New-York tribune., 1873-12-10

Bit down beside your hearth moro and look inlthe
dear old facesr
And thank you for the lessons your years are teach
For honest lives that louder speak than half noisy
preaching;
For your steady faith and courage in that dark and evil
When the Golden Rule treason and to feed the hun
gry, crime:
For the poor slaves house Of refuge when the hounds
Audsan and SINNER church and state oined hands to
send him back.
Blessings upon you!what you did for that sad, suffer-
SO homeless faint and naked Lord was done
Fair fall Kennetts pleasant wales and Lonswoods
The mellow sunset of your lives friends OF my early
DAYS.
May many more OF quiet years be added to your sum-
Aud late at last in tenderest love- the Deckohhz anger
come
Dear hearts are here dear hearts there alike below
above. -
Our friends are now IN either world and love sure OF
These are pleasant verses for lesser man, but they
are far enough from taking rank with The Playmate,
1.-The Swan Sorg OF Parson Avery" The New Wlfe and
the DID, and many another gem In our poets crown OF
glory. Nor is Celia Thaxer up to her own hgh-water
mark in her In Kitery Churchyard." Holiness Old
Year songu ia tender and poetca but not one OF his
best The most poetic poem of the number is by Bayard
Tay lor, and is well worth your reading.
THE TWO HOMES
NV home was seated high and fair,
Upon a mountains side;
The day was longest. br ghtest there;
Beneath, the world was VIDE.
Across its blue, embracing zone
Tne rivers cleaned, the cities shone,
Aud over the edge OF the fading run
saw the storms in the distance dim,
And the fash of the soundloss thunder.
But weary grew the sharp, cold wine
or winds that never Kissed,
The changeless green OF FIR and pine,
Tue gray andClingng mist.
Above the granite sprang no bowers;
The soil gave low aud scentless h0wers;
And the drOne and din OF the waterfall
Became challenge, a tauntlng call;
"'T1s fair, tits falr III tle valley y
or all the homesteads deep and far
NV fancy CLING to one,
Whose gable burned, a mellow star,
Touched by the SINKING SUM-
Unseen around. but not unguessed,
Tne orchards made a leafy nest;
The turf before il was Thick knew,
And bees were busy the garden through
And the windows we're DARK Win roses.
",Tis happier there, below" I sighed;
The world il warm and near
And closer love and comfort hide,
That cannot reacn me here.
who master is must be 80 bleSt
lie II share with me his sheltered nest,
II down TO the valley should 30,
Leaving the granite, the pines and snow,
And the winds that are keen AZ lanees.'
wandered down. by ridge and dell
The way rough ana long;
Though earlier shadows round me fell,
| cheeTed them win my song.
The worlds great circlc narrower grew,
Till hedge ana thicket hid the blue
But over the orchards, near at hand,
The gable shOne on the quiet land,
Aud iar away was the mountain!
Then came the master; mOurnfuleyed
And stern Of brow was he.
go. planted in such peace - CRIED
Spare but the least to me!
" VINO seeks he SAID, " tins DTOOdlng haze,
The tameness Of these weary daysi
The highways dust, the glimmcr and heat,
The woods that fctter the young winds feet,
And hide the world and ITS beauty e.
lie stretched mis- hand; he lookediafar
With eyes OF old desire;
saw my nome. mellow star
That neld the sunsets fire.
But yonder home" he crIed Z" how fair
lis chambers burn like glldcd air;
know that the gardens wild az dreams
With the sweep OF winds, the dash Of streams,
Aud the pines that sound as all anthem
$50 quiet so sercnely high
IL Sits, when clouds are furled.
And knows the beauty OF the sky,
The glory Of the world!
Who there abdes must be so blcst
He III share with me that lofty crest,
III up To the mountain should 90,
Leaving the dust and the glare below
And the weary life Of the valley ~
There is about this poem easy grace Of Iryhm, and
a felicity OF expression quite captivating 10 the
The woods that feter the young winds feet the
chambers that burn like Gilded arr the {" gardens
wild as dreams these touches that show the hand
of the poet L. c. w.