New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1866-12-13

Bot Cleha Auddered cfngDg TO my heart
When the low roof received us and the sound
OF threshing branches doomed and whSled rouho
Our cot, that stood q little way apart
Against the forest, from the village strayed
Whore cunning gCrknen in their prisons boano
The roaring Fend Of Fire and forced his mo
To mold the crystal wonders Of their trade
Poor was our home and when the rainy shy
Brought forth child Of Night an Ethlopd"y
And stil the turbd torrents Numbered ~
From the drear landscape she would turn away,
Her thoughts pcrehance where gilded Florence Al'-
10 hide tear OF crush rising ngh
Then sing the sweet Italian songs where run
Twin nils ofvords and music Into one
With the lapse of time. the stern loneliness Of the
mountain home was cheered by the dawning OF o now
JOY. -. 1aor, him
With garments dyed, from Bozra9, gloilous
His crusOns pale beside the splendors warm
Whorewih The ripened time transfgured us' ,,
The precious atoms drawn rom hea.e9 s anu t"i'u
And rocked by Loves own music INTO iofih
Compacted lived; O soul awaited uHlh
A soul was born The hay -mantled sun
Looked in on Celia radiant as q SAM a..
From parted hfe,--and kissed the me begun
With tender light as quick to recognize
His child. I'm exile the UNCONSCIOUS one
Stray lamb Of heaven whom tears mlgnt Des' uhP~1@-
CIobd on her happy breast his mothers eyes
In this child the artist foresaw the model for his
ftnre lsbors and looked forward with fond paterna
en- thusiasm 10 the time when tho juvenile beauty OF
tn boy would open fountain of inspiration
Our daily miracle was he bud
Steeped in scents of Eden, balmy fair,
The worlds pure morning bright upon bis hah'
And life's unopened roses in his blood
In the blank eyes OF birth a tmoTuls star
OF wonder sparkled ~ the soul awoke
And from bis tongue brook ike bab0ling tfohe-
A strange melodious language from aisr
His body showed in every dmpled swell
The pink and pearl q Oceans lOveliest she'll
And swift the little pulses thro6bed along .,
Their turquoise paths the soit breast rose ano ''D
A. 80 the music Of a dancing song,
And all the darling gl6ces which belong
To babyhoOd and breathe rom every I,mO
Made lie more beautiful revealed IN him
His mothers face l dared not paint again
For now infected by her mystic dread
But often bending Der his cradlehed
Tolearn by heart the wondrous tnts and lines
That charmed me so, my kndling fancy SAID
By thee my CheTub shall mine art be led
To clasp the Truth II now but half dirnes
III have snued TO set thee in the place
OF IniaD, God the hand that here Ofcnds
shah owe its cunning TO thy glowing grace
six Summers more and shah bid thee stand
Before me with upiit prophetic face
And there ST John shan grow beneath my hand
bright bOyangel in desert land!
SIX Summers more and then, Ganymedes,
The rosy limbs against the dark blue sly
Or darling Hylas mid Scamanders reeds
Borrow thy beauty six again, and
Shall from thy lihesome adolescence thee -,
My young st George my victor Knight ana mhA'
Beneath thy sword once more the Dragon de.
But the hopes so tenderly cherished were doomed
70 pass away and the remainder of the poem, is sad
dened with the deepest hues Of tragedy, while at the
close the supremacy of the soul in lie contest with late
receives an ample yindication The sequel OF the
story as respects its spiritual significance, may be
gathered from the impressive stanzas which preOede
the end.
SO Gods benignsnt hand directing wrought
And Man and Nature took me back 10 life.
Ny cry was hushed; the forms OF enid and VIE
Smiled from a solemn, mOonlii land Of thought,
A realm Of peaceful sadness. sad yet strong
Ny soul stood up threw OF It's robes OF strife
And Quired anew the BOfld0ld human song
Accepting patience and forgetting wrong
Ere long, my living Joy in Ar returned
But reyerenily felt and purified
BY recognition OF the bounty spurDed.
And meek acceptance IN the place Of pIlae
Yet neyemoTe should brush Of mine be drawn
Der the unfinished picture Of 81. John:
What from the love miracle learned
The lines Of colder toll should never hide.
Though incomplete it gave the prophecy
OF faroh power, wheretO my patient mind
Must set Its purpose, saying 10 me
MAKE sue the gift the heeting fortune bind
What moment was, may ever be
And when nd IN S %a a G S truth Drew
A sacred dedication assigned
Pandolfo dead the body Of nv child
A late return; and DER their ashes made
A chapel in the green Bohemian wild,
For weary toll pure thought and silent payer
A simple shrine OF all adOrnment bare,
Save Ger the altar, where, completed now.
st. John looks down with Heaven upon bis brow
The Past accepts no sacrifice Its gates
Ahkeaionement and revenge outbaI
We take its color, yet our spirifs sie
Thrust forward BY aP9Eef which antedetss
Their own the hssS Of Art outreaches Fstes,
And life the bright unrisen Tefracted star
Above Our dark horizon, showing thus
q future 70 the faith that fades in Us.
Not with that vanity Of shallow minds
Which apes the speech, and shames tho noble truth
OF them whose pride is knowledge,-nor Of Youth
The dazzling dear mirage that never finds
Itself O'ertaken,-but with trust In fame
As knowing fame aud owning now the pure
And humble will which makes achievement sure,
1 Egon here the Artists title claim
The versifcation Of the poem is suoeesSful expert
ment TO avoid the mOnotOny Of an unvsrying stand
ard without falling into the oOseness Of irregular and
arbitrary rhymes This object is effected by preserv.
ing the measure and limit Of the sanza intact yet
indulging in certain freedom Of rhyme within that
limit. Mr. Taylor has taken certain liberties with
the approved pronunciation of English, not claiming
10 be purist in that line for example, accenting
the word "elegiac' on the second syllable.