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Poems, by John L. Stoddard. Author of “The Stoddard Lectures,” “The Stoddard Library,” “Poems,” etc., etc. Geo. L. Shuman & Co., Chicago and Boston (1917). 386 pages. $5.00.
On the page immediately preceding the table of contents:
They called him mad, — the poor, old man,
Whose white hair, worn and thin,
Fell o’er his shoulders, as he played
His cherished violin,
Forever drawing to and fro
O’er silent strings a loosened bow.
At times on his pathetic face
A look of perfect rapture shone,
Intent on some celestial chords,
Discerned by him alone;
And sometimes he would smile and pause,
As if receiving loud applause.
So, many a humble poet dreams
His songs will touch the human heart,
And full of hope his offering lays
Before the shrine of Art;
Poor dreamer, may he never know
That he too draws a silent bow!
In the Forum: a Peter Pauper Press edition.