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W. SCOTT GARNER.
Yet intellect held firm her throne,
And genius wove her spell, BORN: PRESTON Co., W. VA., JAN. 16, 1848. Which happier hearts would gladly own
And coming ages tell. MR. GARNER was educated at Kingwood Academy and is now engaged in the publish- Fame's laurel wreath had ceased to charm, ing business and as editor of his publica
His early hopes had fled; tions. He has written over a hundred poems,
The one bright being he had loved
Was numbered with the dead;
With weary heart and brain,
That frees from care and pain.
Thus fade the poet's dazzling dreams
Of honor, love and fame-
The shrine that held his name!
Those dreams shall live anew!
Brighter than erst it grew!
You must fight the battle through
Wonder not it comes to you.
Breathe your prayer for victory
While you're standing mid the strifel Swear eternal fealty
To the higher aims of life!
W. SCOTT GARNER.
JENNIE H. RASMUSSEN.
BORN: DENMARK, OCT. 2, 1867. JENNIE was brought to this country when a babe, and now follows the occupation of bookkeeper at Albert Lea, Minn. Her poems
Often utt'ring truths so precious,
Truths that chide and animate. Youth's a blessing, heavenly blessing
For reflection, dark and deep, When the youth matures to manhood
And the sins seem grim and steep. Then () childhood! blessed childhood!
Wafts a peace naught else can bring, Breathes a rest almost unearthly,
Borne as on angelic wing.
IF 'TIS ONLY THEE.
[tress, The why and the wherefore of mortal's disAnd show 'twas infinitely well; So wise is the mortal and noble is he, Whose fate 'tis to carry a grief, Who can smile at the clouds that threaten a and in waiting find a relief. (storm,
There is something, O, so free,
Bubbling out from inward glee.
When it does itself forget,
of a heart for joy just set. Youth is richness, youth is glory,
Wrapped within, celestial bliss,
Circled by the Maker's kiss.
Bursting out from inward store,
Empties out yet still there's more. Youth where virtue reigns exclusive
Knows no self-created sin,
Of a rebel host within;
Does not stop to calculate,
ARTHUR E. SMITH.
BORN: GRANVILLE, N.Y., JUNE 15, 1866. THE poems of Mr. Smith have appeared in Peterson's Magazine, New England Homestead, American Rural Home, Chicago Ledger, Albany Journal, Arkansas Traveler,
Sweet sing ye brooks within yon glade,
A melody divine,
Than bonny Nellie mine;
And fan her lily brow;
And low before her bow.
To greet a lover's ear,
A bonny little dear;
Beneath the trysting-tree,
Make joyful melody.
BENEATH THE FOREST'S SHADE. Beneath the forest's shade I rest,
Wearied by the noon's sultry heat, And hear the breezes from the west
Amid the tall pines singing sweet. Above me in the heated sky
Like a huge ball hangs the bright sun: While over all the mountains nigh
The haze of noon-tide settles down! Oh, glorious is the realm outspread,
The realm o'er which fair summer reigns, The wooded hills, the skies o'erhead,
The meads and broad extended plains! There o'er its channel deep and wide
The streamlet seeks the distant west; And o'er it softly the warm winds glide,
Tossing in ripples its silvered breast. I would that life would be as sweet,
Always at this noon-tide hour; But joy must die as at my feet
Must die sometime yon lovely flow'r! I would that life would glide as smooth
Betwixt its channels as yon stream, And that life's sunset bour would prove
To all more fair than poet's dream!
ARTHUR E. SMITH. Christian Nation and numerous other publications. He has written over six hundred poems, many of which have received very high praise from the press and public generally. Mr. Smith is engaged in mercantile pursuits in the state of New York at Belcher.
THE BONNY MAIDEN.
To greet a lover's ear,
A bonny little dear;
Wild roses by her path,
Her merry, merry laugh.
Ye willows fondly sigh;
Who now is drawing nigh.
Upon a wild-wood's flow'r,
Aye smiles like sunbeams pour.
THE OLD TRYSTING TREE. When the dewdrops are falling
O'er the green, grassy plains,
Their gladsome refrains,-
So dear, dear to me,-
'Neath the old trysting tree! CAO.-Oh, the maiden I love,
So loving is she!
'Neath the old trysting tree!
M. VICTOR STALEY.
BORN: OMRO, Wis., DEC. 19, 1866. In 1880 the subject of this sketch removed to Oshkosh, where he received the rudiments of his education. He has since studied at Lawrence University of Appleton, Wis., earn
He who speaketh words of comfort,
Hearts to cheer when dark the days, Shall receive the people's blessings,
And the world's unstinted praise.
DELORA. Oft have I stood by the purling stream, 'Neath the leafy shade of the forest tree, Where warbled the birds in their merry glee, And watched with pleasure the golden gleam Of the waning sun as it sank to rest Behind yon hill that towers in the westThat rises just west of Azora. Azora, whose waves of peaceful blue Ripple gaily along the pebble shore; While they whisper low of the days of yore, Recalling to mind one whom I knew One whom I have watched as she gamboled
free, As she laughed aloud in her childish glee; She, my fair-haired darling, Delora. But ten short summers of added bloom, Had deftly imprinted its beauty there, On the face and form of that elfin fair, When cruelly dark yawned the silent tomb; And I missed the form I was wont to see, And the merry laughter of childish glee, The innocent glee of Delora. My heart is sad for 'neath yonder mound, Now, almost kissed by the murmuring
stream, Tinged fair with the glow of the sunset
gleam, Where the wildwood flowers in beauty
abound, Lies the slender form of that fair young
maid, Yet, never shall out from my mem'ry fade, The remembrance of sweet Delora.
M. VICTOR STALEY. ing the necessary means to do so during vacation time. The poems of Mr. Staley have appeared in the Chicago Ledger, Home Journal, the Oshkosh and Appleton papers.
THE AGE OF REASON. When this world awakes to reason,
Shall the worth of man be told; Not by jewels and silken garments,
Nor the glitter of his gold; But by noble deeds of kindness,
Actions pure, and free from sin, Then shall every wrong be righted
Right shall conquer, truth shall win. Then no more shall kings and princes,
Men of wealth and titled names, Claim the homage of the people,
While they live a life of shame; Then no more shall they be honored
As the foremost of their time, While their hearts are black as midnight,
And their souls are steeped in crime. When this world shall wake to reason,
He who struggles for the right, Down whose pathway deeds of kindness
Cast their rays of golden light;
THE SPIRIT QUEEN.
EXTRACT, And she did as he had bade her, Ruled for years the tribes around, Till the Manitou, her spirit Called to happy hunting-grounds. On the shores of the .. Capole," Smiling in its verdure green, There her tribe laid her in splendor, As became their Spirit Queen. On the night of her interment O'er her grave a storm arose, And the spirits from the waters Placed a rock o'er her repose; While, for many years her people, O'er her mound of tender green, Said peace-offerings to their idol, Wau-we-tee, the Spirit Queen.”