The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-07-15
[scrlbner's for July.l
THE yANE ON THE SPlRE.


During the bitter and death-bringng days Of
the winter and spring Of 1872, often watched
the gilded arrow that swings upon the spire OF
meaning for me--sometimes sad, a few times
clad, and always true. Day after day, week al,
Ter week, that arrow pointed north.poi lIea
east--dltcdvs north, always eaSt--like tine nnger
of Fate. fine chill winds blew; the cold storms
came; there were beds OF langushing; tnere
S %eTf Ss AZ IN all
while the arrow told the story.
AT last there came some genial DAYS, Wm no,
flowers blossomed, birds sang, the weak grew
strong, and the graves were green. . .., q,
The arrow on the spire had swung r0unu 10
the south It told the story SUI HIM o va Se nU
u piece of nral jewelry. IL had eiolurnn non
enough to inspire little song, had there been
anybody to write II.
Under the sun and under the moon,
silver at midnight, golden at noon,
Gould Dian have lost II out OF her hair
Phnbus' culver have shaken IL there
That wonderful arrow sweeping thc "H
There's an arrow aloft with featherd shat
f,hot never has ,,own at the bow-strlng's draft,
And the goldsmith has hidden the olacksmiths
craft.
For IFS heart is OF iron, It's CLEAN OF gold,
IL is pointed to pierce, and barbd oholi,
And It's wonderful story Is hardly told.
IL is poised ON a finger from sun to sun,
And Il catches the gllmmer OF dawn begun,
And is floating In light when the day Is DONE
And 1t turns at the touch of vcwlcss hand,
And il swings in the air like wizards wand
BY the tempest whlrled and the zephyr's famed.
And the slnewy finger that cannot tire,
Is the lifted hush OF the old church splie,
That NaniSheS out as heaven Is higher;
And the arrow upon it the rusted vanc
As true to Its master as faith to fame,
That Is swinging forever in sun and rain.
Right about to the North.l And the trumpets
And the shlverlng air Is dim with snow,
Aud the earth grows dumb and the brooks run
Slow
And the shaggy Arctic, chilled to the BONE
Is craunchlng the world with a human moan,
And the clank OF a chain In the frozen zone
And the world is dead in It's seamless shroud,
And the stars wink slow In the rlfted cloud,
And the owl In the oak complains aloud.
Aud the arrow is true to the iceberg's realm,
As the rudder stanch In the CHASTITY whelm
with hero by to handle the helm
l. II welded with frost as iron with fire?
Up with blue-jacket Chamber the spire
Aud swing II around to the point OF desire!
II sways to the East ! And the ley rain,
with the storms "l0ng rolf on the window
pane
And a diamond point on the crystal vane!
And the cattle stand with the wind astern.
And the routes of the rain on cave and urn,
As the drops are llalIsu ana frozen IN TURN,
Are such pendants OF wonder as cave and mine
Never give TO the gaze when the torches shine,
But right out of heaven and half divine
All. 1t swings due south to the zephyrs thrill!
In the yellow noon 1t lies as still
As a speckled trout by the dr0wsy mill.
While the bugle Of Gabriel wakes the sod
And the beautiful life I'm the speechess clOd
TIL the crowded June Is a smile for God
Resurrection to-day. For the roses spoke!
Resurrection to-day! For the rugged oak
In live green billow rolled and broke
And the spider feels for her sllken strings,
And the honey bee huns, and the world has
And bent with the blue the bluebIrd sings.
While the cloud is ablaze with the Bonded bow,
And the waters white with the lilies snow,
ON the motionless arrow, all In row,
Are four little sparrows that pipe so small
Their carol dstlllS as the dewdrops fall,
And we only see they are singing at all!
Now the arrow is swung with n sweep so bold
Where the day has been finging It's garments
gold
TIL they stain the sky with glow untold.
All, the cardinal point OF the wind is west!
And the clouds bear down In a fleet abreast,
And the world is as still as a child at rest
There's pinnacle light like an angry star!
Ana the Rrowl OF n gun with Il crash and jar
And roll OF a drum where the angels are!
And 1t tumbles Its freight on the dancing grain,
And 1t beats into blossom the buds again.
And 1t brightens world baptsed in rain
And Il gladdens the earth as It drifts along,
And the meadow is green, and the corn is strong
And the brook breaks forth in the same old
song.
As looked for the arrow-it hung there yet
win the drops OF the rain its barb was wet,
N ri nlCn lnt
And behold aloft In the ruddy shine,
Where the crystal water again was wine,
And it hallowed the dart like touch divine!
Under the sun and under the moon,
silver at midnight, golden at noon,
Could Dian have lost 1t out OF her hair?
PhGbus culver have shaken II there?
That wonderful arrow sweeping the air