New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1877-12-21

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some mills 1ud o. village hu"W'
Ar nvsrit s.. tIe hiir heaven,
MItha uhitc cloud floating below.
An once the roof 7..s prison,
Nrmuj lud i.n -Ly WEI Iic,,
Us iiHu-tf- g. Do tlc birds Won't h'lng,
Aut uy hopes Ne.c heaven 10 me
Now Tcsu, FROM ,ls 'in'-l..s distance
Whore followed nay 1'ih's y iid Will
Where ttcy pres, the wine ui dtlhSoh
Ina. you GlluL alo AIc ,.lt-lF rlui
And know why tho rirI w 10 tine spring-tima
10 the Iu8icI oit ,r't eOti.~ back
=. .as iri't tiv -uUf. taN s4. 7aiu'-t.r
IIr bias f,it what tIe sweet tl.u-5 .acA.
So come with sdI can.curgant,
W.tl eyes tutt are changed -.t;
TIE roof means peace, not 10 prison,
And Heaven smiles down on ue.
more cheerful scene in the motley drama Of hT
n life than a,corls with the dominant tone q
volume, is pre- cntcd in the poem called
HE HOUSE IL TIE MEADOW.
II sfards m sunny meadow,
The house 200 WUs-v and brown,
With 10. cumbrnUs old stone chnncys,
And iAe gray roof ,lop'us down.
IN" trees fold their green arms round j.,
The trees % century Old;
And tu, winds gocIluntug through them,
AMI the suuUedns .iit their gold
The cowslirs spring in the meadows,
Tie roses bloom on the lnll,
And beside tIc brook in tha pasture
Tie herds 20 fee linz at Will
Witau. in tie wide ola kitchen,
The old ioik sit va the Sul
1lHf cr. cps through tlc Sirlt'llus Wooubluc
Till Oh, day is almost done.
The children grew mp and left them,-
They 81 Iu tHc sun alone,
And tIcouu wfe's cars are failing
As she marks 20 the WI. known tone
That Won her heart in her grIhood,
Tia. h.t. sIOjbcd hrr i'm many care,
And praises her now for tho brightness
Hrr old lLce used 10 wear.
She thinks 1gtin o, her bridal,
How, dle-sed in her robe Of white,
Size -tpoi by her gay yudl- lover
IL Tie morling's ROSY hsHi;
On tle morning rs ROSY as ever
But the rose from her check has He'd,
And the sunshine -till j. golden,
But 1t falls ON silyered IA adj
And the girIhood dreams. once vanished,
Come back i'm her wiatei-timc
TIL. Ter fr..,c pulses .rrrbi-
VITA the thl'l Of sprug-iimc's PRIME
AID looking forth from he window,
she tllnh- how tHt irce. nave grown
Since. clad bon Der bridal whijcutss,
she crossed the old door-stOuc
Troueh dimmod her eyes br. eht azure.
Aud dImm.d her hair, youu- gold,
The love M hcr lr.hoJi piIGhtci
Has never grown ain nor cod.
They sat in peace iu the sunshine
Iili the DAY WIS ain O-i duIc,
AMI then, 81 IL cl0tc Ha angel
~tuc over The tMc,huid-otOnc.
He folded their hands together.
lie toAch cd thrlr c}.i.c- with BAN,
And their lat breach Il lttrd onward
Lake tac close OF q solemn psalm.
Like a bridal pair 'hey trarersel
The UIsrru, my-lci. r'at
That lraGs o. thr 70 .I'ul City
Whose Builder and Maker is God.
Perhaps IN tHat miracle country
They VII give trI lost Youth back,
Aud tic flowers ui IT, vanished ~griug-timc
VII bloom ~ the spirits track.
one draucAt from the living waters
Silll ell back Ions WauIoOI's prime;
And eternal years f'i.I! measure
The love tnat outas,Cd Im'
Put TIE shapes hat they left behind them.
Ihc wrufl ~ aud SILVER aair.-
Made holy ;o Us by t,c kisses
The angel hal printed there
We viii hide away meath tn willows
when the day J., iow IA tnc WI.
Where tuc suubcau- cannot find them
Nor the winis disturb tueir rest;
And wpfl suffer no tc'l-tale tombstone.
with its age utd datr. {, rlre
Ocrtuc Two who aI. OLD 40 longer
Ia tie Father huu-" 100 Tie shics.
he poet commits the Lcart-trcasure- IN her volum
the listener, IL her song in strain Of mclodiou
row which will command "a truer sympathy tina
most radiant utteranccs OF aspiration and hop,
swAu oW-IILGUTS.
orth from the ,giui--wept Country of INV Heart. -
Fiv iH-t swift wing!
or hence hc Summers and their suns depart
Here 800 BIO sings.
.ith spring that country was all ycrdurous
NH.u fret you came,
Is LEAKAGE with sweet roHss sOucitOus,
IT. skies aiiam.
,ith dreaming OF the Summers warm delights:
Streams sought tus fet,
'bitc InOoE> made beautiful the waiting nights:
Your wings were nee.
ut here Won ncstcd through tie smiling Spring,
Through I'll umcI, too
ris Autumn now and pleasant things take wing,
sOwhy not yOuf
~ hence, ana AIRY with you all my dreams,
My hopes. my icars,-
hall /, While suing b, Lies frozen streams,
Weep Idl" tears!
~ hence, swift ving,.-I have been glad with you
I'm Lies giai spring.
oard summer sons and thought their promise true
But now-take win-.
on are not doves that You Should bring back leaves
From WhrliuuIE ScdS,-
ly far swirl tIUdHtS, nom NV silent caves
Leave mo hut peace.
he Sonuets which form a harmonious close 10 III
umc are specimens Of airy grace Of expression
ndcd with the sweet and bitter fancies that CIV
athletic cast to most Of the poems.
Mr.. BRYANT'S NEW YEARS POEM.
l. FLOOD OF YEARS. 80 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYAN
square limo pp. 81. G.. i. Fatuains sons.
he interest which belongs to this pathetic ofir
Of one OF tho iiustrious seniors Of America
try cannot be enhanced by the spendor Of III
utward adjoining" which gIaccs its visible form
opening the exquisite voluinc, the eye is greeic
h the lifc-like portrait Of tIe venerable bard b,
wing no sign of abated strength in conncctio
ID the experience OF years aud the wisdom Of AZ
is il followed by several scenes from the poem
,igned and engraved by Mr. W. J. Linton. who.
artist a. riFi seems have Ipuul fresh iuAti,