Edward Smyth Jones Head Poems

  • 1.
    Oh! What is living but moving about,
    Buoyed up with hope and crushed down by doubt?
    What is the draught of breath we harp on as life?
    Naught but a sip of peace, a cup full of strife -
    ...
  • 2.
    I then acted as agent for the "Zion Record," published by Rev. R. A. Adams, 39 St. Catherine Street, Natchez, Miss., until August 20, 1902. Knowing that there was a dormitory to be built for girls at Alcorn, I went there, hoping to get work and to be there when school opened. On arriving, I failed to get employment. I had no money. The Boarding Hall was run by boys who stayed over summer. Finding I was unemployed, they refused to let me take meals with them. There I was - friendless and penniless - without a bite of bread and nowhere to lay my head. To drive the wolf of starvation away and to keep from being devoured, I made arrangements with President Lanier to cut wood for something to eat, until school opened Sept. 2, 1902.

    When school opened, the Faculty met the first day and distributed the positions to the eligibles. On going down to the Hall to take my first meal, to my surprise I found I had been awarded the position of waiter. To hold a position, or even remain on the Campus, one must matriculate within three days after school starts, if there when it opens, or after he arrives, if not. I then wrote home for the matriculation fee ($13), as I had labored there all summer. As that letter was sealed my destiny was sealed in it. It was one that hauled my anchor of hope; yes, one to bring glad tidings of great joy and crowning success, or the gloom of disastrous failure. Thus, having my hope sealed, I wrote across it "In Haste!"

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  • 3.
    'Tis once in life our dreams come true,
    The myths of long ago,
    Quite real though fairy-like their view,
    They surge with ebb and flow;
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  • 4.
    Thou most majestic Queen of sculptural art,
    What learnë"d architect designed thy throne?
    Who traced thy stately form in head and heart,
    And sent the sculptor forth to carve the stone?
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  • 5.
    I

    O, fairest Dame of sylvan glades,
    We come to pay thee homage due,
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