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Abrabam Lincoln, Tbe Marginal Man,

And Other Poems



Copyright, 1916
E. H. Carr. Tuckahoe, N. Y.

Abraham Lincoln, the Marginal Man,


Possibilities fine.

l.eave wide margins by his life's line.


The night is not at hand.

Glories yet for this Marginal Man.

Remembering the phrase, but not the reference
to Abraham Lincoln as a marginal man.

Abraham Lincoln, Pioneer

Abraham Lincohi,
Man of Nations,

Pioneer of Civilization.

With heart as large as the human race.

Democracy written in his face;
With an eye that's rarely seen,
Flaming love beams.
We love thee, too,
Abraham Lincoln.
Man of Nations,

Pioneer of Civilization.

Pioneers of Civilization

Those who dwell in lonely places.
Those who pioneer the Xation.
Men of every station,
Men of tine vocation,
Content to dwell alone.
Quite unknown save by the Lord,
By Him all known and adored.

This their joy of life
Amidst the frontier strife: —

Influence shed upon the few.

Life exuberant, true.

Known by the Lord of Nations

As Pioneers of Civilization.

Memories of the West.


Hyphenated Music

Blow, lads, blow,

Martial music for a show!

Bulge your cheeks,

Bulge your eyes,

Blowing hard from morn till night.

Surely martial music's right!

Drum, lads, drum,

Martial music! Make it hum!

Pound your ear-drums,

Pound your drums,

Pounding till the day is done,

Pounding on till kingdom come.

Blow, lads, blow.

Blow for country — not for show.

Bulge your cheeks,

Bulge your eyes.

Till you see Old Glory rise.

Finest standard of the skies!

Drum, lads, drum.

Drum from now till kingdom come.

Pound the snare-drum,

Pound the bass.

Till your ear-drums split in tw^o,

For your country and for you.

On seeing two buglers and two drummers,
mere youths, playing martial music advertising
a show.



The day is bright,

Our hearts are light,

How can we go to church!

The days of rain

Are not in vain.
Holy, they to the Lord remain.

With chauffeur and wife,

As happy as life,

Our children with us. too,

For the sun does shine

And the road is fine —
What else could a churchman do?


The day is dreary,
The rain uncheery,
How can we go to church!

The days of light

Are all just right.
Holy, they to the Lord of might.

We'll doze by the fire

And think of the choir.

The children may stay at home, too.
For the day that's dreary
Makes us all so weary —

What else could church-folks do.^


I am so awfully lonely
1 don't know what to do,
And I got hold of lonesomeness
A-thinkin' now of you.

I wonder what the ache is
In the region of my heart.
It must be that you and I
Are miles and miles apart.

Now when are you a'comin',
That T may see my dear.
And feel the comfort in my soul
That's there when you are near.

September Humidity

Vou know it in the morning
When first you ope your eyes.
A kind o' achy feelinj>-
That tells you not to rise.

Vou know it at the noon-day
When the dinner's pretty bad
You know it in the evening—
The worst you ever had.

You're glad the day is over,
If such days are to come,
And hope it will be ages,
'Ere you see another one.

Along the Atlantic Coast.


The Rim and the Center

On the outer edge
Of the press

Are the brothers of the Central Man:
"He is mad, we'll take him home,"
They said.

On the outer edge
Of the crowd,

Midst street's noisy throng
Stands an unbeliever
Watching the Preacher.
"He's a fool — not for me!"
Said he.

On the rim
Of the world,
Stand the heathen millions

"Come unto me — come to my tryst,"
Calls the Christ.

In the center,
Close to the heart
Of the lovely Christ Divine,
Find me, the world's fool.
"Christ, highest of the high,"
Say I.

The Salvation Army Band

A wondrous bit of music
Was played this afternoon;
The Salvation Army Band
C ame marching to a tune.

The occasion was a funeral —
A soldier of the Lord —
The tune the band was playing
Made all of one accord.

My soul, it lived in Heaven,
Where blessed saints abide;
1 fellowshipped with heavenly ones,
F'or whom the Savior died.

This band of earth's Salvationists —
To, sin how they have died!
How glad I was to see them
And know the Blood applied.

A God who can redeem
Mankind from all its crime,
Is the God who has the victories
In every land and clime.

Grant then to me such music —
With its world redeeming songs —
There's nothing like it anywhere
To save my soul from wrong.

Grant then to me such music
While on this earth of strife,
And I shall never know the line
Twist earth's and heaven's life.

On hearing the Salvation Army Band in
Rochester, N. Y., on their way to bury a com-

The Dells of God

There is a place upon the earth

Which opens, in surprise,

The wondrous realms of glory

To every Christian's eyes.

Tt is the place of precious grace,

Where the Spirit splits the skies.

Angels of joy.

Upon the ladder, heaven sent.

In these dells of God,

Where the Gospel's trenchant.

A\here the Spirit lifts.

And the great trees wave acknowledgment.

A summer's dav in Highland Park. Rochester,
N. Y.


Struggling Children

Two little daughters with a hag of coal.
Pulling and tugging with all their soul.
Master Christ, enthroned patiently.
When shall end such iniquity!

This family's road is hard and rough,
Though the earth is fruitful — for all enough.
When shall the State ari>e with might
And feed and clothe its citizens right.

if men must strive for things at all,
Let strife be for the food of the soul.
A struggle for ideals is worth the while —
But who can bless the struggling child.

On seeing two little girls, un a hot summer's
(lay dragging a bag of coal from freight yards,
in Yonkers, N. Y.


Blessings on. the Baby!

Of all the cunning little things,

So sweet and pure and lovely,

I take this baby in my arms,

And thank the Lord for all its charms,

And watch and coo,

And make ado,

With lovely baby.

For all the blessed hopeful ways,

Of Christian men and brothers,

I ask for baby in my arms,

I ask the Lord of all men's charms.

May this child grow.

And come to know

The joy of loving others.



This is the day of all the days,
And this the lovely morn,
On which your many, many friends.
Give thanks that you were born.

The New Year

Watch the clock on New Year's eve,
Watch the old year take his leave;
He's been good, old chap, to you,
Brought you fortune, as to few.

Greet the new year with a smile.
He is born to you a child;
Bring him up in simplest wavs.
Help him bravely end his days.


Perfect Love

Why should I write of the whole of life
When but part of life is done;

Rut T can write of the whole of love.
For the whole of love is come.

At Calvary

When sin did its worst — at Calvary-
God kept his faith in men:

When love did its best — at Calvary-
Why shouldn't we love Him then?


Evening Is Morning

It is always evening to some of earth's folks,
To others the same evening is morning.

When we stand by our dead.

It surely is night —
To them it surely is morning.


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