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# Memoir and Poems of Phillis Wheatley/To a Lady and her Children

TO A LADY AND HER CHILDREN,
On the Death of her Son and their Brother.
O'erwhelming sorrow now demands my song:
From death the overwhelming sorrow sprung.
What flowing tears! what hearts with grief opprest!
What sighs on sighs heave the fond parent's breast!
The brother weeps, the hapless sisters join
The increasing woe, and swell the crystal brine;
The poor, who once his generous bounty fed,
Droop and bewail their benefactor dead.
In death the friend, the kind companion lies,
And in one'death what various comfort dies!
The unhappy mother sees the sanguine rill
Forget to flow, and nature's wheels stand still:
But see, from earth his spirit far removed,
And know no grief recals your best beloved:
He, upon pinions swifter than the wind,
Has left mortality's sad scenes behind
For joys to this terrestrial state unknown,
And glories richer than the monarch's crown.
Of virtue's steady coarse the prize behold!
What blissful wonders to his mind unfold!
But of celestial joys I sing in vain:
Attempt not, Muse, the too adventurous strain.
No more in briny showers ye friends around.
Or bathe his clay, or waste them on the ground. ​Still do you weep, still wish for his return?
How cruel thus to weep and thus to mourn!
No more for him the streams of sorrow pour
But haste to join him on the heavenly shore,
On harps of gold to tune immortal lays,
And to your God immortal anthems raise.
# Memoir and Poems of Phillis Wheatley/To the Hon T.H., Esq.

TO THE HON. T.H. ESQ.
On the Death of his Daughter.
While deep you mourn beneath the cypress shade
The hand of death, and your dear daughter laid
In dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow,
And racks your bosoms with incessant woe,
Let Recollection take a tender part,
Assuage the raging tortures of your heart,
Still the wild tempests of tumultuous grief,
And pour the heavenly nectar of relief:
Suspend the sigh, dear Sir, and check the groan,—
Divinely bright your daughters virtues shone:
How free from scornful pride her gentle mind,
Which ne'er its aid to indigence declined!
Expanding free, it sought the means to prove
Unfailing charity, unbounded love!
She unreluctant flies, to see no more
Her dear loved parents on earth's dusky shore:
Impatient heaven's resplendent goal to gain,
She with swift progress cuts the azure plain,
Where grief subsides, where changes are no more,
And life's tumultuous billows cease to roar;
She leaves her earthly mansion fur the skies,
Where new creations feast her wondering eyes.
To heaven's high mandate, cheerfully resigned,
She mounts, and leaves the rolling globe behind; ​She, who late wished that Leonard might return,
Has ceased to languish, and forgot to mourn;
To the same high empyreal mansion come,
She joins her spouse and smiles upon the tomb:
And thus I hear her from the realms above:
"Lo this the kingdom of celestial love!
"Could ye, fond parents, see our present bliss,
"How soon would you each sigh, each fear dismiss!
"Amidst unuttered pleasures whilst I play
"In the fair sunshine of celestial day,
"As far as grief affects a happy soul,
"So far doth grief my better mind control,
"To see on earth my aged parents mourn,
"And secret wish for T———l to return:
"Let brighter scenes your evening hours employ:
"Converse with heaven, and taste the promised joy."
# Memoir and Poems of Phillis Wheatley/To the Public

TO THE PUBLIC
As it has been repeatedly suggested to the Publisher, by persons who have seen the Manuscript, that numbers would be ready to suspect they were not really the writings of Phillis, he has procured the following Attestation, from the most respectable characters in Boston, that none might have the least ground for disputing their original:
We, whose names are under-written, do assure the World, that the Poems specified in the following page were (as we verily believe) written by Phillis, a young Negro girl, who was but a few years since brought an uncultivated barbarian from Africa, and has ever since been, and now is, under the disadvantage of serving as a slave in a family in this Town. She has been examined by some of the best judges, and is thought qualified to write them.
His Excellency, Thomas Hutchison, Governor,
The Hon. Andrew Oliver, Lieutenant Governor,
| The Hon. Thomas Hubbard, The Hon. John Erving, The Hon. James Pitts, The Hon. Harrison Gray, The Hon. James Bowdoin, John Hancock, Esq. Joseph Green, Esq. Richard Carey, Esq. | The Rev. Charles Chauncey, D.D. The Rev. Matthew Byles, D.D. The Rev. Edw'd Pemberton, D.D. The Rev. Andrew Elliot, D.D. The Rev. Samuel Cooper, D.D. The Rev. Mr. Samuel Mather, The Rev. Mr. John Moorhead, Mr. John Wheatley, (her Master.) |
N.B. The original Attestation, signed by the above Gentlemen, may be seen by applying to Archibald Bell, Bookseller, No. 8, Aldgate Street.
# Memoir and Poems of Phillis Wheatley/To a Gentleman

TO A GENTLEMAN,
On his Voyage to Great Britain for the Recovery of his Health.
While others chant of gay Elysian scenes,
Of balmy zephyrs, and of flowery plains,
My song, more happy, speaks a greater name,
Feels higher motives and a nobler flame.
For thee, Oh R———, the Muse attunes her strings,
And mounts sublime above inferior things.
I sing not now of green embow'ring woods,
I sing not now the daughters of the floods,
I sing not of the storms o'er ocean driven,
And how they howled along the waste of heaven;
But I to R——— would paint the British shore,
And vast Atlantic not untry'd before:
Thy life impaired, commands thee to arise,
Leave these bleak regions and inclement skies,
Where chilling winds return the winter past,
And nature shudders at the furious blast.
O thou stupendous, earth-enclosing main,
Exert thy wonders to the world again!
If e'er thy power prolonged the fleeting breath,
Turned back the shafts, and mocked the gates of death,
If e'er thine air dispensed a healing power,
Or snatched the victim from the fatal hour,
This equal case demands thine equal care,
And equal wonders may this patient share. ​ But unavailing, frantic is the dream,
To hope thine aid without the aid of Him
Who gave thee birth, and taught thee where to flow,
And in thy waves his various blessings show.
May R——— return to view his native shore,
Replete with vigor not his own before;
Then shall we see with pleasure and surprise,
And own thy work, great Ruler of the skies!
# Memoir and Poems of Phillis Wheatley/To the King's Most Excellent Magesty

TO THE KING'S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY.
1768.
Your subjects hope, dread Sire, the crown upon your brows may flourish long,
And that your arm may in your God be strong.
Oh, may your sceptre num'rous nations sway,
And all with love and readiness obey.
But how shall we the British king reward?
Rule thou in peace, our father and our lord!
'Midst the remembrance of thy favors past,
The meanest peasants most admire the last.
May George, beloved by all the nations round,
Live with Heaven's choicest, constant blessings crowned.
Great God! direct and guard him from on high,
And from his head let every evil fly;
And may each clime with equal gladness see
A monarch's smile can set his subjects free.
# Memoir and Poems of Phillis Wheatley/To the Gad-Fly

TO THE GAD-FLY.
Majestic insect! from thy royal hum,
The flies retreat, or starve before they'll come,
The obedient plough-horse may, devoid of fear,
Perform his task with joy, when thou art near.
As at the Lion's dread alarming roar,
The inferior beasts will never wander more,
Lest unawares he should be seized away,
And to the prowling monster fall a prey,
With silent pleasure often do I trace
The fly upon the wing, with rapid pace,
The fugitive proclaims upon the wind,
The death-bound sheriff is not far behind.
Ye thirsty flies beware, nor dare approach,
Nor on the toiling animal encroach;
Be vigilant, before you buzz too late,
The victim of a melancholy fate. ​ Such seems the caution of the once chased fly,
Whilst to the horse she dare not venture nigh;
This useful Gad-Fly traversing the field,
With care the lab'ring animal to shield.
Such is the eye of Providential care,
Along the path of life forever there;
Whose guardian hand by day doth mortals keep
And gently lays them down at night to sleep.
Immortal Guard, shall I thy pleasures grieve
Like Noah's dove, wilt thou the creature leave;
No never, never, whilst on earth I stay,
And after death, then fly with me away.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Higgins, William Charles

​Higgins, William Charles, M.A., Christ Church, Oxon, 1876, goes the South-eastern circuit, a student of the Inner Temple 17 Nov., 1871, called to the bar 26 Jan., 1875 (only son of William Frederick Higgins, a master in the court of bankruptcy); born , .
    Brewer's Hill Addle Street, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Higgins, William Frederick

​Higgins, William Frederick, a registrar in bankruptcy Nov., 1858, and taxing master, master of court of bankruptcy 21 Nov., 1863, private secretary to successive under-secretaries of state for the colonies 1847-58, private secretary to Lord Stanley and Sir E. Bulwer Lytton, secretaries of state 1858-9, formerly a clerk in the Colonial Office, educated at Eton, a student of Gray's Inn 22 April, 1844, called to the bar 28 April, 1847 (eldest son of Col. Sir Samuel Gordon Higgins, K.C.H.); born 21 Dec., 1818; married 1 July, 1843, (Hon.) Augusta Thesiger, dau. of Rt. Hon. Lord Chelmsford (see Foster's Peerage).
    3, Chester Place, Chester Square, S.W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Highton, Edward Gilbert

​Highton, Edward Gilbert, M.A., Sidney Sussex Coll., Camb., 1858, F.R.S.L., a student of Lincoln's Inn 9 Dec., 1854 (then aged 24), called to the bar 30 April, 1858 (eldest son of Thomas Highton, of Leicester, surgeon); born , 1830; married 9 July, 1855, Harriet Elizabeth, eldest dau. of John Dennis, Esq.
    42, Bedford Square, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Higinbotham, (Hon.) George

​Higinbotham, (Hon.) George, M.A. Trin. Coll., Dublin, 1853, puisne judge of supreme court of Victoria since 1880, a reporter in the staff of Morning Chronicle 1849-53, edited the Melbourne Argus 1856-9, member of Melbourne Legislature 1861-71, attorney-general 1863-5, and sometime vice-president of theBoard of Land and Works, a student of Lincoln's Inn 20 April, 1848 (then aged 22), called to the bar 6 June, 1853 (5th son of Henry T. Higinbotham, Esq., of Dublin); born , 1827.
    Melbourne, Victoria.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Hilbery, Timothy Nathaniel

​Hilbery, Timothy Nathaniel, undergrad. Balliol Coll., Oxon, goes the South-eastern circuit, a student of Lincoln's Inn 27 Jan., 1870 (then aged 18), called to the bar 27 Jan., 1873 (2nd son of Francis Hilbery, late of Sydenham, Kent, merchant); born , 1852.
    6, Pump Court, Temple, E.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Higgins, Richard Thomas

​Higgins, Richard Thomas, hon. It.-col. late king's own borderers, retired 1883, major on reserve of officers, a student of the Middle Temple 5 May, 1879, called to the bar 26 Jan., 1882 (only son of Richard Higgins, Esq., of Eastnor, co. Hereford); born 30 June, 1839.
    Care of Bosbury House, near Ledbury,
# Men-at-the-Bar/Hilditch, Richard

​Hilditch, Richard, B.A., St. John's Coll., Camb., 1836, a student of the Middle Temple 18 Dec, 1833, called to the bar 24 Nov., 1837 (eldest son of Richard Hilditch, of Shrewsbury, Salop); born , 1852.
    30, Cross Street, Manchester.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Hildyard, John George Bowes Thorton

​Hildyard, John George Bowes Thorton, B.A. Merton Coll., Oxon, J.P. Yorks East Riding, a student of the Inner Temple 1 June, 1850 (then aged 21), called to the bar 6 June, 1853 (4th son of Col. Hildyard, of Winestead Hall, Yorks); born 8 June, 1828; married 12 Feb., 1857) Caroline, dau. of Robert Denison, Esq., of Waplington Manor, Yorks, and has issue (see Foster's Yorkshire Collection).
    Cherry Burton House, Hull.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Higgins, Thomas Lea

​Higgins, Thomas Lea, M.A., Magdalen Coll., Oxon, 1880, practises before the Lancaster Chancery Court, a student of Lincoln's Inn 13 Nov., 1875 (then aged 20), called to the bar 21 April, 1880 (2nd son of William Higgins, Esq., of Birkenhead); born , 1855.
    Edge Lea, Claughton, Birkenhead; 6, Stone Buildings, Lincoln's Inn, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Highmore, Nathaniel Joseph

​Highmore, Nathaniel Joseph, a chief clerk in the solicitors' department inland revenue Somerset House since 17 Jan., 1882, author of Summary Proceedings in Inland Revenue Cases in England and Wales 1882, a student of the Middle Temple 4 May, 1878, called to the bar 26 Jan., 1S81 (eldest surviving son of William Highmore, of Sherborne, Dorset, M.D.); born 13 Nov., 1844; married 12 Nov., 1881, Annie Louisa, 2nd dau. of John Lane Cutcliffe, Esq., J.P., of Stoke Damarel, Devon.
    49, Cathcart Road, South Kensington; Somerset House, W.C.
# Marching Men: War Verses/Pro Patria Mortui

PRO PATRIA MORTUI.
SAY not they died for us; Say, rather, with their hearts aflame, They faced the sceptred shame, Not counting for themselves the cost, Well knowing else, a world were lost. For this they came; For this they died; For this their death is justified.
Say not they die; Say, rather, with youth's larger trust, Into the featureless, far unknown, Challenging love's integrity, They spring from earth's recoiling dust. Could greater be? Can love disown? Can truth be overthrown?
Say not for us they died; They touched that dimly-visioned height The ever-enlarging soul of man Has yet to climb; their feet outran The world's slow gait; their spirits range In circling flight The unconjectured fields of light. For this they suffered change; For this they died; For this their death is justified.
# Marching Men: War Verses/To Our Beloved

TO OUR BELOVED.
THE hearts you knew in those unchallenged years, The hearts that loved you—softer grown with tears, O let them be your living bed, Come home to us, beloved dead!
We will not mourn or praise you over much, We only ask with wistful lips to touch Your garment's hem, and lay sweet boughs Grown of heart's pride upon your brows.
We only ask that with you we may die To all that you have died to, putting by The aims that once set life ablaze, The cares that vexed those restless days.
For something of us perished at your side, The lighter self you knew died when you died; Though we are called by no new name, We, too, have passed that cleansing flame,—
Have passed beyond the old desires and fears Into a tenderness unstained of tears; 'Tis this that we would fold you in, Our spirits' next and nearest kin.
Think not, Beloved, that you have suffered change To us, it is the world that has grown strange We are more wholly yours, indeed, As the swift tides of earth recede;
For though condemned to life, yet do we stand Consciously near the Undiscovered Land, Feeling befriended there and known In the high fellowship death has shown.
# Marching Men: War Verses/Marching Men

MARCHING MEN.
FLARING bugle, throbbing drum, Onward, onward hear them come, Like a tide along the street Swells the sound of martial feet; On the breeze their colors streaming, In the sun their rifles gleaming, Pride of country, pride of race, Glowing in each ruddy face— Marching men, marching men, Leaping pulses keep you pace.
Measured, rhythmic, thousands strong, Sounds their tread the whole night long, Beating over heart and brain, Over hopes that bloomed in vain, Like the roll of distant thunder, That would tear a world asunder, All the nation's hope and pride Surging in the tireless tide— Marching men, marching men, Love goes praying by your side.
Deep the pathways they have worn Over women's hearts forlorn,
Over lives grown thin and failing, Where the stars of hope are paling; Children's arms they must unbind, Love and laughter leave behind, Turn them from the beckoning morrow, And the praying hands of sorrow, Turn them to a place of dread Where the skies burn darkly red,— Marching men, marching men, Grief shall follow in your tread.
From the silver coasts outlying, Where the pallid ships are plying, Sweeping in from East and West, Over crag and mountain crest, Up from desert, grove and glen, Still there come those hosts of men; In their hands the sword aflame, On their lips an ancient name, Cleaving hearts and lives asunder, Trampling thrones and empires under; Temples lately love-forsaken They have entered and retaken, Earth itself their tread has shaken— Marching men, marching men, Sleeping gods your shouts awaken!
# Marching Men: War Verses/Rocking in the Bay

ROCKING IN THE BAY.
FROM my nook beneath the pine I can see the graceful line Of the little brown canoe in the bay; Bright and windy is the weather, But there's no one to untether And go speeding to the open far away Where the ragged clouds are flying, And the sunset gold is dying,— Empty, listless, she is lying, Idly rocking, idly rocking In the bay.
How she'd leap to answer him When he took the paddle slim And they'd race as laughing victors to the fray! They would climb the waves together, Riding buoyant as a feather— Or a bird that slants a wet wing to the spray; But the echoing laughter dies, Lone and far the seagull cries, And the little playmate lies Idly rocking, idly rocking In the bay.
Son o' mine, O little son, Has the race indeed been run— Have the storm-clouds turned the blue and gold to grey? God be praised who gave you grace, Strength of heart and will to face Wilder winds upon the death-fields far away; God be praised for lads like you, And for hearts that measure true, Though we turn our brimming eyes To your little brown canoe By the reedy shore that lies All the empty summer through Idly rocking, idly rocking In the bay.
# Marching Men: War Verses/When First He Put the Khaki On

WHEN FIRST HE PUT THE KHAKI ON.
WHEN first he put the khaki on He tried with careful art To seem blasé and casual And play the proper part, But it was plain as plain could be He was a child at heart.
Although he talked in knowing terms Of what "the boys" had done, Likewise of ammunition tests, And how to load a gun, And bragged that in his stocking feet He stood full six foot, one.
Yet all the while the child looked out With mild appealing eyes, Unconscious he was visible Beneath the man's disguise, Nor dreaming what the look evoked In hearts grown mother-wise.
How could he know the sudden pang, The stir of swift alarms, The yearning prayer that innocence Be kept from all that harms, The inner reach of tenderness, And cradling of soft arms?
# Marching Sands

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An American explorer mounts an expedition into the Gobi Desert of Central China to discover a concealed and guarded tribe, the existence of which is to prove an Aryan racial streak in the Chinese. He finds these strange people, and he also finds danger and love. —[Extracted from the review in The Outlook, May 1920.]
MARCHING SANDS
MARCHING
SANDS BY
HAROLD LAMB
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
NEW YORK : LONDON 1920
COPYRIGHT, 1920,
D. Appleton and Company
Copyright, 1919. by
Frank A. Munsey company
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CONTENTS
* chapterpage
* I.The Lost People1
* II.Legends8
* III.Delabar Discourses16
* IV.Warning27
* V.Intruders41
* VI.Mirai Khan52
* VII.The Door Is Guarded65
* VIII.Delabar Leaves80
* IX.The Liu Sha93
* X.The Mem-Sahib Speaks106
* XI.Sir Lionel118
* XII.A Message from the Centuries128
* XIII.The Desert146
* XIV.Traces in the Sand159
* XV.A Last Camp171
* XVI.Gray Carries On186
* XVII.The Yellow Robe197
* XVIII.Bassalor Danek205
* XIX.Concerning a City220
* XX.The Talisman230
* XXI.Mary Makes a Request245
* XXII.The Answer258
* XXIII.The Challenge267
* XXIV.A Stage Is Set280
* XXV.Rifle against Arrow293
* XXVI.The Bronze Circlet302
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# Marching Men: War Verses/Oh, Not When April Wakes the Daffodils

OH, NOT WHEN APRIL WAKES THE DAFFODILS.
OH, not when April wakes the daffodils, And bob-o-links o'er misty meadows ring Their fluted bells, and orchards fleeced with Spring, Go climbing up to crown the radiant hills; Not when the budding balm-o'-gilead spills Its spices on the air, and lilacs bring Old dreams to mind, and every living thing The brimming cup with fresh enchantment fills.
Oh, bring not then the dread report of death,— Of eyes to loveliness forever sealed, Of youth that perished as a passing breath, Of hearts laid waste and agonies untold, When here in every sweet Canadian field Are heaped such treasuries of green and gold!
# Marching Men: War Verses/The Fields Are Green in Canada

THE FIELDS ARE GREEN IN CANADA.
THE fields are green in Canada, And bloom is on the bough, The orchards by the farmhouse Are just a glory now; The thorn-trees by the fences, The lilacs by the door Seem more intent on blooming than They ever did before.
But there are eyes in Canada That cannot see for tears, And there are hearts in Canada Grown weary with their fears, The nesting-birds of Canada, They pipe to deafened ears.
The April woods of Canada Harbour the sweetest things— A flash of lilting rapture Mere recollection brings; Hepaticas and violets And all the fairy train Run out in rosy pathways Subdue the world again.
But who is there in Canada Has any mind to-day To roam the woods of Canada Or count the flowers of May, When Sorrow walks in Canada And Grief has mind to stay?
Yet is there bloom in Canada With scent of other life Plucked from the fields of burning, Snatched from the hands of strife; And they who won it, silenced Just at the turn of dawn, Their names shall long remembered be When ours are dimmed and gone.
They made a song for Canada Shall ring the world around, Though hearts may grieve, yet Canada Forever more is crowned, And these green fields of Canada Henceforth are sacred ground.
# Marching Men: War Verses/The Day He Went

THE DAY HE WENT.
THE morning dawned both bright and clear, That unforgotten day he went, The hills were blue and very near As if for their encouragement.
The rose that was her special care, Had come to color over night, And lifted to the radiant air A bud half-blown—a lovely sight.
He paused a moment by its side, Their mingling glances on it fell, Then his roamed where the hills divide, Taking of them a mute farewell.
He swept the horizon half around, Standing erect with kindling eye That rested where the slope pine-crowned Went climbing up to meet the sky.
And then to her—with one deep look That knit her spirit to his own, Courage and strength of him she took, And heart to face the road alone.
No word was said; the years behind Held no regret; and each to each Gave pledge of what their souls divined Better in silence than in speech.
# Marching Men: War Verses/The Recruit

THE RECRUIT.
THROUGH all the anguish of these days, The haunting horror and the woe, One thought can set my heart ablaze My memory aglow.
It is his look just as he turned After the last good-byes were said, A look as though for him there burned Some beacon-light ahead.
As though beyond the farthest thought Of this dark world's horizon rim, Some star of faith by us uncaught Swung into range for him.
As though his spirit, winged, had flown Past stormy seas on some far quest, And like a bird had found its own Hid in a quiet nest.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Fenton, William Kirkby

​Fenton, William Kirkby, M.A., Trin. Coll., Camb., 1859, from Harrow, lord of the manors of Hartshill and Caldecote, a student of Lincoln's Inn 1 Dec., 1853 (then aged 20), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1859 (eldest son of Kirkby Fenton, Esq., of Caldecote Hall, co. Warwick); born 18 July, 1833.
    Caldecote Hall, near Nuneaton; 8, New Square, W,C.; New University Club.