The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1875-11-30
Then out Of the air


And make him blest; like man.
Then out Of the air
There came In answer unto her prayer
mystic voice, aud IL whispered Rise J"
Steal from the water and under the skies
| find dead mother, and on her bed
| A new born babe that Is also dead;
Blend thy babe with the mortal clay,
And the thing shall be rs thou hast prayed
Thy child shall walk in the golden day,
Shall lind soul and cast a shade"
| The mother obsys, and fnds the dead wifi
and child of q shepherd. Blending her bab
| with the mortal clay. she sees her child a liy
Ing human being that has found a SOUL
| Weary 10 tell and weary 10 hear
Were the mortal life for many a year
OF that changeling child; but he grew OF
| c earth,
Knowing nanght of his mystic birth;
| And ever waxed mors strong and fair,
With the glory Of daylight on eyes and hair
Aud the poor, pale Mother Spirit smiled
From far away on her happy child,
Thinking, he thriyes, and the golden hours
FIJI his cap with their fruit and nowera
And he feels the sun and he drinks Its light
And ever nightly unseen she came
And kist bis sleep, TO her hearts desire,
Tho his breath met hers with fever'd fam,
OF fatal fire.
But there came m hou
When the shepherd who called him son Ia,
dead,
And when he was buried the changeling said
II will take my staff, aud will leave the place
| An seek new fortunes-God give me grace,
That prosper we'll" And away he went.
Humming an old tune, well content,
Beyond The night and across the day
Over the hills and far away;
And all alone
Yet not alone.
For step by step, and stone by stone,
| Where or he rcsted--hoct as wind
| His spirit Mother came behind;
Creeping 10 darkness all the day,
| But ever In the cold moonray
Finding his footprints, kissing them,
| And where his mortal riiment hem
Had brushed the warm due from the grass,
strewing pale flowers. Thus did she pass
| Till the braxen city gates by night
She saw him enter still and white
| She followed
Weary TO tell and hear
We're the changeling's doings for many a
year,
But the spirit saw as the years grew on
That his cheeks grew .wanner, his bright eye
Less happy and bright for he dwelt behold
! Where men and women were heaping gold
And counting gems, and q yellow CLEAN
Swallowed the sight and darkened the dream
o. %. HE s.asls % face; and BY the lamplight now
Der mighty tones, and the dark tones told
OF mystic manners OF finding gold.
He loved, was disappointed, and kept hid
eous orgies, and after time became war
/ rior. t wf. rf
Weary TO tell and weary to hear
The changeliDg's doings for many year
Weary 10 tell how the spirit dim
Moaning In misery followed him,
For whene'er she gazed on his features now,
On the bearded chin and the brutal brow.
She shuddered, and ever whenesr abe crept
Into the tent where the warrior slept
She saw on his hand q blood-red stain.
And she kissed the stain again and again
With her mad, cold ips-6ut IL would not 20
One night she walked with foot Of snow
Thro battlefield; and the moon on high
foamed through the film Of starry sky.
And the breath Of the moon, like hoarfros
she'd
Cleaned on the dreadful drifts of dead.
And she saw him standing amid IL all
Lying and bloody. ghostly and tall,
| With hand on his moaning horses mane
And his face was awful with hate aud pain.
And his eyes were mad-for beneath then
lay,
ouivering there in the pale moonray,
| A wounded foe-whilc, with dexter hand
he held aloft bloody brand
To cleave him down.
Before his look
Ono moment the Spirit Mother shook;
He could not hear her, he could not see,
But she shriek'd aloud In her agony
He glared all round like one In dread
OF voice from heaven or ghost from tn
dead
And nc sheathed his sword with shudds
soon,
Alone In the light Of the lonely moon.
o moon white moon
1 We sec him next at four score years o
age, the sorrowful and repcntsnt Abbot Paul
He sits in the open air, reading his scroll AM
longing for death.
/ efT ~ The air Is chill,
The light Is low, but he rcadelh still,
Mumbling the sacred words aloud:
And ever his weary neck is bowed
AT the name Of Mary and every saint;
While ever fainter and more faint
His voice doth grow ne he murmureth,
Holy of Hollios, drink my breath
For am sick of the sinful light"
The sun hath sunken out OF sight
In the cloudy west afar away
Chilly 10 groweih, chilly and gray
But who Is this with steps so still
Coming yonder beyond the hill
Over the peaks with q silyeru tread
Flashing, then rising overhead
In the open heayen Of q golden June
o noon white moon
! Down the mountain and into the mere
! The pale ray falleth, go silvern clear,
. And IL creepeth silently over all.
Till IL shineth full on The Abbott Paul,
Where he sits so still. o sec o see
-Paler, stillcr growcth he,
But his eyes still burn with a dying gleam;
, While faint, afar off. as In 4 dream,
Tie hears murmur, he sees n light
Softly, Silly, marble white.
Soft and pure as the moonray dim
! Smiling, outstrctching her arms 20 him,
His Spirit Mother upriseth now
A light not human Is on his brow,
A light not human Is Ia his eyes
Fold by fold. like a dark disguise,
The mortal dress is dropping away;
silently, slowly sinks the clay;
Ills eyes zee clear by some mystic spell
And he knoweth the gentle presence well.
20 mother motherl"
She answereth low: .
Come from the CLEAN OF the golden glow.
From the wicked flush Of the fcverd strife,
Back 10 the mystical moonlight life.
Thy heart II heavy, thy sense is drcar.
Weary with wandering many year
Come from the sorrows Of the Sun
NV own pale darling, my little one"
u motherl mother =
Her arms 40 dim
Are round his neck, and she kisseth him I
She smooths his hair with a gentle hand,
And she sings song Of the moonlight Ian.
He listens and listens, but still In a dream
Z Looking afar OF his dark eyes CLEAN,
Beyond her, through her, at some stran.
thing
There on the hilitops, beckoningi
, Dead in his chair lies the Abbot Paul,
But shape stands by him. stately and "a
q And another shape npon her knee
l ls looking mp 10 her agony.
: 20 mother mother !" the dark Shape erie
Gazing on her with gentle eyes
20 mother, mother, cannot stay
A voice II calling sfsr away
| Up the shining track OF the sun.
! Past the track OF the siivern moon.
q Further, higher. my path must run
: have found soul, and thou hast thy hoo
2 And The soul Is scourge, and The scourge
. ? And Il shoots me onward to strive a,
Il soar.
, For this Is The end Of thy hearts desire
4 rect not, stay not forcvennore.
e on Kiss me, mother. before got"
/, They Kiss each other. these shapes of snow.
|, They cling In the moonlight, they Kiss ca
"Child, my chlldl" and "Motberi Mother
Silently. swiftly, thro' the air
!. Riseth one Ike meteor fair,
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