Edward Robeson Taylor
Biography of Edward Robeson Taylor
Edward Robeson Taylor (September 24, 1838 – July 5, 1923) was the 28th Mayor of San Francisco serving from July 16, 1907 to January 7, 1910.
Edward Robeson Taylor was born on September 24, 1838 in Springfield, Illinois, the only son of Henry West Taylor and the former Mary Thaw of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (he was descended on his mother's side from the early colonial merchant, Andrew Robeson, of Philadelphia.) He was a lawyer and a poet in California before he became mayor, publishing an 1898 book of sonnets based on the paintings of William Keith. Taylor was appointed mayor due to the resignation of Charles Boxton, after his eight-day term. When he was sworn in, he became the oldest mayor of San Francisco to be sworn in at 68 years old and still currently holds the record today. He died in San Francisco on July 5, 1923. His remains are housed at the San Francisco Columbarium. The political economist Henry George credits Taylor for influencing his work on Progress and Poverty, one of the most popular and influential books in American history.
Edward Robeson Taylor Poems
Deep-brooding Night has done its worst and best, And once again we front the new-born Day, Where now the sickled moon with lessening ray Hangs low upon the sky's auroral breast.
Ulysses and Calypso
For that they slew the cattle of the Sun Ulysses' comrades sank to death while he, Borne on the billows of the friendly sea,
Theseus and Ariadne
Within the labyrinth's depths the Minotaur, Slain by the sword she gave, lay stark and dead, And with his finger following her thread
With the Eagle
His eye Sweeps all the sky, As hard he grips the rock. Storm's ice-clad brood that round him flock
The Fog Rolls In
The fog rolls in as it has rolled For years that never can be told, And all the sky of sombre-gray Makes drearier still the dreary day;
Though man be lost in maze of mystery's land, 'Tis his to feel if not to understand, And hear the heartening voice that ever sings Of all the deep divinity of things.
Mid glacier's ice and vast, unmelting snows, The lordly Eagle stands, while Morning throws Her spears of golden light against his breast. Deep stirs within him an unwonted zest,
O spirit mine, arouse thee from a sleep Which only sloth or weakness can prolong, And on the dazzling mountain-peaks of song Let Beauty's legions in thy heart's blood leap;
AFTER ALBERT SAMAIN Upon the tower's battlements, all silent she, The Queen, with radiant locks that fillets closely bind, Allured by perfume's spells full troublous to the mind,
O Christ, on this thy natal day, As oft before, we fain would pray; And as the bells in laud of thee Ring joyous over land and sea,
Ring out, O heartsome Christmas Bells, Ring clear, and deep, and long, Till every noblest feeling swells To crush the mean and wrong;
AFTER FERNAND GREGH This eve dream brims my heart, my tears unbidden rise, Eachwhile I feel another infinite soul to be, My silence fills the air with tremulous harmony,
An Arizona Cactus
The burning sun has scorched the rainless ground, Where the volcano's progeny still lie; And yet beneath an unrelenting sky What creatures born to beauty may be found!
The ghosts that come from out the years, Dream-winged and purged of passion's fears, Troop round me now as oft before, In love to lead my footsteps o'er
The ghosts that come from out the years,
Dream-winged and purged of passion's fears,
Troop round me now as oft before,
In love to lead my footsteps o'er
The paths my heart of heart endears.
What hope-wreathed joy on joy appears,
What bloomy cheeks no anguish sears,
What vasty skies wherein to soar,