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University of California
Berkeley
Plea of the
Negro Soldier
AND
WAR
VETERANS.
This book
is
lovingly dedicated to
and
sisters,
my mother for my
success.
The Author.
CONTENTS.
PAGE.
Plea of the
Negro
-
Soldier
140
9
1
Preface
Foreword
I
17
18 19
20
I.
21
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II.
23
25
Afro-America
Mediations of a Negro's Mind.
III.
26
27
Letter to
my
Sister
30
32
35 36
39
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An
Incident
Love
Encouragement
Thoughts In Honor
Spring
of of
40
41
Thanksgiving Lincoln
42
43 44
45
47
What
is
Love?
-
Past Memories
Sabbath
Play of the Imagination
5
48
49
-
50
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To Lillian To H. P. L. To the Girls of Kenwood The Eighth Illinois in Ctrba The Eighth Returning from Cuba The Negro Volunteer
51 51
53 54
56
58
A Hymn
of
Counsel
60
63
-
December
At Evening
65
Historical
Review
-
66
Content
Caution
72
73 74
77
78 80 83 84
85
A A
Blighted Life
-
From
86
-
Presentation
Poem
92
Hallowe'en
As
We
Should Be
-
93 95
96 98
A A
Valued Lesson
Western Reverie
Vale Dico
99
On
the Death of
Dunbar
-
101
103
103 104
Satan's
Dream
Williston
the Leaves
-
105
107
108
10 12
1
My
On On On
Sisters
of
3
4
The Day
Rest
the Gift of a
the Gift of a
Whiskbroom Thermometer
15
1
a Clothesbrush
-
15 16
1
The Hearts of America To a Bunch of Carnations To a Friend The Burial of the Past
In
19
1
20
May
-
121
122
-
A November
To
the
Sabbath Morn
of the
122 125
Wind
Night
Last,
Desolation
126
He Who Laughed
Tale of a Youth of
128
-
130
132
135
136 138
VI.
Easthampton
144
146 149
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To Chicago
150
154
Consolation
As To
We
Love So Are
We
-
Loved
155
156
156 158 159 159
Our Recompense
Williston at Parting
Louise
Woman
The Birdie That Has Flown Is Macbeth a "God in Ruins?"
Williston Battle
-
161
Song
162
1
63
165 166
To One Unknown
166 168
1
70
Our Aim
171
PREFACE.
To
all
the pages of
this
These
To
all
their
meaning
full
Are dedicated.
To
those
of studious
nature
to
criticise
To
them
They are
dictated.
To
to ob-
To
those
who
in their lonely
hours
would
be
consoled awhile,
To
those
of
To
who
Are much
I
recommend
and good
To
entertain them:
of
ill
With
love of nature,
of ambitions, cir-
From measuring
have not
their
persistence lost
Nor temperature.
Charles Fred. White.
FOREWORD.
If
of
an education
in
home some
then you had run away from to obtain that education and found, after
your schooling;
ton and
San Francisco and from Virginia,Tennessee and Arkansas to the southern part of
Canada, being compelled to work, generally, in menial positions if you wished to keep from
starving;
fortunate in
If
you had walked the streets of a great city day, sometimes with only five cents in your by pockets and only a scant meal in your stomach
for several hours,
and all one December night stood in the archway of a church door to rest
from a weary day of job hunting; if you had lived upon scant means, compelled to support yourself,
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mental hunger for knowledge; if, had been compelled to leave school again, you for a year or two because of lack of means; you
satisfy
your
your dear, grayhaired grandmother, whom had taught to write while yet you were a you
If
child
in turn for her reading, self taught, "the Bible to you, had told you how she was cruelly sold from her mother and sisters while but a
mere
of
girl
them;
if
and that she had never again seen any she had pictured to your infant mind,
came stealing down her cheeks, the inhuman beating and torture administered to her and her fellow slaves by her "Christian" maswhile tears
she had bared her arm, her back, her and showed unto your childish vision the breast, cruel scars, the heritage of all her life of bonded
ters;
if
toil,
until
her death;
if
she
had afterwards
fully,
you how
beastly,
how shameHoly
how
who
distorted the
if
Word
your grand-
knee the indignity and torture heaped upon him and his while he was a slave; if your own mother
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in slavery, had related to you and injustice meted out to them the insult, wrong after the war by their good white friends of the
left
would
ranks of
that
volunteer
army
in foreign
war,
when
nor even your property, at home, when you could not be sure that upon your return you would not find that
life,
some
friend or relative
you had afterwards arrived one day in Denver, Colorado, tired and hungry, and been refused
anything to eat
in
money
to
pay
neatly dressed
you had plodded wearily dusty streets of the business section of St. Louis, Missouri, on a hot summer
and well behaved;
through the
sultry,
whom you asked would either give or sell you a drink of water or soda; if then you had walked across the bridge
confectioner, nor anyone else
over the Mississippi to East St. Louis, Illinois, and been given a glass of warm dishwater to
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drink by a
sell
kind enough to you a sandwich from his lunch cart; if you had been refused a glass of soda phosphate, to
Cincinnati,
Ohio, (the
home
of Secretary
W.
of
H. Taft) or a dish of ice cream at the gate the United States Army barracks at Fort
or
if
Thomas, Kentucky,
crowed"
in
you had been "jimRock, Arkansas; if you had been threatened with lynching by a mob of MisLittle
you fought
for
your own
even
in
many
had been proscribed, ostracised and mistreated, refused lodging, or recognition which you unand all this for no other doubtedly deserved; reason than that your complexion is darker than
the hue of those
surely
who
think
this
country.
poems on
the following
you think that sometimes they are too radical or harsh, turn back to this foreword, read
again, and, taking for granted that the author's
is
it
own experience
these writings are based upon actual facts, consider whether they are harsher than that experThen consider further that this same ience.
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person has absolutely no prejudice towards any human being on account of race, color or creed,
that he
thinks as
much
is
of
one person as
of
any
other, SQ long as he
for
The
Possesses no malice, no disguise: The soul knows no creed but love and
It
faith;
it
knows no race:
in
be congenial to him; and, after all, ask yourself whether he is not partly right, whether you yourself could love a country and a people
one who
who had
C.F.W.
I
I
Me
Such miracles and wondrous things Beneath the shadow of Thy wings.
Forever and anon
I'll
sing
The
praise of
Jesus Christ,
my
King.
Tis Thou who made all things we see; Thou who hast always watched o'er me While in the toils of life entwined; Who ever unto Thee hast bound
Me
And showed
All things
me
the
way around
Thy The
glory,
me
bar
sinful fiends of
wickedness
Which, but for Thee, would me possess: To Thee do I my glad voice raise;
To Thee
Come,
ever
all
Walk
Give
in the
He
has trod;
glory to
almighty God.
Come, join with me, and we will blend Our voices, and we'll heav'nward send,
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Who
free!
1898.
PRAYER.
Lord, our
praise
in
heav'n,
we
Thou Thou
time .that
is
come:
welcoming us
to
art ever
our heavenly
home.
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
ever:
we
pray
Thee keep us
in
Thy
we may
So we
lean on
Thy
great
arm
the while
Thy
AN AMERICAN RIDDLE.
Contented, he was lured from homeland;
Free, he has been captive made; Though human, he was bound in chains and
Sold
Though
Forced
resentless, he
was
killed;
Obedient, he was
Faithful, he
made
to labor;
was starved and scarred; Deserving, he was shown no favor; Handsome, his offspring was marred.
was denied him; he has been profaned; Though grateful, white men have belied him; Dead, his corpse was torn and maimed.
Religious, worship
Truthful,
Though respectful, driv'n to shame; Though innocent, was lynched by burning: Has not of his own a name.
Sept.,
1900.
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JOLLITY.
Ah! You're quite a
jolly girl
I
see.
You
are you from? are just the kind I'd have you be;
Where
You're
full
of fun;< ,u*i*
Always
telling jokes,
Upon Thus you pass away the tiresome whiles With ease and grace.
.ut-*'
your face.
psf.,y-!t>
ox
iiittt*
._;,
jaf&stri
Ha! Ha! Ha! You say you're always gay, Content and free?
Well,
I
quite so to-day;
So
It is
of glee.
I
better,
suppose* to bear
it
Life as
comes,
it
Let
it
go as best
Not when
'tis
it
ought
To be
the cause*
->'*: j?
^p:
Of
we know
but
Present and
past:
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Future
lifts
But
glides so fast
felt
her wrath,
So we're blindly stumbling 'long her path Each day and week. Thus we go through life at her behest, And we should be Happy, with a hope some day to rest
On
Sept.,
Future's knee.
1900.
MEDITATIONS OF A NEGRO'S
MIND,
[Read
at a
I.
mass meeting
at Springfield, Illinois,
1899.]
Had
a land that I might call my home, would be glad; But I'm compelled this cruel world to roam
I I
With
feeling sad,
B ecause
To make me
Would keep me
back. 21
Methinks, sometimes,
it
is
a hard, rough
lot
door
Without an open ear to his implore; Without a heart's being touched by his sad
plight;
Without a hand
to help his
way
all
to fight,
Save
that of God,
who doth
things aright.
Two hundred
Since
first
he trod upon
this
unkind land:
Two hundred
As
The boasted pride sung by this populace, The liberty and freedom talked upon Are not enjoyed by this darker race,
Although these do by right
to
it
belong.
its fold
flag
Such deeds of crime unwritten and untold, Save by the hand and tongue of the oppressed, Or by a friend, of whom we few possess,
Is
However
wave, or
to
what height.
Yet, such a flag does now wave o'er our head, Intent our names to hide of martyred dead;
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But
Nor
be crushed,
is
Until the
hand
of dastard
crime
stayed
men made.
MEDITATIONS OF A NEGRO'S
MIND,
Who meek
And
Doth
call
IT.
would bow
Without a protest on
himself a
live a
his brow,
man?
of our race
member
Who
stand?
Was
e'er a dark
hued
Its
infant born,
In childhood
from
mother torn
And reared up in this land of scorn, And yet doth love this land?
Was ever slave upon this soil Contented year by year to toil
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While
To unshackle
Did
hand?
proud nation's slave,
him
rave,
And
Did
In
e'er
human
And
Defy the law with threat or bribe, And boast an honored name? Did e'er a statesman
Boast of his firm and
in this
land
rightful stand,
Nor
And claim
March, 1900.
a right to fame?
AFRO- AMERICA.
[Read
at
mass meeting
Oh
Country,
'tis
to thee,
How
To thee
Them
How we
To
long to be free
live
and
love.
We
When
Let waitings swell on high, Let rocks, trees, hills, all cry,
"God's
Let
will
be done:"
And keep
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to
Thee
May
Out
For
May, 1899.
soon be brought
it's
of this
doom
long, in vain,
Freedom
to feel.
MEDITATIONS OF A NEGRO'S
MIND,
I
III.
wonder why the Negro should be hated; He has done no great wrong unto mankind: He was out of the same crude dust created
As
He's
all
the rest of
human
race,
find.
tried to
to,
Although he was oppressed in shameful bond; Persisted not to do what he should not do;
To
Sept.,
19 00.
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A LETTER TO MY
SISTER,
Of youth yet coursing through your cheeks, was informed, not long ago,
I
That you had quit attending school. What is the cause that you should act
So
Through
enormous
in
library
ages past And guarded with unceasing care wish that By fond Existence?
I
Piled up by
Time
You might know the full value of think you An education. Would reconsider soon your act And turn again toward the path
I
Of
learning,
To
suppose, Unthought by others. Though, that you have considered all This thoroughly, and have resolved
That
Yet,
'tis
I
Will
To
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Of knowledge.
brain;
be
You
through the
life
If
that is to last
To deeply
Help you
Brought up
to think
more thoroughly
life;
No
I
was
and sad
Great wealth
of books.
Since
of school
I
I've often
might
find
An
To
opportunity to
school again. I'd like to have course of quite four years, college
I
Which
intend
I
some day
to get,
E'en though
may
senior o'er
my
present age.
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When
To study music, you recall The fact that you cared naught for it, While Lilian studied much and learned
Quite readily to play: so well
With full desire to be equipped To play as well as she? Forthwith You then began to practice much And study more than you at first Did care to; so that now you have Succeeded quite in learning well
To chant the strains of sweetness deep And melody upon the keys
Of the piano, bringing
forth
The deep expressions, beauties and The symphonies of art and life.
So, in the years when Lilian Has graduated from her class
At high school, and equipped herself With lore of books, you will regret That you did not advantage take Of time, then
The books
in
Your chest
of
memory,
to
use
1900.
THE HOLIDAYS.
T'ward the
last of
bleak
December
When the northern fields are bare, When the trees are still and leafless,
And
the frost flies through the
air,
When
And
more warmth,
had their
By
Who
have
left
their toil
and business;
Donned
their winter
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Then
and sheds
for winter,
And
To the And
In
the winter
meat
is
cured.
Squirrel, too,
some
safe spot
and secured.
When
And
the student's
mind
is
wearied
With
fall
Known
With
to
of pleasure us as "Holidays."
Christmas Eve
its
On
this night
we hang our
stockings
Side by side along the wall To be filled with toys and sweet things By Saint Nicholas, as he's called.
On
When
we get up morn
Peeps out on the joys before him: Christmas day, when Christ was born,
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All this
One whole week is spent in glee; Then comes New Year's day with all Vows to be, or not to be.
So
the world begins
its
journey
Through the coming year of strife, Mingling all its joys and sorrows
call life.
am welcomed
Wherever
I
folk,
may roam.
or soft wind,
glee;
Oft
come, as a gust
I
will linger,
and then
Though
I
come
bring not
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Though
I
come from
Though
I
and mountain,
Though
I've
pass, or rockland,
naught but
soft,
sweet flowers.
Though the
sunlight forsake
my
pathway,
with sorrow,
My
I
heart
seems
light
and
free;
filled
fly
through
The
chilled
and
frosty air,
The
Sings, the bee and the brook make music As sweet as you have heard.
summer breathe on warm days And cause them to withdraw make the green fields Their intense heat; The prettiest e'er you saw.
In the
I I
the land,
for
gather
my
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store.
Oft
come
in
the sad,
still
autumn
To
I
soothe
some
But
As deep and great as yours, cover them o'er with laughter, And bind them up secure
I
With the chords of delight and kindness, Then paint them well with smiles And distribute them to the lonely To turn away the whiles.
I
invade the repose of sick room And fan the fevered brow.
In seclusion of love
I'm
list'ning,
To mark
In the
solemnness deep
of worship,
Oft
A
I
A
I
shall pass,
shall see
me:
1901.
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AN EASTER MORN.
Brightly
now
On
this
And
moving
Which
Reflecting
streams and
rivers,
Lending color
In the
to their depth.
As
if it
As
we
are told.
(Though He was to them a stranger, They took Him fine stones and gold.)
Warmth and
Hand
in
hand with
and
air:
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With a touch
Yet, with
all
of
summer's
bliss.
There's
a
some
life
be mirthful, sometime
it's
trod.
AN INCIDENT
charming maid got on the train With mother and her father, Bound for the western hill and plain,
Expecting naught
to bother.
Who
rushed up
of
to the car,
And asked
me how
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far
flowers,
Some
at the
news stand.
All his
powers
The time
For
more
well believe.
He
happened
to
be at the same
Hotel where she had stayed, And when she in to dinner came
He saw and
He had
(Now
not
met
French Miss,
formally,
mean,)
But he had learned her name was " Thyss," When he her face had seen.
He
in
haste returned,
And
them
in to her;
Her sympathy
to stir.
had thought
She was
surprised
fraught
To see
So
she went
to get.
And asked
I
his
name
Impatiently he paced
He
His
tried to say
But
failed; his
lips uttered
murmur;
But thus
"Comme
le
del est
si bleu,
est en feu;
Comme mon
Je parlerai
mon
Je vous aime, chere mademoiselle, Et la, sans vous, mon coeur est frele."
May, 1901.
LOVE.
tPublished
in the
Or a sentiment,
called love,
Which
With
is
selects a
life
companion
its
From where'er
Often does
Oft
is
it
fancies strike.
error;
make an
deceived
in its find;
Oft
is
By the, law of man 'tis given As a trust, with cupid's seal, To be nurtured, fondly cared for:
Thus becomes
life's
woe
or
weak
By
It is
made
to
ill
agree;
In its haste
has
oft
been blinded
By some
false identity.
On
its
great fortunes,
Or
By
the sting of
its
rejection,
in tears.
Hearts have yearned for its fond presence: E'en grim Death has stayed his stroke
been ended:
From
To
its
its
care
honor trusted.
May, 1901.
ENCOURAGEMENT.
'Tis not winter time yet,
my
dear heart,
the
air;
Though autumn has crept through Tis not time to be sad and lonely;
There's no need
to live in despair.
The birds are yet singing with sweetness; The grass is yet growing and green. The streams are yet rippling and merry; The snow-clad hills are not yet seen.
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The flowers are yet full and handsome; The squirrel yet plays in the trees; The sun has lost none of his lustre; There's some warmth yet left in the breeze,
Therefore, dear heart, cheer up, be mirthful;
less vigor
and vim;
Thy blood flows as freely as ever; Thy life is yet nourished by Him.
Oct.,
1901.
THOUGHTS OF THANKSGIVING
Thanksgiving day is coming soon, That long remembered day
When
To
America.
all
On
our land,
The wake, Give thanks to God, whose mighty hand Deals blessings good and great.
people, in their
the plate,
The cranberry sauce, the pudding baked, The seasoned turkey gobbler,
All these delights
and many more, From north, south, west and east, Do all the nation keep in store
For
this
Thanksgiving
feast.
God!
May
Nov.,
all
Like
by the rod.
1895.
IN
HONOR OF LINCOLN.
who
yet stand!
Hall! ye heroes
Hail the martyr of our land! Hail him who for his country delved!
Him who
Him who Him who
Which
broke the clanking chain 'round our lives did e'er entwine,
its
Resounding loud
doleful
chime!
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Though the world predict thy fate! The future may yet have in store
Some deed
laid,
Who
Jan.,
1896.
SPRING.
The day is mild, the spring is here, The blithest season of the year:
Although the ground's o'erlaid with snow, The sun sends forth his warming glow.
The
bud
green.
their way,
play.
The
children
Some
hurry on,
From
I
Their lessons for the day are done; school they march out, one by one.
see, across
As
my
visions trace,
dairy
wagon with
its
load
chickens
the
first
all
are out
green sprout,
sit
within
my humble
wall
fall:
seems to me but yesterday With kingly pomp he held his sway. March, 1896.
WHAT
Love: what
is love;
IS
LOVE?
divine,
Which fills the heart with thoughts sublime, Which causes men to tear their hair,
44
Which
mind?
To fathom from its mystic rhyme, As down the stealthy roll of time
It
spreads its blessings o'er mankind, Or, laughing wildly at his fear,
its
Sends down
The
incantations of this
I
word
Which, though
PAST MEMORIES.
As
I
From which the warmth of sun has flown, My thoughts seem wand'ring far away, As though past mem'ries back had blown.
45
is
And
am
A
I
me
good cheer,
Betakes
think of
my mind
to
all
Of Of
father,
and
of
mother
fair
Who
guided
me my
Of grandpa,
also, old
and gray,
Who
toils
on
sadly,
day by day,
With withered,
Cheer
up, grandfather,
life
and be gay,
to sorrow's given,
You soon will leave and go away To your companion, now in heaven.
Life
is
To our
Feb., 1897.
46
SABBATH.
Tis a pleasant Sunday morning,
And
the sun
is
shining clear,
Now
Wafts
lake,
Bringing with it all the sweet chimes From the church bells in its wake.
As
As
cometh
pane,
Softly through
my window
As
Seems
to
me
God
"Peace on earth
mankind."
Now
that
is in his
Glory,
Let us praise Him more and more; Let us sing the offertory
Till to
Him
on high we soar.
Feb., 1898.
47
And And
Now
go!
Now
As
Steals upon
it mingles, ear and tingles, Lingers, while the moon hangs low.
my
Now the sounds are growing fainter; Distance makes enchantment daintier
As
the hour grows
still
and quainter,
Till
they die
I
away
so low,
in the
Scarce
While,
hear them
distance
intent,
my
Feb.,
1898.
48
DESPONDENCY.
I
care not
how soon
leave here;
Leave
I've
a longing to depart to
the flag of peace, unfurled,
Where
Spreads
its
As
it
waves
As
I
sit
within
o'er
Musing
can think
seems
joyous,
Seems
to
For
my
Though betimes may seem joyful From some outward look or sign,
I
49
Yet, within,
my
As
Think not as
1898.
WAR'S INSPIRATION.
If God hath willed that And thus our race name
I
should die,
glorify,
While
fighting
'Mid crashing shells and cannons' storms, While freedom's flag waves o'er my head,
O'er dire remains
of
Who Who
To
gave their
lives
were afraid
die
With unfurled
around,
1898
50
TO LILIAN.
I
Who
loves
all
And
With such ease and dexterity, Such wondrous grace and skill,
That warm-hearted posterity
With
inspirations
fill
When
And what
And
1898.
TO
For
this kind
H. P. L.
As
Thy
I
through countless years, forget; thou art not of my race nor creed, For, though
this gift without regret.
never
Thou gavest me
The marked simplicity of thy chaste ways, The welcome glow which beams in thy bright eyes, The smile which overspreads thy face for days
And weeks
For
alike,
make
whom
the
members
Do
well to strive
Each one
Endeav'ring, while thou dost their brains perplex, to make thee his and win the fray.
I
And
would say
to
universe,
He would have found no one to better lead Him through this world of coldness and reverse.
Thou
art a
gem
of rarity
and worth,
Who
face.
Thou scornest not the thought to stoop so As to make glad the hearts of sons of toil
52
low
Who
The
About
make
Great preparations for commencement day In which thou art to modestly partake
And
fly
away.
May And
May
all
good fortune which great God hath given success and goodness here on earth
when thou
That 'round
I
itself
I
doth
welcome
all
mankind
pay thee.
This fond
memento
June, 1898.
The
pretty emblem of good luck, Presented by brave hearts to me, No hand but death from me shall pluck:
It
shall
53
picture of the
same appears
Upon
There
Until
to remain,
'tis
1898.
IN CUBA.
in
[From an essay read before our Sunday School near San Luis, Santiago de Cuba.]
camp
Cuba
in
the mountains,
friends,
marsh and
fens,
*In this church of thatch and palm leaf, Cut and built by our own hands,
We
As
done
in
many
and
lands.
valley,
hill
Man and
Over ruined
and
city,
Over waste
of richest
loam
54
Where
the dove of peace once flitted, But was driven from its home
shells of cruel
By the And
cannon
loved ones
home and
Whom
we soon expect
to see.
plantation,
lies untilled,
undwelt,
of ocean,
Some must
for grief,
No more
For
their fighting
all is
past.
We
have
fired the
death salute;
55
destitute.
*Mr. White, who was adjutant of the regimental church organization, planned and superintended the construction of this building, which was said to be the first Protestant church
on that part of the island. Several Cubans and soldiers were converted here, and a baptising was held in a stream near the camp by Chaplain Jordan Chavis.
ISix others afterwards died of disease or accident.
we
ride
Rumbling
o'er
Laughing and
as ever,
in
our cheeks,
in the
mountains,
hills,
*
By
Through
rural
56
High
hills in all
the directions,
plains,
Grandeur
'Round curves alongside the river, Under cliffs hanging with rock,
Naught from my mind e'er can sever These scenes in memory locked.
By farms of modern perfection With their storehouses o'erfilled With produce, fine for selection, From rich land thoroughly tilled,
Through
forest
and worth;
Thus comes
Volunteered from
Back from
March, 1899.
the
Cuban intrenchment,
of true-hearted
Brave band
boys.
57
He
volunteered his
to cruel
life
and health
To go
war
boys afar
hand,
He
He
went,
seemed,
to certain
death
By bullet, sword or scourge, Where dry, hot trade winds blow And rains the land submerge.
their breath
He knew
In
well
when he
it
left his
home
Though home
Cuba's
did not
seem,
roam,
That death raged there supreme; That Spanish treachery and hate, That fever's dreaded ills, That rain and heat and heavy weight While on the march or drills,
fate to seal,
58
reel
Though monsters such did him confront And threaten him with death,
His bravery they could not daunt, But made him fear the less.
A land might well be proud, Enforce the laws, protect his home, His all, from lawless crowd..
The bird doth soar in lofty space; The fish doth swim the sea. The beast doth field and forest pace, The Negro where hath he?
The bird at night flies to her nest. The beast's home is his lair, The fish in quiet nook doth rest, The Negro must despair
Because,
alas,
'
No
"
That he can
Doth
remembrance
59
In hearts,
Nor is it marked by tomb of fame, Nor wreathed with flower nor vine. June, 1899.
A HYMN OF COUNSEL.
[Published in the National Standard-Enterprise-]
life,
for that
Who findeth existence to be a constant strife, Who brings upon himself despair or sorrow dim,
1
would recite
this
to
it
come
man,
of cultured
may
cause someone
to better
The prospects of his being, or more plainly see The need of education, or of moral worth,
to
Be
faithful to thyself
Do
all
To keep
60
Observant ever be of great and common things, And listen to the songs which reverend nature
sings.
Betake
And
Arrayed
Which
causeth
oft thy
heart to
droop and
downcast be,
this
mass of malcontent
and pent.
Then
raise
it it
its
gloomy
nest,
Support sense
arm
of thy will
and
And cherish it with all the life And it will grow so rapid and
'Twill
blossom
in the
springtime of
newer
birth
And
If
engaged
In wav'ring contemplation o'er thy changing
off their
61
Think not
lays.
Beget thee to the avenues of shining light, For danger lurks about in shadows of the. night.
Go
beautified by love,
And drink thou of it freely, that thou may possess The mighty power of knowledge, sent from
Heav'n above;
For education
in earth.
is
by thee
Full
many kingdoms in himself doth man possess, The thrones of which are oft usurped by evil
power;
indolence,
Grim
Doth
the
solemn
death-knell
to
success,
lurk about in ev'ry hidden nookand bower.
is
Simplicity
itself,
And
plainly
marks
of wealth.
I
'tis
yet in reach.
Take heed
teach;
to that
.62
Mark
well
for
'twill
of
value be;
Love thou
right;
all
Keep
all
good deeds
of
men
sight.
But
if
Or
to
endure
and
Heed
the pure,
doom
DECEMBER
The days are short, the air is cold, The bleak wind stirs the lifeless trees, The sun sends forth faint rays of gold, While Autumn rests at peace and ease.
63
The summer birds have flown away To warmer climes and greener shores, And little snowbirds chirp their
lay
The cows are milked within The horses bridled in the The geese and chickens, to
Stand on one
foot,
the barn,
stall,
the gate, Or, having done that, they have gone Out coasting, hitching, or to skate.
be here
week
of mirth
will
and cheer.
soon be past,
old
Dec,,
64
AT EVENING.
Evening sun beams not upon As sit in silent shade
I
me
Musing
Which
Ah,
must soon be
laid.
my
is
As I'm dreaming,
Night
alone,
of
day
To
attack him
in his
weakness,
Soon the hosts of knights of Darkness, With their glittering, starry shield,
Will usurp Day's throne and fortress And a while his sceptre wield.
Then
the gallant
Day
will
muster
And
Sept.,
1899.
65
A HISTORICAL REVIEW.
In fourteen
hundred ninety-two
And
out,
prisoner in chains,
Although for several years' he'd cried For freedom from these pains.
In fifteen
St.
hundred sixty-five
Augustine was founded, And ever since has stood and thrived,
Of
In
this- land's
orphan child.
66
And made a
Twill
In
last
blot so
The
object of their
strife;
The
In
slave to misery's
life.
70
His life-blood
the fight,
The first of all this country's dead To die for freedom's right.
E'er since,
in all this nation's
wars,
great part,
From
In '65
To save
An
accident which
came about
Two hundred years, and more, Him 'neath this cruel rake,
67
they'd kept
slept;
At
Bull
Run
To Washington
for shelter.
'Twas then the thought within her mind Occurred to free the slave,
If,
by
this action,
A mode
So
her
name
Yet he
And chased by
Accused
The wailings of his soul are lent To swell her song's blank measure.
Since he was freed he has progressed
And
all
Such
intellect
Though hearts
of stone
68
He
Nor
In '98
he volunteered
fight for
To
human cause
he steered
To
He
And
He
mud and
mire,
Through rain, heat and disease, Nor ever once expressed desire
That awful place
to leave.
O'er dead Caucasian boys he rushed, O'er some crouched down with fears,
69
While from
gushed
his
wounds
his
warm
blood
And mingled
He
Which did impede his way And stormed blockhouses on the crown
Of
hills;
cried when he was not allowed To enter in the city The same day that up hill he plowed, And thought it a great pity
He
And
strike at
once the
final blow,
Thus end
He
His bravery had conquered And made a record which will stand
Among
And now, And boys
Equal
war
is
waxing hot
hue do not
it
their task,
seems,.
of
sending there
To
bring things to
a close,
70
hair,
to vote:
hand
So
If
that he
might be smote*
he, perchance,
commit a crime,
His
He's hanged 'thout court proceedings; guiltless kin, too, at the time
killed, despite their pleadings.
Are
He's
guiltless oft of
crime alleged,
life
(Which
have pledged
To
movement.
stand
human
Of
right, give
merit
its
true worth
1899.
71
CONTENT.
Toiling, toiling
all
With
his will
Humming
From
the
morn
night:
Ever happy at his work, Ever gay and free, Never does he duty shirk,
But content
Cheerful
is is
he.
his
of
little
home,
size,
it
Though
There
There
meagre
to
roam,
found,
There
and pride,
To
his
work he goes
to
perform
he aware
Of
1899.
CAUTION.
The voice speaks
uttered:
are
not
The face oft portrays feelings not intended: The smile expresses things which would be
smothered:
The mind
ended:
revives
are long
So measure
well the
word before
'tis
spoken
study thoroughly before you've written, For careless words oft cause hearts to be broken,
And
And
writing,
smitten.
Learn
to control at all times your emotion; Don't laugh at others' accidents or errors; Don't execute your every whim or notion, Nor do things which will cause you future
terrors.
73
Consideration should be
The execution
For hastiness
is
subsequent matter,
the
And sadness
scatters.
o'er
world
promotes and
Nothing
is
known
No man's
Judge not a person only by appearance: Call no man fool, he may be your adviser.
Sept.,
1899.
joyful
home tramp
On
was happy and content; was filled with joy and mirth and
I
Happiness where'er
In the lonely
In the
went.
74
Or when through
Strove
I
to
be of good cheer;
For
Through sweet nature's gorgeous realms: She has power to soothe and soften
That which naught else overwhelms.
By
Laughing
Where And
seemed with
life
imbued,
Where the birds were gaily chirping, Where the fish in deep pools played And the timid deer were lurking, Where the bees their honey made,
In her
solemnness
at
of silence to
Nature was
In the
I
home
me.
calmness
of that island
was wont
Or
to
roam
blessed,
Or the vegetation 75
there,
Gazing with
much
satisfaction
On
would pass away the whiles and Watch the minutes come and go.
would
sit
sometimes
for
hours
Basking in the sun's warm rays While a stream 'neath shady bowers
Sang
I
to
me
its
favorite lays.
partook
the boys,
all
my
joys.
While
their friends
was
well kept
and protected
By some power of the Unknown, Which also my way directed As through the wilds did roam:
I
76
By
March
horizon linked
In that
in
union,
of
heaven -land
dream.
9,
1900.
feel,
Which
About me?
Tis some magic power Which comes at this belated hour To wind me in its grasp. 'Tis strange
This feeling should my mind derange And cause me such alarm, for I
Have
Encountered such an
Marauding thought, so hard to solve As this which now has come to pass.
Methinks awhile some stupor has
my
brain
vain
And dimmed my eyes, so that in May attempt to delve into The fath'mless depths which now
I
accrue.
It
matters not,
I
it
seems, how
much
Effort
The key-note
77
in
extent
Its
Of Indignation he
sent
To
Which
Thus cause
much
chagrin.
My
I
wits
seem somewhat
of this
baffled
spy.
by
The presence
mighty
my
thoughts composed
disposed
allow
And
till
Such time
Without
may
pass at
will
this
To
May, 1900.
A TALE OF HEARTS.
One
night while walking 'long the street, Returning from the choir,
78
in
thought
fire;
Which
church,
Whom
Whose Seemed
His acquiescence
Her home
at close of church.
He had
The crowd
for
A
And
me
waited
it
till
Yet did
Twas sad: the girl loved him, He was her heart's desire:
That's
and said
why his mind was so involved With thought which burned like fire.
did not wish to mistreat her,
her:
He
strike
When,
He saw
At
first
he thought
leave
them
all
And
them
to their fate,
too late:
The blow was struck; one frail And severed into parts: know not what became of it
I
heart broke
A BLIGHTED
LIFE.
Lived a happy, wedded pair: Each content was with the other, And their hearts knew no despair.
They were
of
Caucasian lineage,
e'er disputed
I
may
aver.
She was
80
He was
And
So they
Lived
in
darker of complexion
his hair
was darker,
too.
Never questioning
restless
And Moved
they
left
At the Hudson
river's
mouth.
out in public
Thus continued they their meddling With this couple's happiness: Thus their prejudice they vented, These two young hearts to depress.
Then they said to her; "He's colored: Has Negro blood in his vein." Thus tormented they the young bride
Till
in pain;
Till
"Is
true;
and
81
if
it
be,
still
live
still
not
me?"
"Can we
I
It
Can
Thus she wailed and strove with reason. Would she overcome the blow?
Could she not raise an embankment
No
alas
thought:
But her
For her
soul
She could
life to
was mated.
their souls a twin.
of this country,
light,
Who,
Work and
Is
right.
there not
some power
82
of
conscience
That
will
1903.
A STUDENT'S CHRISTMAS
PARTING.
[Published in the Exonian, Phillips Exeter Academy.]
Nay; Au revoir! I'd rather say! Ye campus grounds now bleak and drear Ye buildings to my heart made dear Ye chapel walls, your songs bestir
!
!
Ye books and pen lay aside To rest you, calm and unespied.
go to greet the coming year, To welcome him with mirth and
I
cheer.
Vacation time
is
near at hand
When
all is
greet you
all,
I'll
call.
me
*
a newer strain
To
83
I'll
bring with
fill
me
a heart so free
'Twill
The
folk at
is
Already
Au
revoir
Dec. ,1903.
ADVICE TO A FRIEND.
You
say that virtue
is its
own
known,
that's widely
to
wish not
pursuade
You
I
made,
found
When
abound
is
In feeling that
our work
not
truly
be
Unless received with feeling free, Unless 'tis given from the heart,
Unless
'tis
made
of life
a part.
84
We
Our
often
may
feel that
we should
We
also oft
may
is
later find
quite unkind.
So I should say, be sure that you Consider well the step in view, Yet do not fail to full regard
That virtue
Feb.,
is its
own reward.
1904.
LIFE.
there not a hand of power That can stay the wheel of fate? there not a soothing hour
Is
Can no recompense
their longings
Find while wand'ring through this life? Must no sunlight pierce their mornings
With
its
many-pointed knife?
With
their
85
But But
it
satisfies
them
not;
proffer,
not.
comfort comforts
Some
rage within;
Others with bright hopes would cheer them, But to them all hopes are dim.
Which no
There's a strain to them belonging Which the hardest heart would move.
Yet, these souls are meek, forgiving,
Patient, though time nothing brings.
no sorrow tuned
its strings.
April,
1904.
LIFE.
play,
No morning
That did not see him smile; No evening twilight sank to rest
And
left
while.
No
No
Than
youth nor maiden was more kind, Nor any kinder spoke.
But now those days have long since gone, They can return no more,
And
Is
changed e'en
to the core.
Oh, cruel fate that wrought the deed That turned his heart to stone,
That
stole
left
away
his innocence,
And
Thou rnight'st have done a kinder And yet deserved thy name!
But
no: thou wouldst not kinder be
life
thing
And save a
from shame.
a pretty maid,
Whose
love for
As he
He
In
company
with her,
And as the days and weeks passed by Much more attached they were.
But yet he hardly loved the
girl,
Though she loved him, she said; So he had dared think to himself That some day they would wed.
But then the tempter came
to
her
And
girl,
Could not
but yielded up
life's pearl.
Her face, from then, was different Than he had seen before; She could not look straight in his eyes; She trembled more and more.
He
She said 'twas nothing much; But, since he had observed, he could
Not be content with such.
So he began
to question her,
And
88
Confessed and begged that he forgive And take her back again.
Oh, cruel dart that pierced his breast And left thy flint head where
lair.
He could not think the same of her; He cherished naught but scorn; He chided her with fiendish glee:
She was downcast,
forlorn.
"False woman, why didst thou not think Of all this shame and woe,"
Said he, " ere yielding up thy name And maidenhood? Now go!"
"And never
let
me
Again here on this earth While life shall last and have breath, While honor has its worth."
I
"Thou
saidst to
me
And now
That
I
Could
89
Was
it
"Ah
Of
knew
his tale
his character;
Too
well thou
Full well
'gainst
The way
in
fr
Thou hast gone headlong into it; Thou must now wail and pine." "Thy future life shall be despair, Thy past one deep regret; Thy lonely hours shall be in shame; Nor shalt thou e'er forget The purity which once was-thine, The pleasure of those days 90
When thou Wert clothed in virtuous robe* When thou wert chaste in ways."
"The phantom
The
of thy purer life
bloom
dreams deep/'
"Thy bare existence until death Shall be as Hades dark; Thy reddened
glare of tainted love
"The
Is
liking
which
had
for thee
And
"But
I
left
me
sad, alone."
yet,
to
me,
cannot and
that
is
will
Not think
For
I've
womankind
is false*
That none
Whom
Were
I
I'm sure,
to
Such
vile
Is for
His
faith,
He
lost;
Because
July,
PRESENTATION POEM.
[Written for
my
sister Allene-]
Dear Friend,
this
learn
And much
of thy blithe,
Thy kindness unto me and loving care While through the streets of knowledge
did roam,
Thy willingness, benevolent and fair, To teach and tell me things which thou
hast known,
Which
92
And which
Thy
while
to all
beholding do foretell
them
all
the
To make them
Thy beauteous, characteristic grace, Time ne'er shall from my memory erase,
Though many years be
space.
swallowed
into
This simple token, though of little worth, And of the things which transpire here on
earth,
is of
Expressive
feeling
Out
of kind treatment,
scorn.
June, 1899.
HALLOWE'EN.
[To a Friend.]
Last night was Hallowe'en, you know; The cowbells rang, the horns did blow,
The goblins stalked o'er stones and planks And small boys played their annual pranks.
The women dressed in men's attire; The small girl, too, quenched her
93
desire
To get The
its
chance.
The sidewalks creaked, the street cars balked, The sign boards moved, the lamp posts
mocked,
The wagons went to roof resorts And front gates climbed poles
of all
sorts.
The
Went on
The ticktacks played on window panes And stuffed men mounted weather
vanes.
The
They
bricks:
And
as
spooks
and
And
They set logs 'gainst some folk's front doors, Then knocked and ran away, of course. They put torpedoes on
the rails
For streetcars, and painted cats' tails; And many more such things as these
They
did,
94
For,
if
At some time, hearing stories told Of how the boys did do of old.
But boys must have
their fun
and
play,
pay Quite dearly for their tricks and sport, Which sometimes wind up in a court.
Yet, boys can play their pranks and jokes
to
On numerous
good-natured folks
to run.
Who
So Hallowe'en may come and go, And cranky folk may often show
Their temper, but the boys don't care; For what's a boy who will not dare?
Nov.,
1904.
AS
WE SHOULD
BE.
We
What
our work
in life is
worth.
95
may not always be pleasant, may oft feel grieved and sad, But we should not think that others Have not sadness as we had.
Life
We
Some
Of
this
Some
are poor and laden with much Sorrow, deeper than the seas;
all
Yet we
For
should be contented,
rich, poor, sad, or gay,
Whether
There's
Oct.,
this life is
1905.
A VALUED LESSON.
[Thought upon leaving Exeter.]
I
While Autumn round me threw her cloak, As though she would my mind o'erwhelm With thoughts of other lands and folk.
And as she fanned my solemn brow With a refreshing, cooling breeze, fell to thinking of the now And of the then that is to be:
96
That
In
am now
a student poor
of this universe,
to
knowledge
endure
may ope
I
And
as
little
bee
came
flying near
In search of
honey for his cone To feed him through the winter drear.
lighted on a tiny flower,
He
Which
swayed
and
bent
beneath
his
weight,
sufficient dower,
left it straight.
He
He
And And
If
flew
away and
But there
tried another,
Some
as
I
from another
turned unto
I
my
strain
Of thinking,
bethought
try again;
me
so:
now
I
fail,
I'll
shall
know.
And
in the
come
hill
I'll
1905.
97
A WESTERN REVERIE.
(Song
To my
sisters.)
[Written on a U. P. Train in
Wyoming.]
When
hills in
the desolate,
wild west
light
steals
up o'er their
think of you.
Then
it
is,
my
dearest hearts,
When
fire
on the plain
Wends its heav'nward way far up into the sky, And the dim and reddened glare of the disappearing flame
Fades from
wish
that
you
were nigh.
As
And when
Thoughts
of
And my
rest, so far
away.
veil o'er
her dark-
98
And
the
moon peeps
o'er the
hill
hiding place
And
in
light
my
up-
ward climb,
And
me
her silver
gleam,
Phantom
visions of
of
my
mind,
And
slumber through
beauty of the
dream.
Aug., 1905.
VALE
Dear Exeter,
Fore'er
I I
DICO.
I
What
I've endured,
no one can
tell,
Save
my
in its walls.
This heart was not so sad always, It had a blithesome, happy strain
it's
changed
its
lays
To
doleful lines,
more
99
doleful pain.
And
I
not because
hate thee do
take
'tis
my
But
because
And
For
I
stay.
am human,
life,
with a right
Of
And 'gainst race prejudice I'll fight As long as can weapons hold.
I
Thy sons to me, except a few Have been as brothers and as men Have been as fathers to me through Adversities that proved them friends.
;
Whose
souls
were
vile
and
ill
befit
To mingle 'mong
1
noted well the hearty cheer And welcome from these greater souls:
noted, too, with careful ear,
The
I
The
I
Which names
100
If
thou couldst speak, I feel well sure That thou wouldst shame those baser hearts,
That thou wouldst shun them as impure And bid them to their 'customed parts.
For thy gate,
Phillips did decree, " Shall ever open be to youth
truth.
heart
say,
Adieu
Some My
Oct.,
my
zeal
1905.
for aye ? No, he is not his soul has never died His spirit form is with us through our day
!
Nor
in
it
Ma-
mourn,
veil its face with
solemn crepe
101
In sorrow for
him
of
And though
fate;
we, too,
sad
Yet one consoling thought remains to cheer Us in this hour of lamentation deep His soul yet lives, is with us year by year. He is not dead, for in our midst he sleeps
:
of his books.
The old tree, torn with bullets, by the road Still moans the story of its deadened looks The " Ole Mule," with his lazy human load,
;
Still
"
The Our
as sweetly to our mind Malindy Sings " Uncalled " hovers round us as to sway
;
homeward way
lives with
We
need but
To take him from his grave upon our shelves And lend his inmost soul our closest ear, And Dunbar lives, and speaks, e'en as ourselves.
life
we mourn which
late
we
oft extolled
02
Like
his.
will
unfold
And bloom
heed.
Feb.,
our
hearts
we
1906,
brilliant
sunbeam hangs
Removing
of sorrow's pangs,
Depicting
all its
snares.
dreams
life,
of sorrow's
strife,
beams
WRITTEN
When
IN
AN ALBUM.
in
[To
L. F. C-]
sorrow,
Weighted down by care and strife, Raise the curtain of the morrow
And behold a
May, 1906,
brighter
life,
403
FIDELITY.
Sweetheart, for love of you,
I'd give
life,
Up
all
endless
strife.
I'd forfeit
my
right of birth,
Than
from
me
should part.
The
If
fiercest
storms
of life I'd
brave
I'd
Nor would
Nor
If
one
faint regret,
I
sailed;
I'd suffer
No
I'd
wailed.
sever
That bind
me
And
If
journey upward
I
word
inflict
And unkind
104
lip.
death a thousandfold
If
For one sweet kiss from you, my dear, I your love might have and hold, For death were naught
if
love
were here,
Nov., 1905.
SATAN'S DREAM.
[Scene based upon
L.
']
My
favorite prince!
whom
To check those Christians on their way To Paradise! I'll curse the day
That saw
this
deed!
Ah! Yes
'tis
true!
But look they well; this day they'll rue. Poor prince, brave prince, thy royal blood I'll cause a flood Shall be avenged:
Of Christian souls
By
That
avenge
my
prince's death,
105
That
will
draw no
restful breath
And
cast
them on
my
bed
I
of coals.
Methinks
hear a voice!
Tis
they!
Fools
make your
be
choice;
shall
Locked in my deepest, darkest cell. know my elves will treat you well: For bread they'll give you burning coals;
I
Of
hottest blazes of
tired,
my
realm;
they'll
When
your souls
overwhelm
With tortures vilest e'er conceived. Then Faith and Hope and Love must They cannot
For with
live within
leave;
my
gate,
me
Ha! Ha!
Before thy sword my captain fell; But thou dost battle now his peer
106
For mercy.
I'll
magic
art.
I'll
show thee
power
Can overcome
I'll
thee,
make
thee cower;
is
sweet,
While thou dost grovel at my feet. Then I, Satan, who once did quail
Before thy gaze, shall
I,
mock
thy wail:
who
By thy bright glare, shall hail with The victory: and shall wreak
I
My
I'll
overrun the land with wrong And scatter discord 'mongst thy throng
Of
idle followers.
Then
Shall rule
supreme
o'er earth
and sky:
Beware!
TO THE ORGAN.
[Written In Payson Church, Easthampton, Mass.]
So
I
beautiful, so consecrate,
As through my melancholy
It
I
pours
its
torrents sweet
and
long.
For thou dost deep emotions tell. My inmost soul is moved and thrilled
With
sweetness, hope,
My life with harmony is filled, When thy great volume bursts the Or soft, steals on me unaware;
The world
air,
My
Through seas
1906.
TO A ROSE AT WILLISTON.
[The rose which grows behind South
Hall.]
green,
me, have you any woes? Are you happy as you seem?
108
Tell
me, ere your beauty fade, Ere your fragrant odor wane
this
'Neath
dormitory's shade,
pain?
And you, crouched beneath the wall, Seemed to have some tale to tell.
Tell
me why
Are you blushing, dainty flower? Why sometimes you droop your head;
Is't
Have you heard the leaves are dying? Have you seen them turn and fall? Have the autumn breezes, sighing,
Whispered
to
you nature's
tell
call?
Come, my
Should
I
beauty,
pluck you
live for
in
Would you
Just to brighten up
Twere
a pity
should take
You, sweet, red rose, from your thorn, Yet, the chill winds make you quake And ere long you will be gone:
109
Gone
unknown,
Where
So
I'll
From
your thorn-bush,
chill
and
cold,
die, soul.
May
Then
be breathed into
my
I'll
Though your ruby hue be gone, To remind me, as time goes, Of my life at Williston. Oct., 1906.
Green the grass is on the campus, But the leaves are turning brown
As
the melancholy
autumn
110
to protect
her
From
When
they scamper
From their lofty summer home Back to mother earth, who gave them, Whence they never more may roam.
Silently they do their bidding;
So
that
when
their
work
is
finished,
No
That her
Till the
sun returns
springtime,
When
their presence,
Dancing
So,
in
gaily in their
wake,
Louder grow
Till their
their
moans and
wails,
to snowflakes,
And
Lash the
Then
For they find no pleasure there Since the little leaves have fallen
And
So we should employ our lifetime That our friends may moan and grieve When we leave this world, as do the
Trees and winds the
Oct.,
little
leaves.
1906.
WRITTEN ON A CHRISTMAS
[To M. E. G.]
GIFT.
When you're
With
this
lonely or in sorrow,
may
last
through years:
the highest
Step upon the stair of fame, Turn and wave to me this kerchief;
I'll
be somewhere
in
the train.
Dec.,
1905.
112
MY
Would you
It's
SISTERS
the
best
?
tell
like to
place in
my
heart
a secret but
tell,
you
if
you'll
promise
not to
For
girls,
and
Oh
That
I
them
it,
very
dearly
Oh, you've
all
guessed
Now
And
Yes,
I
the world to
like to
me,
it.
They're
my
have
sisters; don't
you see
?
I
my
ever met:
I
loved
them before
knew
found
it,
and
my
love
don't regret.
\
it
out,
and wouldn't
it
now, for
am
not
a "kid."
1907.
113
THE DAY OF
The day
of rest is
REST.
soon
to
When
come home
Where we
shall dwell in
Among
Who
From toils and trials and despairs To that dear land where peace doth Where sorrow can no foothold gain.
reign,
And when we reach that paradise And stand before our Lord and Christ.
To
We'll praise His name, for he hath giv'n us a peaceful home in heav'n.
We
there shall
Who
Lord,
we thank Thee
for that
home,
Where we can rest, no more to roam, Where everlasting light doth 'bide And never doth its glory hide.
There
in that in the
live,
Wrapt
robe which
will
Thou
dost give
praises as above.
114
When you
of
fame
Far past these souls more common sired, Pray, brush the dead dust from your name,
That
may
Dec., 1905.
When
you have soared thorough dizzy air And cut your name on fame's high cliff,
1905.
ON A CLOTHES BRUSH.
As you may
So
brush your clothes at times,
that no grain of dust remain
To mar their good aspect, ask one favor through these lines;
will
That you
Dec., 1905.
115
The
Is
It
my
little girl,
as hard and rigid as stone; tortures to death with knife and flame
Those
of flesh
and blood
of its
little
own.
The
Is
It
my
maid,
To
The
Is
my
little
child,
Nor
The
It
my wond'ring babe, devoid of feeling as steel; enforces not our country's laws,
Is
Although millions
of us appeal.
little
The
dear,
Since
finds.
But Liberty's
heart,
my
little
one,
May
be sleeping, but
is
not dead;
116
And when
it
awakes, as soon
it
must,
rivers of red.
The
heart of the
for
it
man
Yearns
And once
It
increases
much
fold in might.
Fighting bravely for life and home, Is worth but to live a traitor's life;
But
to die
unclaimed by
his
own.
Dec., 1906.
TO A BUNCH OF CARNATIONS,
(Dedicated
to the
Donors.)
wonder
wonder
if
you, flowers,
know
bring to
soul,
me.
if
you have a
And
I
feel
my
wonder
if
And pleasant face, your graceful form Were stolen from your donors while
They placed
their dainty card hereon.
117
wonder
if
you
felt
the
thrill
lonely heart:
still
when
Tis sad
to think that
And
all
Not even
a grave to
till
And moulder
some
brighter day.
Tis sad
to think you have no voice, That you might tell your heart's intent; Tis sad to know you have no choice
To
I
leave
I
me
wish
unto your root and vine: wish you might forever live
You back
To cheer
But otherwise
you, departing, leave the race, Yet, leave our lives with treasure filled
And
Because your
March, 1901.
life
TO A FRIEND.
A sweet little soul have you, my dear, A heart that is true, in love sincere, A manner so kind, a grace so true
That hardly could one help loving you.
Nor this do say without intent; Tis not for mere praise nor flatt'ry meant;
I
It is
my
belief,
from what
I've
seen
And
worth
While making abode here on this earth, So you cannot see, perhaps, these traits
Which
And You
I
think
not amiss to
traits
I
tell
of
your good
see so well,
For, knowing what good we do possess May urge us yet more to righteousness.
Quite
much have
Heard many a voice, grasped many hands, Seen many a face, and read each heart;
Experience has
lent
me
her
art.
So, bringing this knowledge, dearly gained, To bear on your case, feel sustained
I
119
In saying, as
That yours
is
With hatred
On
To
perjury founded by the South, Tis pleasant, and worthy of much praise
find souls like yours to light the ways.
The
soul
of eyes,
Possesses no malice, no disguise; The soul knows no creed but love and
It
faith
it
knows no
race.
That such
And
to
is
given
call
our heaven,
PAST.
And
let
one
greater
And
its
heat
120
And
its
mission
done,
With warmth
complete. But let us not forget that faults are ours, Nor be unmindful of their secret growth,
strive with all our latent
But ever
powers
perfection to approach.
lives are
blended
in
one strain
And two
With one
same,
consoling
thought,
May we be happy
Jan., 1907.
IN MAY.
[Written for
The
In
May we
Unbind the
the oyster,
121
H.]
friendship true
is
rare indeed,
So,
Early on one Sunday morning Ere the Autumn had grown old,
I
Down
Till
wandered
Through a
pretty,
all
narrow valley,
hills Draining a system of large drain pipes By And two busy little rills.
the neighboring
122
Following this road, I crossed the Stream and bore off to the left,
Climbing up a
hill
through which a
cleft.
Narrow
street
was being
meadowed
hilltop
Wafted
to
me
by the trees.
Worn
E'en the
out by the
little
summer's
toil,
Drowsily the sun came peeping O'er the housetops on the height,
light.
From
To
the brow of
Belmont Heights
my
Winding down
crooked
trail.
Towering from the valley rose the Pointed steeples, spires and domes,
As though watching
At
homes.
123
'Long
'mong the
mills,
labor plied.
O'er this picture hung a blue haze, Frightened by the rising sun
And
retreating
of the night
But unequal
All the
little
in the fight.
stars
had hidden
When
If
at first they
saw him
rise,
124
Long stood admiring, wond'ring, Dreaming o'er the beauteous scene, Painting it with brush of mem'ry
On my
Nov., 1906.
me some
missent message
strife;
From some
Bring to
me some belated message From some heart o'erfilled with love; Whisper to me some long-kept secret Of some soul now gone above.
Steed of the
air,
Of the seasons
Bear
to
my
Born
of happiness
and cheer.
125
Breath of the moon, thou great proclaimer Of the power of our God,
Voice
of the trees,
my
soul
some
consolation
Made
Tell to
my
With
Leave
me
I
Waft me
some
land of
dreams
Where
For
may
find a sweet
it
communion,
life is
not as
seems.
Nov., 1906.
DESOLATION.
How
desolate
is life for
those
wall of
woes
world of care
Who
For riches, learning, or for might Who dream by night and toil by day,
find to drive
away
\26
This restlessness,
this
grim desire,
Nor e'en
The coyote on the western plain Which hardly sagebrush can sustain, Which knows no moisture save the dew, Which boasts no tree to break the view,
Contented with the desert
is,
For
all
that he surveys
is his.
The
Whose dreadful howl makes e'en the Man shudder when at first he feels
brave
His shriek which near his blood congeals, That dogs the herd and picks with care
The
Desires no different
lead;
The rabbit, bounding o'er the sands, Or nibbling sagebrush as he stands Or crouches, resting from his play,
Quite satisfied
is
there to stay;
For there
And
The eagle, sailing through the air, Or screaming from the high cliffs, bare, Or swooping down upon some flock,
127
lonely rock,
in his loneliness;
may
rest.
But he who
Is
human
stock
lot,
Who Who
has no troubles, cares, nor pains, knows no loss, but ever gains,
Except in that ideal life; That life for which men pine and yearn.
So, as
some
That That
life is
all is
they strive to do, to know, choked by penury and woe. They're Oct. 1906.
And though
LAST,
A youth there was, of not great education, Who thought to raise himself above his station;
And
so,
by constant
toil
and application
points in estimation;
He
pulled
up some few
128
And when
this
he had done
He
thought his
And
But dauntlessly he toiled then all the harder, For he'd resolved that he would go much farther, He knew that life was hard for any starter,
martyr.
a second time;
And The
at this
paragraph
fairly
people
laughed.
But not discouraged by this second failure, His resolution donned a third regalia And sallied forth this time as an assailer:
And
then began the scoffers to look paler; For they must now confess
that they
They saw
had blundered
And
all
Nov., 1906.
129
home,
dome,
Where
the emancipator's
tomb
Answers the
Came
Brown as a chestnut was his face, Brown as two beans his soulful eyes,
Curly his hair
like waves and black, was his face as summer skies: Bright He was of Afric's sunburnt race.
"Sweet was
his whistle as
a birds',"
Buoyant his spirits as the air, Light was his heart, so young, so
free,
"Mellow
He was denied his chief desire, Taken from school, fore'er, perhap,
But he, undaunted by his fate, Ran away from his mother's lap;
Left to escape his father's
ire.
To
came
130
this lad,
As
Sought out employment for himself. During his leisure he would pore
much by night, and sang, and whistled, drew Painted, Pictures and whittled toys from wood,
Studied and worked he
right;
Heard
his
grandmother,
late
a slave,
Reading
of David,
Clamored
know,
fame.
Nor could he
Where he might
work, and
in return
ruled.
came
131
Youth
to
be educated, trained,
in
in
base hatred,
man
for
man.
Went to a more congenial one Where he might have a right to He found this right at Williston;
Found
justice,
live;
freedom
in
her
halls;
Found friendly spirit in her town; Found helping hands and willing hearts
Brightened, his soul poured forth its strains, Pleasing the townsfolk with his arts
Until they loved this youth of brown.
Dec., 1906.
MEDITATIONS OF A NEGRO'S
MIND.
V.
With wailing souls and protests came Our fathers to this virgin soil,
Deprived of freedom and in chain, Denied the product of their toll.
Compelled
man's
art,
They learned
man's God,
132
part,
sod.
For ages they were wronged and robbed And on the spoils this nation thrived;
For centuries they prayed and sobbed Until their prayers were recognized.
But, though they broke the iron band
And
left
us freedom, as
'tis
called,
We
But
still
are
bondsmen
in this land,
By
this
much
For we
will protest
and
will fight
And can
For
Is
Have we
home
And
In
bled,
its
We've no more rapists, thieves and crooks, Nor do more crime, than other folks;
We
And
we
We are as
133
And naught can our demand suffice Which less than fullest rights concedes.
I
know
We
By
despised
of native land,
and blood.
tax
know
not
For government and yet a flood Of senseless protest these are facts
Should
rise
When we demand
In offices of
government;
at heart.
The Negroes
of the
Southern state
Who
To
Their wrongs,
float
though
stars
and
stripes
do
Above their heads, are treated worse Than were the subjects of the crown Before rebellion moved the curse
And
army down,
134
Shall we>
Who
Submit
And
Nol
our young?
We
Of
protest.
We
must be released;
We
If
must
strike
some
decisive blow.
we
Bequeathed
In civil war,
may
A MEMORIAL OF CHILDHOOD,
Those days
of childish thought
and joy
Will never
come
to
me
Those days of innocence and love When knew nothing of the world
I
Have
flitted
from
its
me
Ifke
a dove;
Life has
135
Those happy days at grandma's knee When was but a tottering babe
I
No more
can
expect
to see,
to rest
been
laid.
me
bore them
all
And
No more
And
trinkets
am
strengthened
in life's
race
By
Dec., 1901.
A NOVEMBER EVENTIDE.
(Published
in
the Willistonian.)
The mighty sun had kept his steady course Across the autumn sky of cold, steel gray,
136
all
And
day,
him down
hearts
to rest,
the
he'd
filled
with
moon
night,
his
But ere he'd finished quite his daily run, His pale companion raised her silvery head
From 'neath the rugged top of Nonotuck And smiled, and great Sol blushed a crimson
red,
Still
Her
Still
higher rose the goddess of the night, full, bright smile o'erspreading wood and
field:
Until Mt.
Pomeroy
And
in
his
footsteps,
laughing,
held
the
chase,
137
While here on
brace.
earth, more fortunate than she, Sweet Morpheus held the world in loved em-
Nov., 1907,
The
'Twas kind
of the
Omnipotent
To blow His warm breath on the day And keep the rain in heavens pent, That we in duty sad might lay
Our decorations on the tombs
Of heroes
of
The sun shone forth in splendid gloom; With drooping heads the trees and flowers
Stood
still
wind congealed
138
The
tattered flags
from
battle-field.
The fifers piped the shrill war note, Or played the solemn funeral dirge; A feeble step marked each drum stroke;
A
As
life
did urge
to their
age bent,
'Tis ours
To pay
To mourn those hearts which valor claimed, To shed tears o'er those graves unnamed, To cheer these heroes with us yet, Lest their great service we forget.
'Tis ours to soothe their feeble
ills
true heart
fills:
To
And as God gave a day so clear, So warm, from out this spring so drear, That we might better pay respect To those deceased whose graves we decked,
So
our later days be bright, Though weighed with years, our spirits
will
light,
139
Repub-
by Boston Guardian.]
America, ungrateful
land!
Whose treacherous soil my blood has Whose wealth my father's shackled hand
Has hoarded
up,
dyed,
Me
Whose
laws protect
me
in
Who
An
will
me
not to earn
who
song
Doth boast a land of freedom, but Whose flag waves o'er a land of crime, The makers of whose laws unjust Themselves are stained with blood and slime
Of murders,
lies,
And who,
140
Of
office
on their
Will lead a
mob
of
comrades
forth
doom:
hear the voice of justice cry From out this wilderness of gloom:
I
in
thy sky.
blood
Has mingled
Through Yorktown,
Wagner,
far
El Caney and San Juan Hill, Where, midst the charges awful With song our voice the air did fill
To
din,
And make
hymn.
My comrades
In war, in
peace, with
Twas
Of death thy
me
in return
Disgrace, dishonor, no
relief
From
poverty
Must bring
deprives
My
death
In bloody
war
avail
me
naught
When
And
In
Of Brownsville
my name
is
brought.
Expect my blood and kin to stand cowered silence, while thy hand
Continues to despoil our band?
May God
forbid that of
my
race
His native
Of martyred
Injustice by
by fear to face
home
dome.
And sought
preferred
142
And fired, the while the world concurred, The shot which round the earth was heard.
Republic cannot long endure When autocrat can feel secure
And
Nor
clank of chains rose to thy sky, yet have found just cause to die.
of protest shall not
cease
our lives
may
increase
In riches, happiness
and peace.
all
But
In
I,
alas!
have given
life
answer
Exposed
my
sword and
ball,
fall
And now,
Of
as o'er
me
creeps the
life, I find no recompense But base discharge, with no defense Through which to prove my innocence,
Though
I've
committed no
offense.
hungry foam,
loam.
!
O God
If
of justice
and
of right
may
fight.
1907.
MEDITATIONS OF A NEGRO'S
MIND.
Justice, hast thou fled and
In this cuel,
VI.
left
us
unkind land,
us
some
Leaving us
deluge
Of
unjust, uncivil
art
crime?
Mercy,
To our hopeless wails and woes As we're burned and killed by lynching,
Murdered by our hideous foes?
144
Hardened
Back
into uncivil
weeds?
By
false prestige,
lest
power assumed?
art
Take heed
thou be reminded
doomed.
Where
is all
Freedom,
and
right,
Written, sung, proclaimed and toasted Of this land of wealth and might?
Whittier's dead and Lincoln, Sumner,
Still
Yet
to justice
145
Woe
If
she
fails to
keep her
trust:
Dec., 1901.
TO CHICAGO.
Chicago, mistress of the lakes, Controller of our inland trade,
The
What wondrous
The century has
Its
Since from an humble Negro's hearth Thou started on thy upward climb;
From farm to Indian trading-post, To Dearborn's fort, to thriving town, To city, till now thou canst boast
Of
prestige, glory
and renown.
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When
Thy courage took a deeper drill And sank its roots beneath the sand, And since that time has said, "I will."
As
if
steel
and
ties
Came people, money, shops and mills, Came grain and livestock; 'cross thy Came wagons from the eastern hills;
And from
The
air of
plain
freedom and
Came
Oft since Fred Douglass thou hast heard, A Ransom shielded with thy walls,
Another Morris
filled
thy halls
With melodies and music sweet. Abe Lincoln, once, oft came and went
Has graced thy great community, Has hurled its challenge through
Determined with impunity For equal rights to all to stand.
the land,
A
A
Justice Harlan
is
thy son,
Marshall Field,
whose race
is
run,
And many
Thou
city of
of illustrious line.
an Indian swamp,
birth thou gavest
My
As
second
me:
through thy long streets I did romp I breathed thy spirit deep and free.
thee
I
From From
learned
of
my
lessons
first
Of worldly care,
thee
I
manly
strife;
partly
quenched
my
thirst
life.
wandered through thy groves and parks, Thy boulevards and avenues;
watched the
sailing of thy barks
I've
And mingled
I've
I've
seen thy buildings rent with fire; seen thy towering structures rise
vieing to extend the higher,
Each
In climbing
skies,
Thou
city
on a sand-bar made,
I've
To
seen thy wealth and people grow double in one short decade;
winds blow;
Oh
I
Thou
And
Dec., 1907.
HAPPINESS
[Written
in a
IS
HEAVEN.
(To a Friend.)
Music Lover's Calendar.]
When
And
music
steals
rises
her
throughout
my
And
soul
its
swells
living veins of
melody
Until, sublime with ecstasy, they burst Into a flood of joy, exuberance
And life subduing discord, sonrow^ strife, Then truly am in the only heaven
I
That can
man;
For harmony
And
love
is
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Of feeling which
itself
attaches to
The kindred
Into sublime,
particles of different
them
fast
life:
Therefore
life.
The soul compounded is of life and love, The one true state of life is consciousness
in other beings near Resulting largely from one's own good deeds; And, as the rhythmic utt'rance of the soul
Is
Of happiness
music the
is
Denominator
common
of
life.
life,
and
love,
Our
is
happiness.
Dec.. 1907.
A HERO'S DEED.
A
southern
mob upon
a lynching bent,
firebrands
chase
to
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And
bravely vowed
fight
their
dame, coward
band:
His eye possessed a never-failing aim And steady as yon mountain was his hand.
He knew
And
were coming for his life, windows all and doors, So, barricading
that they
all
strife,
He
by scores.
into
When
He
And
they had
his
gate
fired
down,
as
he
fired
he prayed
he
might shoot
to
straight,
the
At
this
they
his
made
fort,
But
of truest steel,
So every bullet sailed into its port, And soon some eight or ten had ceased
feel.
to
They
Some
tried
to
sneak
up
weeds,
They tried all kinds of schemes to get him out; They sent a priest and small child toward
the door,
And
both
fell
wounded
gore.
He knew
his
God was
with
him
in the fight
And, therefore, could not be in e'en the priest; He fought because he knew that he was right;
And
thirteen
of
the
mob
their
blood
re-
leased.
But
finally,
by throwing
oil
and brands,
They
him
'live
Quite soon the shanty was a mass of flames; The rifle ceased to speak; there were no
tones
Except the crackling of the wood and panes: The fiends were waiting 'round to mock his
groans.
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The God of Mercy came and succor gave, For, while they watched the house burn, he had
gone:
to
kill
the
The fire sent forth a heavy cloud of smoke To make the hero covering to the wood, The wind obeyed the flaming tongue that spoke And wrapped his fleeting form in that dense
hood
Until the dismal
swamp
arm
And, covering him with her verdant shawl, Fast wafted him beyond the reach of harm
And
left
him
when
To
find his
In vain
they
hied
Himself unseen
to
But
this
made good
his escape;
The
beasts
even
hindered
not
his
flight;
Sweet Nature
And
shield
night.
the mighty power that our fate controls Had spoken and rebuked the dastard mob! Had sacrificed a dozen hateful souls To save one guiltless of a race down-trod,
Dec., 1907.
CONSOLATION.
[Written in an Autograph Album, to M. E. G-]
spirits
seem oppressed
all,
And we seem
We may
By
So,
if
in lonely pain,
Remember, sunshine always follows rain> Then turn you to my humble photograph Upon the wall, or to this autograph, And fancy there my spirit and my soul And it, perhaps, your heartache will condole*
Nov., 1907.
154
AS
WE
LOVE, so
ARE
LOVED.
[To M. E. G.]
Though the
It
soil
be e'er so
fertile;
will
not yield up
fall
its fruit
it,
If
no showers
If
upon
no warmth caress
its root.
Though the bud be near to bursting. It will not its beauty show
If
no moisture
If
fall
upon
its
it,
no sunlight lend
the heart be
glow.
affection,
Though
It will
If
afl
not
its
soul outpour
it,
no fervor be returned
If
no love knock at
its
door.
our
talk,
our writing
attract.
May
If
another's lov
we wish
We
hearts'
it,
warm
raifi
Of encouragement upon
Or our sowing
Dec., 1907.
vain.
155
OUR RECOMPENSE.
Our
lives
we have
sor-
rowed;
Our
love
is
pined;
Jan.,
kind.
TO WILLISTON AT PARTING.
(Dedicated
to Dr.
in
Joseph H. Sawyer.)
the Willistonian.]
I
[Published
owe
To thee who hast assisted me in life, For when my eager zeal desired to know, To do, when lone my heart, engulfed in strife,
For knowledge cried, for opportunity, For equal right and chance to live and
learn,
me come
and earn
That
lore,
me
of thine aid.
Thy
heart
God:
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Thy
tribute
And some
thee
are marching feebly to the strains Of that sweet rhythm of life they learned
of
As
in their
Of
knee
Bow
I,
may
hard, rough,
In parting
upon
my
storm-tossed head,
my
way
O'er thorn, o'er wall, o'er grave
dead.
of
hallowed
And when
I
hill
hear thy loving voice in later years Speak words of cheer and courage to me,
still
My
ears;
My
And show
soul
full
bloom
of
their
And breathe their fragrant, sunny breath And joy into thine air; and then, the
Jan.,
of
hope
goal,
1908.
157
LOUISE.
Can forget your loving mien, Louise? Can forget your tender, trustful heart? Can forget your sacrificing soul?
I I I
Ah
no!
They are
of
memory
a part.
Have not grateful seemed unto your mind? Then think not of our meeting with regret,
I
For
Some
have often thought of you, although years have rounded now since we have
met.
Your noble, quadroon face, your pretty eyes, Your ruddy cheeks, your wavy, chestnut hair,
Your
stately form, your
womanly
deport,
And
Among
my
galleried mind,
to
Shut up within
chambers,
to
await
view,
my
owe
to you, Louise,
For you are yet the dear friend of my youth Whose kindness and devotion shall not pine
For lack
of recognition
and
of truth,
Jan,, 1908,
158.
WOMAN
Thou,,
woman,
worth
And yet a worthless jewel if thou wilt: Thou hast a value rarest of the earth,
But thou
Jan..
art valueless
when
set in guilt.
1908.
one day
sparkling
cheek
Of rosy pink and pretty eyes. Straightway She glided t'ward my humble station meek
And perched herself in comfort on my chair. And when she oped her mouth and spoke
to
me
Her
voice, so sweet and musical and rare,
Fell on
my
Did she present me from her silver purse Of treasure that for joy my heart-beat leaped
And
into
my
she pesped
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Into
my
And poured
As
I
its
Set down upon the table at my side. And when her hunger she had fully quenched She chirped good-bye, then straight without she
hied,
And
next day
I
came
again unto
in
my
bench.
And
daily as
waited
the hall,
in delight
all,
And
left
I
That
might dream
night.
But now
my
To cheer some other suitor with her lay And left me but the echoes of her song To cheer my lonely musings of the day.
Jan,,
1908,
160
IS
MACBETH A "GOD
RUINS?"
No he
is
IN
god, Macbeth?^
not a god,
still
he be,
He
some
fiendish act,
Some
dev'lish
saner
self,
Dethroned his God-like qualities of heart And crowned instead a grim, Satanic head
With
blasted, evil,
Unhallowed glory of a murd'rer's lot: And yet, he hath a tender, kinder strain
Which doth betimes express its manly And seek to overpower its counterpart Of dark desire, but that she demon of
His earthly
tie,
self
To
cold,
Unholy
in
Unsexed by
its
And places there instead to rule his fate The maddened fury of his baser wish; And Macbeth's mortal god of right falls dead, Jan., 1908
161
the Wiilistonian.]
Two football teams met one day Down on the gridiron gay,
One wore the colors to "Worcester" Red and black, as they flew
Out
to fight
true,
Cheered by the crowd as they wheeled, But ere the game was done
With dear
old Williston
to yield,
CHORUS
Let us give a hearty cheer
And
men
"Sem,"
Winning
they ever play so well That our spirits rise and swell,
May
Let us
all
join in a rousing,
Williston!
Rah!
Rah!
Rah! Rah!
After the battle was o'er
sore;
bell tolled,
162
the bonfire smoke rolled, So may we always in strife, Whether in school or in life,
And
Ever play
Williston
Oct.,
fair
and
in
fame and
pride.
1907.
With marble
and streets
of gold,
Where Where
There
angels wing
all
are clothed
hell of
robes of white,
is
no
burning stone
Where wicked souls forever groan And burn, nor lives a devil thereWhere all is darkness and despair.
Our conscience is the god we serve; Our every act it does observe; Our thoughts originate within
It,
it
from
sin,
Of
all its
Our happiness
It is
of life the
It
Our highest aim while life remain Should be to stop some others' pain, To do as we would have them do; To make them happy, love them, too;
For
life is
We
And
live
as
we
We
have our
heaven here,
If we do good but for the pay We're offered "of eternal day;" If we do naught but what Is right
For fear
We We
And
If
we do good, whate'er
In order that
because we
live
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Us
joy
it
so,
No
greater
to
know;
For Heaven
a state combined
refined,
And all these hover round our soul: If we but try, we reach the goal.
So,
if
you would
to
in
Heaven
be,
Do
But
Feb.,
1908.
SHAKESPEARE; MODERNIZED.
Who
And
lynches
me maims
Although in principle he wrongs a race, For souls of martyrs have eternal life;
me
of
my
all,
my name,
wealthier,
make him
me
and leaves
me
poor indeed.
1908.
165
MEDITATIONS OF A NEGRO'S
MIND.
VII.
The same air purifies our blood, The same food gives us health and The same stream quenches all our
All our
strength,
thirst,
Our minds imbibe the self-same thought, Our feelings wounded are the same, Sweet nature yields our toil as much, The flowers bloom for us as well, We're born, we live, we die the same, When we are dead the self-same sod
Receives our bodies, and our souls
Are happy
Not
in
complexion
is
And
But should we, thefore, be proscribed ostracised, and scorned, and wronged?
Feb.,
1908.
TO ONE UNKNOWK.
To one unknown
to
me,
Of old
New
I
England stock,
loved to
Who
saw
read,*
166
train,
a book,
not,
knew me
now
There are some few great hearts Who have compassion for
are moved And touched with pity deep To see a worthy one,
Whose sympathies
Deprived
of equal
chance,
of
them.
Some
But
I
act.
Here
in this
rhymeless verse
grateful, proud heart sings His lay of thankful praise Unto an unknown grace
And bids the silent breeze To waft his song to her And whisper in her ear
That
it
was not
in
vain
She
March, 1908.
167
A LOVER'S PROPOSAL.
My
dear, sweet girl; fancy you Because you seem sincere and true: Because you seem in thought so pure;
I
Because you have an aim in life; Because you've suffered want and strife; Because you suffer naught to lure
You from
woo.
like
you
for
Your earnestness and easy grace. care not for mere outward show
I
Of features,
Veneering;
I
for
'tis
but a thin
bloodless skin,
in
lifeless,
find
more beauty
the glow
truth
tints
your youth
Than
in the facial
girls
handsomeness
time
in idle talk;
Of many
And spend
Who
Much talked of in "society;" Whose greatest pleasure is to mock, Or imitate some foppish flirt, To wear the finest hat or skirt, ~.
168
And
Tis
only there.
The face
cold
Without expression's
Reflecting
life's
tints
and
fires:
most studied
art,
And longings, agonies and pain, The unassuming and the vain.
The
training of your girlhood days
Is well
defined
You
wonder
should
I'd
ever rue
love with you.
It,
fall in
To
satisfy
if,
me,
shall say
That,
in future,
life
Your
shall love
And
If
trust
will
you with
you
but reciprocate.
April.,
1906.
169
LIFE.
K. P.]
Only the span of a life has passed Since we were two little girls
Romping and
Only the span of a life has gone Since we knew nothing of pain:
After a few
more
of life's frail
days
We
shall
be painless again.
of three score
Only a space
Filled with
and
ten,
strife,
some
joy, with
some
Leavened with
faith,
Makes up what we
Only the memoirs
Flit of
life.
childhood days
through our worn, weary brain And, as we dream of our happy youth,
Lo!
We
if
But, as
shadows, they
fly
away,
Back
to their
responds to death's
knell.
170
Only the span of a life has passed, But we have not lived for naught,
For we can go to our graves at last Happy for what we have wrought.
May, 1906.
OUR AIM
We
all
IN LIFE.
make
others happy,
will give:
should endeavor to
life
For
of itself
enough sorrow
Our sympathy, happiness, love, all have value The world should be better because we have
lived.
May, 1908.
To Mr. John
prise Printing
lowed
me
here
my
reading
proof.
The
inspiration
Negro poems
in this
of the
to the
Ransom, D. D.
May, 1908.
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