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January, 1891. Mr. O'Beirne's poetic productions are very dissimilar in theme and treatment; many of them are inlaid with a sympathy which is strongly characteristic of his nature. During the seventies he published two satires which, like the majority of such work, were doomed to premature oblivion. Mr. O'Beirne is an unmarried man.
To poesy I am a friend,
I go with fancy linking, And all my airy knowledge lend
To aid the poet's thinking.
Deem not these little eyes are dim
To ev'ry sense of duty;
Who clad this earth in beauty;
And therefore I am never sad,
A burden homeward bringing, But help to make the summer glad
In my own way of singing.
When idlers seek my honied wine,
In wantonness to drink it,
Like some forbidden trinket.
Some men are reason-proof, and Richard Brown
Oh, thoughtless man! if all your tact
And power to me were given, I would not wound by word or act,
The things beloved of ven.
That so I should not fear the close,
The final rest before me, But lay me 'neath some gorgeous rose
Its dewdrops weeping o'er me.
They came to us as children come
To bless our lonely lives,
That all the rest survives.
That God did ever send,
Desert us in the end.
An end to all our plotting and scheming
And fighting hard against fate's decree; 'Twere better our lives were spent in dreaming 'Neath the marvellous moon by the murmuring
sea; 'Twere better thus as the seasons roll Than to feed the flesh and famish the soul. How Godlike the sun in its rising glory,
The earth how fair—but these sights grow old; Such themes are threadbare in song and story, Let us bow down and worship the God-head
gold. What a God! what a creed! sublimer far The heathen that worshippeth moon and star.
Quoth Nelly “the will of the Lord be done,
But a long farewell to familiar faces,
And now to experience a change of heart;
A thousand miles from the cities mart.
Inscribed upon Nature's liberal face;
How the heart expands in the heat of the chase, While goring the ribs of the indolent plain With a fiery hoof and a reckless rein.
Now truly a happier man am I,
Though the hair be gray'on my upper lip, And never a dollar as yet laid by,
Climbing the hills on some aimless trip; Aye! happier breathing this mountain air Than Wall Street's wealthiest millionaire.
The years flew on as they always fly,
“WE TWO ARE ONE.”
RESPONSE TO A BEAUTIFUL POEM.
Oh! let it never more be said, Our lives are far apart;
Despite the law, we two are wed Who claim a kindred heart.
By whom can we be dispossessed On earth—in heaven above;
Can aught divide us—we who rest Upon each other's love?
MART AND MOUNTAIN.
"Getting and spending we lay waste our lives.”—Wordsworth. We lavish our lives in getting and spending
In reaching to rise or fearing to fall,
And for the rest-care nothing at all.
Thou gav'st thine all without regard To self,—nor gave amiss;
The love that seeketh no rewardThere is no love like this.
BENJAMIN F. SEE.
Thou art beloved, and from this hour, Let peace perch on thy brow,
Misfortune hath no subtle power To separate us now.
Tho' far apart, we two are one, Our hearts are ever near;
The sorrows thou hast wooed and won, But make thee doubly dear.
If scorned by men, and lost to those, The loved of early days,
And left to pine unto the close, Or walk in darksome ways,
I'd share thy path. The chast’ning rod Would doubly prove me true;
If thou wer't lost to man and God. Then would I perish too.
If thou wer't in the gloomy grave, There also would I be
Low bending o'er thy form to crave, Love-room to lie with thee.
Ohio, on the farm where his father, who was from one of the old families of Virginia, had found a home among the first settlers of that locality, as early as 1808.
He had the early education which falls to boys in the country, a large knowledge of farm life and work, and a small knowledge of books; yet with the instinct of a student, he aspired to better things than the country school furnished, and at the age of twenty he found his way to the Ohio Wesleyan University. His work there was honorable to himself and satisfactory to his friends, and in 1856 he was graduated in the classical course.
Mr. See had aspired to a learned profession, but his overtaxed eyesight changed the course of his life, and instead of the law he entered into business vocations; first that of real estate, and then that of farming. From the old homestead in Warren county he moved in 1876 to Wood county, Ohio, where he has since resided, on a beautiful farm.
In 1860 he married Miss Melissa C. Priest, a lady of culture and a pupil in the Ladies' College, in Delaware, while Mr. See was pursuing his studies in the university, in the same town. His marriage has been eminently a happy one. A son and daughter were born from this union.
During the Civil War Mr. See's patriotism was shown in all loyal directions. He volunteered in the Sixty-ninth O. V. I., but was discharged at Camp Dennison on account of defective eyesight, and he was also one of the “Squirrel Hunters ” who mustered in 1862 to save Cincinnati from the expected attack of the enemy.
Of this exciting time Mr. See has written a lengthy poem, which, however, has not been published.
W. G. W.
Living or dead, -beneath, above, By every right divine,
That's based upon the laws of loveI hold that thou art mine.
I care not whose the prior claim, Or in whose trust thou art;
No legal tie, nor change of name, Can counterfeit a heart.
To me all men are much the same,
Their aims and purposes alike; The good repute, the evil fame,
The brawny arm, that's wont to strike; The feebler hand that wields the pen, The homespun and the broadcloth men; All these are merely passers by;
But let one step from out the throng, The soul's flashed light'ning in his eye,
In very scorn for human wrong, And lo! I am beside my friend, Come life, come death until the end.
- The Wanderers in the West.
Alas that love, so sweet a thing, Should ever work such woe.