaslovely too,ButIthoughtofyour beauty Tell me, ofwhatthought you? You sat so longinsilence Ithoughtyou were asleepButyou were merelythinkingThoughtsthatwere incomplete.54
MISCELLANEOUSPOEMSYou smiled when I recalled you, Ah, such a charmingsmile-WetalkedoftrivialmattersAnddid the hours beguile. Youdidnotknowthelonging, ThethingsI wished to say; Ikepttheminmy bosom, Theyshallbeweptaway. N e'ershallyou know, beloved, Theanguishof myheart,The loveanddeep devotionThatmaketheteardropsstart.We'll smile amerrygreeting,Platonicfriendsalldo;We'lltalkofother mattera, That'sallitmeanstoyou.55
TROPICREVERIESRETROSPECTION. 'llR 0111,I ,I)",;incewe met,Wf'two, 'TiRon' longyear:andyetIt Sf''nJR I can't forget,'Tisall RO new.I wonder howit seems To Y01l; IwOllder if indreamsYou sce thefaintest beams Anew.Howstrangeitis to meThatnow, So soon,webothshould bl!Apart bylandand sea, AndtooApartindreadfulsilence! No word Ofslightestfriendship!WhenceHassomegreatoffence BeenheardAsthonghacrime BO greatCould be, Of whatsoever weight,Thatcould a breachcreate'Twixtmeandthee.56
MISCELLANEOUSPOEMSAnd yet,it'sallsotrue.You know Too wellI'ddo Mostanythingfor you, I love you so.ButyetIshould haveknownAsummer'sloveThatin Jour hearthadgrown,Perhapstoyouunknown,Wouldtransientprove.Ithonghtofthat,butstillIknew Yon wouldrecallthethrillThatdidourspiritsfill,Wetwo.Bntthuswepassthroughlife,Weall;Alittlelove, alittlestrife;Now joy, nowgriefisrife;Hopes riseandfall. 5i
TROPICREVERIESATTWILIGHT. 'TIS twilight,andtheshades of evening fall,Hercalm to allearth's restlessup.ss has come, Sweet heavenly peace enfolds this lovelylandAndtoilworn now, her childrengatherhome.Butpeacehaspassed meby;my heartKnowsnoughtof calm,orpeacefulnessorrest, Vague longingsanddespairswillgatherround,Andlingeringthoughtsof you molest my breast. I seem to seeyourradiant,tender Mirror'dagainamidthesunset's raYR, I seem to hearyoursoftmelodious voke As songbirdschirptheirdrowsytwilightlays. Beloved, even now you seem so near, Ialmostfeelyourbreathupon my cheek, I seethelovelightinyourlovely eyes, And, as of yore,tokissyourhairI seek. Oh,sunset'sradiantrayofrapturerare!Perchance my love now worshipsatthyshrine,Canstthounotthen convey my to him, Thouartfit messenger for love like mine!58
MISCELLANEOUS POBlM8 Yesongbirdshastening ontopeaceful neets, Pauseinyourflight besidehislatticeddoorAndmurmurlow love'stenderold sweet songFromone whoseheartshall lovehimevermore.Andoh, ye deepening shades enfoldingall,Perchancemy love issadandlonetonight:Creepsoftlyround,andashe goes torestKisshissoftlidsfor me,bidhimgoodnight. 59
TROPICREVERIESJAMAICA.THOU oftheWesternSea,WhattrihlltehastheMusetopaytothee?Oh,thatRometenderlay she cou1d inspireThatwemight sing thy prai8es andne'ertire.Ohlovely IRland wlH'retheRunshinesbrightAndscarce one wepk withholdshercheery No chillywinterwinddotho'ertheeblow, No fieldsand arecoveredo'erwithsnow,Butone grand allthelongyearthroughDostthou enjoy beneath a skyofblue. AmongthywoodsthebirdswithcarolsgayFrommorntillnightaremerrilyatplay;The hum ofbeeRuponthefloweringtreesMakessweetest mURic withthesummerbreeze. The fieldsarecoveredo'erwithDaisiesbrightWhichnodtheirprettyheadsinsheerdelight;Bybabblingbrookstheshadypalmsarisp,While wandering ncar,earth seems a Pm'ndi8e. ThebrillianceofthemyriadstarsbynightUntothewearytravellergivethlight;Amongthy theflitting firefliesFormonegrandstarlandwiththeirfiery eyes. And when ninnn riRingo'eryon hillShedsher pnlp light, while alltheearthisstill,Ah, then,what to wandpr hnnd inhandLikelovers'neaththe bowers inFairyland.60
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS All hail to thee!FairIslandof the West, Wherethy dear peopleareforever blestWithbeauteousgiftsfromnature'sblessedhand,Lavished in rich profusiono'ertheland.Welcome beallwhojourneymanyamileTo thejoys ofthisourlovelyIsle:Fond nature stillinvites,-'Come,bemy guest And I will give thee gladness, peace and rest!'6l
TROPICREVERIESTHESINGING PILGRIM.I WAS sittingbythewayside Restive inthewaitingcar,ForI longedtohlUltenhomeward.,I had journeyed from afal'.Darktheskyo'erheadandcloudy, And thenightwind whispered low,Naughtrelievedthe inky blacknessButthesilentflitting glow Oftheever restlessfirefties, Dancingmadlyhereandthere, As IsatamidthesilenceThatto me seemed everywhere.What was that?The sound ofsingingComingnearerandmore near,Sadlysweet, so full ofpathosWasthesongthatreached methere.Notasoundwasheardoffootsteps:Justthe sweetandplaintivestrainSungby someoneinthedarkness, Song in accentsclearandplain"MustJgo--andemptyhanded? Must I meet II\YSaviour 80?Notone 80ulwithwhich togreetHim?MU8tIemptyhandedgo?" 62
MISCELLANEOUSPOIIMSSuddenly ashortslim figure SteppedintothepathoflightStreamingfromthesilentmotor,AndI wonderedatthesight. 'Twas the figure of a woman Going downthehilloflife-Herbrown facewaswornand wrinkled .Bylife'sstrenuoustoilandstrife.Onherhead she bore abasketBalancedtherecomposedly, Silentlyherbarefeet moving While heremptyhands swung free..EagerlyI gazed upon her,Thatlonetravellerofthenight, Anditseemedbutonebrief second Ereshe vanished from my sight. Vanished once moreinthe darkness, VaniRhpd, Ringing 80ftandlow: "Must Igo-and eq>ty handedMU8tI meetmySaviour so1" Everyword seemed tobeutteredFromaheartwithloveaglow,-"NotoneROU]with which togreet HiD, MU8tIemptyhandedgo?" 63
TROPICREVERIESSoftly nnrl moresoftitsounded, As the flinger journeyedon;Soon waR gone fromsightandhearingThatlonesingerandhersong. On she paRsed; hersweetsong faded Like thetwilightintonight;But as long aA life is withme Ishallne'erforgetthatsight.HowunconsciouswasthesingerThathertunefulsongthatdayInanothersoulhadwakenedThoughtsthatwould forever stay.ThoughtsofChrist,thewondrolJsSavioslWhom one day we hopetomeet;WouldItakenocomradewith me?Castno trophiesatHisfeet?AndIprayedforgraceandwisdom To proclaimmySaviour'slove,Andtohelp some wearywandererReachthatbetterlandabove.AndIprayedtoothatthesingerShouldnotmeetherLordalone,Butthatthose she loved wouldgatherWithherroundthegreatWhitethrone.64
MISCELLANEOUtl POEMSThen IwentalongthehighwayHearingstillthesweetrefrain,Andthroughoutmy life's longjourneyItshallinmyheartremain. Oh, Imustbe very thoughtful,Forthethings I sayanddoAfterthismy life is ended,Surelymeet with me anew. Justa word, a thought,anactionMay causeuntoldgoodorill,Imustlive to help,nothinder, As I journey up life's hill.65
TROPICREVERIESINNOCENCE. tTW ASonly apairof baby eyee Thatthengazedintomine,Butthe mem'ry ofthatlittlefaceShallneverpasswithtime. Those sweet darkeyes solargeandbright,Whatdidtheysaytome?Whydo theyhaunt,whatdidthey sny, Those eyes sofairtosee?Ahyes, they spoke of Innocence,Andtrustandsweetnessstill,OfpurityandsimpleheartsThatbearnothoughtofill.Theythrilledme, for theybroughtto me Once more myearlyyouth-WhenIhad lovedandtrustedall And feltthatallwastruth.Inthosedeareyes Isawagain '''hnt f(lI"011('('hndhpPll,Ere the vastworld took hold of meWithallitsdoubtandsin, Ere I had known to doubt, to knowThatlife wasreallynotAs I haddreamt,andthevastworldI'dthoughta lovelyspot66
MISCELLANEOUSPOEMS Was marredwithbaseunsightlyblotsPlacedtherebymanalone,Thatdisappointments, careS' andpain, Ro soon to me would come. A h mr, that those sweet eyes so deep, So full of confidence, Could charmanllhringtomeagain Thosr:rears of innocence.Ohhlissfulstate,tolive a while,Enjoyingallaround,Oblivious oftheevilthingsThatinourworld abound. Thosedayshave paased, andinthe strife, Ioftforgetthatstate-And thosesweeteyesjustcame, once more My thoughttoreinstate.Ohthatthroughdisappointmentstill,Iyet maypallS throughlifeFilledwiththatfaithandboundless love Whichstartedwiththestrife. AsCJuick to seethe andgood As quick to llpeak thetruth As those swret eyes of innocenceThatbroughtmethoughtsofyouth.67
TROPICREVERIESONTHEDEATH OF A MOUSE.POORlittleMousie, Killedbyacar, Your Mot.her is wondering.Just wbere you arc.Notcome forsupper!Not('ornefortea!Poorlittle Mousie,Oold ascan be.
MISCELLANEOUSPOEMSTO HAMPTON.SWEET Hnmpton-fairest school ofalltheIsle, Whl'I'e hllppily I sojourlled for a while-And l'aHAl'(1 thosehappyyearsso freefrompain, What would I give to dwellwiththeeagain?Oh "dol'iollA S('hool amongthe hills so high, WherpsllnAdA IlPOJlthetropicsky,Where hit'clA the woodswithcarolsgay Hail the til'stsplendoursofthecoming day. Tholl (l('a1'('RtR('hool of all myyouthfuldays, Ohthatthe IIIllse wOlllrlgl'nnt me voicetopraiseThy chnrmR, thy rare thybowersofeaseWhich often made e'enLatinverbstoplease.FOI'whrn atlastth(' flay's full taskR were done, Eachaftel'llOOIl, long ('1'(' thesetof sun,We glarlly clamouredoutandgatheredroundTo tennis, hockey, gamesorchatprofound,OrhandinhandtowanderintheshadeAndsearch fororchidsthrougheach hillandglade, TositbeneaththetreesinfriendshipsweetAndhearthenightingaleseachothergreet,Or yet towanderlonely'mongthetreesAndhearthe music ofthebirdslindbees-Anddrinkfrom l1:tture alltherestandpeaceThatin thehauntsofnaturenever cease.Thenthegreatbellthattold when gamesweredone Summoned us allwithinthewallsto come-Onehourof Rilent study, this would closeOurbusy day, nnd bring us sweet repose.69
TROPICRBlVBlRIBlBAndon the la8tnightof each happy week, No classroom-butthesplendid hall we'd seek, All "dolled up" inourprettyclothes we'd goWithjoy totripthelightfantastictoe.Andon thesabbathdayalldressedinwhite,We'dsingthehymns of praise withallourmight,Andwhen the evening shadowsgatheredround,We'dlistto songsandharmonies of sonnd.Suchwere thycharms:andoftwhencaresoppress,Andsorrowsanddullcaresmyheart distresp, Fondmemoryturnsto those glad 8cenesagainThose gladsomedaysthatcouldnotlong remain. Ah me, the cares ofLatinandofFrench,Andof longhoursspentuponthebench, The toils ofwritingproseandconning rhymes To us no doubt, did seemlargeonesattimes.Butin thehardworld, when we takeourplace,Andstrife,andtoilweeach one have to fnce,Ahthen,wesmileatwhatseemed such cares,Andthose amaH thingsthatoften causedustears.Howoftin dreams I live thosedaysagain,Chasing a hockey ballwithmightandmain,Orsitandlistwithoutathoughtof fear TodearestMonareadinggreatShakespeare.SweetHampton,stillwithgratefulloyalheartWethinkofthee;llnd in life's busymart,WeblessthyfoundersandthyHead whose carf' Hathmade theewhatthouart,a schoolmostdear.70
MISCELLANEOUSPOJIIMSMY CHILDHOOD'S HOME.LAST nightIdreamtthatIwentbackto my dearCountryHomeAndstrolledalongthemeadows where Ioftenused to roam, I cullad wild flowers for MotherasI didinday8 gone by, Tilllittlebirdsallsaid goodnightandBtars peeped outon high. And ever since I hadthatdream, myheartlongll moreandmore To see my home,andMotherstanding by theGottage door, To seethelovelight in her eyes,andfeelhertenderkiss, To hearherloving voiceagainthatfilled myhean withbliss. Ihearthe meadows callingandIhearthebrook'sgladvoice, The samethatin my childhooddaysdid make Illy heartrejoice, I seetheroses bloomingandthelovely eglantine,Andthelittledew-kissed violets forotherhand8thanmine.Mylittlefriend, the Robin,hasreturnedto buildhernestIntheMyrtle by my airyroom which lookstowardsthewest, I wonder if she has new friendsorifshe mi!8el!l me,DearcheerylittleRobin,alwayblitheand gay andfree. ""-7L
TROPICREVERIESIheartil(' roosterscrowingand the pigeonR cooat dawn, I seetltl'<;hi!ling onthegrassupon thelawn,Iheardear Mother callingandhervoice is, ob, so sweet, Aswitba face she goesanotherdayto gr('et, Itwould be to gohark to myCountryhome once more,Andfind myMotherstandingtherebesidethe co''; tage door, But )fother long sincehasgoneup beyond theblue,Andthe old familiarplaces have been filled with faces new.'Tisonlyin mydreamsthatIshall see my homeagainAndgreetmyoid friends passingdownthe quiet countrylane, Andhearmy Mother singingthesweet songs she sangof yore,Herangel voice, AO dearto me,onearthI'll Ileal' no more.Thelovelydaysnowpastandgonearebuta memory,Andthe longing for my Mother andmy home mustever be,Tillmy life'sworkhere is ended,andtoallIbid farl'w!'l!. Andgo to bewith Mother, whereGod'ssaintsfor ever dwell. 72
MISCELLANE0US 'P'O:lll M BMOTHER.'TISsix yl'!U's since with achingheartwesawyou pass away, AwRybeyond the shadows,totherealmsofendlessday;WhatwordsaretherethatcanexpressthesorrowandthepainOf that sadparting,though wefeltthatwe would meetagain?They suythattimeheals wounds Mother,but'tisnow six long years,Andstillthereis the achingheart,thesilent1I0woftears;WemisRthemURkofyourvoice,thetouchofyourdearhands. The tender look which makesusfeelthatMotherunderstands.The chllirisvacantMotherandwe miss you every where We miRs you inthemorninghoursandwhenthenightdrawsnear, Aye, most ofallwe miss you whentheevening hours come And wearywiththetoil of day weturnagaintohome.73
TROPICREVERIESThere's joy in Mother's welcome to a home of peaceandrestInloving words or comfort to aspiritwornandvexed, Like freshening dews or night-time fallingonthethirstyland So theheartis soothedatevening bythetouchof Mother'shand.Thedayshave gone so slowly since you said yourlastfarewell, Andmanyyearsyetmay be given tousonearthto dwell;Butoh, wethankyou Motherthatyoutaughtuswhere togoWhentheheartis full of sorrow,andtearsunbiddenflow.Weareglad because, dearMother, our kindSaviourunderstandsAnd whenwesigh in loneliness he takesusbythehandsAndwhispers words of comfortasweleanupon hill breast,Withtrembling lipswe answer, "Lord,weknowThyway isbeRt."
MISCELLANEOUSPOBlIlBWemighthave goneastray,Mother,andsoHecalled you HomeThatwe should feelourneed ofHimandtoHisheaven come;Hecare8 for alloursorrows,yetbecause he lovetl U8so,Hesends thembutto keep usintheway weoughtto go. WethankHim for a Mother whowaseverkindandtrue,WethankHimfordearFatherwho rests fromhislabourstoo;Andoh, how muchwethankHimforthe bleeaed giftoftears;Forthecomfort He willbringourheartsallthroughthecoming years.Andthen sometime,weknownotwhen,inthesweet bye-a.nd-bye,Fromthisfairearthwe'll pass tofairermansions in thesky;As weary nestlings hailagainwith joytheirMother'snest, We'llgreetyou, Angel Mother, where God's Saints fore,'er rest.75
TROPIC REVJ<;RIES WEARINESS.SO ET1:\1 I flOweary Of thp:md the Atrife, Thl'al1l1 depressionsThatof II' II comp inlife.I sitand idlywonderIf til('dl'nl' LordI'callyknows,Ofall0111' wparyh('artaches, Of a II011r ('a rCA:1Il(1 woes.Jof II' 11 and wonderIfhe Illy ma nytears,Ifhe !'1harPA myeverysorrow,If hef:CpkA to('aImmyfears.Somet illlP!'I Jgrow so wcary,My faithall toosmall;Heseemssofarfromme,Be doeA not heed mycall.Deal' Lordwhen IgrowwearyOfalllife'stoil and din-Ohwhisperwordsofcomfort,And Aend thypeacewithin.76
MISeELLANE0USPOE M-S Ohletme hear thee whisper,'Fearnot, for Iamnear, I knowthyeverysorrowI'lldrythyeverytear.""Isuffered so muchforthee,Mycross was heavier far,Ifthouwiltbutbepatient,Noillthypeaceshallmar.Then weariness shaH vanish,EnthusedI'llriseandfightAndinthisblessed knowledgeMycross will now seem light.77
TROPICREVERIESANGUISH. 'TI8anguish thatI feel,Nootherwordnor soundCan fitmymood.OhGod,inanguishdeepToTheeIcry this night;ArtThollnotgood?OhGod,onTheeIcall,Whom ('IRehav(' IbutThee?In deepdi!'ltress, Jn agony of h('art, To Thee I hl1lllbly prayJn hitt('I'IJeAA, Oh Tholl theLight, theWay, Shine 011 my wearypathAnd gin> mp light;ForTholl ('anRt Apellk tome, CllnRtgh'('mp p('rfrct.l'('st;BrlpJll('t1JiR night.78
MISCELLANEOUS POJIIM' A PLEA.LORD,'tisnotmuch I ask,Ohgrantme this,Notlighterbe mytask01' more my blissjNotwealth01'fame togain,Notthe world'R praise,Notto be free frompainAllthro'thedays.Grantme a loving soulForcompany, A child ofthinewhose goal II'!Ret in thpe. Dear Lord theway isrough,Andtho'I knowThatthouartnearenough, Myh(,1IrtllchrF! soj MyeyeR grow dim with teal'll, Inloneliness,Forone mid joysandcarea, And indistressIcryto theejI know ThntThOllfIIt ThatThouartwise,and 80 I'mnnderstood.79
TROPICREVERIES aII,hn t AhouldAt 'l'hOllscc,Dear LordofLove No wisdom inmyplea,IlookaboveAnd ask thatThoubenear;Lordgivemestrength,Andgrace,norletmefear;Until,atlength,WhenThondostcallmehomeTothy sweet rest,I'll aml\VC!'as Icome'Thy way was bcs1."80
MISCELLANEOUSPOEMSTOWEDORNOT TO WED.1 -0 wed, ornotto wed:thatis the question: Whether'tisnobler inthemindtosuffer Thefretand loneliness of spinsterhood Or to takearmsagainstthesinglestateAud by marrying, endit?To wedjtomatch,Nomorcjyetbythismatch to say we end The heartacheandthethousandnatural shocks Thatfleshis heir toj'tisa consummation Devoll tly tobewish'd. To wed, tomatch;To match, perchancemismatch:aye, there's the rub jForinthatmatchwhatdreadmishaps may come, Whenwehave shuffled offthissinglestateForwedded bliss:there'stherespectThatmakes singleness of so long life, For who'd forego the joys of wifeandmother, The pleasures of devotion, of sacrificeandlove The blessings of a homeandallhome means, The restful sympathy of soul to soul, The loved ones circlingroundateventide When she herselfmightgainall theseWitha marriage vow? Who would fardelsbearTo pineandsighundera single lifeButthatthe dread of somethingaftermarriage,81
TROPICREVERIESThatundiscoverednature,from whose ways One scarce can sever, puzzles the will,Andmakes us ('ather cling to single bliss'fhanbarterthat we knowfo(' things unsure?Thusdreadful (hl11otmakPR cowards of us allAndthusthe native hue of resolutionIssicklied 0'('1',,"Hh the pale castofthought,Andmatrimonialrites,andwedded lifeWiththisregardtheircurrentsturnawayAndlose the name ofaction.(Withapologiesto Shakespeare.) 82
MISOELLANEOUSPOJllMBIF.IF you can keep himtruewhen allabout you Thegirlsare ma:king eyesandbeing kind,Ifyou can make himspend th!' Qvening8 withyouWhenfiftyJimsand .tacks areon hismind;Ifyou canwaitandnotbetiredby waiting,Orwhen he comcsatone, becalmlind slcep, Anddonotoversleep,butearlywilking Smile o'er thetcacups,andne'ertbinktoweep.If you can loveandnotmake loveyourmaster,Ifyon can serve yet donotbe his slave.If )"0.11 can hcarbrighttalesandquitthemfaster,A nd, foryourpeace of mind,thinkhimlIOknave;If yon can bear to hearthetruthyou Tdl him TwiEltcd around to make you seem a fool,Or seetheCnJlRtnn onyourbureauburningAndmove the noxious weed,andstillkeep cool.IfyouCRnmake one heap ofallhe giTes yon trV to budget sothatit'senough,Andadd, l!lubtractandmultiply the jssue, So that theGrocer willnotcutuprough;Ifyou can forceyourdress,andhat,andstocking To servetheirturnlongafterthey worD, Andpassthc "sales," anddonotthinkit t1hocking Towearagarmentthathasonce beentorn:83
TROPICREVERIESIfyoucanwalkwhen hetakesouttheFord :\ntltt'nl'lll'R to drive before youlearn, Alltl liRt to tnlp.R of tyl'cswithoutaryeword,Andlethim feelyou'regladforhisreturn:Ifyou can filltheunforgivingminuteWith lIixtyflccomlR workandprayerand 9mile,YOUTSis the world andeverythingthat'sinit,Andwhatis more, you'llbea wifeworthwhile.(Withapologies toKipling.)84
MISCIIlLLANJilOUS PO,llM8 AT CHRISTMAS.IKNOWnotwhy,butasthegreatcrowdsgatherinthestreet,Andthemasseshurryontheirwaywith busyrelltleBl!l feet, To meetthegladandjoyousdawnof the Great Chri!'ltmas dny, My henrtjustlongstogatherwingl!lRndflyformilel!l aWfly. I knownotwhy the gaudy scenes,the brightne88 of the hour, Fflll onmy hPRrtnnrl chill me like a biting North east shower;Yet I rejoice thRt on thatdfly the Baviour Ohrhrt was born Andllnthe world's hope cameto earth onthatgreatChristmas morn.Butah,thesounds of rockets, andthedance RndChristmasfair, They have no power tocharmmyheart,I donotseemtocare. Sometimes when I am listening tothetumultandtheshout, I have agreatdesiretoaskjustwhatit'sallabout.
'I'ROPIC REVERIESIthinkit'sthatI am jealous fortheBabe of Bethle hem, Who came indeed to seekandsave the souls of poorlostmen, And here theyarewith noise andlaughterfeasting everywhprc, And us of old fOJ'gC't himinthe lowlymanger there. Can'tsomeone make themunderstandthemeaning of the day, Sothatnotthusin merriment thehourswillpassaway,But !lceppr joy Aha IIfilltheirheartsandtunetheirlipsto sing,'Listto the glorious tidingsthattheAngel choirs bring?'86,
MISCELLANEOUSPOEMSTHE POET'S HEART.TnINKnotthatthose who spendtheir tim& Inbuildinguptheloftyrhyme Areoften ofanotherclimeThanthose whopassthemby. They differ not,butindegree:MOI'cdCl'ply fpcl nil thatthey see. They hold tonaturcthegrcatkey, And ope'theportalswide.Whatsome willpassandscarceadmireJustsetsthepoet'ssoulafirc;Inpraiseofit he nc'crcantire,Inrapturche is lost.IIcknowRthatmanyheartsaresadThatnecd someone to makc themglad; They would behappyif theyhadAsympathisingfriend.Hispoet'sheart goes outto these,TheirsorrowsandtheirwoesheseesBywords ofcomfortofthe frees The wcaryburdenedheart.Oh soulthatmidearth'sdarkest hours Still sing's of hope amongearth'sbowerB,Singon:thyBongsbring richest showersOf blessingsuntome.87
TROPICREVERIEB WANTED.WANTED-in a Aad,drearworldSomeloving @ouls andkind, 1,:hooUH.'rs on the road, 'Tl'nir joycanfind.Wanted-ina gloomy world SomeraysofbrightsunshineTo cheer thehCArt thatwrithes withpain,Both nowandforalltime.Wanted-ina world Theand noble mind,ThoughtsthatarepureandbeautifulWhich canthesoul refine.Wanted-ina selfish world The sacrificing soul,ThesympathisinglovingheartThathearslife's troubles roll.Wanted-ina careless worldThOBewho will do theright,Whoguardtheirlipsand always keep The golden l'Ille ill sight.Wanted-inasinfnlworld More souls allfree from ain To do God'sworkfromdaytodayAndletHissunshinein. 88