[Written for my teacher, Professor A. R. Hornbrook, of the San Jose Normal School.] In MATEMATIKO, the wonderful land, Ruled over by Giants, a most worthy band; Where all live together in kindness and peace While helping Earth's mortals whose works never cease. And also I think that a strong helping hand Is tendered Mars' children by this goodly band. But if from these GIANTS their help we would seek We should be very patient and humble and meek, And go to their lands over roads smoothed in part By labors of numerous foregoers' art. Then back to the Daily-Life-Store-House to stay, Bring all goodly treasures we found on our way. The first province reached when we go to this land Is ruled by ARITHMOS with firm kindly hand. His regions are traveled by all little ones Or when Baby's mother cuts apples in two And gives him "one-half" and one-half to Sue, His sister, who travels each day in the week In realms of ARITHMOS for knowledge to seek. The lands of ARITHMOS then being explored And the wealth thereby gained being carefully stored, Wise travelers go on following many a band Of Pilgrims for Knowledge now seeking the land Where if they search earnestly surely they'll find TRUTHS known by QUEEN ALGEBRA, gracious and kind, Whose roads are far shorter than Arithmos King owns And freer from troublesome MAD-HASTY-STONES That fall from MT. ERROR right down on our path And so often cause us to court DEMON WRATH. When first viewing GUIDE-BOOKS of ALGEBRA-LAND, New travelers fear that they can't understand The queer little figures and x, y's and z's But after becoming acquainted with these Good Algebra-Helpers who help and who please, All seekers for knowledge most gladly resolve To use these assistants their problems to solve. Not far from Queen Algebra's realms may be found King GEOMETRÍO'S rich lands, which abound With REASON'S clear rivers that flow everywhere, While watering the EARTH and while cooling the air. There are many high mountains where travelers will fall Who heed not the warning that's given to all By GEOMETRÍO, the giant benign, Who near to the rugged cliffs puts up this sign— "To all who are traveling—BEHOLD! now, TAKE HEED! If walking, go slowly, be fearful of speed. Be sure to inquire at my palace door For smooth winding pathways trod often before; But if you would ride in haste to the top Then take my good auto which never will stop. There's none like INTENSE CONCENTRATION, my car To travelers obeying this Giant's advice, No "Haste-Wasting-Goblins" will ever entice To climb ERROR'S MOUNTAIN from which they may fall To SLOUGH of DESPOND that is dreaded by all; Or maybe be led by VAIN CONFIDENCE ELVES Through seeming short byways and flowery delves To dread DOUBTING CASTLE where cruellest of fates Through GIANT DESPAIR the traveler awaits. In GEOMETRÍO'S most wondrous GUIDE-BOOKS At first one is puzzled if he only looks At Guides of this Giant who many forms wear, Some angular figures and others quite square; Some round like a bullet or like cubes or cones, But each of these figures some great power owns. And GeometrÍo will tell all who ask How each may be used for a wonderful task— As making dress patterns for ladies so fair; Or likewise for ribbons to bind up their hair; We meet them each day in the rugs at our feet, Are subjects of GEOMETRÍO'S wise land, For their useful service we mortals demand. Near GeometrÍo's broad regions there lies The spacious rich country of GOOD GIANT WISE, Broad-minded, and powerful builder and king, TRIGONOMETRIO'S loud praises we sing. From his brother "GEO" materials he takes From which with his help frail mortal man makes Tall wonderful buildings which, reaching so high, We call them "sky-scrapers" as touching the sky. He also builds churches, cathedrals and schools, And beautiful mansions are formed by his rules, Through knowledge man found in this great Giant's home He has built wondrous spires and many a dome, And bridges o'er rivers, and tunnels through rocks, And e'en chained the waters with wonderful locks. And now with his help a marvelous feat Of great engineering will soon be complete In building at Panama as you all know, A wondrous canal by which we may go From Father Atlantic to Pacific's sands Near ALGEBRA-LAND a great GIANT lives And to earnest students much knowledge he gives, 'Tis good KALKULUSO, abstruse thinking King, To him all astronomers loud praises sing, For only through his aid they go to the fount Of cause and effect that will teach them to count The days that will pass before all men may see A coming eclipse on the great STELLAR SEA, Or comets, or new stars, or maybe new worlds, To true knowledge seekers this Giant unfurls Wide forecasting standards as things are to be In days yet to come upon both land and sea, And ever this Giant-Wise carries in hand The banner of TRUTH which he floats o'er his land. Now, some people say that the great GIANTS' lands In MATEMATIKO are mere barren sands Where all travelers find it so hard to advance, But we who have had even this little glance At these wondrous regions described by the pen Of "INSTRUISTINO" Through MATEMATIKO to bright realms beyond. This wand helps us journey so that we may see Each road and each crossing and always may be On straightest of pathways, the PERFECT TRUTH'S WAY, From which glorious highway we never must stray, For TRUTH leads to GOD in His bright realms above, Surrounded by light of the INFINITE LOVE. [A] My teacher in mathematics, Mrs. A. R. Hornbrook. |