The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-03-26
IDAHO WORLD.
A REvERQE.

Tia following touching and eloquent lines
are from the pen Of tho inspired poesPriest-
A. j. Ryan.
The sweetest warbler of the sunny South
Hove to linaer at his muses. shrine;
And every line poured from his poetsoul
Finds sure response in this waste heart OF mine
,n..a hearts of ours-how strange! how strange
How they yearn to ramble and love to range
Down through the Wales OF the years long gone
On through the future that 10 fast rolling on.
To-days are dull as they wend their ways
Back to their beautiful yesterdays;
The present il blank. as they wing their hight
To future to morrows where al seems bright
Build them bright and beautiful home
THEY'LL soon grow weary and want to roam;
Find them . spot without sorrow or pam.
They may stay day, but they're on again.
These hearts of ours-how wild! how wild!
They re - hard to tame - an Indian . cniid;
THEY'RE a restless waves on the sounding sea-
Lie the breeze and the birds-they're hckie and
free.
These hearts Of ours-how lionel how lionel
Forever forever they mourn and moan
Let them revel in joy. let them riot in cheer,
The revelry over, they're all the more drear
These hearts Of ours-how warm how warm
Like the suns bright ray-like the summers charm
How they beam and burnt how they CLEAN and glow
Their dash and fame hide but ashes below.
These hearts Of oars-how cold! how coldl
Like DEFENDERS SHOWS on the waste or mould;
And though our DEFENDERS melt soon into May,
Some know DEFENDERS that pass not away.
These hearts of ours-how deep! how deep!
You may sound the sea where the corals sleep,
where never a biuow hath rumbled or rolled.
Depths still the deeper our hearts hide and hold.
Where the wild storm tramps hath ne'er been known
The wrecks Of the sea lie low and lone;
Thus the hearts surface may sparkle and glow.
There're wrecks far down, therere graves below.
These hearts Of ours-but after all
How shallow and narrow-how tiny and small.
Like scantiest streamets or summers least rill,
They're as easy to empty IS easy TO NIL
One hour of storm and now the streams pour:
One hour of sun, and the streams more;
One grief how the tears Of the heart gush and glide;
One smile now they ever so fast they are dried
These hearts OF ours-how wise! how wise!
They can lift their thoughts till they touch the skies;
They can sink their shafts like miner bold
Where wisdom mines-hide their pearls and gold
Aloft they soar with undazzled gaze,
Where the halls Of the Day king burn and blaze,
Or they dy with . wing that will never fail
Ger the sky's dark sea where the star-ships sail
These hearts OF ours-what fools. wha. fools
How they laugh at wisdom. their laws and rules.
how they waste their powers, and when wasted;
grieve
For what they have squandered, bu. cannot reirve.
These hearts Of ours-how strong how strong
Let thousand sorrows around them throng,
They can bear them aI-and a thousand more
And they're stronger than they were before.
These hearts Of ours-how weak, how weak.
But . single word Of unkindness speak.
Like poisoned SHAFT like viper's fang.
That one slight word leaves q life long pang.
These hearts Of ours-but I've said enough.
Az find that my rhyme goes rude and rough;
I'll rest me now, but I'll come again:
With to-morrows sun 10 resume my strain.