New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1875-07-08

Whose dear. patcTfai images appear
Not wrapped III gloom hut rObed in sunshine here;
Whose simple lives compete ard without flaw,
Wero part aud parcel Of great Natures law;
Who said not TO their Lord as if afraid,
"llcre is tliy talent IN napkin lad,'
Bat abored ia their sphere, . those " no live
IL the delight that work alone can give
Peace he o. Them; eternal peace and rest,
And ihe fulllimcnt ~ the great lehest:
'Yc have been faithful over Few things,
Over ten cities shall Sc reign as kings"
And We who tn the places once filed,
Aud follow i'm the iuTrows that we Tiled,
Ncung men, whose generous hearts are beating high,
We who are eli, and are about e. die,
Salrte YOU: hail Won; talk" your bands in ours
And crown you With our welcome with lOwers
How beautiful is youth how bright il CLEANS
Wiihi.s illusions, aspirations dreams!
Book Of Beginnings, Story without Ina,
Each maid heroine. and each man trIcndl
Aladdin Lamp, and Fortunatus Purse
Thai holds the treasures OF the universal
Al possibilities are IA IT'S lahdS,
No danger dauns II. and no Toe Ni!hstands;
IL its sublime audacity Of faith,
BE thou removed y it TO tie mountain saith,
And with aubi iOue feet, secure and proud,
Ascends the laddt leaning on the cloud!
A. ancient Pria,n ut the Scpan gate
sat on the walls OF Troy IN reg Al state
With the old men, 100 old and weak to light,
Ginning Ike gras-h0ppsIs n thcir delight
10 see the Cniatted ncsts. with spear and sLield,
OF Trujaus and Achaians in the field;
So from che snowy submits Of oar years
We see you in the plain, a. each appears,
Aud question OF you; asking, Who ~ ne
That towers above he otheIsl Which may be
At eides. Menclaus, Odysscus,
Ajax the great, or bold ldomencusp
Let him not boast who puts his has arinOr
As he who puts il oil, the battle done.
Study Yourselves: aHd most OF all note well
Wherein kind Na,urc meant you 10 excel.
Not every blossom rlpcns mo iru.t;
Minerva tho inyeHirrss of the huic,
Hang il aside when she her face surveyed
Distorted in Il fountain as she played;
The unlucky Marsvas found II, and ms tate
Mas one to make The brdVest hesitate.
Write on your doors the saying wise ard OLD.
"Be bold. be bold an everywhere lie bold;
BE- not too boldr We; better the excess
Than The defect; better the more han LEGS;
Better ike icct0rin the holi 10 die,
Than ike the perfuned Paris tu,n and fly
And now, my classmates: We remaining few
That number not the hall OF those We knew;
We, against Whuso familiar name; not Yet
The fatal aetcTisl, 0i dcata Is sci,
Ne salute. The hcroogc OF Iimc
ftrikos the haif-ccntuTy with e solemn chime,
And summons us together once again,
the JOY OF meeting MOI uniuiXod with PAIN.
Where are the other-l Voices from the deep
Caverns of darkness answer ne " They sleep"
name 10 names instincNciy feel
Zach at some well-Temembcrei grave Will kneel,
And from the inscription wipe the weeds and moss,
For every heart best kuoweth lis own loss
] see the scattered gTaYe-stOncs cleaning White
Through the pale dusk OF the impending night;
Ger all alike the impartial sunset throws
lis golden lilies mingled with the rose;
We give to all a tender thought, and pass
Out of the GIave-parls with their tangled grass,
Unto these scenes frequented 10y or feet
When we were young, and life was fresh and sweet
wha, shall say toyon What can say
Better than silence Isl When survey
This thrOng of faces turned to meet NY own,
Friendly aud fair and yet 10 me unknown,
Transformed the very landscape seems to be:
ii is the same, yet not the same 10 me-.
So many memories crowd upon my brain,
50 many ghosts are in the wooded plain
] fam would steal away, with DOseIess tread,
AS from house where some one heth dead.
cannot go Il pause II hesitate;
Gy feet reluctant linger al the gate
As one who struggles in a troubled dream
To speak and cannot, TO myself seem.
Vanish the dream! Vanish the idle fcarsl
Vanish the rolling miSts OF hfty years!
Whatever time space may iutcrN enc,
j will not be q stranger IN TINS scene.
Here every doubi, all indecsion ends;
Hail. my companions, comrades. classmates, friends
All me! the City years since last we met
Seem to me fifty foliDs bound and set
By Time, the great transcrlbcr, Oh MS shelves,
Wherein are written the histories Of ourselves.
What tragedies what comedies are there;
What joy and grief, what rapture and despair!
What chronicles Oi Triumph and defeat,
OF struggle, and temptation, ard retreat
WHAT records OF regrets. and doubts, aud fears
What pages blott,d, bii,tercd by Our tears
" hat lovely Landscapes Oh the margin SHINE,
What sweet, angelic faces, what divine
And holy images of love and trust,
iindimmed by age. unsOiled by damp or dust!
Whose hand shall dare to open and explore
These VOLUMES. closed and cla>ped for eyernOre
Not mine. With revcTential feet pass
] hear a voice that Crlcs, Alas! alas!
Whatever hath been written shall remain,
Nor he erased nor written DER again;
The unwriten only sth belongs Ia thee,
lake heed, AID ponder well what that shall be-
As children frightened 10y thunder cloud
Are treasured IL some one reads aloud
4 tale Of wonder, with cnchantment fraught,
Or wild adventure, that divcIts Their thought,
let me endoavOr with a tale 10 chase
The gathering shadows OF the tine and place,
And nauish what all too deeply feel
Wholly TO say, OF wholly to conceal.
In medieval Rome, ] know not where,
There stood an image with it's arm in air,
And on its lifted finger, shining clear,
A golden ring with the device, strike here"
Greatly the people wondered, though none guessed
The meaning that these words but half expressed,
Until a learned clerk, who at MONDAY
With downcast eyes WAS passing OF his way,
Paused, and observed the SPOT, and marked 1t WELL
Whereon the shadow Of the finger fell;
Aud coming back at midnight, dslyed, and found
a secret stairway leading under ground:
Down this he passed into a spacious hall,
Lii by "A flaming jewel on the wall
And Opposite a hIazCsl statue stood
With bow and shaft Ia threat ening attitude.
Upon its forehead, like c0ronet,
Were the mysterious words Of menace set:
" That which am, am my fatal aim
None can escape, not even yon luminous flame
Midway the ball was fair table placed.
With cloth Of gold and golden cups eucnased
With rulies and the plates and kniYos were gold,
And gold the bread and viands manic old.
Around il, silent. motionless, and sad,
Were serted gallant knights IN armor ciad
And ladies beautiful with plunge and zone,
But thcy stone, t.Ier hearts within were stone;
Tor the 6ftefb Anniversary Of 1897