Robert Haven Schauffler

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Robert Haven Schauffler Poems

(1915)

Earth has gone up from its Gethsemane,
   And now on Golgotha is crucified;
...

I

At the gate of the West I stand,
On the isle where the nations throng.
...

Under our curtain of fire,
Over the clotted clods,
We charged, to be withered, to reel
And despairingly wheel
...

Robert Haven Schauffler Biography

an American writer, cellist and war hero. Schauffler published poetry, biographies of Beethoven, Brahms, and Schumann and a series of books celebrating American holidays. Biography Schauffler was born on 8 April 1879 in Brünn which was then in Austria (but is now Brno in the Czech Republic) where his parents were missionaries. By the time he was two he was back in the United States where his family founded the Schaffler College in Cleveland in 1886 for Bohemian immigrants who were interested in social or religious work. Schaffler's first successful career was as a cellist and he studied with several notable musicians. His academic studies started at the Northwestern University, but he completed his degree at Princeton before going on to study at the University in Berlin in 1902-3. By this time he had already been editor of the Nassau Literary Magazine magazine for a year. On his return from Berlin he combined his skills as a music editor for another magazine. He came to notice in 1912 when he published a book of poetry named after a poem called Scum o' the Earth. This poem had come to notice after being published in a magazine. The poem had focussed attention on the monetary divide between middle class American and poor immigrants. In 1907 he published the first of several books that celebrated American holidays. The first were Thanksgiving and Our American Holidays - Christmas. The book he created for Christmas includes several extracts from Dickens, Shakespeare, Leigh Hunt and William Morris. The first section deals with whether there is or is not a Santa Claus by quoting the 1897 editorial by Francis Pharcellus Church. The book is certain that there is. Scauffler published Arbor Day two years later and there then followed books for Washington's Birthday, Lincoln's Birthday and Independence Day. His final holiday books were not published until after the war and there were Armistice Day in 1927 Plays for Our American Holidays in 1928, Halloween in 1933 and Columbus Day, five years later. His books before World War I involved several on travel. He wrote Through Italy with the Poets in 1908, Romantic Germany the following year and in 1913 he published Romantic America. Schaffler married before the First World war but his wife, Katharine de Normandie Wilson, died in 1916 and he was a widower for several years. Schaffler joined the Army as a second lieutentanant and served as an instructor. He was awarded a Purple Heart for his wounds at the Battle of Montfaucon which took place in mid October 1918. He took up employment as a lecturer when he left the U.S.Army in May 1919 whilst continuing to write poetry in his spare time. He remarried Margaret Widdemer who jointly won the Pulitzer Awardfor Poetry that year in 1919 for her collection The Old Road to Paradise. Over the next few decades he lectured whilst creating biographies of Robert Schumann, Brahms and Beethoven. In 1942 he again took up the holiday theme when he published the first of three more holiday titles working with Hilah Paulmier. The first was called Democracy Days... a year later they published Pan American Day and in 1946 and 47 they puiblished Peace Days and Good will days'. Schauffler died in 1964 as a divorcee and his papers are stored at the University of Texas at Austin.)

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Earth's Easter

(1915)

Earth has gone up from its Gethsemane,
   And now on Golgotha is crucified;
   The spear is twisted in the tortured side;
The thorny crown still works its cruelty.
Hark! while the victim suffers on the tree,
   There sound through starry spaces, far and wide,
   Such words as in the last despair are cried:
"My God! my God! Thou hast forsaken me!"

But when earth's members from the cross are drawn,
And all we love into the grave is gone,
   This hope shall be a spark within the gloom:
That, in the glow of some stupendous dawn,
   We may go forth to find, where lilies bloom,
   Two angels bright before an empty tomb.

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