Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1872-04-06

His manner made it sinful for suspicion o,
alarm
In my heart to find a shelter,
He drove them helter-skelter,
trusting him implicitly, l felt so safe from
" Young miss, or girl or maiden, do not
know your name;
Tho Recluse I'm not Savage, tho wild still
am tame,
AS saw you coming up the hill, I'm sure ue
thought the same;
Oh, I've waited ,-drcamed for hours,
Meath FIR tree tops, mid wild flow RS,
To meet the queenly woman, whom the Poets
loved rs Fame
81 was born in yonder city, which you left an
hour ago,
Where the tide of population rolls on its cease.
less flow,
Where each pavement has an echo, where
each mansion hath its woe;
Where men are rarely brothers,
Women wretch d wives, worse mothers,
Where tie very next-door neighbors, each
other scarcely know.
so !, too, toiled for weary years in Man,
mons counting-room,
While my heart lost all its heart sheath, and
my youth lost all its bloom;
Footing rows of ghostly figures, they were
phantoms from the tomb
While heard Of naught but dollars,
From Trahc's glib.tongued scholars
All, my boyish life was darkened by an over.
whelming gloom!
Yet one day I rent my letters, burst my
gives, and gained the door,
Yes, thank God; threw them changing, on my
Uncle's oil-cloth'd floor,
And l strobe forth in the sunshine, fireman
ever more.
While with faces, mountaineering,
Like idiots while dreaming,
The "clerks' in I" all the Offices, for once En-
preston wore.
I" Girl no longer had I master;
No fate, no weird disaster
Following thick and surging faster,
For another single moment, my liie-bark e'er
could strand.
ls,ood meath Gods free heaven,
Past offenses were forgiven,
l saw that even " Yankees might share the
Promised Land 1"
" Why rrhearse my years of pilgrimage far in
the dreamy East!
Where Man is ever MONARCH, where he's Ma
lures noblest Beast,
Where Sensation is Existence - where the
Thro' the streets ofold Damascus,
Whose glories never task US,
To dwell upon forever, - fit them for even
Priest!'
"Why speak of sunny days meath Cuba's gor-
geous skies,
Where the golden light of Heaven, like War
rior doth arise,
Where myriad shades of Passion kindle dar-
ling woman's eyes;
Where forms that are so queenly
Tell the tale of souls, serenely,
Of tore, ola hate that, lin Cuba) never dies"
I" Why recite some tales of story, of Brazil SO
old and CORY,
Why eliminate a city like the Rio otto. day.
Don Pedro's modern glory,i is yet little his
tory.
Even Yankee men like Abbot,
With the long ears of the rabbit,
Will never, very seriously, successfully gain
say.
Why tell you "tales of travels" in the new,
the quaint Northwest,
Filled with stalwart sons and daughters, CO.
lumbia's very best,
Men and women who quaff carnestness from
Mother Earth's warm breast.
Where the Gallows falls assunder,
Marriage ne er life time blunder,
Where Progress maybap stumbles, but rarely
stops to rest.
"Yet maiden Oft I'm lonely, cen when l
look above
Heaven is 40 far away, my hope it's hard to
move,
All my soul unlike my body will never cease
to move.
Sit beside me- sweetest maiden,
Let us make our own dear Alden,
Let us look into the waters, and drown our
lives in love-"
He ceased, the light was dying in our grand
dear Northwest sky,
The moon was grandly rising, looked into
his eye
I thought ! read a mystery; God knows the
reason why
Meath tree branches inter.twisted,
With his shelterink love invested
While life endures in Universe, he'll never a SIX
reply.
Olympia, Apsil 3, 1872.