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POETS OF AMERICA,
COLONEL GEO. W. WARDER. |
Methinks, o'er all the realms of space,
Creative hand ne'er meant to trace When but a boy in years Mr Warder taught A nobler form, or fairer face, school, studied law, and was a practicing at With brighter charm, or sweeter grace, torney at Chillicothe, Mo. He is a lawyer, a
Than woman, who was sent to cheer business man, a financier, a scholar, and a
Man in his lonely, hapless fate,
And lead him to a higher state.
Wakes in his breast heroic flame;
To carve his way to wealth and fame.
Subdues the earth, explores its wilds,
For her approving love and smiles.
In loying beauty by man's side,
And truth and honor in his pride.
With swelling heart and anxious breath,
And shuts them in the glare of death. Then lordly man, that scoffs at fear,
At your own hearth, or where ye roam, Strive with true love to bless and cheer
This angel of our earthly home.
COLONEL GEO. W. WARDER. poet. Mr. Warder has issued three volumes of verse. which have attracted considerable attention, and established for the author an enviable reputation; in 1873 appeared Poetic Writings or College Poems; in 1874 Eden Dell or Love's Wanderings; and his third volume, a collection of his finest poems, entitled [topian Dreams and Lotus Leaves, was issued from the London press in 1885. Since his residence in Kansas City, Col. Warder has attained a position of prominence and influence in the community. He is president of the Mining Exchange, a director in the Exposition Association, the Warder Grand Opera House, Newsboys Home, and is connected with many enterprises and charitable institutions.
MEMORY AND IMAGINATION.
Voice sad and sweet as a Magdalen's prayer To a pardoning Christ when He set her free. Thy genius, purpose and mission grand Teaches men to feel and their souls expand, That mercy may blend with her loving eyes, The joys of earth with the dreams of the
And in angelic livery stand,
In art, expression, form and grace,
And changing beauties of thy face, And sweetness of thy voice and tone, Like sceptred genius on a throne. Then fair as love and sweet as bliss, Press on and win the world's applause, Nor in thy charming splendor pause Till deathless fame thy brow shall kiss, And heaven shall bring eternal bliss.
THY FACE IS FAIR AND LOVELY.
Thine eyes are softly blue,
Who knows thy heart so true.
That in thy bosom glows, The purity like heaven above,
That from thy spirit flows. Thy soul looks through the doors of sight,
And beams from out thine eye
As angels passing by.
That beam with heavenly thought,
Still nearer to me brought. That hour I never shall forget,
But memory will retain it,
That diamond gem within it.
And dip her feet in pleasure,
Us gladness without measure.
The golden stars were beaming, While hope, like bird on pinions free,
Her sweetest dream was dreaming. Endymion on the moonlit hills
Ne'er bathed in Cynthia's smiling, And felt the sweet en rapturing thrills,
As in that hour's beguiling.
SADDEST THOUGHTS MAKE SWEETEST
And the even-tide is near,
Soft as falling of a tear;
Come the saddest songs and greeting:
In the gloaming by the way,
Seems to crown the closing day; And my heart and brain and being Wrapt in visions I am seeing,
Sad, yet brightest that I may! 0! our saddest thoughts are sweetest!
For they span a broader sea, Soaring eagle-winged and fleetest
O'er the world of memory.
They are calling unto thee.
In the Islands of the Blest,
Like a birdling in its nest,
A matchless poem is thy face,
Is thy sweet charm of womanhood;
Than czar, or king, or magnates rule,
KISS OUR DARLING AND COME AWAY.
EXTRACT. Dead! Our darling is dead, dear wife, His angel spirit has heavenward fled; His little feet will no longer tread The rugged paths of this sorrowing life. Kiss his forehead of marble clay, Kiss our darling and come away. Fair was his lovely form, dear wife, Bright and sunny his cherub face; See what a dimple the angels did trace, When they kissed him first on the shores of
life. Kiss him again, for only to-day Can you kiss our darling, and come away.
As I from home an exile,
REV. JEREMIAH E. RANKIN.
BORN: THORNTON, N. H. GRADCATING at Andover theological seminary in 1854, Mr. Rankin has since preached in Potsdam, N.Y., St. Albans, Vt., Lowell and Charleston, Mass., and for thirteen years has been pastor of the First Congregational
ABOON THE STARS. Osnawie feet, sae veined wi' blue,
O ankles limp an' roun', Wi greetin'een, I've sought for you,
All up the warl an' doun.
What service do they there?
To make its mansions fair?
Is bairnheid laughter heard?
I catch the sweet, sweet word.
My bonnie, wee, wee bairn?
Sae piercin' is the airn!
An' bairns still bairns may be,
An' childhood ecstasy?
I'll dream the pleasant thought; Nor think our bairns grow up to men,
An' sae, alas, are not!
EXTRACT. My childhood sense and vision Of things elysian,
How can I ever lose? For all things that I see Are more to me,
I! wet with life's fresh morning dews: The light they keep, in which at first They on my being burst.
For, not a paltry thing of years,
It is God's kingdom, where
The colors cannot fade
His hand upon them laid,
If we but offer childhood's prayers,
I should forget, just as I do to-day,
If I could know.
JULIA HARRIS MAY.
Born: STRONG, ME. AFTER graduating at Mt. Holyoke seminary, Miss Julia H. May then spent several years teaching in the south. Since 1868 Miss May
I would not know Which of us, darling, will be first to go. I only wish the space may not be long Between the parting and the greeting song, But when, or where, or how we're called to go,
I would not know.
ARE THEY GLAD? If she were here To take my hand, and ask, “What is it dear?" She would not see the furrows on my face, Nor note the silver where the gold had place; Upon my faded lip she'd leave a kiss, And whisper: Darling," and she would not
miss The vanished rose; or, if she did, would say, .. How you have ripened since I went away!" The blemishes that others might despise Would still be beautiful in mother's eyes.
If she were here
JULIA HARRIS MAY. has been at the head of a private school in Strong. The poems of this lady have appeared extensively in the leading religious and literary journals.
IF WE COULD KNOW! If we could know Which of us, darling, would be first to go, Which would be first to breast the swelling
tide, And step aline upon the other side,
If we could know! If it were you, Should I walk softly, keeping death in view? Should I my love to you inost oft express? Or, should I grieve you, darling, any less
If it were you?
If it were I?
THE AWAKING. As a sweet baby, from his morning dream Awakes, sometimes, and lies without a
sound, And all his rose-bud fingers twirl around, The while his violet-eyes, half open, seem Their petals to unfold, and pink cheeks beam As if glad thoughts the little brain had
found; But, when the mother's step upon the
ground He hears, bis red lips speak the word supreme In mother's hearts, -agoo,"
So, we shall rise Perchance, when we awake from life's brier
sleep, Not all at once, but lie in rapt surprise, And eye and lip all motionless shall keep Until we speak, as new-born powers expand, Some glad strange word, that God shall un