Edward Smyth Jones Long Poems

• 1. The Bachelor's Song
  While I keep my lonely hall,
  You are welcome one and all,
  As I sing my little song;
  Stay, I'll cheer you all day long -
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• 2. Lula Johnson's Song
  Written in Quinn Chapel, A. M. E. Church, Ninth and Walnut Streets, Louisville, Ky., Wednesday evening, October 16th, 1907, while Miss Lula E. Johnson was singing "Ave Maria."
  
  
  I have heard the mock-bird singing when the orchards were in bloom,
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• 3. Dainty Dora
  TO D. M. M.
  
  
  Greeks once sang a lovely song
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• 4. To J. S. B
  On seeing her December 25th, 1904, after two years' travel.
  
  
  Take, fair maid, these simple lines
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• 5. O God, Wilt Thou Help Me In School?
  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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• 6. Not Yet A Poet
  Aye! many a rhyme my pen has flown,
  In oblivion, all unknown;
  Still many more, perchance, I say,
  Float on in one unbroken lay -
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• 7. Harvard Square
  '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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• 8. An Ode To The Soldiers' And Sailors' Monument
  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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• 9. The Sylvan Cabin - A Centenary Ode On The Birth Of Lincoln
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  O, fairest Dame of sylvan glades,
  We come to pay thee homage due,
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