The age-herald., 1902-04-27
Ware of Kansas and Some of His Poetry.

 Rock.
 And ole Virginia with her noble stock, And sunny Kansas with her woes ana
 glory: These three will live in song and ora
 tory
 While all the others wiih their idle
 claims,
 Will only be remembered as mere Here is another tribute to Kanses call ed "Reqriem:"
 l am raml ling with the rivers,
 ] sm falling with the rain.
 I am waving in the woodland,
 l am growing iE the grain.
 I am marching ir the zephyr,
 I am .ipplinG in the Till,
 I am blooming on the prairie,
 But I live ir Kansas still. IF a mere serious line is a poem called "Millions.' Millions of bad mcn has the world called
 good
 Millions of good the world called black
 and bad Millions of towards, strangely under
 stood Have passed for heroes when they never
 
 Millions of heroes never praise have And cravens will the name of homer rob, Until the pulse of time shall cease to
 throb.
 It might be expected that Kansas poet would pay tribute to John Brown. Here Is what Ware has written:
 When over Africa
  Shall sweep the Iake-gemmed uplands
 with it's surge:
 When, as with trumpet Of archangel Michael Culture shall bid a colored race emerge; When busy cities There, in consultations, Shall gleam with spires and palaces and domes. l With marts wherein Is heard the noise of nations; With summer groves surrounding stately homes There, future orators To cultured freemen Shall tell of valor, and recount with praise
 Stories of Kansas. And of Iacedemon- Cradles of freedom, then of ancient days. From bouevards O'erlooking both Nyanzas The statued bronze shall glitter in the sun
 With rugged lettering:
 JOHN ROWN OF KANSAS: HE DARED BEGIN; HE LOST BUT, LOSING, WON.'' One of Wares best known poems Is that which tells of the legendary visit of Coronado to the plains of Kansas in 1542. If has been copied extensively. Wares poetical description of the making of newspaper using military metaphors as he did, attracted much attention when it came out. It is called ''Type:'' All night the sky was draped in darkness thick;
 From rumbling clouds imprisoned light
 nings swept;
 Into the printers stick, With energetic click, The ranks of type into battalions crept, Which formed brigades while dreaming
 labor slept;
 And ere dawns crimson pennons were unfurled,
 The night-formed columns charged the
 waking world.
 Here is Wares best known poem, ''The Washerwoman' Song:'
 In very humble cot. In rather quiet spot, In the suds and in the soap Worked a woman full of hope; In a sort of undertone: With the Savior for a friend, He will keep me to the end. Not in sorrow nor in glee, Working all day long was she, As her children. three or four, Played around her on the floor; But in monotones the song She was humming all day long:
 With the Savior for a friend. He will keep me to the end" It's song do not sing, For I scarce believe a thing Of the stories that are told Of the miracles Of old But I know that her belief
 Is the anodyne of grief,
 And will always be friend
 That will keep her to the end. have seen her rub and scrub On the washboard in the tub, While the baby, sopped in suds.
 Rolled and tumbled in the duds;
 Or was padding in the pools With old scissors stuck in spools; She still humming of her friend Who will keep her to the end.
 Human hopes and human creeds Have their root in human needs; And I should not wish to strip
 From that washerwoman' lip
 Any song that she can sing,
 Any hope that songs can bring; For the woman has a friend