136 LOCAL AND NATIONAL POETS OF AMERICA. MRS. JEANIE OLIVER SMITH. BORN: TROY, N. Y. THE girlhood of the subject of this sketch was passed in Scotland, and on her return to this country she was married to Horace E. Smith, LL.D., of Johnstown, N. Y., who for ten years was dean of the Albany law school. Mrs. Smith has two beautiful daughters. Her writ MRS. JEANIE OLIVER SMITH. ings have appeared in nearly all of the firstclass magazines and journals of the country, and in 1889 appeared Day Lilies, a magnificent volume of poems from the pen of this writer. Her versification is smooth, the rhymes good and strong, and the work has been favorably commented upon by competent critics A MINOR SYMPHONY. The winds have cadences at eventide, Beneath the morning sky; From realms of deepest mystery they glide. Grave autumn hath a grand deep undertone In anthem tunes, Which laughing, leaf-crowned Junes In all their choral wealth have never known. When harps that we have loved through all these years In rhythmic flow Sound oft the tremolo, How broken our antiphony by tears! THE SECRET OF POWER. Ruler of men!" Whatever greatness lies Wrapped in those three short words, 'tis born of Mind. No prowess stands for this. The brawny god SUNRISE FROM THE TOWER. Where sky with ocean seems to meet, Like thoughts of peace, on wings of prayer; Like doves that love's fond missives bear,Sail on, rich freighted argosies! MY LASSIE. Bonnie Blue een, Stars in the heaven o' a lovely face, That flash soul-licht from their secret place, STEDMAN A. CHAPLIN. BORN: BALTIMORE, VT., JUNE 2, 1809. IN 1842 this gentleman was ordained a Baptist minister; and later joined the Church of God. All his life Mr. Chaplin has been a close student, and has attained a fair knowledge of languages, mathematics, the sciences and STEADMAN A. CHAPLIN. biblical lore. He has been a teacher, farmer, minister, and editor occupying the editorial chair for thirteen years with marked ability; and as a pastor was greatly beloved. The poems of Mr. Chaplin have appeared quite extensively in the religious and secular press. He is now a resident of Plymouth, Ind. FADING LEAVES. Cold Boreas breathes and the shroud of white rime Wraps the death-stricken bloom at morn's dawning prime, From petals of bloom has faded the hue That yesterday smiled to the sun in the blue. The ice bands with crystal the hem of the reef, The crimson and yellow, deep color the leaf; Sad wailings of autumn, deep requiem's sound O'er the rose and the lily that mix with the ground. Like the leaf we all fade - we blast like the bloom, The form that is human, the chill from the tomb Blights as frost blights the verdure; the tem pest that wings Its flight o'er our graves, our final dirge sings. How short is the summer for leaf on the spray; How short like the leaf-life, humanity's day; Of the leaf of the man- how soon it is told That the frost-breath has come and both are but mold. PAST, PRESENT, FUTURE. Sweet childhood hours-life's opening scenes Let me re-live those blissful days. How gay was spring enrobed in bloom I watched the light the shadows chase;- That worlds of light were moving through,- Had yet eclipsed life's shining track. On mountain heights, I wondering stood, Those years are passed,- upon my brow, And graven marbles, give the date When children passed the stream of fate; And she I name my youthful bride Is sleeping by these children's side. I hear thy steps, O coming death! 138 LOCAL AND NATIONAL POETS OF AMERICA. But Judah's seers foretell an hour, MRS. AMANDA J. SMART. BORN: THORNTON, N. H., 1830. AT the age of twenty-one this lady was married to Lewis B. Smart. For nearly a year she lived in Kansas, but not liking the west, MRS. AMANDA J. SMART. she soon returned to her native state, where she has lived the greater part of her life. Mrs. Smart is now a resident of Danvers, Mass., where she expects to remain. ODE TO BLACK MOUNTAIN. Your god-father gave. OUR HERO. U. S. and G.- initials three,- Brave conq'ror he, amazed we see! No monarch's throne hath ever known,- Then U. S. A. forever may, With loving pride her tribute pay; TO MAD RIVER. Who calls thee Mad, dear River, JACOB HUFF. BORN: CHATHAM RUN, PA., JAN. 31, 1853. JACOB HUFF'S writings generally appear under the nom de plume of Faraway Moses. At an early age he was employed in the lumber woods of Pennsylvania. Mr. Huff has written numerous humorous sketches and serial JACOB HUFF. stories, in which he is at present engaged. Both his verse and prose have appeared from time to time in the Detroit Free Press, Pittsburgh Post, Henry George's Standard, and other equally prominent journals. IF WE KNEW. No one knows the secret sighing,- BALM OF LIFE. The greatest thing in life A balm for its sorrows and strife- I love these bare, bald hills, But better than all to me, Is to always live and be Among the people I love. Oh, what is wealth and fame? If from my friends I'm removed? Give me my cot on the hill, And the song of the whip-poor-will, THE WARNING. Before the glass I stood this morning A silvered strand of hirsute thread. God in Heaven! I'm growing old! Then I noticed the crow-foot wrinkles Deeply indented around each eye, [twinkles And tears of regret down my sad face While thinking how soon I must surely die. I smooth out the wrinkles with careful fingers, [grows cold; And pluck out gray hair while my heart For, oh! that terrible thought still lingersGod in Heaven! I'm growing old! Oh, this stern flat of nature Under which all mortals lie! Suspended over every creature Hangs this sentence - all must die! Execution day draws nearer, And each gray hair I behold Speaks of death and graveyards dreary Oh! my God, I'm growing old! Soon these hands will cease their labor, Flesh and bone and heart decay. Half of which has ne'er been told; EXTRACT. JOHN J. MCGIRR. BORN: YOUNGSTOWN, PA., MARCH 13, 1855. THE principal work of Mr. McGirr is the Destruction of the World, a poem which was published in 1886. Although comparatively unknown as yet, he is a poet of no mean ability. His conceptions are lofty - his language JOHN J. M'GIRR. clear and musical. This work also contains various other shorter poems that have been well received. Mr. McGirr is a newspaper editor by profession, and now resides in McKeesport, Pa. AVE MARIA. Ave Maria! the evening shadows fall: on; Ave Sanctissima! guard us till the dawn. Star of life's stormy sea, hear our humble prayer. And when the tempests rise, save us from despair. Guide our wand'ring footsteps through this world aright; Safely through the darkness upward to the light. Ave Sanctissima! hear our earnest cry! Ave Maria! draw near us when we die. THE AUTUMN EVENING. In moaning winds and sunset gray; The gray squirrel from his dizzy height Now just above the western hills, The gray clouds part, and sunlight fills The forest, and the saddened scene Is glorified in the golden sheen Of the setting sun. So, sweetly on my saddened life, DESTRUCTION OF THE WORLD. And now the lightning, as a storm of rain plain: The cowering millions kneeling on the ground, sight. Oh, God of mercy! listen to that cry,- low, And thus cut short their agonies and woe. The lightning streams the faster from the sky, The earth in places ope's in fissures deep, Where man and beast sink in a writhing heap. Then from th' abyss there come despairing cries: Then a faint moaning, which in silence dies. WOMAN'S TEARS. More powerful than the sword or pen, More potent than the frowns of men, More touching than a lover's sighs, Are the tears that flow from woman's eyes. |