MADAME CAROLINE SEVERANCE,
in The Mother of Clubs.
A GLOUCESTER SKIPPER’S SONG.
Oh, the roar of shoaling waters, and the
awful, awful sea,
Busted shrouds and parting cables, and the white death on our lee!
Oh, the black, black night on Georges, when eight score men were lost!
Were ye there, ye men of Gloucester? Aye, ye were; and tossed
Like chips upon the water were your little craft that night—
Driving, swearing, calling out, but ne’er a call of fright.
So knowing ye for what ye are, ye masters of the sea,
Here’s to ye, Gloucester fishermen, a health to ye from me!
JAMES B. CONNOLLY,
in Scribner’s, May, 1904.
DEDICATION TO HIS FIRST BOOK.
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ROBERT J. BURDETTE,
in The Rise and Fall of the Mustache.
THE YOSEMITE ROAD.
There at last are the snow-peaks, in virginal
Through the nut-pines I see them, their ridges expanding.
Ye peaks! from celestial sanctities benisons casting,
Ye know not your puissant influence, lifting and lasting;
Nothing factitious, self-conscious or impious bides in you;
On your high serenities
No hollow amenities
Nor worldly impurities cast their dread blight;
August and courageous, you stand for the right;
The gods love you and lend you their soft robes of white.
in Songs of the Press.
ON THE STEPS OF THE LECONTE MEMORIAL LODGE, YOSEMITE VALLEY.
I wonder not, whether it is well with
this true seer,
Who saw, while dwelling in the flesh, foundations strong and broad;
I do not doubt that when he ceased to worship in this temple,
Serene, he passed from beauty unto beauty, from God to God.
BENJAMIN FAY MILLS.
Within, a whole rainbow is condensed in one of these magnificent shells.
in West Coast Shells.