The semi-weekly mountain Democrat., 1860-09-22
@OuHtain Democrat.
The spider ana the Sieve.

rae spider ana the Sieve.
~ wILLIAn GLAND BouRNE.
a miner bad curious sieve
ThrouSh which he sifted golden Sands,-
AZ men, in days and years they live,
Pass golden moments tATUagh their hands.
Ne ceased Bis toll; for Six SsyS long,
He Sifted sand, and caught his gold,
Bat rested for the Sabbath song,
And joyful news BY angels told.
Then iua peaceful Sabbath Test,
A spider 6asd the suSiOas sieve,
Add GAnsied she could weave . net
wherein his little day TO live.
b round the curious sieve he ran,
And touched IL with silver Thread,
With here and there . narrow Span
o'sT which be passed with airy thread.
Then when the Sabbath rect was Ger,
AnAtasA 70 toll The HSHeT turHst,
He sought his curious sieve once more,
And In hiS heart lesson learned.
A SilAeR web Of curious thought
The tOileF In his mind had SpuR,
For long great deSign he sought
And deemed his prize was nearly won!
He took the sieve and swept away
The EOssamsr Of insect art
Like airy threads Of plans that play
In POeI'S dreams, and then depart.
lie took the Sieve and watched the sands
That fell between the polished wires
And - they passed his weary hands
His soul for other wealth aSpireN.
Thus webs are woven day by day,
And sands aTs rusning through the sieve
And webs sBd SaRds noikent stay,
Then vanish With the joys they give.
Thus dreamed the miper-and he wrought
A web Of plans for golden veal,
But time ere long hts vision caught,
And swept away the loved ideal
o Former Of the Curious Sieve;
Bind close the wires hat form the net
Beyond thy day thy work shall live,
IfthOu hast well thy Auty met.
o siner Of the Golden Sands;
Watch well the moments. for they Zee!
And passing swiftly through thy hands,
Roll down toward the eternal sea!
o Weaver Of the Golden Web;
Spin threads that shall immortal stay.
And bind them to the mighty Rock
Whose presence iS eternal day!
The Rose OF Beauty.
Soit the trembling noon beams quivered
Over hill top, vale and lee,
And the StarS were throwing kisses
To the bright waves Of the sea;
And the dew-drop sweetly whispered
Lsve-sOogs To the blushing rose,
And the blue waves Of the stTeamlet
Lulled the lily to repOse.
Meath the golden light they fingered,
Gazing on the stars above, ,...--
And he took her hand and whispered
Son and SilveTy words Of love;
Told her that the moon that wanders
Der nights starry, silent sea,
Could not be more true and faithful
Than his spirit love would be.
Called her beautiful and lovely,
AAe4s VA AtEehhJ-
Told her that her shining tTeSsSs
Were more splendid than the night
Told her that her lips were rose e-buds,
Dripping with the evening dew,
And her brow was like the marble,
With the blue veins creeping through.
She was but \ child in feeling,
Sunshine with its April tears
Free and happy ss the Wild birds,
Never Knowing doubtS or iears;
And che gave 70 him the parest
Jewels Of the spirits mine
Poured her young hearts only incense
Madly on . worthless shrine.
He grew cold, and false, and fAithlesS
And he LEFT her all alone,
Though her SOft eyes might have melted
Hearts AS cold and hard a. stone;
And she plead with fond earesSeS,
Begged him that he would not go
But her widest kiss was lavished
On the lips that dealt the blow.