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ON  MY  FIFTY-THIRD  BIRTHDAY 

ERE'S  a  brief  word  or  two  of  myself  : 
I'm  not  ready  just  yet  for  the  shelf  ; 

Tliough  I've  reached  fifty-three, 

I'm  as  fresh  as  can  be, 
And  still  hungry  for  labor  and  pelf. 

I  still  can  enjoy  a  good  book  ; 
No  quarrel  have  I  with  the  cook  ; 

In  my  love  of  a  jest 

I  can  rival  the  best  ; 
For  appearance  —  well,  how  do  I  look  ? 

You  will  note  that  I'm  togged  for  the  road  — 
In  dress  I  care  not  for  the  mode;— 

When  astride  of  my  "bike," 

Or  abroad  for  a  "  hike," 
Of  cares  I  cut  loose  the  whole  load. 

I've  much  more  to  say,  but,  oh  see  ! 
Cap  "I's"  are  exhausted  —  ah  m,e  ! 

To  go  on  i  can't  ; 

I've  depleted-  the  font  ,— 
An  revoir,  then.  — 

C.   W.  C. 

May  10,  1908. 


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THE  ROSE  GARDEN 

N   my  charmed  hill  rose  garden  my  fragrant 

favorites  stand, — 
Tea,  Hybrid,  Noisette  and  Bourbon, — roses 

on  every  band. 
All,  all,  are  my  dearest  darlings,  and  if  I 

but  name  a  few, 
Be  sure  tbat  to   most  of  tbe   otbers  an  equal  bonor  is 

due  ; 
But  my  skill  in  words  is  notbing,  and  none  must   beed 

if  111  tbis 
rvbymed  rbapsody  on  roses  some  favorite's  name  tbey 

miss. 
Here  tbe  Bride  and  sligbt   Nipbetos   in   tbeir  robes  of 

purest  snow, 
\Vbile  beside  tbem  clad  in  crimson  flames  old  General 

Jacqueminot. 
Von  Houtte,  tbe  sweet  Dutcb  beauty,  and  tbe  cbarm- 

mg  Reine  Marie, 
\Vitb  La  France  and  tbe   Ducbess  of  Brabant,  form  a 

cnarmmg  coterie. 

Guarding    tbis    gentle    circle,  like    a    sentry   bebind    a 
tbrone. 


Looms   the   stately   giant   or  roses,  the   grenadier  Paul 

Neyron. 
IT  the  sages  have   taught   us  truly  that    Death   loves  a 

shining  mark, 
He  should  launch  his  Lethean  shaftlets  at   the  Comtesse 

Riza  du  Pare. 
Should  jousts  he  held  in  the  garden  there  might  meet  in 

combat  s  shock 
Black  Prince   and  the  Desert  Sovran — FEmpereur  du 

Maroc. 

One  for  whom  all  rose  lovers  a  deep  devotion  feel 
Is  the  glorious  gold-rohed  soldier,  the  Southron,  Mare- 

chal  Niel. 

The  Lilliputian  couplet  have  partisans  hy  the  score, — 
The  dainty  Cecile  Bruner  and  still  daintier  Perle  d'Or. 
Besides  these  are  many  others  of  greater  or  less  degree. 
Some  with  the  rare  rose  fragrance,  some  with  the  scent 

of  tea,— 

Countesses,  princesses,  ladies,  duchesses,  generals,  kings, 
All  climes  and  countries  ransacked   for  these  heauties 

the  poet  sings. 

Old  Omar's  Persian  garden  held  hut  a  tithe  of  these. 
As  he  sat  'neath  the   shade  of  a  rose-tree  with  a  hook 

of  verse  on  his  knees. 


But  the  Persian   embalmed   those   beauties  in  Lis.  amber 

Rubaiyat, 
And  their  fame  forever  is  deathless,  they  can  never  be 

forgot. 
These  roses,  alas.  Lave  no   Omar,  tney  shall  perish  and 

pass  away. 
Evanish  and  pass,  and  be  truly  but  "roses  of  yesterday." 


COSMIC  GLIMPSES 


IGHT  gold  sunbeams,  filtered  through  lo 
cust  leaves  ; 
A  cypress  hedge,  tall,  set  with  dew-hedia- 

monded  cohwehs  ; 
On  the  garden  wall  ivy,  ivy — old  green  and 

new  green  intermingled  ; 
By  the   gate   nasturtium  masses,  gorgeously  scarlet  and 

yellow ; 

Chatter   or  sparrows   heneath  the  eaves,  insistent,  re 
sourceful  ; 
A  humming  -  hird,  ruhy  -  throated,   hanging    poised  in 

mid- air ; 

Bahhling  of  infants,  laughter  of  light-hearted  children  ; 
In    the    distance  melodious    half -inarticulate  voices  of 
church  hells. 

Clashing    of    waves    of     the    air,    starting    as     faintest 

zephyrs. 

Growing  in  mood  and  power,  impatient  of  opposition, 
Till  meeting  in  giant  wrestle,  with  hellows  of  strenuous 

onset. 
They  engage  and  strive  in  their  might,  earth-desolating 

and  awful. 


Tke  mountains,  hoary  or  poll,  cloud-hung,  beloved  or 
tke  poets. 

Splendid  and  vast  to  our  gaze,  but  in  verity  merest 
eartk-pimples , 

Fever-rash  or  a  world  full  or  kumors,  quakmgs,  erup 
tions, 

V  omitmg  lava  and  askes,  desolating  leagues  or  fertility. 

Tke  multitudinous  sea,  many-sided  and  skif  ty. 
Breeder  or  storms,  mother  or  myriad  progenies. 
Placid,  smiling  and  peaceful,  or  in  sudden  fierce  mur 
derous  mood 

Crushing  stauncn  skips  as  egg-skells,  tossing  as  surf- 
spume  despairing  kuman  flotsam. 

In  tke  etkeric  void  constellations  of  suns  witk  tkeir  at 
tendant  planets, 

Teeming  witk  life  or  lifeless,  moving  in  age-long  orbits; 

Mad  dask  of  comets,  skowers  of  star-dust  and  meteors 
full  of  dire  portent. 

Wkat  is  it  all  ?     Wkat  signifies  it  ?      Life,  life  ! 
Organic,  inorganic,  voicefui,  inarticulate  ; 
Birtk,  growtk,  deatk  (arrangement,  rearrangement,  dis 
arrangement  of   atoms)  ; 


Change  upon  change,  cataclysmic  and  sudden  or  age 
long  and  peaceful ; 

Seemingly  riotous,  wasteful,  but  planned,  meted  and 
measured 

To  tLe  millionth,  ay,  tne  trilliontli  part  of  a  hairs- 
breadth. 

\Vbat  signifying,  whence  from,  whitherward  tending  ? 

floods,  phases,  emanations  of  the  Unknown,  the  Un 
knowable, 

^Vbetber  Jove  or  Jehovah,  Brahma  or  Allah,  or  name 
less—  the  One-in-All,  the  All-in-One. 

Tending  still  onward  and  upward  to  great  and  still 
greater  perfection, — 

For  as  growth  is  the  index  of  life,  must  a  god  e'en  not 
grow  and  he  die  not  ? — 

Not  by  us  to  be  meted  or  bounded  or  named,  and  his 
poles  as  but  guessed  at : 

Protoplasm  in  tbe  visible  Here,  Infinity  in  the  vast  and 
Invisible  Yonder. 


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ECCE    HOMO 

UT  of  the  dusk  of  tlie  past,  his  hostile  en 
vironment  conquered,~~ 
The  cave  hear  and  sahre-tooth  tiger  extinct 

in  their  caverns, — 
Leaving  content   in    the   jungle   his  putative 

forhears. 
The  not-to-he-hurried  sloth  and  the  all-too-loquacious 

simian, 
Man  the  autochthon  emerges,  persistent,  resourceful. 

Consumed  in  those   days  was   the    man   with    insatiate 

hunger  for  knowledge, 
Not  dilettante  nor  abstract,  hut  concrete  and  practical 

working  : — 
Smelting  and  fluxing  of  ores  and  shaping  and  tempering 

metals, 
Taming  the  ruminant  heasts  and  mastering  steeds  in  the 

desert, — 
Taming  as  well  with  rude  prow  the  white-maned  fleet 

coursers  of  Neptune, — 
Tickling  the  virginal  soil  till  it  laughed  -with   a   houn- 

teous  harvest. 
Crude  though  the  plowshare  and    careless   the  methods 

of  culture. 


Touched  with  a  feeling  of  kin  he  acquired  the  gregar 
ious  habit, 

Noting  mayhap  that  in  communes  -was  safety  of  purse 
and  of  person  ; — 

Perchance  from  tne  crow  or  tne  magpie  he  borrowed 
the  hoarding  of  baubles, 

Corn-colored  ores  from  the  gulches  and  ramhow-hued 
shells  from  the  sea-beach, — 

So  families  grew  into  clans,  clans  to  trihes,  and  trihes 
became  nations. 

Curhing  his   once    restless    spirit,  incessantly    urging   to 

travel, 
He  abandoned  his  wigwams  and  lodges  and  built  cities 

of  brick  and  of  marble, 
^Vith  docks  and  great  markets  for  trading  and  temple 

spires  piercing  the  heavens. 
Index  of  aspirant  hopes,  ever  leading  him  upward  and 

godward. 

Still,  while  the  man  has  been    shaping   with  travail  of 

body  and  spirit 
Destiny   like   to   a    god's,  full    of  infinite  longings  and 

strivings. 
Runs  through  it  all,  atavistic,  the  red  lust  for  slaughter. 


Harking  far  back  to   the  time  when  with   flint-headed 

arrows  and  axes 
He  tattled  for  life    and   for   food   with   his   neighbors 

four-footed  and  savage  ; 
\Varfare    at  wholesale    and   large,    oi     nation    arrayed 

against  nation, 
Slaughter  when  not   of  his  kind    of  his    neighbors  the 

wild  smaller  peoples. 

Thus  as  ever  still  onward  and  upward  the  pathway  of 
progress  will  lead  him. 

Though  with  manifold  stumblings  and  baitings  and  half 
hearted  breaks  for  the  back-track, 

Man  in  the  aeons  before  us  will  reach  such  clear  bights 
and  broad  levels 

As  -we  in  the  haze  of  the  present  may  dream  of  at  best 
but  obscurely. 


LIEGE  LORD   AND  LOVER   OF  LILIES 

Mr.  Carl  Purdy,  of  Ukiali,  Collector.  Grov/er  and  Distributor  of 
Pacific  Coast  Liliaceous  Plants 

ONSIDER  tke  lilies,  kow  tKey  grow"- 

1  his  was  to  mm  as  a  command ; 
O'er  kill  and  valley,  to  and  fro, 

He  sought  tke  lilies  tkrovigk  tke  land. 

Tints  tkat  would  skarne  tke  Tynan  looms, 
Perfumes  of  Araky  tke  Blest, 
Blent  in  most  rare  kewildering  klcoms ; 
Dream-kells  to  lull  to  sweetest  rest. 

Ckarmed  ky  suck  loveliness  and  grace, 
Transfiguring  tkeir  wildwood  kome, 

He  lured  tkem  from  tkeir  native  place. 
And  taugkt  tke  lily  kands  to  roam. 

Countries  and  climes  tkat  knew  tkem  not, 

In  fartkest  corners  of  tke  eartk. 
May  vie  now  witk  tke  favored  spot 

Tkat  gave  tke  lily  legions  kirtk. 


THE    MISTLETOE 

RUID  oaks  in  Britain's  ancient  forests. 
Draped  and  hung  with  the  sacred  mistletoe, 
Gathered  at  the  full  moon  of  the  Yuletide 
By  the  high-priest  with  mystic  ceremonies. 

Vast  forests  of  pine  on  Norland  fiords, 

Crowned  and  festooned  with  sacred  mistletoe, 
(Vv^eapon  wherewith  the  hlind  god  Hoeder 
Slew  the  hright  sun-god.  Balder  the  heautiful. 

Under  star-shine  portentov.s  and  natural, 

'Mid  palms  and  olive  groves  of  the  East, 

At  Yuletide,  in  humhle  Judean  manger, 

A  hahe  horn,  Harbinger  of  Peace,  King  of  the  Inner  Life. 

By  process  of  the  ages, — physical,  mental,  spiritual, — 
Came  hlendmg  of  pagan  forms  and  Christian  virtues. 
The  palm  and  olive  overcoming  the  oak  and  pine. 
The  ^Vest  and  North  howing  to  the  East  and  South. 

At  Yuletide  we,  the  product  of  these  hlendings, 
Deck  our  habitations  with  mistletoe  and  holly, 
Signifying  thereby  our  pagan  oneness  -with  Nature, 
But  keeping  within  our  hearts  the  peace  and  good-will 
of  the  Christ-child. 


BEFORE  THE   STORM 


A  FRAGMENT 

The  following  lines  -were  •written  quite  a  number  of  years  ago,  and  as  several 
essays  to  complete  them  have  been  unsuccessful,  the  author  has  decided  that  as 
the  picture  drawn  by  the  fragmentary  line.-*  seems  not  without  merit,  to  print 
them  in  their  present  form.  The  whimsical  thought  is  suggested  that  the  inability 
of  the  author  to  complete  the  poem  was  caused  by  the  immensity  of  the  subject 
overcoming  him.  like  Dooley's  pcet.  Hogan.  -who  could  nevei  get  beyond  the  f:rst 
line  of  his  great  poem.  "O  Moon,  O  Shtar  !" 


BOUT  tke  rumpled  bay 
V/kere  tke  fluttering  wlntecaps  play 
Tke  circling  kills  loom  klue, 
A  rampart  of  mdigc  kue, 
Gainst  a  tangled  disarray 
Of  clouds  in  somkre  gray. 


Tke  tricksy  wind-sprites  swarm 
In  tke  van  or  tke  coming  storm.  — 


THE  JOYS  OF  READING 

To  tKe  Ladies  of  the  Grange   Reading  Circle 

HE  Land  that    rocks    the  cradle  rules  the 

-world  "- 

So  says  tKe  proverb  ;  we  resign  tlie  tlirone 
Ana  scepter  gladly  to  our  daughters  grown, 
Here  in  home  ports,  where  long  with  sails 

close-furled 

Our  varied  craft  nave  lain  :   now  let's  be  whirled 
Out  on  the  tide  of  Romance,  whence  are  Mown 
Strange  tales  and  fateful  from  tke  vast  unknown, 
\Vhile   round   our    prows    the  foam-wreaths  are  up- 
curled. 

To  storied  cities  where  great  queens  and  kings 
\Vrought  deeds  that  shine   for  aye  on  History's  pages  ; 
Meeting  great  'warriors,  poets,  prophets,  sages, 
\Vho  shall  expound  for  us  the  core  of  things. 
Up  anchor  then,  O  sisters  !   let 's  sail  free 
Unto  strange  coasts,  mayhap  e'en  Arcadie. 


drfh 


TO  MRS.  R.  J.  W. 

On  Attaining  Her  Eighty-Seventh  Birthday 

HE  longed-for  fabled  fount  De  Leon  sought 
Thou  must  nave  found,  that  seven  ana  four 
score  years, 

Vv  ith  all  their  burden  of  desires  and  fears. 
Joy-laden  some,  others  with  sorrow  fraught, 
Have    not   availed   to   numb   thy   soul,  nor 

taught 

Thy  spirit  yet  to  dim  its  youthful  fire  ; 
VvHiat  greater  boon  could  mortal  dare  desire, 
Passing  all  words,  well-nigh  transcending  thought. 

Crabbed  Old  Age  mekseems  hath  passed  tnee  by. 
Deeming  tnee  gifted  with  eternal  youth  ; 
Children,  grandchildren,  great-grandchildren  vie 
In  honoring  one  where  Goodness,  Honor,  Truth, 
\Visdom  and  Lovingkindness,  haply  met, 
On  a  brave,  cheerful  soul  their  seal  have  set. 


MY  DEAR  WIFE'S  EYES 

HE  color,  say  you,  or  my  dear  wire  s  eyes, 
Those  sister  stars    that   lit  witli   love-light 

shine. 

Kindling  an  answering  radiance  in  mine  : — 
Have  they  the  perfect  hlue  or  summer  skies, 
Or  their  more  somhre  gray  "when  summer 

dies. 

The  violet  dusk  or  scented  pansies  fine, 
The  midnight  shade  that  glows  and  glooms  in  thine, 
Or  heryl  hue  Italian  poets  prize  ? 

Nay,  hut  a  hrown,  rich,  deep  and  true  and  tender, 
Is  the  one  hue  that  fills  my  soul  with  rapture. 
The  only  shade  my  wife  and  offspring  own ; 
The  others  I  admire,  hut  homage  render 
To  the  hrown  eyes  that  erst  my  heart  did  capture, 
And  hold  my  fond  allegiance  sole  and  lone. 


TO  W.  W.  C. 

On  the  24th  Anniversary  of  hia  Birth 

ELL  gifted  witli  talents  and  LealtL, 

Obtained  wLence  or  Low,  who  may  say?— 
Atavism  may  well  Lave  Lad  sway  ; — 

"Poor  but  Lonest,'  not  Lampered  Ly  wealtL  ; 

\VitL  a  poise  and  good  sense  tLat  are  rare 
In  tLe  artist,  wLere  sense  rarely  rules  ; 
\VitL  a  courtesy  porn  or  no  scLools  ; 
\VitL  modesty  past  all  compare  ; 

TLe  world,  like  a  ripe  fruit,  to-day 

Jiangs  well  witLm  reacL  or  your  Land  ; 
ReacL  and  pluck — Le  not  lacking  in  "sand,"- 

Taste  and  sample,  Lut  cast  not  away. 

Yours  to  jot  down  tLe  melodies  fine, 
UnLeard  by  tLe  world's  coarser  ears. 
And  tLe  Larmonies  wLicL  tLe  great  spLeres 

Evoke  in  tLeir  cycles  divine  ; 

To  blend,  and  transcribe,  and  transmute. 
And  translate,  so  tLat  all  men  may  sLare  ; 
To  make  Music,  fair  maid,  still  more  fair, 

And  to  Lelp  tLis  old  ^^orld  evolute. 


AUNT  CINDA'S  GRAHAM  STICKS 

A    BALLADE 

OURMETS  may  prate  of  their  dainties  rare, 
Concocted  by  chefs  or  high  degree, 
\Vho  cater  to  those  tliat  like  fine  fare. 
Roast  and  salad  and  rich  entree  ; 
Such  dishes  for  them  but  not  for  me  ; 
From  the  thrall  of  the  cooks  and  all  their 
tricks 

I  trust  that  I  am  forever  free  ; — 
My  fare  is  Aunt  'Cinda's  graham  sticks. 

Of  gout  and  all  the  attendant  ills 

That  wait  on  the  pampered  and  overfed, 

And  the  doctor  with  his  powders  and  pills,~~ 

Of  these  I  have  not  the  slightest  dread  ; 

Never  have  I  to  go  to  bed 

\Vith  towel  on  head  and  at  feet  not  bricks, 

And  heart  within  me   as   heavy  as  lead, 

\Vhile  I  dine  on  Aunt  'Cinda's  graham  sticks. 

These  sticks  are  the  fare  for  the  simple  life, 
\Vnether  in  country  or  in  town  ; 
You  rise  above  all  petty  strife. 
Heedless  even  if  fortune   frown  ;  — 


Just  take  your  pencil  and  jot  down  : 
Grabam  flour,  water,  some  cream,  tben  mix. 
Roll,  sbape,  and  take  to  a  golden  brown, — 
Tbus  are  made  Aunt  'Cinda's  grabam  sticks. 

ENVOY 

Many  have  laid  lire  s  burdens  down. 

Others  remain  in  deplorable  fix, 

\Vno  migbt  still  be  winning  wealtb  or  renown, 

.Had  tbeir  rare  been  Aunt    Cmda's  grabam  sticks. 


IRMA'S  NEW  YEAR'S  WISHES 

1907 

\VISH  you,  dear  friends  or  mine, — 
None  being  poorest  or   least, — 
Whether  in  West  or  East, 
Or  under  the  palm  or  the  pine. 
Success,  like  a  new  strong  wine, 
Repletion,  as  at  a  feast. 


Of  all  that  the  world  counts  fine, 

Till  life's  loves  and  labors  has  ceased. 

May  you  meet  with  a  tace  serene 

And  a  dauntless,  resolute   mien, 

Reverse,  should  it  come,  or  sorrow. 
And  look  for  a  better  morrrow 

And  a  brighter,  vaster  scene 

In  Hope  s  unspoiled  demesne, 

^Vhere  the  weakest  one  may  borrow 

Something  whereon  to  lean. 


TO  THE  WEE  AND  WINSOME  ELIZABETH 

(  E.  W..  aged  three  years) 
For  postal  cards 

'AID  of  tke  flaxen  Lair, 

Maid  of  tke  sweet  Wet  voice, 
r  msome  and  winning  ana  fair, 
Tkou'rt  tke  maiden  of  my  ckoice. 


[OST  remember,  O  maid  fairest  ever. 
That  most  perfect  day  in  mid  June, 
And  the  long  stroll  we  took  ky  tke  river, 
\Vnen  you  sang  me  a  quaintly  sweet  tune  ? 

Did  your  little  keart  tkrill  witk  rapture, 
As  a  maid's  keart  must  tkrill  late  or  soon, 

At  tke  tkougkt  of  your  momentous  capture 
Of  a  man  s  keart,  a  maid  s  greatest  koon  ? 

No  ;  you  joyed  in  tke  pure  joy  of  living. 
Like  tke  flowers  or  tke  kirds  in  tke  trees, 

\Vitk  no  tkougkt  of  tke  joy  you  were  giving 
Any  more  tkan  tke  least  one  of  tkese. 


TO  E.  W. 

With  a  box  of  candy 


to  tke  sweet,  Sweetkeart ; 
\Ve  pour  out  sweets  for  tkee  ; 
But  dotk  never  tlie  questing  tee 
Seek  ker  koney  wkere  tkou  art  ? 


MOULD  all  otker  loves  grow  cold. 
Here's  our  little  keart  of  gold. 


TO  C.  C. 

On  her  marriage  ana  departure  from  home 

(INGING  afield  afar  at  Love's  kekest, 
Tke  one  lone  nestling  leaves  tke  motker-nest. 


THE   JOY  OF    BEING   AUNTIE 

Elizabeth,  the  larger,    (E.  G.  J.)  rings 

M  an  aunt,  by  God's  grace  I'm  an  aunt. 
By  tbe  grace  of  anotber  Grace,  too  ; — 
Sure,  I  m  raising  a  ballaballoo  ! 

I  would  like  to  stop,  but  I  can't ; 

Kind  nearer,  nave  you  been  an  aunt  ? 

You  would  not  rail  and  jeer  if  you  knew 

Tbat  joy  wliicb  to  aunties  is  due. 

I  m  a  loving,  considerate  aunt, 

My  rigbt  tnere  is  none  to  dispute  ;— 
That  man  is  a  dub  and  galoot 

MVbo  \vould  dare  to  poke  fun  at  my  cbant ; 

He  shall  not  see  my  niece,  so  he  sban't — 
That  maiden  so  cunning  and  cute — 
i  es,  she  takes  after  me  ;  sbe's  a  "beaut." 

I'm  always  all  rigbt  as  an  aunt, — 

"All-wool,  and  a" — wbat's  tbat  you  say  ? 
Be  careful ;   for  sucb  slips  you'll  pay ! — 

Some  for  joys  of  maternity  pant ; 

T  is  better  by  far  to  be  aunt. 
If   t  is  true  tbat  eacb  aunt  bas  ber  day, 
I  will  joy  in  tbis  joy  wbile  I  may, 

Gainst  tbe  day  wben  all  joys  may  be   scant. 


THE  CLAM 
A    SYMPATHETIC    FANTASY 

In  the  following  lines  the  writer  has  endeavored  to  show  that  the  proverbial 
taciturnity  and  lack  of  sociability  of  the  clam  may  be  due  to  inherited  physical 
disabilities  and  an  unfavorable  environment,  rather  than  to  any  inherent  cussedness 
of  disposition.  The  fact  that  the  writer  has  been  for  long,  like  many  another,  a 
prisoner  on  the  shore  of  the  possibilities  of  life,  may  have  led  him  to  regard  the 
bivalve  -with  sympathy.  And  then,  although  we  have  been  accustomed  to  turn 
down  this  humble  brother  (in  the  chowder)  ,  is  he  not,  like  ourselves,  but  one  link 
in  the  great  chain  of  creation. 

EING   footless,  the  clam  cannot  dance  ; 

Lacking  pinions,  he  never  may  soar  ; 

Like  a  prisoner  ne  s  chained  to  the  snore  ; 
Yet  eye  not  his  clamship  askance, 

For  give  Kim  tne  ghost  of  a  chance, 
Equip  mm  with  fin,  sail  or  oar. 
And  he'd  glide  over  Ocean's  mud  floor, 
Or  roam  o'er  her  billowed  expanse. 

Join  the  dolphin  or  whale  in  a  dance, 
The  mid-sea's  vast  caverns  explore, 
Or  joy  in  the  tempest's  mad  roar. 

Defiance,  not  fear,  in  his  glance  ; 

Beach-comher  would  change  to  free-lance. 
If  the  kind  Fates  will  open  a  door 
He'll  move  upward  a  step  or  two  more, — 

For  his  watchword,  as  ours,  is  "Advance  ! " 


Photomount 

Pamphlet 

Binder 

Gaylord  Bros.,  Inc. 

Makers 
Stockton,  Calif. 

PAT.  JAN.  21,  1908 


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