News Poems (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1908 Excerpt: ... MY (c)eotcatton to MOTHER'S MEMOjRY MY MOTHER'S GRAVE The solemn yew trees stand around This place of immemorial tears; And many a long-forgotten mound Gives solitude a sadder sound Than this lone twilight wears. Here Sorrow broodeth like a dove, Nor ever spreads her folded wings; And here I come to stand above A face of unforgotten love, And dear familiar things. My1Mother's grave--I cannot speak These words save to my heart alone; They bring the warm tears to my cheek, They touch a string too thin and weak For aught but Sorrow's tone. Yet, ah, I love to think how blest Her quiet slumber here must be--The dreams soft-folded on her breast--Who knew such anguish and unrest, Yet had but smiles for me. Who gave to woman's name a grace Of chastity, and love, and trust. Ah, me, I take a purer face From this old, still, unhappy place Of unremembered dust. Here new and holy thoughts have birth; I feel, while recollection weeps, Whate'er I have of manhood's worth Springs from this plot of quiet earth, Where my Beloved sleeps. THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE I The village slept, but from the Priest's house shone A steady light. It was his use to read Into the quiet hours, but to-night He was not reading, though he held a book Under the lamp. Outside the March wind howled, And the rain beat, and his frail lattice shook. But he heard nothing, and he did not feel The chill that crept from ashes long since cold. His brows were burning. What was this new thing That unawares had come into his life--This restlessness? He had been well content With the day's round--ambition long put by--Priest to the chapel of an ancient house, Following the profession of his heart, With leisure for the student life he loved. But now the imprisoned dreams of youth took strength, And brake their chai.