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# Pocahontas and Other Poems (New York)/The Pilgrim

THE PILGRIM.
"I am not far from home, therefore I need not make much provision for the way."
I hear the rising tempest moan, My failing limbs have weary grown; The flowers are shut, the streams are dried, The arid sands spread drear and wide, The night dews fall, the winds are high, How far from home, O Lord, am I?
I would not come with hoards of gold,
With glittering gems or cumbrous mould, Nor dim my eyes with gather'd dust Of empty fame or earthly trust, But hourly ask, as lone I roam, How far from home? how far from home?
Not far! not far! the way is dark, Fair hope hath quench'd her glow-worm spark; The trees are dead beneath whose shade My youth reclined, my childhood play'd; Red lightning streaks the troubled sky, How far from home, my God, am I?
Oh, find me in that home a place Beneath the footstool of thy grace;
Though sometimes mid the husks I fed, And turn'd me from the children's bread, Still bid thine angel-harps resound, The dead doth live, the lost is found.
Reach forth thy hand with pitying care, And guide me through the latest snare; Methinks, even now, in bursting beams The radiance from thy casement streams; No more I shed the pilgrim tear; I hear thy voice, my home is near.
# Pocahontas and Other Poems (New York)/The King of the Icebergs

THE KING OF THE ICEBERGS.
Serene the Sabbath evening fell  Upon the Northern deep, And lonely there a noble bark  Across the waves did sweep; She rode them like a living thing,  That heeds not blast nor storm, When, lo! the King of the Icebergs rose,  A strange and awful form.
Upon the horizon's verge he frown'd,  A mountain mid the main, As erst Philistia's giant tower'd  O'er Israel's tented plain. And hoarsely o'er the dark blue sea  Was a threat'ning challenge toss'd, "Who is this, that dares, with feet of fire,  To tread in my realm of frost?"
Yet on the gallant steamship went,  Her heart of flame beat high, And the stream of her fervent breath flow'd out  In volumes o'er the sky! So the Ice-King seized his deadly lance  To pierce the stranger foe, And down to his deed of vengeance rush'd,  Troubling the depths below.
The watchful stars look'd calmly on,  Girt with their silver zones, When a flash of bursting glory traced  An arch around their thrones. For Aurora Borealis bent  From her palace above the skies, And the wondering billows open'd wide  Their phosphorescent eyes.
Firm at his post the captain stood,  Clear-soul'd and undismay'd, And the King of the Iceberg's power defied,  While night drew on its shade; On, through the interdicted realm,  With fearless prow he sped, Though round him gathering dangers press'd,  And nameless forms of dread.
And longer had he borne the strife,  But he thought of those who gave Their life and welfare to his hand  Upon the faithless wave; The noble and the true of heart,  The helpless and the fair, The child upon its mother's knee,  That knew no fear nor care;
And felt, in their far-distant homes,  How deep the grief and sore, If the lip of love for them should ask,  And they return no more.
And so his gallant ship he steer'd  From the disastrous fray, And full in the teeth of the southern blast  Led on her venturous way.
"Not thus shall ye 'scape my stormy ire,"  The King of the Icebergs spake, And bade unloose his vassal train,  By arctic stream and lake; And swift a countless monster train  Rode over the waters blue, With their dazzling helms and stony eyes,  A pitiless, ruffian crew.
An icy ambush around the keel  With breathless speed they laid, And the vengeful monarch laugh'd to see  How strong that mesh was made; And, clustering close, that squadron dire  Spread over the startled flood, While their arrows of frost flew thick, and chill'd  The hardiest seaman's blood.
But there fell a gleam of the light above,  That with Mercy's angel dwells, And aided the labouring bark to foil  The King of the Iceberg's spells: For this, by many a hearth-stone bright,  A strain of praise shall be, To him who guides the wanderer home,  And rules the boisterous sea.
# Pocahontas and Other Poems (New York)/The Mourner Comforted

THE MOURNER COMFORTED.
"My boy was beautiful, and he is dead! Oh, speak no more to me. The voice of man Grates on my ear, for I would be alone— Alone, to weep."  Long flow'd that mourner's tears, But then beside the Bible she knelt down, And laid her cheek upon its hallow'd page, And said, "God comfort me."  And as she closed The fervent prayer, methought a still small voice Bade the swoln surges of her soul be still, That He who walk'd upon Tiberias' lake, Ruling the midnight storm, might thither come, And save from shipwreck.  Then, with pang subdued, Her heart went wandering to her loved one's grave, Marking in every bud that blossom'd there, In every joyous butterfly that spread Its radiant wing amid the flowers, a type Of glorious resurrection. Every drop Of dew that sparkled on the turf-clad mound Seem'd holy to her. Even the bitter grief That made the parting hour so desolate, Put on the robe of humble faith, and said, "'Tis well, my Lord, well with the little one That dwells with thee."
And then methought she heard A sound of heavenly harpings, and beheld Celestial gleamings of cherubic wings, And mid the song of ransom'd infancy Unto its Saviour, caught the tuneful voice Of her own cherish'd nursling.  So her lip Join'd in deep praise. For how could she forbear To thank her God for him who ne'er should taste Of trouble more?  Was it his tender tone That whisper'd, as she lay that night in dreams, "Oh, mother, weep no more; but with a heart Of holy love, hold on thy Christian path, And come to me. For He who took on earth Young children to his arms, will bid in heaven The mother find her babe. So keep thine eye Clear from the grief-cloud, for the time is short, The way is plain: dear mother, come to me."
# Pocahontas and Other Poems (New York)/The New-England Village

THE NEW-ENGLAND VILLAGE.
Verdant and beautiful! How fair thy vales! With what a smile thy gentle river glides, While through the vale of interwoven boughs Thy peaceful dwellings pleasantly look forth. Yon hallow'd temple, crown'd with snowy spire, Casts a lone shadow o'er the sacred spot Where sleeps the white-hair'd shepherd mid his flock, The loved of God and man. The statesman's head, With all its gather'd mass of curious lore, Lock'd up in marble; and the soldier's arm, Strong for his country in her hour of need, Are here, too, 'neath the turf. And there, amid The lawns and gardens which their hands had dress'd, The ancient fathers, with their numerous race, Securely dwelt.  Yon mansion hath a voice Of other days. Through the dim lapse of years And rule of strangers, still around its halls Flit cherish'd images of good old times, When hospitality, with grasp sincere, Led to her board the unexpected guest, And, careless of the pomp of proud array Or servitude of menials, warm'd the heart To social joy.  I do remember, too, How in my early years yon dome sent forth
The daughter in her bridal loveliness, To wreathe fresh roses round a distant home, And stately sons, all strong and bold, to take Their untried portion in this tossing world. From thence the father to an honour'd grave Was borne; and there the mother of the flock, Lovely and loved as in her day of bloom, Sank meekly on her couch to rise no more: And the sweet haunts of her sweet ministry Have lost her name forever. Yet the vine That gadding round her nursery-window climb'd, Still lives unnurtured; and methinks its leaves Thrill with the lore of hoarded memories, Pleasant, yet mournful.  But that ancient race, With whom our heart's deep reverence dwelt so long, Methinks at such an hour they seem to stand Again among us, even more palpably Than those we call the living. Wait we not At hush of eve for them? dreaming we hear Their footsteps in the rustle of the leaves, Or their low whisper, warning us to seek A home not made with hands?  So may it be; And to that home eternal every one Who here were rapt in the frank fellowship Of simpler days, and mourn its loss with tears, Be gather'd, where no more the blight of ill, Or fear of change, or sigh of pain shall steal O'er the pure mingling of congenial souls.
# Poems (Kennedy)/The Call to Prayer

THE CALL TO PRAYER
(By direction of the rector, Dr. W. D. Buckner, the bell of Calvary Church is rung every day at 12 o'clock as a call to prayer for our soldiers.)
# Poems (David)/Prologue

REMINISCENCES OF OXFORD.
# Parerga/Woman's Faith

WOMAN'S FAITH.
FROM CATULLUS.
"Nulli se dicit mea fœmina nubere malle Quàm mihi; non si se Jupiter ipse petat. Dicit: sed mulier cupido quod dicit amanti In vento, et rapidâ scribere oportet aquâ."
My Mistress tells me oft, that she Would not prefer Great Jove to me. She tells me:——but I know full well What women eager lovers tell Ought to be written on the breeze, The running streams, and flowing seas.
# Pargoud v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
80 U.S. 156
Pargoud v. United States
APPEAL from the Court of Claims.
Pargoud filed a claim in the court below to recover under the Abandoned and Captured Property Act, the proceeds of certain cotton. This act, as by reference to its provisions, on page 151, supra, will be seen, makes 'proof that the claimant had never given aid or comfort to the late rebellion' a prerequisite to recovery. Pargoud's petition, however, averred no loyalty at all. On the contrary, it set forth in the first sentence of it 'that he was guilty of participating in the rebellion against the United States,' adding, however, 'that he had been duly and legally pardoned for such participation by the President of the United States, and that he had received a pardon under the great seal dated on the 11th day of January, 1866, which had been duly accepted by him, and that his acceptance, duly notified to the Secretary of State, was now on file in the office of that department; and that he had complied with all the legal formalities in such case made and provided, and under the proclamations of amnesty and pardon issued by the President of the United States, now stands and is entitled to be considered in law as if he never had, in point of fact, participated in the late rebellion against the United States, and consequently he now avers that in legal intendment and under the allegations already made, he has at all times borne true allegiance to the government of the United States, and that he has not in any way aided, abetted, or given encouragement to the rebellion against the United States.'
The Court of Claims decided against the claimant on the ground that the petition did not aver that he had given no aid or comfort to the rebellion, nor sufficiently aver a pardon by the President.
Pargoud now brought the case here, where, on a motion made by the Attorney-General, Mr. Akerman, and supported by Mr. Bristow, the Solicitor-General, to dismiss it for want of jurisdiction-they relying on the proviso to act of July 12th, 1870 (sometimes called the 'Drake Amendment'), quoted supra, 133, in Klein v. United States (the said amendment not having been then as yet declared, by the judgment in that case, to be void), to show that the pardon ought not to be regarded-and Mr. P. Phillips opposing the motion the whole matter was elaborately and ably argued.
The CHIEF JUSTICE now gave the judgment of the court.

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# Pargoud v. United States/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
80 U.S. 156
Pargoud v. United States
We have recently decided, in the case of Armstrong v. United States, that the President's proclamation of December 25th, 1868, granting pardon and amnesty unconditionally and without reservation to all who participated, directly or indirectly, in the late rebellion, relieves claimants of captured and abandoned property from proof of adhesion to the United States during the late civil war. It was unnecessary, therefore, to prove such adhesion or personal pardon for taking part in the rebellion against the United States.
The judgment of the Court of Claims dismissing the petition is
REVERSED.

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# Pariah

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* A Pariah, a work by Henry Seton Merriman
* The Pariah, a work by F. Anstey
* The Pariah, a prayer by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
* "Pariah," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
# Paris

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* Paris, a work by Hilaire Belloc
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* "Paris", a chorale (anonymous)
* Paris, a French-language map of Paris in 1755 by Georg Balthasar Probst.
# Poems (Fields)/Burial of a German Emigrant's Child at Sea

BURIAL OF A GERMAN EMIGRANT'S CHILD AT SEA.
# Poems (Fields)/A Welcome to Samuel Lover

A WELCOME TO SAMUEL LOVER.
* A welcome, Sam, throughout the land,
* While roaming is your lot;—
* Reception warm we give to some,
* To you we give it hot!
* For ships are scarce, that anchor here,
* Can boast a lad like you;—
* What is there, Sam, you never tried,
* That Handy craft can do?
* Your voice, we know it well, Sam,—
* We heard it long ago,
* In the sweet-souled "angel's whisper,"
* Where the "four-leaved shamrocks" grow.
* ​And your merry laugh, we've heard, Sam,
* The hearty Irish roar,—
* We held our sides with Rory, Sam,
* And now we cry for More.
* 'Tis a greeting, Sam, unstinted,
* That we offer to the true,—
* And a welcome, strong and hearty, Sam,
* Should meet a man like you.
# Poems (Fields)/Ballad of the Tempest

BALLAD OF THE TEMPEST.
We were crowded in the cabin, Not a soul would dare to sleep,— It was midnight on the waters, And a storm was on the deep.
'Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered in the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpet Thunder, "Cut away the mast!"
So we shuddered there in silence,— For the stoutest held his breath, While the hungry sea was roaring, And the breakers talked with Death.
​As thus we sat in darkness, Each one busy in his prayers,— "We are lost!" the captain shouted, As he staggered down the stairs.
But his little daughter whispered, As she took his icy hand, Isn't God upon the ocean, Just the same as on the land?"
Then we kissed the little maiden, And we spoke in better cheer, And we anchored safe in harbor When the morn was shining clear.
# Poems (Fields)/Children in Exile

CHILDREN IN EXILE.
* Two Indian Boys were carried to London not long ago for
* exhibition, and both died soon after their arrival. It is related
* that one of them, daring his last moments, talked incessantly of
* the scenes and sports of his distant home, and that both wished
* earnestly to be taken back to their native woods.
* Far in the dark old forest glades,  Where kalmias bloom around, They had their place of youthful sport,  Their childhood's hunting-ground,— And swinging lightly in the vines  That o'er the wigwam hung, The golden robins, building near,  Above their dwelling sung. ​Each morn their little dusky feet  Sprang down the sparkling lea, To plunge beneath the glowing stream  Beside the chestnut tree; And when the hiding squirrel's nest  They sought, far up the hills, They bathed their reeking foreheads cool  Among the mountain rills. They saw the early silver moon  Peep through her wavy bower, And in her beams they chased the bat  Around his leafy tower; And, when the stars all silently  Went out o'er hill and plain, They listened low to merry chimes  Of Summer evening rain. ​These haunts they missed,—the city air  No healthful music brings,— They longed to run through woodland dells,  Where Nature ever sings; And, drooping, mid the noise and glare,  They pined for brook and glen, And, dying, still looked fondly back,  And asked for Home again.
# Poems (Fields)/Common Sense

COMMON SENSE.
She came among the gathering crowd, A maiden fair, without pretence, And when they asked her humble name, She whispered mildly, "Common Sense."
Her modest garb drew every eye, Her ample cloak, her shoes of leather,— And when they sneered, she simply said, "I dress according to the weather."
They argued long, and reasoned loud, In dubious Hindoo phrase mysterious, While she, poor child, could not divine Why girls so young should be so serious.
​They knew the length of Plato's beard, And how the scholars wrote in Saturn; She studied authors not so deep, And took the Bible for her pattern.
And so she said, "Excuse me, friends, I find all have their proper places, And Common Sense should stay at home With cheerful hearts and smiling faces."
# Poems (Fields)/Eventide

EVENTIDE.
WRITTEN IN THE COUNTRY.
This cottage door, this gentle gale, Hay-scented, whispering round, Yon path-side rose, that down the vale Breathes incense from the ground, Methinks should from the dullest clod Invite a thankful heart to God.
But, Lord, the violet, bending low, Seems better moved to praise; From us, what scanty blessings flow, How voiceless close our days:— Father, forgive us, and the flowers Shall lead in prayer the vesper hours.
# Poems (Fields)/Fair Wind

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
FAIR WIND.
# Poems (Fields)/Broken Vows

BROKEN VOWS
SUGGESTED BY THE PORTRAIT OF A YOUNG FLORENTINE GIRL AT VIENNA.
# Poems (Fields)/Commerce

COMMERCE.
# Poems (Fields)/Dirge for a Young Girl

DIRGE FOR A YOUNG GIRL.
* Underneath the sod, low lying,
* Dark and drear,
* Sleepeth one who left, in dying,
* Sorrow here.
* Yes, they 're ever bending o'er her,
* Eyes that weep;
* Forms, that to the cold grave bore her,
* Vigils keep.
* When the summer moon is shining
* Soft and fair,
* Friends she loved in tears are twining
* Chaplets there.
* ​Rest in peace, thou gentle spirit,
* Throned above;
* Souls like thine with God inherit
* Life and love!
# Payne v. Madigan

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United States Supreme Court
366 U.S. 761
Payne v. Madigan
See 82 S.Ct. 22, 23.
Mr. Frederick M. Rowe, Washington, D. C., for petitioners in both cases.
Mr. Harold H. Greene, Washington, D. C., for respondents in both cases.
On Writ of Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit.
On Writ of Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Eighth Circuit.
PER CURIAM.

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# Payne v. Madigan/Opinion of the Court

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United States Supreme Court
366 U.S. 761
Payne v. Madigan
The judgments are affirmed by an equally divided Court.
Mr. Justice FRANKFURTER took no part in the consideration or decision of these cases.

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# Payne v. New Mexico

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United States Supreme Court
255 U.S. 367
Payne v. New Mexico
Argued: Oct. 6, 1920. --- Decided: March 7, 1921
Mr. Assistant Attorney General Nebeker, for appellants.
Mr. Patrick H. Loughran, of Washington, D. C., for appellee.
Mr. Justice VAN DEVANTER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Payne v. Arkansas/Dissent Clark

Cite as: Payne v. Arkansas, 356 U.S. 560, 569 (1958) (Clark, J., dissenting).
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MR. JUSTICE CLARK, dissenting.
I believe that on this record the state courts properly held petitioner's confession voluntary. Moreover, even if the confession be deemed coerced, there is sufficient other evidence of guilt to sustain the conviction on the authority of Stein v. New York, 346 U.S. 156, 188–194 (1953). Just five years ago this Court established in Stein that there was no constitutional error "if the jury admitted and relied on the confession," or "rejected it and convicted on other evidence." 346 U.S. at 193–194. For purpose of making the latter determination, this Court assumed there that the confession was found coerced by the jury. It makes no difference that the determination of coercion here is by this Court rather than by the jury, for as is evident from the majority [p570] opinion, the inquiry is the same—whether the confession was coerced. I must apply the Stein rule here because the Arkansas procedure on admission of challenged confessions is identical to that which we approved in that case. See Nolan v. State, 205 Ark. 103, 104, 167 S.W.2d 503, 504; Dinwiddie v. State, 202 Ark. 562, 570, 151 S.W.2d 93, 95, 96.
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# Payne v. Central Pacific Railway Company

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United States Supreme Court
255 U.S. 228
Payne v. Central Pacific Railway Company
Argued: Oct. 6, 1920. --- Decided: Feb 28, 1921
Mr. Assistant Attorney General Nebeker and Messrs. Charles D. Mahaffie and C. Edward Wright, both of Washington, D. C., for appellants.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 229-231 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. A. A. Hoehling, Jr., of Washington D. C., Frank Thunen, of San Francisco, Cal., and C. F. R. Ogilby, of Washington, D. C., for appellee.
Mr. Justice VAN DEVANTER delivered the opinion of the Court.

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