Idaho tri-weekly world. (Idaho City, Idaho) 1875-1875, 1875-05-05
FOUND FLOATING.
From the Salem Statesman.

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lakes and mountains of amber were
clearly outlined against an amethyst
sky. To the left were wide, cool pas
lures all afame with scarlet berries
and the warm crimson of the black
berry bush. Waving fields Of grain,
nodding like knights, their yellow
plumes to the sweet-scented zephyrs,
snowy-drifting fields of clover. where
all the long, luscious summer days,
large-eyed cattle browsed ill won
drous ecstacy. To the right
stretched ridge of dusky
mountains with their golden-fringed
shadows, and over all hung warm,
ripe-hush, dreamy and luscious as the
heart of Italy At their base lay
"A green gloamed transparent stream"
And the scarlet sun, that erewhile had
dipped down into its depths, left upon
its bosom
"A splasl Of blood"
Which eddied away to the further
shore
4 Sloping down to its margin was the
great city with its ceaseless hmm and
roar, and its tread of many feet.
Slowly the shadows thickened aud
deepened upon the mountains and
their dark forms crept stealthily down
the river and across 10 the city, leav-
ing a black, sinuous trail behind them
The yellow moon rode swiftly to
her throne in the sky, and one by one
the candles Of heaven were lit in their
places. Swiftly the shadows length
encd and blackened Night. with her
dusky, jcwcl,-l brow, swung an ehon
ccnser to and fro, and balmy slumber
tioated on the fragrant air, and the
great heart Of the world had ceased to
,hrob.
The garnet lights Of the city were
dashed out; the heavy stiffness of the
streets was unbroken save by the
tread Of policemen on their weary
beats, and the iron heart Of the great
flctory that Lifted its huge skel.
cton toward the sky.
i. Close within the shadow Of this old
factory, whose heart never ceased to
throb. filling the city shops and the
potters field as we'll, little, dark fg'
ure glided stcalthily, now swiftly,
through the patches of moonlight-al
ways cronchinc close under the shad.
ows Of the houses, winding in and ont
. with the curvings Of the streets and
always taking those that were loneli'
J. est and that led straightest to the
= river. A little, dark figure on the
western slope Of night, bridging the
white silence betwixt the factory and
. the river! Had it meaning? Dc
YOU know what life is in city factory!
d @, fathers and mothers! you wall in
your places when the little, wee foot
steps cease to patter in the nursery
and on the stairways; when the swee,
d child-faces are folded away under cof
Q fin-lids and the meadow grasses you
think the blackest shadow lies upon
your hearthstone. You sit in your
: desolate homes, hugging your death
less sorrow and forget how luminous
Heaven opens for you,
..When God draws new angel 90
Through the house Of a ,nan up to His;'
; Forget that the promise is sure and
steadfast as the immovable mountains,
that you will meet them again beyond
the purple hills of eternity.
!. say it reverently aud with deep
: est human sympathy, it il infinitely
!, better that q coverlid Of daisies be
spread over the curly heads Of your
!, darlings than that they should eve,
know anght Of the stunted growth and