The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1875-04-01
THE PSALM-BOOK IN THE GAR
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BY BENJAMIN F. TAYLOR.
garnet grows human thing
With lonely oriental eyes,
10 whom contiding fingers bring
The world in yesterdays disguise.
All. richer far than noontide blaze
The soft grey silence of the air,
As if long years of ended days
Had garnered 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 rafters set their cobwebb'd feet
Upon the rugged oaken ledge,
found flock Of singers sweet
Like snow-bound sparrows in hedge.
In silk of spiders spinning hid,
A long and narrow Psalm-book lay;
l wrote name upon the lid,
Then brushed the idle dust away.
ih, dotted tribe with ebon heads
That climb the slender fence along!
As black as ink. as thick as weeds,
ie little Africans of song!
Who wrote upon this page FORGET
Me Not?' These cruel leaves Of old
Have crushed to death a violet
See here its specter's pallid gold.
A penciled whisper during prayer
Is that poor dim and girlish word,
But all, 1 linser longest where
1t opens of its own accord.
These spotted leaves! How they once basked
Beneath the glance of girlhood's eyes,
And parted to the gaze unasked,
As spread the wings Of butterflies.
The book falls open where 1t will
Broad on the page runs Silver Street!
That shining way to lions Hill
Where base and treble used to meet.
shake the leaves. They part at Near
Again they strike the good old tune;
The village church is builded here;
The twilight turns to afternoon.
Old house Of Puritanic wood,
Through whose implanted windows
streamed,
On seats as primitive and rude
AsJacob's 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.
Alhc lSuudl SdsllCSS lIVAt W
In timbered oak of Saxon Thor,
To brave the siege and bear the brunt
OF Bunyan's endless Holy War,
The pulpit ard the gallery stand
Between the twain a peaceful space,
The prayer and praise on either hand,
Aud girls and Gospel face to face.
hear the reverend Elder say,
Hymn ty-frst, long meter, sing"
hear the Psalm-books' tluttered play
Like tiocks of sparrows taking wing.
Armed with fork to pitch the tune,
hear the Deacon call "Dundee!"
And mount as brisk as Bonny Doom
His ia, sol, la" and scent the key.
He trees" the note for Sister Gray;
The old Scotch warbling strains begin;
The base of Bashan leads the way,
And all the girls fall sweetly in.s
How swells the hymn of heavenly love,
As rise the tides in Fundys Bay!
Till all the air below, above,
Is sweet with song and caraWay!
a fugue let loose cheers up the place
With base and tenor, alto, air;
The parts strike in with measured grace,
And something sweet is everywhere!
As if some warbling brood should build
OF bits Of tunes a singing nest,
Each bringing that with which it thrilled
And weaving it with all the rest!
The congregation rise and stand:
Old Hundreds rolling thunder comes
In heavy surges, slow and grand,
As beats the surf its solemn drums.
Now comes the times when China's vail
Is blended with the faint perfume
Of whispering Grape and cloudy veil,
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 a star in sight,
The blessed Star of Bethlehem;
And now the air is royal bright
With Coronation's diadem.
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.