The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1873-03-06


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70 1H1 sT. CLOUD READ1ro CLUB.
Matrons and maids, who grace our weekly roaud
With wit, and sense, and whim, and thought pro- !
found
Who At these fsasts Of reason gaily spread
With Attic salt our common daily bread;
Who pour, celestial sweet, . nsod of soul,
Der facts q dry a. any burning coal;
Who tame with humor, and with song, the heart, |
And tip with brain, young Cupid's certain dart!
Ye gentle lords, who thrung our social school
To mount the rostrum, and conjoint to rule,
Or, true - vibra Mt needle to the pole, |
To beau our damsels homs-b bound, to their goali
We part full soon This lovely svsn-tids,
The hlny bonds snwovsn here, divide.
No galaxy hsnceforth, but solitairss,
We waste our brilliance on these frigid airs.
Hencetorth, alas, no mors-(PRoy. MooRBein-
deed,
Shall pluck from classic groves, with students
greed,
From pure old wells Of English humor draw
Fiction AND hct, and poetry and law,
"Ctnrrse'. boy Chattsrton to tattered bits !
And give sage Ossian and his author fits.
Long live the Moorssi God send they never need
friend, nor eash-nor books enough to read.
See polished ATKINS turn his slender back
On verse, and song, and silver ripping talk,
For pills. and skulls and potions strange, to mix,
And dull disease with al it, megrim-tricks
Give the fine culture of ripened mind
TO show how powders may b best combined,
Or prove the csbbags-slaw ~ long to taste,
Might aand rs hsavenvard with indecent haste. !
Go, gentle d'ctor, charm some future club
With future sossip sparkling from the hub;
Bear hence our heartfelt thanks, our kindly praise
Thy brow snwrsathed with never fading days.
There's honorsd sr1AasE, with busy sys and brain,
Tho central figure Of lettsrsd train
Hs copjured genial Dickens from the dead,
While PICKET charged on Stoves defsncslsss head,
Heavsd the hard hill of science from it, base,
And gavs It In our club-room Welcome place. =.
There's legal HAx1Ix rich In var I'd lore
Who thrilled onr souls with fanciful Tom Moore
There is-but hushi lovely bevy rise,
And move, bswitching, past our dazzled eyes:
Their bloom, and curs, aud honsyed lips confuse
Tho wsywsrd efforts of our raptured muse;
They raise "Tempsst" on rare Shakespeare
stage,
Sow seeds Of thought from distant cline and age;
And in finale. melt to tableaux here,
And sigh in music on the waiting ear.
Well, we'll, and so, tho winters sport is past;
Now, courteous danes We wot of, may make fast
Their Invaded doors, and rest in peace at last.
Ladies We BLISS the fair white hands that prsst,
Our own, in cordial guiss, as hidden guests
And pray kind Heaven award your lsngthsnsd
lives,
Unsullied bliss, ~ mothers, friends, and wives.
In old heroic lays, its quantity sung
How good King Arthur, pure of life and tongue,
Damned what he saw with clear, relentless eye,
Though painted fair, was but = hollow lie.
In that grave age the lion-hearted knight
Waxed battle grim for God and for tho right:
Yet still, - now, the deed Of high emprse.
Found sweetest need in some dear lady's eyes:
And still. ~ now, the heauteous maid might ~
At her white feet the flower of chivalry.
The ideal man, refined by smbaln,ing rhyme,
Looms clear before Is Akvm that grand old time.
But who, in these late days Of ours, would sigh
For that lost typsi Be sure, for one, notI.
Fame has no glamour for these eyes, washed clsa,
Prom mote and mist by many briny tear;
No glamour song; to linn, in legend old,
Such heroes, just and brave, and. kind and bold,
A sat, loog days go, in sweet old times,
A our right hand, and now rest cold In climss
Where southern suns no moro shall rise and sstr
Der soil believed with Aftic's tears and sweat:
Or starved in dungeons damp, hung round Will
chains,
ACQUIRED Of God and man, In cruel pains.
God bless our knightly sons, who sought tho Graf
Through storms Of blood and fire and 1saden hail
God bless our knights, returned from eonousxin,
warS
God bless our ta who .onl, .l..p .s.s,
TO maid and dame Of those dim mystic days
Was woman then, les ftail, more wondrous fir,
Than We, her daughters, or can ~ or ars'
Shall wsman's pom accord les noble praissi
know not, 1,-but can fancy we'll
King Arthss's Queen arraysd - modern belle:
The regal brow,-with powder white - snow;
The swan like neck, snamellsd, 80 and 10;
/ The lovely teeth, -of artificial pearls;
And, floating down the back tho stolen curls
The tive twin roses in the ladies face,
Dor lily white diserestly spread in place;
Tho bust, almost ssid the heartless breast,
A patent, fresh from Madam Dsmorest;
The waist, the form divine, from sole to crown,
As like what God would have itas-our own.
And yet, God pilots still the human soul,
And no weak cham shall turn it from it, pole.
High art in mode, and zen, psrhaps, in act,
May leave tho tbrobbing heart-within, intact.
Osrlaid with errors crude, and dark with lies,
Tho soul in sssking right, will svsr rise.
No joust, NO psgs ant, nor no tourney Gay,
Whore beauty sat, in qussnly state to weigh
Courageous deeds with ever watchful sys
According honor due; no pomp, can Vie
With modest worth, content in duty's sphere
70 stand or iall without or pride or fear.
Fen 20 some simple hearted, laughing girl
Whojoyss The groves, who works, md in Il
whidfdl
OF our coarse lhs, seems nought to the dased dgf
| Nay nurse spstlsss soul - pure ~ light;
Thro' homely toll, tho household drudge may Shi
ssraph, hinged for Heaven, . thing divine.
| The patient wiSs who tolls with wsary brain
Or thanklsss task. tsils moi, rs sure, in vain.
Small, gentle. sweet, sood Deeds small duties do,
Make mp life which those may rssd Who r.
! Nay read - good and tender, kind and wise, q
And ordsrsd BY our Father in the skies. - i
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