PATHETIC AND THRILLING POEMS
BY WILLIAM SHIRE WILSON
JULY 29TH, 1914 HAMILTON, ONTARIO
PRICE TWENTY-FIVE CENTS EACH
LOVE FOR GOD.
The elements of emotion of human heart Echo and re-echo with throbs of joy, happiness surpassed. The name of God when spoken stirs the heart and cells of mortal beings’ brain, Does it link with “Spirit,” “Angelic,” “Fame” of “Heaven’s” realms? Christian mind on earth can fathom depths— Responsive echoes answer It’s the Love for “God.” Sorrow, bereavement dwell at times in mortal beings, Love of “God” is balm, brings joy, no pain, What so sweet in “Prayer” Love for “God?” Time and Tide wait for none, even tho’ mortal Fame “Jehovah Supreme!” Science never perfection. In thunder and lightning Tide ebbs and flows. In imagination of man Artificial wonders achieve, intellect refines, but in love for humanity The wonders of “God” define Creation. Humanity can never fathom only in “Spirit” and Love for “God.”
Can conception of Mind of Humanity but Admire the wonders of God’s creative Love displayed. As a star darts through space from “Heaven’s” realms. Its destiny in all its glory. A babe To receive mystic enveloped cloud, Linked to Body-Infant claimed. In flowers of earth and emblematic Of Love, Purity and Innocence All one combined To meet its “Christ” and Shepherd In Smile. Life is given Human Frame As Caterpillar then Butterfly, What for! “For Angelic” Fame in Lustre of shining light And for “Jesus” to reclaim.
LOVE IN THE FOREST.
In the still forest echo and re-echo, Sound of rippling stream and splash of swimming trout in playful glee. “Jehovah’s Love” and “Creation” defined; The dusky Indian maiden of the woodlands, daughter of a chief, Softly treads Indian Trail, in water paddled birch canoe, To meet at Lovers’ trysting place, where no white mortal being ever trod. Flowers of the forest droop in beauty as she passes to catch smiles Of Love and Innocence, emblematic of the Flower of the Forest. She smiles. Is it love? The sweet melody of the whippoorwill and songs of birds and twitter of chipmunk, And squirrel swell tones of music thro forest trees in their glee, Is it love? Little log house, House of “God,” where pioneer met with hearty shake of hand, Where “Prayer” and “Love” did grow— Love in the Forest. [unnumbered page]
Now do we care for Landmark or Forest tree, Innocence and Beauty, Axe to cut and leave stump to rot for wealth and glory; Nor hear the cry nor see the tear of Indian hunter, To flee for other woods, To hunt bison and deer for Him, Love in the Forest. In autumn crimson leaf in forest shores, in pioneer log house of “Prayer” Wigwam, Indian Trail, where Life and Love are now no more, In “Spirit Land” and “Spirit Heart,” whispers, Oh, Nature, in its Love and Beauty, Why not let alone to enjoy memories of love, reflections bring back in memory One clasp of hand and glove. The gentle breeze where once crimson leaf in autumn shade did fall, Now do sigh o’er meadows, hill, Indian Trail and glen and soft responsive sweet memories of pioneer Life and Love and Fame, Where once the dusky warrior stood, now in old age memory faded, Of the oak so tall, for Love in your heart for forest dwells in nature and Love defined.
ANGEL’S MESSAGE TO BOY AND GIRL SCOUTS.
(Complimentary to Boy and Girl Scouts in Canada, etc.)
In the realms of Heaven’s Beauty Can Humanity enjoy a more beautiful Gaze Far above the bright blue sky Embodies the radiant splendour of reflections Symbols of dazzling gems of transparent beauty Of the Twinkling Stars. Oh, where is Heaven’s “abode?” Is it not a general centre? God’s abode of transparent beauty! Around it millions of revolving solar systems fly Where Jehovah plants His throne Casting reflections from Sun, Stars, and Moon, Which throw their resplendent beauty Where Mother, Father, Brother, and Sister Long to meet their little Tot Angels and Loved ones Emblematic of “Christ’s” love for little Children “He” stands upon the “Rock of Ages,” Angels surround “Him” He looks through the canopy that surrounds earth Again and again Where once “He” met “His” death for love Of Humanity; A smile upon “His” lips, Among the “Angels” a commotion, They follow “His” gaze across that mighty Gulf, Which separates “Heaven” and Earth, Upon earthly brinks stand, staff in hand The lovely Girl and Boy Scout to do “His” bidding. Is it to train for love or war Among you mighty nations Or is it for Love and comfort to your Christian little Brother and Sister And be auxiliaries To mental strain of the noble man who “Preaches” God’s pleasant and “Holy” Words and whose lips are pure. [unnumbered page]
Is it for war or “Christ” you are training For nations that are great For “Angelic” future in Heaven’s eternity? While on earth to comfort and win Boy And Girl “Scouts.” Purity developed in manhood or sisterhood, Steadfast in “God’s great love Is not the Canopy of “Heaven’s” Grandeur Our Home both rich and poor And Freedom, not the wail of Death, Or cruel Prison Gates’ wail and despair Your message, lovely Girl and Boy Scout, Is to comfort and cheer little Boys and Girls With love and example Trusting in “Christ’s” love, That is the message I will telegraph To my “Angel” Guide by mystic thought, To you may peace, not war, but Love On earth abide.
Kind “Angel” received your message full Of Love. Thanks from Boy and Girl guides in “Prayer” and Joy, The Maple Leaf our emblem in Nature’s gifts First our duty to a Loving “Master Christ” In all its Glory. World progress, sin to fight. Where once prison cell and bar Now Scout drilling and playing ground And prison’s ground laid bare. Where once moans of pain, Sorrow and Remorse Did hear No friend had they but grief and fear, Until brave Scouts come near The Devil revels in glory. The Bugle calls he must go General rout no future despair. Forgive and Forget, Next our Duty call in war, To arms, homes “protect” Loved ones dear Sister scouts “wound to dress,” no fear. For Scouts are near. ‘Tis sad war should be, but calls to us the front King and Country, in love, shed our blood For Supremacy, “In mystic thoughts,” ‘Tis the answer We give to thee “Sweet Angel in Prayer.”
FORGIVE AND FORGET.
To forgive is “Angelic” test for “Christ is blest. Noble actions, elements of hand, heart and love, Display. To forget drives all unkind Thoughts away, From mortal beings. Development of mind, refinement Proof and test to forget. Balm, to heart and hand in “God’s” [unnumbered page] Creative designs. One effort of Thought, in Time, Refines the Christian mind, In mystic thoughts for Humanity love for them defined.
Procrastination, the Thief of Time with Drooping eyelids. Sleep begins before ebb of Time In Christian love. Duty refined Your love and interest for your employer Love defined The lily, Rose and flowers of the forest in Emblems combined. Purity, Love and Innocence For Christian brother and sister. Refinement In Emblems, Business defined. Happy hearts, “Spirit” prompts Us in duty, our employer gladly finds Beauty—Roses on the cheeks Can “fade” Responsive echo Beauty is not color, but “Christ’s” love defined in smile.
CREATIVE BEAUTY AND HUMANITY.
As Beauty a “Heavenly Gift Divine,” In conception of Talent or Definition, Vocabularies eulogized defined. In realms of “Heaven’s” splendor can be searched To find in solar systems in general revolve, Can Science in its great searches find, beyond The pretty blue sky. Where earth once formed In darkness intense. From whence in metallic orb in Shape did glide, in pretty “Heaven’s” space, Through dark crevices it sped between darkness, and New formed sky of transparent beaut of twinkling Stars to seek an orbit to revolve In gaseous vapors from revolve for Future Home Humanity’s Gifts Divine, A Hardened Crust, from Pole to pole, with carpets of moss untold, Upon this heated Earth of matter rock, from Speed and, Velocity as it turns. Down from creative clouds and atmosphere Pour torrents of rain, to fill crevices in Mother rock, ready To receive in basins, seas, oceans, rivers and lakes. Mother rock, carpets of moss decay, strata to lay for Trees and vegetation to grow, and water flow. Now a tinkling planet star in its beauty This new world now dotted, green meadows, seas, lakes and rivers in Their glory reflections of resplendent beauty of this Twinkling star, from waters pure. Can Talent otherwise Define dazzling beauty of transparent gems of “Heaven’s” realms Jehovah’s Creation In Beauty defined [unnumbered page]
Then comes Humanity in “Divine” form and beauty To rule our Earth’s “Paradise” Infant, Purity, Love and Innocence “Gift” of “God.” For perfection belongs only to “Jehovah” supreme in all its glory A kiss from “Jesus” on Infant’s brow, “His” Love supreme, developed in manhood womanhood Brings Beauty’s form and smile, Beauty defined. Roses on the cheeks and health can fade, but the Love of “Jesus” that Springs from brain cells and active Heart in smile, And dimple on face, elements of Beauty of Humanity, Beauty defined. For beauty of a smile of “Jesus,” in humanity is for Eternity and can never fade, Beauty again defined.
KETAWA, THE LITTLE INDIAN CAPTIVE’S PRAYER.
Tears may fall, but joy to come. Through wigwam, through forest trees, In silent tread, softly through green, And crimson leaf, where acorns grow, To knoll of moss, his little place of “Prayer” On bended knees, and clasp of little hands And curls hanging o’er brow, He looks and gazes with smiling hazel eyes In mystic thoughts “of Christ” beyond The pretty sky. Traits he learns of Indian tribe, not to cry, For cruel beech gad and lash teaches him not To cry, to know their wish, not afraid to die, In snake-like crawl, in Indian form with tomahawk Scalping knife, chief Ma-am-boo called The running Deer In Indian instinct closer to his little victim In war paint, hawk feather and uplifted Arm, to strike with aim, And curly scalp to lift He listens to little victim’s “prayer” to “God” Covered with hanging scalps of white mortal beings Both young and old. He sees the Chief, I love you chief, why strike me, the boy cries I love you and nature’s forest with flowers bright And now no father on earth but you The chirp of chipmunk, birds and cowbell Through forest ring, music in soft responsive Echoes through the trees, flowers in gems of glory Nature’s gifts “of God” to light the green and crimson Forest, in nature’s love. The missing Chief Ma-am-boo and victim From Indian wigwam missed by Sa-chems and, Warriors, in war paint of green, on scent and run on, Path or Indian trail, follow on Chief’s path, To revel on little victim’s pain, [unnumbered page] For to be missed and found means death The head Chief Ma-am-boo they behold, Standing erect with folded arms, then, Upon his knees beside Ketawa in “Prayer” A little arm around Chief’s neck, and Tears held back, tears in Indian and Chief and in eyes of Indian Chief’s Sa-chems. Did now flow to meet rippling stream in Response to echo through the hillside glen And dale of forest in its course birch canoe to row Forgive and forget as we want to do, To trouble Pale face for Sa-chems friends. To Help hunt the Deer and Bison too. You know Brother Sa-chems and warriors, the white man May and may not be, for Greed of Gold And drive us from our hunting grounds, where Bison roamed, prairies, where pitched Our homes and our wigwams lie. Back, back, Red man of the forest cries The Pale face, what care we for Forgive And Forget. The wood of the forest and flower, Innocence and Beauty and rotted stump, where Once Sa-chems with their warriors stood Under that old oak trees in Indian council That in all its Nature and Beauty dug up To clear land for Pale face, for wealth And Glory, what say you to this Brave Chief Ma-am-boo, from your Indian Braves. We fought the white man to protect our homes, And hunting grounds. Now poor Red Indian Has to go; Ma-am-boo with folded arms And uplifted head and arms, stretched forth, Hand pointed towards pretty sky “Warriors, Sa-chems from words of Foster Son,” Ketawa in “Prayer.” Did teach me. ‘Tis good to Forgive and Forget In Humanity all colors of race In “Spirit Land” all the same. For the “Great Spirit” tells Ma-am-boo Loves the forest in Primitive Glory, in Its Nature and Beauty. Time rolls on Forest swept away by axe and plow, Tree and clay near once loved Stream. To build “Church” House of “Prayer,” For Indian, Pale face, Ketawa and Papoose too. Now friends of Indian Sa-chems orators of the past, Peace at last. Ma-am-boo, Ketawa hand in hand Leads foster son, little chief, through forest trails To meet loved ones, his home now free from grief. ‘Tis well, Ma-am-boo Indian Sa-chem chief Met him, in captive fate, for He taught me by “Prayer,” that there is a “loving” Saviour for all Even the Red man too, For in “Prayer,” the little captive knew [unnumbered page]
ALBERTA, THE INDIAN CAPTIVE’S PLEA.
In the far West, untrodden by Pale Face, Where grass so green, where Deer and Bison, Roam, where sparkling streams teemed With fish and water fowl, and Indian in birch Canoe row, hunt in forest, prairie, Under “Heaven’s” Canopy. In silent wigwams Sa-chem Warriors meet, oratory flows from Sa-chem’s lips, Alberta’s pioneer child Little knew, what future fate in store To endure. She pleads oh! Indian why so cruel, My loved ones, memory so sweet Oh take me not to stake, unbind my cords, When wounded chief Lay faint on ground, no friend had he, Relief I gave and bound his wound On Indian trail. In silent tread Through forest flowers in their beauty, Would think Red man have pity. Through pathless forest Roams with captive Pale Face maiden, Reserved for stake, torture to endure, Oh, Sa-chem warriors, in all your glory Let me plead Once more, I love you Red man and forest. Too. On prairie, wide and long, nature’s gifts In your wigwams, no prison like Pale- Face, so dreary, but Freedom not, Despair. For poor Red man, game plenty Eat and live in glory. With folded arms, Great Sa-chem warrior stood, to answer Alberta Many moons gone by, when game and bison Plenty, on our happy hunting grounds Sa-chem warrior orators not needed. Pale Face Across the briny sea, want our forest, land and our hunting grounds. Crooked tongue promise, never fulfil With bullet thin our game and drive Red man back. Back, back, Red man of the forest, We want your trees to make cabins, land to Till and game to kill. Back, Red man, back. Tear in eye poor Indian, we want your bison. And deer of the forest Gold, gold, untold glory Around council tree, Sa-chem warriors Gather, in anger, love for Pale Face now no more, Bow and arrow, tree in nature give, Deer hide, to twang bow, arrow fly True to aim, heart to pierce, arrow sure, but, Bullet quick. On pretty spot nature’s gift, once wigwam stood, Now on other grounds Red man takes his stand, Back, back, Red man Nature’s gifts for us. [unnumbered page] What are we, where Red man goes Where dew deer and bison, now roam Back, back, Red man, we want, Your home and hunting grounds, more, Pale Face to grow. Now Pale Face maiden Speak to me, Sa-chem warrior, her Answer, sorrow conquer Pale Face greed, Small piece land Pale Face give, for Indian corn to grow, Pale Face captive sorry too, With swift steps, towards Pale Face maiden Rushed Re-ha-woo, daughter of Sa-chem chief Hold in anger, lest you strike sister, Of the forest. Listen to the music and warble Of the birds, moan of fawn, bison and deer And hiss of angry King snakes, her forest Playmate, she holds so dear, she pleads For Pale Face, Indian maiden’s sister As flowers of the forest trodden under feet When Indian brother in wounded state Brave good Pale Face bound his wounds, Indian, Red man, no forget, Pale Face reaches sister, “Great Spirit” Loves all men, Indian, Papoose, Pale Face maiden too One Love, Christian Faith Forgive and Forget Our future fate Sa-chem warriors, answer, tell the Pale Face maiden, Alberta She is free. [unnumbered page]