The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1916-06-12
DR.. WAITE SEEKING
HIS SOUL IN POETRY
Bundles Of Manuscripts De-
livered TO Brother and Will
BE Published.
REFERS TO HEREAFTER

DR.. Arthur Warren Waite Is seeking
his soul In poetry.
With his death In the electric chair
set for a month hence. the murderer Of
his father-in-law and mother-in.law has
turned for the frat time in his life to
expressing his innermost thoughts in
lyric verse. The result has been a COL
lection Of manuscripts. written every
few days with almost Byron,c fuency In
his cell. which 20 10 prove what the
prosecution acknowledsei-that the
dentist Is one ~ the most remarkable
criminals that ever sat in a New York
court.
The bundles OF about nifty poems were
delivered to one Of his brothers, who in
tends to have them published In the hopc
that the public may come to see hat the
doomed mans heart was not wholly
wrapped in darkness. .
Like Oscar Wilde and with a skill in
depicting the most subtle searchings Of
his spirit all the more notable in view
Of his previous lack Of practice In the
art, Or. Waite 10 striving to commune
with himself while cut of from all but
the slightest communion with the outside
world. The stanxas exhibit n feeling
TO- rhythm Of word m thought n a
vivid though often sombre power OF
imagery.
Again and again In many Of them his
mind turns toward the hereafter, as in
the following:
In glad No one returns "a tell the way
ne went and what befeli.
I'm slad ! ,oniy, Sc. With human sight;
dell walk with God nor would
what. after darkness. II. reveals in
N0S uoa With love my heart doth Mi
A. full as nows our freshe, brooklet blue:
=" dsrkness dies. ana day doth thrill.
My nigh. Of sleep shall have II" morn
Dumb lives unwittinsiy tread beneath
my feet are never dead.
But seed and sleep and spring again 10
while. I by precedence. prov. the thread
which chris, eft living In His stead.
And which. like Him, considers not the
Why will mind barter Bite. for Doubt
of tina; sam. his. ~ has found on,
A, such a co.t--at such a cost. I know
oh. when atone -ment comes about. GODS
love suprlanteth every doubt.
Nor need a soul return TO prove " SO
In another he seems 10 characterize
MS WnOle ire. VI pocHn
O L., my lesson other hearts instruct.
That mild and sweet their days may
wrap them round
That from my failure God may now CON
Those vessels ,hapeii.r than they'd else
he found.
wait .he clcse Of day with ou,stre;ched
arms.
long to turn again into tho dark;
while her" my actions others progress
harms.
But footprints lef, are seen and men
will mark.
A. gently down in.o the axes calm blue
one steps and pauscs al the little chill.
And then moves on and only leaves a few
Small ripple. circ!inG far and further
eth.
50, gently move. the image into death
Its passing scarce Of note grows less ana
And all /. psrk-cxcep'. the Living Breath
Unseen 90 eyes Is freed from i,s distress.
Perhaps the Breath lent m. Ia. served
God well.
For some mus, show the false compared
20 true,
And, too. perhaps that's why I heard HIN
tell
That in that Breath I found my own
.ife too.
My own NE 'ound-and may It i've
through Death
To fall in humble ser,itude before
Those souls whose wrongs are riEhtsd h,
that Breath.
Which gives and tskes-snd bolts the
little door.