CURRENT POEMS. OUTCAST. WOMAN and inan, cast out Gaze in each other's eyes; Lo! what outweighs the ban? "We have love," the word of the man. SOLOMON SOLIS-COHEN. -Lippincott's Magazine, September, 1890. GULIELMUS REX. THE folk who lived in Shakespeare's day, The pointed beard, the courteous mien, The doublet's modest gray or brown, The slender sword-hilt's plain device, What sign had these for prince or clown? Few turned, or none, to scan him twice. Yet it was the king of England's kings! -The Century, August, 1890. THE GIFT OF THE SEA. THE dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept and the channel swept The gale in the teeth of the tide. But the widow laughed at all. "I have lost my man in the sea, And the child is dead. Be still," she said; "What more can ye do to me?" And the widow watched the dead, And "Mary take you now," she sang, Then came a cry from the sea, But the storm lay thick on the glass, And "Heard ye nothing, mother," she said; "T is the child that waits to pass." And the nodding mother sighed: Oh, feet I have held in my hand! Oh, hands at my heart to catch! That it might not hurt from the cold or dirt; The widow lifted the latch And strained her eyes to see; And opened the door on the bitter shore There was neither glimmer nor ghost; And "Heard ye nothing, mother?" she said; "'T is crying for me in the dark." And the nodding mother sighed : ""T is sorrow makes ye dull; Have ye yet to learn the cry of the tern, Or the wail of the wind-blown gull?" "The terns are blown inland, The gray gull follows the plow; "T was never a bird the voice I heard; Oh, mother, I hear it now!" “Lie still, dear lamb, lie still; The child is safe from harm. 'T is the ache in your breast that breaks your rest, And the feel of an empty arm." She put her mother aside; "In Mary's name let be! For the peace of my soul I must go," she said; And she went to the calling sea. O Sorrow, Sister Sorrow, thou dost give A MESSAGE. How little the left hand knoweth The deeds that are done by the right, How little the night time showeth Its sorrowful shades to the light! How few of the hearts that are broken Betray to the breaker their grief; How many harsh words that are spoken Alas! for the childlike gladness And alas, and alas, for the sadness That broods like a spirit of pain! Like some spirit of pain, that will hover It is strange that the hands that might lead us Just there is the heavenly light,` And how little the glorious morning --Atlanta Constitution. OUT OF THE SOUTH. A MIGRANT Song-bird I, Out of the blue, between the sea and the sky, Landward blown on bright, untiring wings; Out of the South I fly, Urged by some vague strange force of Destiny, And the maize begins to grow, I have sought, In far wild groves below the tropic line, I have fought This vague, mysterious power that flings me forth into the North, But all in vain. When flutes of April blow NOTES-BIBLIOGRAPHY. 479 'TIS HOME WHERE'ER OUR FLAG IS. 'Tis home where'er our flag is, You may be at Pekin, Paris, Madrid or Ararat; But whereso'er waves that fair, That bonnie banner blue, With stars bedight, with stripes so bright, Sweet home where'er our flag is, If waved from foreign crag 'tis, OLIVE LOGAN. -The Home Magazine, August, 1890. JEFFERY. NOTES. Some very singular mental experiences have fallen to Mrs. Jeffery's lot. One is as follows: She had almost entirely written in prose, though greatly desiring and often attempting to express her thoughts in verse, until one night in 1875 when she thought herself dying-while in great suffering-she composed "Sister Viatoe." Her mind worked so clearly that she went over and over each verse while lying on her bed of pain, and a few days after got it on paper so she could preserve it, since which time she has rarely written in prose, everything coming to her persistently in rhythmical measure and rhyme, sometimes even her letters taking this form, without premeditation. In her "Sister Viatoe" her sister was the "patient watcher" referred to. It was published in the Chicago Tribune immediately, and quite widely copied, though often without credit given to her name. Her exquisite "Blight and Bloom" was first printed several years ago in the Alliance. Thence it was copied into "The Christian Life" department of the Advance, with correct title, signature and credit. After this it was, by actual count, copied into more than one hundred papers and magazines, giving no credit whatever, until it drifted at length into the Evangelical Magazine, to which it has ever since been wrongfully credited. It has also been made into an illustrated holiday book by a southern publishing company, but without signature. GILES. The poet referred to in "Oh, ye Beautiful Hills of Frankfort," is Robert Burns Wilson. MITCHELL. Walter Mitchell was born at Nantucket, Mass., January 22, 1826. He was graduated at Harvard College in the class of 1846; entered the ministry of the Protestant Episcopal Church in 1858; was settled at Stamford, Conn., in the same year; and in 1880 was rector of Trinity Church, Rutland, Vt. He is the author of "Bryan Maurice," a novel, also of a poem delivered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society of Harvard, in 1875. His "Tacking Ship" is remarkable for the nautical accuracy of the description. It is as true to life as any part of the "Shipwreck" of Falconer, while it surpasses that once famous poem in graphic power and freedom of style. E. S. HIGGINSON. Mary Thacher Higginson is the wife of Thomas Wentworth Higginson (vide THE MAGAZINE OF POETRY, vol. II, p 64), "Gifts" was published in Scribner's Magazine for March, 1880, and with the exception of a single sonnet published in St. Nicholas makes up the total of her published poetry. BIBLIOGRAPHY. WORKS CONSULTED IN THE PREPARATION OF THIS NUMBER OF "THE MAGAZINE OF POETRY." DOBSON, AUSTIN. Vignettes in Rhyme and Other Verses. New York: White, Stokes & Allen, 1886, 12mo, pp xx and 278. IBID. At the Sign of the Lyre. New York: White, Stokes & Allen, 1886. 12mo, pp ix and 239. WILSON, ROBERT BURNS. Life and Love. Poems. New York: Cassell & Company, 1887. 12mo, pp ix and 268. SPALDING, SUSAN MAR. Winter Roses. Philadelphia: A. Edward Newton & Co., 1888. 16mo, Pp 24. IBID. Miscellaneous Poems. THAYER, STEPHEN HENRY. Songs of Sleepy Hollow and Other Poems. New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1886. 12mo, pp x and 187. IBID. Miscellaneous Poems. BUTTERWORTH, HEZEKIAH. Poems for Christmas, Easter and New Year's. Illustrated. Boston: Estes & Lauriat, 1885. 8vo, pp xi and 153. IBID. Ballads and Stories for Readings, with Musical Accompaniments. Cincinnati: The John Church Co., 1886. 12mo, pp 112. IBID. Miscellaneous Poems. ARCHIBALD, MRS. GEORGE. Miscellaneous Poems. WILSON, MRS. E. V. Miscellaneous Poems. JEFFERY, MRS. ISADORE GILBERT. Miscellaneous Poems. PANGBORN, FREDERIC WERDEN. Miscellaneous Poems. GILES, ELLA A. Miscellaneous Poems. GRAVES, ALFRED PERCIVAL. Father O'Flynn and Other Irish Lyrics. London: Swan Sonnenschein & Co., 1889. 12mo, pp 128. IBID. Miscellaneous Poems. NEWSAM, WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT. Miscellaneous Poems. HOLLAND, JOSIAH GILBERT. Complete Poetical Writings. Illustrated. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1885. 8vo, pp xi and 513. |