BLACKWELL FAMILY ALICE STONE BLACKWELL SUBJECT FILE Spanish-American Poems - Translations by Alice S. Blackwelllong, each night, ere lying down, Long, ere I seek my [couch] bed [at] each night, I [at] to the stars look up And of their stillness [calmness] drink my fill, Like a sweet sleeping - cup. From the gold - sprinkled space mine eyes Draw thoughts and feelings new; The soul is clarified, made pure, Washed in the azure blue. [She] It washes off the colored hues, The lies the day has lent - False joys, false flatteries + smiles, False pain + false lament. Strengthened I fall asleep at last, Bathed in the starry gleams; And then a web of star[s??????]light fair Is woven in my dreams. 66 Dear Lord, I for a brother make request Innocent and without defense: the nest From its small feather ring delicious trills On its wee pillow cushion follow birdlings larn to fly And song, thou sayest, is a thing device The wing is of the heavens clear and high Sweet be thy breeze that rodes it to & fro And sweet thy moon that silvers it by night [And] strong be right thy branch that holds [And fair] Beautious it up in air the dew that lends it jewels bright Oh, turn asid the wind's [unfet?] wing That might destroy it with [a] the rough caress And turn aside the glance that seeks for it Eyes all on fire with evil eagerness Thou [that] who dost blame me when 2 I martyrize Thy creatures, delicate & fine & fair dainty fair The lilies with their airy cups of snow The little pinks with purple flowers in air: Oh, guard its form with gentle tenderness! Touch it with love, there set on its branch apart! It shivers trembles in the wind as 'twere a child [It] The birds nest heart the semblance of a heart! The nest is like a heart, a human heart. HOW IS MOTHER? By Sh.Frug. 1. What's the news, brother, at home? How is old mother? Ah, do not forget her, do not slight her,--- She is not a fashionable lady (lit. "dame") 2. She is XXX of the old world (olden times) When people used to believe That only genuine, strong hero Should be honored by the people 3. Only he who knows the people's pain The bitter and heavy (pain, understood) And bears its yoke, and feels its heart And weeps with its tears. 4. And feels happy, fresh and strong When God demands shedding The last warm drop of blood, To go unto death for their (people's) sake. 5. The old mother had once had Giants like that, Who had shows strength Without measure, to the world. 6. She (the mother) used to kiss their every wound, Wash them with her tears, How is the dear old lady? What news is heard of her? Sisters Three Teashop 39 East 53rd Street 3341 Plaza BACK. By Sh.Frug I ride back, thoughtful and mute A cold wind is arising, Clouds of dust and sand are blowing (chasing about) The old forest is screaching and growling,... The windstorm is is screaching and growling Clouds are spreading o every side... Wolves howl, dogs bark.. It thunders and lightens from a distance Pigs grunt (wildly) in the village... The upheaval grows faster and louder, Here it throws down a fence, There is breaks walls, here tears down roofs... The night is cold, the night is black-- It seeths (lit. "boils") with enmity, hatred, revenge... Homeward, homeward, my sickened heart!... Homeward my desolate soul!... Sisters Three Teashop 39 East 53d Street 3341 PLAZA THE MOTHER'S WAIL (COMPLAINT) By Sh.Frug. 1. In dust and in dirt, Her possessions lost, Lost also,her last joy.... Dried up and at the end of her bloom, And scarcely alive (lit. "aflicker") Does the soul remain in her. 2. She lies near the road Days go by Months and years go by. She thinks without ceasing: "What has happened to you, My son,my only son ?" 3. If all is well with you there, Then still do recall How I am fated to suffer Recall how long Lies wretched (desolate,alone) and ill The old widow of Zion. 4. And if things are hard for you, Then come hither, Come,child of mine,home to your mother: Together both joy and sorrow to experience, And live and die together!Sisters Three Sisters Three Teashop 39 East 53d Street 3341 PLAZA PRICE, $1.50The way of God is in the waters And all his pathways hid Nevertheless they will become visible When the great day arrives, All the vast trials of Providence The clear ways of God Will show their aptness (fitness), To every living creature (soul), Therefore let us be silent In meet humidity spiritual lewdness And True divorce (?) gruttiness meekness In storms of every kind. Every hard (???) in according to a desger (?) of you And on it is riding The great Lord of the storm. v - v - v - v v - v - v - David Charles 408 6th Ave [Dr?id] [*Welsh poem*]Thou wondrous tent, thou rustling tapestry Of emerald lace, that Nature's pitying hand Has raised beside the barren road where goes bent beneath his load of The pilgrim, burdened with his many woes Weary & solitary, through the land! What hapless heart, unfortunate & sad, In thy protecting shelter, gracious true Has not forgotten all the tears it shed And, near thee, set itself to sing with thee? The Praise of Wales Talhaarn Land of my heart, all hail to thee! Succesful mayst thou ever be! Blest be they maidens fair to see, Thy valiant sons and strong! Sweet is thy wondrous history: It makes my heart burn hot in me. Long as my blood beats warm and free I'll love the land of song! Land of my fathers, dearest land! I love they mountains dark & grand, Gray crags that o'er the valley stand, With clouds communing near; Vales and rich meadows, green and cool, Pure streams & many a brimming pool, Reflecting blossoms beautiful Within their waters clear. [*Dallinger*]HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES U. S. COMMITTEE ON EDUCATION WASHINGTON, D. C SIXTY-EIGHTH CONGRESS FREDERICK W. DALLINGER CHAIRMAN BOSTON OFFICE 530-31-32 LAWYERS' BUILDING 11 BEACON STREET TEL. HAY. 4322 Boston, Mass. July 24 1924. Dear Miss Blackwell: I want again to express my appreciation of your support and to assure you that I shall not forget your kindness in having signatures secured in your neighborhood. As the day is fast approaching when nomination papers should be filed, they should be returned to me within a week. Very sincerely yours, Fred W. Dallinger THIS STATIONERY BOUGHT AND PAID FOR PERSONALLY- 3-A - Guy W. Talbot, Pres. Pacific Power & Light Company, Portland, Ore. W. A. Breckenridge, Sr. Vice-Pres, Southern California Edison Co. Los Angeles Paul B. McKee, Gen. Mgr., The California-Oregon Power Company, Norman Reed, Vice-Pres. & Gen.Mgr. Colorado Power Company, Denver, Sidney R. Inch, Vice-Pres. & Gen.Mgr. Utah Power & Light Company. Here are the organizations which cooperated in the formation of the American Committee: ENGINEERING AND TECHNICAL SOCIETIES American Electro-Chemical Society American Institute of Consulting Engineers American Institute of Electrical Engineers American Institute of Mining and Metallurgical Engineers American Society of Civil Engineers American Society of Mechanical Engineers American Engineering Council Association of Iron and Steel Electrical Engineers National Research Council The Society of Naval Architects and Marine Engineers The Society of Industrial Engineers BUSINESS ASSOCIATIONS INTERESTED IN POWER American Boiler Manufacturing Association American Petroleum Institute Association of Edison Illuminating Companies Electrical Manufacturers' Council National Association of Manufacturers National Electric Light Association Stoker Manufacturers' Association United States Chamber of Commerce Southern Appalachian Power Conference And we might add MUNICIPALITIES AND CITIES None LABOR ORGANIZATIONS International Association of Electrical Workers ECONOMIC, SOCIOLOGICAL, OR POLITICAL SCIENCE ASSOCIATIONS None PROGRESSIVE, CIVIC, OR REFORM ORGANIZATIONS None It is natural and right that business men at the head of the private power corporations should be included in any Conference of this kind, to present their experience and point of view. The duplicity of the scheme, however, lies in the fact that with one exception all the public officials and Bureau men selected as Directors or speakers from the United States are private ownership men and have proved their hostility to public ownership by their official acts. So far as the people are concerned they might just as well be the paid officials of the companies instead of the paid officials of the people. 1 The baby loves the mother's breast 2 And I my country, first & best. God knows how dear, within my breast, I hold the land of song. [And I my country, sweet & blest.] 3 God only knows how sweet, dear how best, 4 I hold the land of song. And I my country, sweet & blest God knows how dear, within my breast,THE DALLINGER VOLUNTEER CAMPAIGN HEADQUARTERS 5 3 0 L a w y e r s' B u i l d i n g 11 Beacon Street, Boston, Mass. August 6, 1924. THE WEEKLY BULLETIN Mayors of four Bay State cities have announced their indorsement of Congressman Frederick W. Dallinger's candidacy for the Republican nomination for the United States Senator. Communications assuring Mr. Dallinger of support have been received from these municipal executives: Hon. Richard B. Coolidge, Medford; Hon. Charles P. Pearson, Gardner; Hon. John V. Kimball, Malden; Hon. Stephen S. Bean, Woburn. "Let the people of this State, particularly the residents of Cape Cod, be assured that the Cape Cod Canal Bill will be passed by the Senate", says Congressman Dallinger. "The Bill, already adopted by the House, should be passed by the Senate at the coming Fall session. If it is not, I promise the bill will become law the following session, if I am elected Senator." The Democratic Boston Globe, calm and honest in its reasoning, has presented much food for thought on the Senatorial contest, at various times during the last few months. Here are some excerpts: Dallinger would make a formidable candidate. Dallinger has established a reputation as a great vote-getter***Nor could Mr. Gillett, at his times of life (he is 73) have looked forward with much pleasure to the kind of campaign he will have to make (in November), perhaps with defeat at the end of it*** Probably no other Speaker since the beginning of government has been less familiar in his own State***Mr Gillett, if he is nominated, will probably not carry on such an active canvas as Governor Cox would have conducted***Dallinger is an able campaign worker and could hold his own on the stump***Dallinger is an indefatigable worker. The Wakefield Daily Item has this to say of the campaign: "Congressman Gillet is in his 70s and should he be elected he would be over 80 before the expiration of his term, with slight possibilities for re-election, whereas Congressman Dallinger is in his 50s and therefore on this point alone is a more logical candidate." "Tell the Volunteers and the thousands who have indorsed my candidacy that I am profoundly grateful for their wonderful assistance in preparing my nomination papers which were filled Monday", says Candidate Dallinger. "the untiring work of the Volunteers, resulting in more than 40,000 signatures on my papers, 39,000 more than required by law, which I believe to be a record, has been most inspiring. It has greatly increased my everpresent conviction that the principle of "square deal" for which we all are fighting will be crowned with glorious victory on September 9." Sweet is they wonderous history To beat may love to fervency To rouse " " " " To wake " " " " To waguity (?) my love for thee To make more strong my love long To kindle more my love for thee-2- The "Telephone for Dallinger" campaign being conducted among women throughout the State is spreading like wildfire. Miss Elsie P. Briggs of Brookline, who has charge of this part of the drive, is receiving scores of encouraging reports daily. Congressman Dallinger has received a safety razor, a gift from a New York concern. Inclosed was a penny to appease the superstition that a sharp-edged gift severs friendship unless the smallest coin of the realm is given in payment. Mr. Dallinger will keep the razor, also his beard. He has turned the much-needed penny over to his campaign fund. "It looks mighty good for Dallinger", says Volunteer Edward E. Chapman of Mendon, who is carrying the message to the entire western part of the state, urging every thoughtful voter to "Dig for Dallinger", to "Take off his coat" and work for him. Mr. Chapman will call on you soon. Be ready with a helping hand to make success doubly certain. Congressman Dallinger will start next Monday on his speaking tour of the State. Accompanied by several prominent Republicans, he will open this feature of his campaign in Boston and will visit all large centers of population. Warren S. Patten, Sec'y. Dallinger Campaign Committee 7 Linnaean Street, Cambridge, Mass. Columbus. From the Spanish of the Mexican poet Justo Sierra. By Alice Stone Blackwell. Columbus, if my weak and powerless lay A worthy echo of thy fame could be, Then must I needs, in poesy divine, Find a new world, as thou didst in the seal I shall not dare so greatly. If my voice Is raised to hymn thy memory, mighty man! It is but to fulfill the duty laid Upon my heart as an American. Bird of the sea, whose waves forever sing Thy passion and thy victory in thy quest! It has pleased heaven my fragile nest to hang Upon thy glory's everlasting nest; 'Tis for that reason, o Columbus! now, With deep emotion in my heart for thee, Worth from the breast of the stern sepulchre I would evoke thy glorious memory. Let thy shade rise above its holy stones, And then my happy Muse, in homage meet, Will bend the knee, O Mendicant august! Low in the dust before thy sacred feet. Who is this man? What purpose leads him on? What seeks he 'mid the red of Western skies? Why rests a shade forever on that brow? Why glows a flame forever in those eyes? A visionary? Yes! Whene'er the gloom Begins to lift from some horizon gray, The heart to see the hour when hope shall change Into the earliest gleam of dawning day; When an Athenian of the hemlock drinks, When on our dark path a new star shall rise, Or when the sun of human souls bursts forth And upon Calvary a just man dies- 'Tis that the sacred torch of the ideal Glitters in some poor visionary's hand. 'Tis from a clay of grief God moulds such men; This is His law, which man may not withstand.Life out of death is born; love springs fromtears; And when the earth her burning thirst would slake, She quenches it in tempest and in storm. The fragrant honey that doth richer make. The lily-flower, 'tis from the tomb below The sweetness of the honey forth doth come, And genius from the suffering of the soul, And progress out of sin and martyrdom. May genius peradventure be a sign Of expiation on this earth below? Humanity, that dost 'mid ruins roam, To trace where the mysterious footprints go. Of those great,mournful figures,crowned with thorns: Thou their ideal and their tormentor art They with their life give warmth unto thy home. And fill thy cup with red blood from the heart. Poured drop by drop. Though payest them with the cross, Or their elect souls dost with torture slay. Then comes the future, o'er their corpses cold A glittering gold and purple shroud to lay. And crowns their brows with laurel. When their names We breathe upon our lips,'tis only then That in our bosoms vaguely we can feel A mighty pride because we too are men. Blest be ye for your faith, your noble zeal1 Your lives become a lamp to mankind given To light in this world's night the gloomy steps Of the eternal stair that climbs toward heaven. columbus, blest be then! O sailor bold, Thou that didst pit thine own soul's vast abyss Against the vast abyss of unnknown seas! When has the world beheld a deed like this? Alone thou feltest, with thy science clear And faith unshaken, that all peril braves, The mighty revelation of thy thought In the perennial rhythm of the waves. Kneeling, astounded, thou didst then receive the supreme uncition on they shadowed brow, And didst arise a king; O pilgrim, kings, Saw thee point out before thy vessel's prow A track invisible, a'road that led Far to the west o'er unknown oceans wide; But, austere dreamer! they within thy hands Saw not the vast new worlds there prophesied. They only saw the beggar's breadless son! A little gold thou didst entrest in vain, While offering, for one small caravel, To pluck them Asia from the unknown main. "Out of the night to lift the hemisphere Of pearls and gold, set in the circling sea, Gibe me a fulerus only," was thy word; The lever of my faith sufficeth me!" At last thou didst persuade a woman's heart, And, spreading thy broad saill unto the breeze, Thou didst set forth to seek from the unknown The crown sublime of thy great destinies. Aroused by tempests terrible and wild, The sea before thee dropped her thickest veil; but,following the ideal of thy dreams, Alone, calm, grand, thou still didst onward sail. Nothing could stay thee; no, not even man, Who to the sea's wrath joined his fury's breath. When on the blue sky Dawn with golden hand Signalled the hour that was to mark thy death, Thou,standing on the Spanish vessel's prow, With superhuman voice aloud didst cry: "Now in the name of the Almighty God, Within whose hand all lands and people lie, "Awake,o continent!" And at that call, the summons of thy faith supreme and grand, like to a wondrous echo, suddenly A distant voice responded,crying "Land!" What more couldst thou desire, bold mariner? Beyond death's power, thy future fame stood fair, Man,born of clay and sorrow, to whom God Gave in His great creative work a share! 'Tis thanks to thee that the completed sphere, A tiny topaz, gleaming bright, Is felt to fly through space, and that the stars, the luminous and shining flowers of night, To us no more are royal diamonds, A mystic crown sidereal that grace, Put suns of giant orbit, that revolve Within one corner of unbounded space.Now as a whole humanity moves on Towards God, who like a shade withdraws from sight Of human intellect, in consciousness Kindling hope ever, like a shining light. Columbus,thanks! What else a halo new Unto thy head, grown white, could bring again? The noblest, saddest aureole of all- The barbarous ingratitude of men. Thou had'st it, happy man! When heaven thy woes Rewarded with a world from out the wane, Then men with fetters bound thee, when thy feet Already trod the borders of the grave. A martyred Father of America! The future, when shall come the fated hour Of justice from thy sepulchre obscure Shall call thee forth; a hymn shall rise with power, ringing from pole to pole; and thy new land , Which from its age-long sleep thou didstawake, Out of thy martyr's crown the glorious sun Of thy bright apotheosis shall wake! When that time comes, place in the scales, great kings, Your patronage, the vast authority Given and then retaken without ruth From him who in exchanged conferred on ye A gift that far surpassed your utmost hopes; Let history then, with sorrow and with pride, Place in the other and opposed scale they chains, Columbus! and let God decides!Columbus From the Spanish of the Mexican Poet Justo Sierra By Alice Stone Blackwell. Columbus, if my weak and powerless lay A worthy echo of thy fame could be, Then I must needs, in poesy divine, Find a new world, as thou didst in the sea! I shall not dare so greatly. If I lift My voice to hymn thy memory, mighty man, It is but to fulfill the duty laid Upon the heart of [an] each American. Bird of the sea, whose waves forever sign They passion and they victory in thy quest! It has pleased heaven [thy] my fragile nest to hang Upon thy glory's everlasting nest; ['Tis for this reason] And therefore, O Columbus! [now] I today, With deep emotion in my heart for thee, Forth from the breast of the stern sepulchre [I] Would fain evoke thy glorious memory. Let thy shade rise above its holy stones, and then my happy Muse, in homage meet, Will bend the knee, O Mendicant august! Low in the dust before thy sacred feet Who is this man? What purpose leads him on? What seeks he 'mid the red of Western skies? Why rests a shade forever on that brow? Why glows a flame former in those eyes? 2 A visionary? Yes! Whene'er the [shade] gloom Begins to lift from some horizon gray, The heart to see the hour when hope [will] shall change Into the earliest gleam of dawning day; When an Athenian of the hemlock drinks, When on our dark path a new star [doth will] shall rise, Or when the sun of human souls [shines] bursts forth And upon Calvary a just man dies - 'Tis that the sacred torch of the ideal Glitters in some poor visionary's hand. 'Tis from a clay of grief God moulds such men; [None can this law evade and none withstand This law severe no mortal may withstand] This is His law, which man may not withstand. Life out of death is born; love [comes] springs from tears; And when the earth her burning thirst would slake, She quenches it in tempest and in storm. The fragrant honey that doth richer make The lily-flower, 'tis from the tomb [beneath] below The sweetness of the honey forth doth come And genius from the suffering of the soul, And progress out of sin and martyrdom.3 May genius per adventure be a sign Of expiation on this earth below? Humanity, that dost mid ruins roam, To Tracey where the mysterious footprints go Of those great, mournful figures, crowned with thorns? Thou their ideal and their tormentor art. They with their life give warmth unto thy home, And fill thy cup with red blood from the heart, Poured drop by drop. Thou payest them with the crass, Or their elect souls dost with torture slay. Then comes the Future, o'er their corpses cold A glittering gold and purple shroud to lay, And crowns their brows with laurel. When their names We breathe upon our lips, 'tis only then That in our bosoms vaguely we can feel A mighty pride because because we too are men. 4 Blest be ye for your faith, your noble zeal! Your lives because a lamp to mankind given To light in this world's night the glowing steps Of the eternal stair that climbs toward heaven. Columbus, blest be than! O sailor bold, Thou that didst pit thine own soul's vast abyss Against the vast abyss of unknown seas! When has the world beheld a deed like this? Alone, thou feltest, with thy science clear And faith unshaken, that all peril braves, The mighty revelation of thy thought In the perennial rhythm of the waves. Kneeling, astounded, thou didst then receive The supreme unction on thy shadowed brow, And didst arise a king! O pilgrim kings saw thee point out before thy vessel's from A track invisible, a road that led Far to the west o'er unknown oceans wide; But, austere dreamer! They within thy hands Saw not the vast new worlds there prophesied. They only saw the beggar's breadless son! A little gold than didst entreat in vain5 While offering, for one small caravel, To pluck them Asia from the unknown main. "Out of the night to lift the hemisphere Of pearls and gold, set in the circling sea, Give me a fulcrum only," was thy word, [thus thou saidst,] "The lever of my faith sufficeth me!" At last thou didst persuade a woman's heart, And, spreading [wide] thy broad [canvas] sail unto [?] [to] the breeze, Thou didst set forth to seek from the unknown The crown sublime of thy great destinies. Aroused by tempests terrible and wild, The sea before the dropped [its] her thickest veil; But, [after] following the ideal of thy dreams, Alone, calm, grand, thou still didst onward sail. Nothing could stay thee; no, not even man, Who to the sea's wrath joined his fury's breath. When on the blue sky Dawn with golden hand Signalled the hour that was to mark thy death. Thou, standing on the Spanish vessel's prow, 6 With superhuman voice aloud didst cry: "Now in the name of the Almighty God, Within whose hand all lands and peoples lie, "Awake, O continent!" And at [this] that call, The summons of thy faith supreme and grand, Like to a wondrous echo, suddenly A distant voice [sent forth the cry of] " Land!" What more couldst thou desire, bold mariner? Beyond death's power, thy future fame stood fair, Man [?] [sprung from] born of clay and sorrow, to whom God Gave in his great creative work a share! Tis thanks to thee what the completed sphere, A tiny topaz atom, [clear of topaz], gleaming bright, Is felt to fly through space, and that the stars, The luminous and shining flowers of night, To us no more are royal diamonds, gems A mythic crown sidereal that grace, But suns of giant orbit, [which] that revolve7 [In] Within one small corner of unbounded space. Now as a whole humanity moves on Towards God, who like a shade withdraws from sight Of human intellect, in consciousness Kindling hope ever, like a shining light. Columbus, thanks! What else a halo new Unto thy [whitened hair] head, grown white, could bring again? The noblest, saddest aureole of all - The barbarous ingratitude of men. Thou hadst it, happy man! When heaven thy [pains] woes Rewarded with a world from out the wave, [Men bowed ?????] Then men with fetters bound thee, when [didst] [?] thy feet Already trod the borders of the [tottered near thy open] grave. O martyred Father of America! The Future, when shall come the fated hour Of justice, from thy sepulchre ovscure [Will] Shall call thee forth; a hymn [will] shall rise with power, Ringing from pole to pole; and thy new land, 8 Which from its age-long sleep thou didst awake, [Upon] Out of thy martyr's crown the glorious [song] sun Of thy bright apotheosis [then] shall make! When that time comes, place in the scales, great kings, Your patronage, the vast authority Given and then retaken without ruth From him who [is] in exchange conferred on [thee] ye [A thing] [Something] A gift that far surpassed your [wildest] [utmost] utmost hopes; Let history then, with sorrow and with pride, Place in the other and opposed scale Thy chains, Columbus! and let God decide!I shall not dare so greatly. If my own voice is raised to hymn thy memory, mighty man! It is but to fulfill the duty laid Upon my heart as an American. "Tis for that reason, O Columbus! now, With deep emotion in my heart for thee, Forth from the breast of the stern sepulchre I would evoke thy glorious memory. I shall not dare so greatly. If my own voice is raised to hymn thy memory, mighty man! It is but to fulfill the duty laid Upon my heart as an American. "Tis for that reason, O Columbus! now, With deep emotion in my heart for thee, Forth from the breast of the stern sepulchre I would evoke thy glorious memory. Scatter the Seed! Opened the furrow is; its hollow soft Seems a warm cradle in the sunny mead. Toiler, thy work is pleasing to the Lord! Scatter the seed! Never may hunger, reaper dark & dread, Visit thy humble home with bitter need! Oh, that there may be bread, & may be love, Scatter the seed! Scatter the Seed! Opened the furrow is; its hollow soft Seems a warm cradle in the sunny mead Toiler, thy work is pleasing to the Lord! Scatter the seed! Never may hunger, reaper dark and dread visit thy humble home with bitter need! Oh, that there may be bread, and may be love, Scatter the seed! Go on, thou rugged sower! Live thy life; Sing hymns of hope, and pay to fear no heed. But mock at the poverty and mock at pain; Scatter the seed! The sun his blessing gives thee, God thy browIn the wind kisses; thou the world dost feed. Sower, creative man, may it thrive well, thy golden seed! Go on, O rugged sower. Live thy life, Sing hymns of hope, as days to days succeed, and mock at poverty & mock at pain: Scatter the seed! The sun his blessing gives thee; God thy brow In the wind kisses; thou the world dost feed, Sower, creative man, [well] may it thrive well, Thy golden seed![*Welsh hymn*] Through places rough, of perils full, Through difficulties dark, [Let] Still on my journey I've been led - My Father guided my bark. And if more storms God [has] keeps in store They cannot overwhelm And boldly I shall [boldly] face them all - Thy father's at the helm. When more they swell, an achor sure Is mine mid perils dark - I shall come safely through them all My Father guides my bark. Peaceful the haven, sheltered well From sound of tempests dark That I shall reach with joy someday - My Father guides my bark,WILLIAM L. GARRISON, JR. 60 STATE STREET BOSTON January 23, 1923 Miss Alice Stone Blackwell, 3 Monadnock Street, Boston 25, Mass. Dear Miss Blackwell: I thank you for your letter of the 21st and am glad that my absence did not dislocate your committee meeting. I am interested to see the survey story about Baboushka who is certainly a most wonderful woman. My educational budget is such at the present time, however, that I simply cannot take on any new obligations until I find myself in an easier financial position. If I have any windfalls later I shall be happy to bear in mind your request as I naturally like to cooperate with you in matters of this kind. Very sincerely, William L. Garrison. G-Per G-W enc other verses of "My Father's at the Helm" — 1. already done 2. Through places { rugged } and dangerous very, rough And { difficulties } of every kind, obstacles I have nevertheless been And on my journey My Father's at the helm. _____ 3. Done — 4. And if there are more storms Being kept { back } by my God. in store I shall face them all boldly My Father's at the helm.5. And when their (volume swelling) increases. My certain anchor is That I shall come safely through them all My Father's at the helm. 6. Inside the harem. peaceful. sheltered. from the noise - sound and hearing of the storm I shall enter joyfully some day. My Father's at the helm.