And oft in the hills of Habersham, And oft in the valleys of Hall, The white quartz shone, and the smooth brook-stone Crystals clear or acloud with mist, Ruby, garnet and amethyst Made lures with the lights of streaming stone In the beds of the valleys of Hall. But oh, not the hills of Habersham, Downward, to toil and be mixed with the main, The dry fields burn, and the mills are to turn, And the lordly main from beyond the plain Calls through the valleys of Hall. 66 FROM THE MARSHES OF GLYNN 1 As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod, By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God: Pours fast: full soon the time of the flood-tide must be: 1 From Poems of Sidney Lanier. Copyright 1884, 1891, 1916, by Mary D. Lanier; published by Charles Scribner's Sons. By permission of the publishers. Look how the grace of the sea doth go About and about through the intricate channels that flow Here and there, Everywhere, Till his waters have flooded the uttermost creeks and the low-lying lanes, And the marsh is meshed with a million veins, Farewell, my lord Sun! The creeks overflow: a thousand rivulets run "Twixt the roots of the sod; the blades of the marsh-grass stir; Passeth a hurrying sound of wings that westward whirr; Passeth, and all is still; and the currents cease to run; And the sea and the marsh are one. CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL Charles Edward Carryl, father of the gifted Guy Wetmore Carryl (see page 121), was born in New York City, December 30, 1842. He was an officer and director in various railroads but found leisure to write two of the few worthy rivals of the immortal Alice in Wonderland. These two, Davy and the Goblin (1884), and The Admiral's Caravan (1891), contain many lively and diverting ballads as well as inspired nonsense verses in the manner of his famous model. C. E. Carryl lived the greater part of his life in New York but, on retiring from business, removed to Boston and lived there until his death, which occurred in the summer of 1920. ROBINSON CRUSOE'S STORY The night was thick and hazy Carried down the crew and captain in the sea; For they never, never found 'em And I know they didn't come ashore with me. Oh! 'twas very sad and lonely When I found myself the only Population on this cultivated shore; But I've made a little tavern In a rocky little cavern, And I sit and watch for people at the door. I spent no time in looking As I'm quite a clever hand at making stews; Just to keep the tavern tidy, And to put a Sunday polish on my shoes. I have a little garden That I'm cultivating lard in, As the things I eat are rather tough and dry; Prickly pears, and parrot gizzards, The clothes I had were furry, And it made me fret and worry When I found the moths were eating off the hair; I sometimes seek diversion In a family excursion With the few domestic animals you see; Then we gather as we travel, Just to give the day a scientific tone. If the roads are wet and muddy While the Cat is taking lessons on the drum. We retire at eleven, And we rise again at seven; And particular in turning out their toes. JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY James Whitcomb Riley, who was possibly the most widely read native poet of his day, was born October 7, 1849, in Greenfield, Indiana, a small town twenty miles from Indianapolis, where he spent his later years. Contrary to the popular belief, Riley was not, as many have gathered from his bucolic dialect poems, a struggling child of the soil. His father was a lawyer in comfortable circumstances and Riley was not only given a good education but was prepared for the law. However, his temperament was restless; it made him try sign-painting, circus advertising, journalism. In 1882, when he was on the staff of the Indianapolis Journal, he began the series of dialect poems which he claimed were by a rude and unlettered farmer, one "Benj. F. Johnson, of Boone, the Hoosier poet" - printing long extracts from "Johnson's" ungrammatical and badly-spelt letters to prove his find. A collection of these rustic verses appeared, in 1883, as The Ole Swimmin' Hole; and Riley leaped into widespread popularity. Other collections followed rapidly: Afterwhiles (1887), Old-Fashioned Roses (1888), Rhymes of Childhood (1890). All met an instant response; Riley endeared himself, by his homely idiom and his ingenuity, to a countryful of readers, adolescent and adult. Riley's simplicity is not always as artless as it seems. Time and again, one can see him trading wantonly on the emotions of his unsophisticated readers. He sees them about to smile and broadens the point of his joke; he observes them on the point of tears and pulls out the sobbing tremolo stop. He is the poet of sentiment rather than of convictions, of philosophies that never disturb his readers, of sweet truisms rather than searching truths. 66 That work of his which may endure will survive because of the personal flavor that Riley often poured into it. Such poems as When the Frost is on the Punkin” and “The Raggedy Man" are a part of American folk literature; "Little Orphant Annie" is read wherever there is a schoolhouse or, for that matter, a nursery. Riley died in his little house in Lockerbie Street, Indianapolis, July 22, 1916. 66 WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN 1 When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkeycock, And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens, With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest, As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock. They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees, And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees; But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days 1 From the Biographical Edition of the Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley. Copyright, 1913. 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