Wilmington daily commercial. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1866-1877, 1874-10-14
from the New York Tribune To-Day.l
Poets Welcome Home.

The demonstration, last week, in the Hockes-
siu Valley, in honor OF Mr.. Bayard Taylors re-
turn, appears, from the account printed, on our
third page, to have been as hearty and generous
as ii was deserved. Mr.. Taylora old friends and
neighbors by hundreds came from far and near.
The pavilion was splendid with flowers and
Autumn leaves; passages from his poems we're
framed in ivy, and the German and American
flags were intertwined.
In a brief private note, received in New York
by one of his literary friends, Mr.. Taylor says ::
"The speeches, songs, and poems quite over
whelmed me. 1t seemed that all l once thought
best and supposed to be forgotten was revived
that all the recognition l crayed iu vain WAS
poured upon me at once For three hours l had
to keep myself by force of will, from crying like
baby"
Mr.. Tay lor Seems to have been thoroughly taxi
en- by surprise by the magnitude of the demon
stration. dissatisfied with his brief speech, he has
sought to make more careful response, which
we have the pleasure of printing herewith
AID AMIGOS.
Mount Cuba. OcL 10, 1874.
Sometimes an hour of Fate's serenest weather
Strikes through our changeful sky Its coming
Somewhere above US in elusive ether
Waits the fulnlment OF our dearest dreams.
So when the waywsrd time and gift have blended,
When hope beholds relinqulshed visions won,
The heavens are broKen and blue more splendid
Holds in Its bosom an enchanted sun.
Then words uuguessed, in faiths own shyness
guarded,
To ears unused their welcome music bear;
Then hands help on that doubtingy retarded
And love Is liberal as the summer air.
The thorny chaplet OF a slow probation
Becomes the laurel fate 80 long denied
The form achieved smiles on the aspiration,
And dream IL deed, and Art Is Justified
All, neyermore the duh neglect that smothers
The bsrd's dependent being, shall return
Forgotten lines are on the lips of others.
Extlnguished thoughts in other spirits burn
And echoes come from dark or empty years;
Here brlms the golden cup, no more untasted,
But fame Is dim through mlsts of grateful tears
| sang but as tile living spirit taught me.
| Beat towards the light, perchance with wayward
wing;
And still must answer for the cheer you've brought
me;
sang because could not choose but sing.
From that wide air, whose greedy silence swallows
SO many voices, even as mine seemed lost,
| | hear You speak, and sudden glory follows,
| As from falling tongue of Pentecost.
SO heard AMI nailed Dy you, tnat, standing nearest,
Make love blessing, faith purer name
| l hold anew the earliest gift and DEAREST
| The happy Song that cares not for its fame
| Ceddrcroft, Oct. II, 1874. BAYARD TAYLOR
"A new and charming volume of recent trav.
el will be issued in few days by the house OF
George P. Putnam's Sons, from Mr. Taylor's
pen. 1t will comprise those delightful letters
| from Egypt and Iceland with which the readers
| of the Tribune are already familiar, together
with much original matter never yet printed.
The principal novelty will be the account of an
Expedition to the Fyoom. The whole volume
has all the charm and viyacity of Mr.. Taylor'f
earlier sketches, together with the sure practi.
cal touch and insight which only experience can
give. 1t will be issued in two editions one the
convenient lGmo., of the Saunterer's series the
other 12mo,, uniform with the Household Ed
| tion of Mr.. Taylor's works.