CRUSH OUT THE LIE. Ah! one noble thought may crush many lies, FOR MOTHERS. EXTRACT. My sweet little baby, I love you so well! JAMES BUTCHER MARSH. BORN: ENGLAND, DEC. 14, 1815. THE poems of this writer have appeared in Frank Leslie's Magazine and other prominent publications. He follows the profession of phrenologist, and resides at New Castle, Pa. BOSS AND KID. BOSS. And wouldst thou leave me, oh, foolish kid? While mine is a fine two-story brick, KID. I know that our shanty is built of slabs; And they watch the rabbit and squirrel play, BOSS. Be content, poor kid, 'neath my mansard roof; And canaries and many a singing bird KID. My mammy, at night, in her corner so snug, Sings "Old Dan Tucker" and Little Brown Jug," And my brothers dance and shout whoop de-do," Thy brothers, poor kid, are away in a ship; Have they all cleared out? Is the shanty bare? 464 LOCAL AND NATIONAL POETS OF AMERICA. With freshening wind, when laughing is the sky, And perfumed breath from distant flowers is telling Of isles enchanted that before thee lie. Give me thy hand. Give me thy hand In storm; in calm, forever, I have thy heart fast hidden in my breast, For God long since has joined our souls together, He beckons only on to heaven and rest. TRUSTING. Here on this neck of land I stand. The ocean breaks with sullen roar, Its white-capped waves dash on the shore, On either hand skies, waters meet, Me through the stretch of fertile land, I know his hand will set me free, And though the way I cannot see JAMES BALLARD. BORN: ENGLAND, JUNE 5, 1837. THIS poetical lecturer has written about fifteen thousand lines in rhymes, part of which has been published in pamphlet form. He emigrated to Canada in 1856 and settled in America three years later. Mr. Ballard is located at Red Oak, Iowa, engaged in gardening in summer; but in winter he generally goes on a lecturing tour. WOMEN'S RIGHTS. In Women's Rights, good poets delight; Many are so kind, and so refined, How can they rights despise. Women's Rights is good, and it always should By heroes be defended; For weaker vessels, wise men wrestle Wrestle till wrongs are mended. Wrongs in laws, is one great cause; Some think they are inferior: But in many things, their judgment rings If their judgment then, is equal to men, TILLING THE SOIL. When I am dead, and out of sight, The wise will read with great delight; Some useful rhymes I've written: That one acre well tilled, Is better than ten botched. I never gave it such deep thought, And keep off it rainy weather! If tillers heed what I do say, Instead of waiting until spring. Or else not plow at all! By plowing in the fall, the frost will shake, And again early in the spring, it will clods break, And the land will get warm as well: Whoever this poem should happen to read, Will do real well if they take heed; And also their neighbors tell! THE LARK. When I was quite a little boy, As I listened to the lark in the morning. I've watched the lark with great delight, THOMAS H. EVANS. BORN: GREAT BRITAIN, MAY 16, 1846. MR. EVANS through the greater part of his life has followed the occupation of a miner. He has dabbled somewhat in journalism, and THOMAS H. EVANS. also written quite a few meritorious poems that have received publication. Mr. Evans will most likely follow the profession of journalism in the future. KNIGHTS OF LABOR TRUE. To atoms it is going. Knights, now raise your banners, rally, And with justice as your ally, Fight for labor's right. Fight for wife and mother, Sister, home and brother, And for justice to our cause, And equal laws to govern: THE AGITATOR. Straighten out the crooked pathway; Vile injustice is the monster, Which aloft its head doth hold; Threatening us with death and danger, But the heroes in the vanguard, And though wounded in the battle, Though oft stung by foes relentless, Justice for their cause to find. To obtain the rights of man. Freedom ever will be thine. EXTRACT. All hail! to the labor forces, All hail! emancipation From tyrannies grievous wrong, All hail! to the bursting fetters Of party and its wiles, Hurrah, for the glorious freeman, Then gather ye hosts of Labor, Cast your vote without fear or favor, Than to live as a cowardly slave. 466 LOCAL AND NATIONAL POETS OF AMERICA. VIOLA VIRGINIA PRICE. BORN: BARNESVILLE, OHIO, DEC. 12, 1855. GRADUATING from Mt. Union college in 1878, Miss Viola later received the degree of M. Ph., and in the summer of 1887 she took a course in the study of poetry and literature at Martha's Vineyard. Following the profession of teaching, Miss Price has had charge of the Sweet as old songs of which we never tireSweet as fresh hymu from morn-awakened lark; Sweet as low strains that purled from Tasso's lyre, Her symphonies made Phoebus e'en to hark. The songs of this rare bird were sweeter far Than melodies of heavenly harpers are. WHEN LEAVES GROW GOLD. And gentian blue, so loth to go, Soft fringes wave. Bowed sunflower's head In wealth of nuts, glad squirrel chirps low, A VIOLET. Your cheeks are so pink The peach bloom must have kissed them. Cupid lurks on the brink Your cheeks are so pink VIOLA VIRGINIA PRICE. department of English in the Normal School of Kansas, at Emporia, since 1881. This lady is a member of the Western Authors' and Artists' club, the Social Science club, and acting president of the State Academy of Language and Literature. She has also written several popular lectures which have been favorably received. JENNY LIND. As birds of heavenly plumage soft and rich Tell by bright hues they came from fairer climes, So Jenny Lind with artistic skill would pitch Her melody to seraphim's sweet chimes. As pink shells murmur of the far-off sea, Her voice trilled sweetest native Sweden's airs. Yet such inspiring matins breathed she That love for her a world entranced still bears. With blushes that shrink, Who wouldn't have bit them? Your cheeks are so pink The peach bloom must have kissed them. SPRING FLOWERS. O! sweet and charitable friend It rests my weary aching eyes, And soothes my heart and brain; For I love and prize you one and all, And when my soul considers these, I marvel how we shall be clothed |