The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-04-01


A garrett grows human thing
With lonely oriental eyes,
To whom confding fingers bring
The world in yesterdays dis else.
All richer far than noontide blazs
The soft gray silence Of the air,
AZ If long year, Of ended days
Had garnred all their twilights there.
The heart can see so clear and far
In such place with such light
God counts His heavens star by star.
And rains them down unclouded night.
Where rsfters set their cobwebb'o feet
Upon the rugged oaken ledge,
found Hock of singers gweet,
Like RnOw.bound sparrowA In hedge.
In silk Of spider'yspinning hid
A long and narrow Psslm.book lay; +:
wrote name upon Ihe lid.
Then brushed the idle dust away.
All, dotted tribe with ebon heads
That climb the slender fence alongi
Aa DiacK as INK ID tnlcK rs Weede,
Ye little Africans of song!
Who wrote upon this page Forget
Ne MOTT" There cruel caves Of old
Have crushed to death violet
See here its spectsr's paid gold.
A penciled whisper during prayer
Il that poor dim and girlIsh word,
But ali, linger longest where
1t opens OF its own accord.
These spotted leavesl How they once baske ed
Beneath the glance Of girlhood's eyes,
And parted 10 the gaze unmasked,
Az spread the wings of butterflies.
The book falls open where 1t will
Broad an the page runs Silver Street
That shining way to zion's Hill
Where base and treble used to meet.
ahak . the leaves. They part at Near
Again they strike the good old tune;
The village church Is build ed here;
The twilight TURKS to afternoon.
Old house of Puritanic wood,
Through whose implanted windows streamed
On seats as primitive and rude
AZ Jacobs pillow when he dreamed,
The white and undiluted day!
Thy naked aisle no roses grace
That blOssomed at the shuttle's play;
Nor saints distempered bless the place.
Like ieudal castles. front to front,
In timbered oak Of Saxon Thor,
To brave the siege and beal the brunt
OF Bunyan's endless holy War.
The pulpit and the gallery stand
Between the twain peaceful space,
The prayer and praise on either hand,
And giIls and Gospel face TO face.
hear the reverend Elder say,
Hymn 6tty.frst, long meter, eing"
hear the Psalm books auttered play
Like focks Of sparrows taking wing.
Armed with fork to pitch the tune,
hear the Deacon call "Dundeel"
And mount as brisk as Benny Doom
His 'fa, col, Ia" and scent the key.
He "trees" The note for sister Gray;
The old Scotch warDling strains begin;
The base Of BaEhan leads the way
And all the girls tall sW eetly in.
How swells the hymn of heavenly love,
As rise the tides in Fundy's Bay!
Till all the air below, above,
Is sweet with song and carraway!
fugue let loose cheers up the place
With has" and tenor, alto, air;
The parts strike in with measured grace,
And something sweet ls eyelywhere
A. ii some warbling brood should build
OF bits of tunes singing nest,
Each bringing that with which 1t thrilled
And weaving it with all the rest
The congregation rive and stand
Old hundreds rolling thunder comes
In heavy surges, slow and grand,
AS beats the surf its solemn drums.
Now come the times when China's wall
IL blended with the faint perfume
o. whispering Grape and cloudy .eil,
That fold within their rustling gloom.
Some wounded human mourning dove,
And fall around some stricken one
With nothing left alive to love
Below the unregarded sun!
And now they sing star In sight,
The blessed Star Of Bethlehem;
And Cow the air Is roya4 bright
With CorOnation's 6iadem.
They show me spots of dimpled sod
They say the girls OF old are there
Oh, no. they swell the choirs of God;
The dear old Songs are everywhere
-scribner for April.
The sure foundations of the State
e laid in knowledge, not in ignor-