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We will go a-Maying dear, Just you and I together, Oh, the glory of God's blossoming Sunshiny weather! Ev'ry ill we will forget, Nor remember a regret, For 'twill never do to fret Whilst we are a-straying. Only laughter ringing clear, Waking echo far and near; You and I so happy dear; A-Maying! A-Maying!
TRIBUTE
To prove myself--aye, that's my aim, To prove myself for those Who took me by the hand and held, Nor cared if others chose To notice or pass coldly by. Thro' stormiest of weather Stood ever at my side, and said We'll face the world together!
GOOD-BYE
No, do not try to dissuade me, I've thought it most carefully o'er, To arrive at but one conviction-- We must see each other no more.
With you 'tis quite diff'rent,--the matter,-- You've priv'lege entire of your life; But my freedom bows to restriction,-- I am another man's wife.
Yes, another man's wife, but the honor The Fates have conferred, it would seem He doesn't the quite appreciate,-- At least, 'tis the knowledge I gleam.
In sickness or health I promised, "For better or worse",--till the day, He who gave should in his judgment See fit to take away.
And you'll let it bind you, that promise, To a man who does not care; Whose int'rest is the thoroughly selfish, In whose secrets--you do not share,
Listen, dear, the priv'lege of Mortals,-- To get what we can out of life. Free yourself from the bond that is irksome And find happiness, as my wife.
THE WONDROUS SONG
I longed to sing a wondrous song, So wondrous, 'twould compel The admiration unreserved Of one and all as well.
My pen I took in hand and strove The magic words to write, Alas! I could not of my Muse Inspiration invite.
She would not humor, tho' I begged Persistently and long For the right metre--the right thought, To best set down my song.
'Twas stately phrase I coveted, The Laurel I would court-- That of the world's acknowledgment Of unsurpass?ed thought.
At length disheartened, my appeal Knew, but to be denied, I rose and to the window moved, And marked the scene outside.
All quiet stretched the land before, Enwrapt in the soft haze Which with such rare enchantment clothes Autumn's initial days.
Idly my glance the expanse swept Till it came to where lay Outside the gate, the winding road Leading to far-away.
Then with the moment light was mine-- Yet not complex its thought, The inspiration which appealed Was diff'rent, from that sought.
The winding road--the simple theme-- They who followed after-- The toll it wrested of sad tears, For short dole of laughter.
The tranquil ways bidden farewell, To seek of its unrest, The truth alas! too oft brought home, The paths forsook, were best.
Could I but so compose a lay, That one who heard might pause, Nor continue to sacrifice In an unrighteous cause.
MILADI
THE SOMETHING MY LIFE HAS MISSED
It whispers in the murmur Of the breezes passing by, Pulsates in the azure Of ev'ry flawless sky. And oh! when twilight gathers And its curtain gently falls, The-something-my-life-has-missed Calls and calls.
Part of the Throng have found it, The light within their eyes Pleads of too great a radiance The truth to disguise. Their world is all they wish for, Nor know they to implore From off Destiny's altar Happiness more.
It whispers in the murmur Of the breezes passing by, Pulsates in the azure Of ev'ry flawless sky. Some day I, too, shall know it In all its ecstacy, The-something-my-life-has-missed Will come to me.
CONTENTMENT
To have you with me day by day Watch you flitting to and fro, In and out this room and that, Up and down the stairs and lo! With each turn mark you at Some task benign--love bids you know.
GONE
I turn to find you, But do not see-- Who at my side I knew Continually.
Again, I hearken! But do not hear, Your voice answer mine In tones so clear.
Gone!--nevermore on earth To see, to know, And I still live on God!--is it so?
TO MY MUSE
Let others bow before Wealth's shrine, And tribute render up For the pleasures manifold it brings To overflow Life's cup. But at your altar, Muse, I kneel And reverential pray, When darkness would have claimed my soul-- You held its blight at bay.
My sky of Life was overcast-- Nor showed one patch of blue-- Love had betrayed, and deep,--ah, deep! My heart drank of its rue. Where lo! a hand my shoulder pressed, E'en as I would give up;-- I turned,--your eyes looked into mine-- There passed the cup.
A music wonderful entranced Which led to heights afar; Ever it beckoned on, and on, My guiding star. The chains that hitherto had held,-- How worthless proved their pow'r! Instead of wishing Life to pass I thanked God for each hour.
CONCEPTION
To the many you give of your lighter vein Laughter and gay repartee. But the deeper side,--that which thinks things out, You give to me.
With the many you play Life's make-believe game; 'Tis a bantering light they see When they look in your eyes, their earnest gaze You save for me.
The many accept you for what you would seem; From such blundering am I free: I know you for your own true self,--the self You are to me.
AWAKENING
THE HOUSE BUILT ON SANDS
We will go, he said, far, far away, And a world make of our own. A kingdom, such as never before On land or sea, has been known.
She smiled into his eyes,--and oh! the look Of perfect trust she gave As he gathered her close, vowing the while Allegiance unto the grave.
Well, they went away and made their world As others had done before, For the time being love blinding them To the confine of its shore.
They were all-in-all to each other, alone, And it mattered not a whit, That, in the scheme of things outside the pale, They were not permitted to fit.
Defiance they flung in the face of dissent! Life,--was it not their right To live it as they wanted to? And they would, all warning despite.
TO A BUTTERFLY
Butterfly, Butterfly, Roaming thro' the air-- Flying here, flying there, Flying--ev'rywhere. Bending o'er the roses' petals, Drinking of their dew, Then away--with quick dart-- Cleaving towards the blue!
Butterfly, Butterfly, Roaming thro' the air-- If I, like you, had privilege, To wander ev'rywhere. I'd spread my wings and soar up! up! Straight to Heav'n's door-- And when I got there Butterfly, I'd roam no more!
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