The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1902-12-15
DR.. LOONEY
IS PRAISED
Roosevelt Likes
Thanksgiving
Ode.
HAS HISTORICAL
| AND LITERARY MERIT
New Poem, In Memoriam, by J.
p. Looney, AN. Ph. D., the
Bard of Hawaii.


Those scoffing persons who made light
| of the Thanksgiving Ode of James Pry-
or Looney, A. M, Phi. D., may be in
terested in the opinion of President
Roosevelt, also litterateur of no mean
celebrity. DR.. Looney permits the Ad-
vertiser to print the Presidents letter
| of acknowledgment and praise as fol-
| lows:
| White House,
| Washington, Nov. %, 1902.
| Personal.
| Dr. j. P. Looney, Lahaina, H. T.
| My Dear Sir Your letter of the
| 9Th instant has been received, and 1
] beg to thank you in the Presidents be-
half for your courtesy in sending him
| the enclosure.
| The President also wishes me to say,
production, your poem has great merit
and deserves the highest praise.
| Very truly yours,
| (Signed) GEO. B. CORTELYOU,
Secretary to the President.
DR.. Looney also contributes the fol-
| lowing poem entitled
IN MEMoRIAM
| HE lives long who lives well,
| Faithful and true while here he may
/ dwell
Henry Ward Beecher.
"And saw a new Heaven and a new
Earth; for the first Heaven and the first
/ Earth were passed away; and there
| was no more sea.'-Rev. 21-1.
These stanzas are inscribed by the
author to the Borrowing family of John
Koopua, who died at Lahaina, Maui,
Dec. IL, 1902; and also to his saddened
| classmates in Lahainaluna Seminary
and to all friends of the deceased.
| will come
When all our ships will safely lie
Within Gods Harbor, bright and high,
Each storm-tossed ship, secure at
/ Home.
And there are ships now anchored there
/
waves
| Of Life's rough sea. While new
made graves
| Have swallowed up our hopes most fair
But those fair ships now lost to view
Have only gained the Heavenly
strand;
For them There's no more sea-
| They stand
With sail-yards furled. The Heaven
New
They have attained The crystal tide
OF Life's eternal now they ply
Toward the Throne, while angels cry
Brave voyagers from earth, in peace
abide"
He might have graced Earth's roll OF
fame,
His faithful soul, his mind so bright
Did Gods own court need their dear
light,
That Death, to fetch His jewel came ?
We cannot know Gods mystic ways,
We cannot see Behind the Throne, .
Twill in the cycled years be known
How He has numbered all our days
| Now let us be content; and we
Shall solace find for every pain.
Our loved ones, we shall meet again
Where's no more parting; mo more
sea +"
o weeping mother, hard it seems
That one young life, SO strong, sc
proud,
Should now be hid beneath a shroud
That blight should fall on thy fond
dreams.
Yes, hard it is that thy soft hand
His dying pillow might not smooth
That by thy voice thou couldst not
sootne
His moments last in Beulah-land
And hard that thou his new made grave
With thy warm tears, might not be
dew,
But stranger-friends. both good ant
true,
Their best attentions freely gave.
While these sad thoughts our tear
command,
Grief more intense another BEARS
That he, in manhoods first brigh
years,
Should fail in this, our sunny land.
Thy loss is great; not one can know
The yearnings that now fill thy heart
The tender Christ will do His part,
With thy deep sorrow, to Him go!
G Love of Christ, o Son SO kind!
May all our hearts now worship Thee
Forgive depraved humanity:
D take US to Thy Heaven divinel
JAMES PRYOR LOONEY.
-~ A-~
James d. Levenson, who was injured
IN runaway accident last week, il
.