The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1877-02-18
oartor Resartua.

when sabbath blesses us with rest
when beauteous woman Is most best
when church blessed people crowd and TEEN,
And tide and dow like some strong stream,
AL still Us spirits In dream
When spring tine sunbeams strike us. bold
And strong as toppled beams Of gold;
when spires uplift and point US TO
The starry sleeps OF God, and Though
All peril. when we rise and ,csI
On tranquil Sundays from church door
When white-winged ships drit ireamily,
Or shoot like shuItles fro aud to-
Across great streets that stretch tar down
To seas on either side the town.
when skies are bound IN spotles- blue;
when ships tend seward ceaselessly.
Sail forth ~ pure white polar sea.
Bring fruits from farthe-t sicih.s.
Bring pinky coral from south deeps.
where everlasting silence sleeps.
To this new Venice Of the sea;
o then go forth. proud soulcd. and view
This glorious, full, fiith Avenuel
And 20 esulung grand snd true.
To this great land that nurtured you;
Yea. 20 fullhear,ei. loving fond.
And loyal to your land For you
May range all pcopled regions through,
May seek all cities, far or near.
Beyond the seas and still beyond,
Yet you all never ind one peer
To this proud scene SO near your homo
The crowded carnival of Rome.
That Saturn crowns each vornal year,
Knows nothing In Its proudcst day
Like this magnificent display
o. men and msidens moving through
This popuous. proud avenue.
Yea, have tracked the hemisphercs
Have touched on faircst land that lies
This side the gates Of Paradise
Have ranged the universe for years,
Have read the book OF beauty through
From Ute leaf ~ colophon.
While pleasure turned the leaves. Yeton
This Island bank my bark shall strand.
My feet shall ceave this solid land.
That may live, elone to view
The glory Of the Avenue.
Go yc and wander n you will
For grace In faron countries STILL.
when every foreign land is trod.
know ye will return. and YOU
Will lit your hands, protesting there
Was never yetA scene 50 lair
This side the golden gates Of God,
A. these proud people passing through
This broad and b, autcous avenue.
Such womcnl Ana such waists Such armsl
Such null development OF charmsi
Such matches, moving loNehnessl
Such sweeping grace such gorgeous drcssl
Such eyes such little feet ani such
Such everything It is too much
Itdrives one wild To even write
ofs much beauty, when one might
But never mind. Go thou and view
The glory OF the avenue
How peaceful and how perfect all
rustic ~ OF rustling trees
when crisp CURED autumn leaflets fall;
murmur like the lull II bees
In Californian how,r field
On purple afternoons You hear
No lifted voice afr"nt the ear.
or sword like tongue clang battle shield;
Columbia low voiced women call,
or answer hack To ardent loves,
Like cooling chanscful throatcd doves,
Or far, faint, wooded waterfall,
Aud this you hear, and ,hat is all
What long, long, endless lovely lines
OF moVlns b'auty reaching down
Like boncdicuons through the townl
what gracel what glory manilcs ALL
what gorgeous garmcntins OF tall,
Majestic Jnnosl Beauty shines
From every speaking paving stone
As beauty never spnke or shonc.
What rainbow coloringl What lines
OfglcAming garmcntsl Lines OF clothes
Not clothes lincsi MOI But now suppose
The rose gives blush TO blood of vines,