Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ... LEAVES OF GOLD the trees their ballots cast, And the forests all are polled, Which will win the suffrage vast -- Crimson leaves or leaves of gold? In the radiant autumn days, Silently on hill and wold, Through the amber-tinted haze, Fall the leaves of red and gold -- Leaves that keep the cruel stain Of the blood of brothers dead, Symbols of a nation's pain: Count them sadly -- leaves of red; Leaves that hold the mellow light Of the stars on banner-fold, Symbols of enduring right: Count them gladly--leaves of gold; Emblems those of dire defeat, Emblems these of courage bold; Which will triumph, which is meet-- Crimson leaves or leaves of gold? By the record of the past, By that story proudly told, By fair freedom won at last, Crimson yields to leaves of gold. By the faith that conquers doubt, Right will triumph as of old. See! The red is fading out, Clearer glow the tints of gold. So, when all the leaves are cast, And the forest vote is polled, With a suffrage wide and vast Victory crowns the leaves of gold. THE STRANGER AN aged man came late to Abraham's tent. The sky was dark, and all the plain was bare. He asked for bread; his strength was wellnigh spent, His haggard look implored the tenderest care. The food was brought. He sat with thankful eyes, But spake no grace, nor bowed he toward the east. Safe sheltered here from dark and angry skies, The bounteous table seemed a royal feast. But ere his hand had touched the tempting fare, The Patriarch rose, and leaning on his rod-- "Stranger," he said, "dost thou not bow in prayer? Dost thou not fear, dost thou not worship God?" He answered, "Nay." The patriarch sadly said: "Thou hast my pity. Go! eat not my bread." Another came that wild and fearful night. Of The fierce winds raged, and...
