Pale blooms, close-nestling in the dabbled snow, Through dead leaves peeping by the rugged rocks; One by one, The whirling snows! With morning comes the sun; Towards the flashing blue-the crystalline, Where rides the sun; soon are they vanquished quite As Love comes, came the change—a quickening flame Soft-echoing on the air, a warbling clear The blue-bird's voice!-The Spring! The Spring is here! IN MEMORIAM From 'The Shadows of the Trees.' 'Tis morning, and the gateway of the sun The vales, the dewy slopes, the trees that stand Wrapped in the rayless shadow, mute she lies. She wakes not to the wonder in the skies. The flower falls with the grain, and in the sheaf So sleeps she, in immortal maidenhood- In tearful hope we bide, ere yet shall fall 'Tis evening; and the great sun disappears Beyond the Benson Hills. Alone she sleeps, While twilight gathers on the tangled steeps. Her bed is heaped with roses, wet with tears, And over her a sheltering tree up-rears. Far in the vale the river slowly creeps, And soft winds whisper from the heavenly deeps, "With Him one day is as a thousand years.' The silence deepens on the sacred hill; As in a dream, the noiseless branches sway; The world, and all it holds of good and ill, Grows less and less, and strangely fades away; While from the pale stars comes the whispering still, "A thousand years, with Him, is as one day." SONNETS OF SIMILITUDE From The Shadows of the Trees.' Life is a rich-robed angel, winged with light, Life is a rainbow circle, through whose bright Life is a voice, low-toned and sweet, that calls That start, as from a dream, scarce can they say I come I come! when lo! the silence falls. Life is a gift which no soul may refuse; A priceless gift—a pearl-which whoso wears must lose. Life is a darkness. They that walk therein Of nameless chords in which that strain is drowned. Life is a tree, whose countless leaves, diverse, Which we put on with tears and put off in despair. W STOCKTON AXSON OODROW WILSON was born in Staunton, Virginia, Decem ber 28, 1856. His father was the Rev. Joseph R. Wilson, one of the stalwart men of the Southern Presbyterian Church. His mother, born Jessie Woodrow, was of Scotch-Irish blood, her forebears having been notable figures in the Scottish Church; one of them, because of his theological staunchness, incurred the liberal satire of Robert Burns, and another wrote the 'History of the Sufferings of the Church of Scotland from the Restoration to the Revolution.' The Wilsons and the Woodrows were men of convictions, habits of study, and firm temper, qualities inherited by the man in whom the names are combined. Woodrow Wilson had his preparatory education from private schools and private tutors in Augusta, Georgia; Columbia, South Carolina; and Wilmington, North Carolina, and was afterward a student in four colleges: Davidson, Princeton, the University of Virginia, and Johns Hopkins University. He studied under many masters, but none so strongly influenced his intellectual development as his father. Dr. Joseph Wilson was a man of unusual force in speech and action, impatient of dulness, more impatient of loose thinking and careless speaking. He was accustomed to say that men who were slovenly in conversation could not expect to be impressive in public speech. His own private talk showed that he practised his theory. Without pedantry or self-consciousness, he spoke in words of weight which measured thoughts of value. Even his badinage was memorable. His conversation was never bookish but always revealed the man trained to think and to speak. The point is dwelt upon because it was the discipline this man gave his son, added to the son's native capacity, that assisted that distinction in thought and speech which all persons of discrimination remark in Woodrow Wilson's utterances, public or private. It is frequently said, "There is no use in trying to argue with Woodrow Wilson-he defeats all opponents." Every man likes to do what he does well, and Woodrow Wilson may sometimes, like Dr. Johnson, "talk for victory"; but, being a busier man than Dr. Johnson, he usually talks in order to dispose of business. By supplementing his early training with the study of law, he has learned how to go to the core of a question, strip it of all remote relationships, and express his conclusions clearly and convincingly. In his earlier writings he cultivated literary style, but in later years he has written and spoken with little premeditation of phraseology. His vocabulary is large and under command, and his sense of word-values is unerring. Art has become unconscious, and he blends matter and manner as they must be blended for all finest effects in spoken or written discourse. One is occasionally struck by an unusual word, but close attention shows that Woodrow Wilson is not a wordmonger but a word-master. He passed through the freshman class in Davidson College and then went to Princeton for four years, being graduated with the class of 1879. The move was fortunate, for it gave him at an impressionable age an opportunity to understand the Northern, as well as the Southern, point of view, and prepared the way for the breadth of sympathy that has been so marked in his historical writings. Books, archives, and documents gave him his material, but firsthand understanding of both sections enabled him to write the history of the great conflict between the States in such a manner that his books have practically never been charged with sectionalism from either side. He was among the earlier young Southern men to see clearly that the South was in fact as in name a part of the Union, that the glory of its history never was to be forgotten, its secession never to be apologized for, that its great tragedy was sweetened by valor and patience, but that unless the tragedy was to be futilely prolonged the South must throw in its lot heartily with the Union. Five or six years after graduation he wrote in his first book: "Whether these sections [the East, the South, and the West] are to be harmonious or dissentient depends almost entirely upon the methods and policy of the federal government. If that government be not careful to keep within its own proper sphere, and prudent to square its policy by rules of national welfare, sectional lines must and will be known; citizens of one part of the country may look with jealousy and even with hatred upon their fellow citizens of another part; and faction must tear and dissension distract a country which Providence would bless, but which man may curse." It was thus that the young political philosopher, born and bred in the South and educated in the North, saw that the prosperity of each section lies in the integrity of the whole. It was, however, with no premeditation of being a historian that he went North. He remained Southern by instinct, and intended to merge his fortunes with those of the South. With this intent he studied law for a little less than two years (1879-1880) at the |