The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1872-11-22

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and makes il seem new life and new
poetry. II is the fresh Occident taking
the place Of the sick Orient, which has
indeed already given up the ghost, in po-
etc romance.
Mr.. Miller has gained his quick repu-
tation by feat Of wild horsemanship-
his Pegasus was, we dare say, caught
with lasso, and has not forgotten under
his Mexican saddle the license Of is lib
erty. We can not prophecy that the
poet will ever accomplish any more than
he has already done. lie has introduced
himself and his new world together
seeming anxious that he should be con-
sidcred, part oft. "IIavc mot he
sings
"IIave not turned to the and thine,
o sun-lsnd the palm and pine,
Aud sung thy scenes, surprising skies,
Till Europe lifted up her face
Aud marycled at thy matchess grace,
With eager aud inquirins eyes?"
Yes, he has done this--especially he has
sung, and sung beautifully, Of the land
itself We think his hest achievement
is in his description. Only two Of his po-
ems have any coherency as stories-"Ar-
zonian" and "The Tale of the Tall Al
calde'-but all are filed with occasional
strong, fine, melodies, and powerful pas
sage of description. California and
with Walker in Nicaragua have little
else than description-thc story at least
is very hard to find or follow the latter
is especially noticeable for its enchant-
ment of tropical luxuriance. One feels
in reading il the splendid nearness of the
Equator. For instance, here:
"The trees shook hands owe rhcad,
Aud b0w'd and iutcrtwincd across
The narrow way, while lcayes and moss
And mcious fruit, gold. and rcd,
Through all the canopy of green
Let no, one sun shaft shoot between.
"Birls hung and swung, green robcd and
rcd,
Or droop'd in curved lines dramily;
Rainbovs reversed, from tree TO tree,
/ Or sang low hanging overhead
/ sang low, as il they sang and slept,
I san. ftint, like some lar waterfall,
/ And took M note Of "a n all,
Though nuts tha. in the way were spread
/ did crush and cracllc as wc r;ep,.
+ Wild lilies, tall a. mailcns are,
/ A. sweet of breath, as pcarly fair
] ~ fair a. faith, As pure a. TRUTH
/ Tcll thi, before our every tread,
/ IS in ,acrifce of truth,
I And al the air with perfume filled
Morc sweet than ever man distilled,
Thc rir ned fruit a fragrance shed
/ And hung In h.nd-Uach overhead,
In ne, Of blossoms on the shoot,
The bending shoot that bore the fruit
We do not know whether this poem,
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In many angles, patiently
Ny father tends his hocks ofsnow,
And turns alone the mellow sod
Ana -o"' 'o'"e "S'u' "o' 20, o,y' "iua"' '.,
ana n1u'"' Wy ''"s 20, .na
viii mo,her f,om her wheel or cSurn.
And NAV be from the milking-shcd,
There liz. and humble, weary head
To watch and wish Tor my return
Across the 'a'"'' o'o.'0'''" w
Too much can not be said IN praise o
the feeling expressed here-'s Is s'np'
and genuine ana marks 'he mar u'''''
meath or above the poet ana 'ni' pas
sage brings Us back 10 a ac' III our n,'''' I,
when we began tins sarticle' Mr' M'ier
pleasant litle coincidence that il
Cincinnati should first have been pub
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