Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1877-08-17

And knew that II sadder for the story had read
So clasping hands with somewhat saddened mien,
And eyes upllfted 10 the Great Unseen,
That rules allie DER Centuries and mon
Onward they walked serenely toward-the Endi
XII.
One reached II last year. Ye remember well
The wondrous tale there Is no need TO tell
How the whole world bowed down beside lie bier,
How All the Nations came, from far or near,
Heaping their treasures on It's mighty pail
Never had kinglest king such funerali
Old Asia rose, and glrdng her in haste,
Swept In Der Jewelled robes across the waste,
And called 70 Egypt lying prone and hid
Where waits the Sphinx beside the pyramid
Fair Europe came with overlooking banda,
Bearing the riches Of her many lands,
Dark Afric, laden with her virgin gold,
Yet laden deeper with her woes untold;
Japan and China In grotesque array
And all the enchanted islands Of CsthAy.
XII.
To-day the other dies.
II walked in humble guise,
Nor stood where all mems eyes
Were fixed upon II.
Earth may not pause to lay
wreath upon itn bier,
Nor the world heed to-day
Our dead that lieth herei
Yet we'll they lowed each other
II and its greater brother.
To loftier stature grown,
Each earned it's own renown;
Each sought OF Time a crown
And each has won i'll
XIV.
But what TO us are Centuries dead
And rolling Years forever fed,
Compared with thee, o grand and fair
Vermont-our Goddess mOther7
Strong with the strength Of thy Verdant hills,
Fresh with the freshness Of mountain rilla,
Pure az the breath Of the fragrant pine
Glad with the gladness Of youth divine
serenely thou sttest throned to-day
Where the free winds that round thee plsy
Rejoice In thy waves Of sun bright hair,
o thou, our glorious mother
Rejoice. in thy beautiful strength and say
Earth holds not such another /
Th..t,s rN ,.,N oil ,.xth Al. A
Nor worn with toll, or care, or tears N
But all the glow Of the summer time
Is thine to-day in thy glorious prime
Thy brow Is fair AZ the winter snoyp
With stately calm In its still repose:
While the breath of the rose the wild bee slts
Half mad with JOY, cannot eclipse
The marvellous sweetness Of thy lips;
And the deepest blue OF the laughing skies
Hides In the depths Of thy feariess.eyes,
Gazing afar over land and sea
Wherever thy wandering children be
Fold on fold,
Over thy form OF grandest mould,
Floweth thy robe Of forest green.
Now light, now dark, 10 its emeraldIsheeu
It's broidered hem is Of wild flowers rare,
with feathery fern-fronds light as air
bringing It's borders In thy hair
Sprays Of the pink arbutus Irvine,
And the curling rings Of the wild grape vine.
Thy grdle Is woven OF silver streams;
Its clasp with the opaline lustre CLEANS
Of lake asleep in the sunset beams
And, half concealing
And half revealing,
Floats over all a veil o. mist
Pale tinted with rose and amethyst!
XIV.
Rise up, noble mother Of great sons
Worthy to rank among earth's miRhtiest ones
And daughters fair and beau -ful and good,
Yet wise and strong in loftiest womAnhood,-
rise from thy throne, and standing far and high
Outlined against the blue, adoring sky,
Lift up thy voice, and stretch thy loving hands
In benedetion DER the waiting lands
Take thou our fealty At thy feet we bow
Glad to renew each oft-repeated vow
No costly gifts we bring 10 thee to-day;
No VotiVe wreaths upon thy shrine We law:
Take thou our hearts, thenl-hearts that fain would
be
From this dAy.forth, goddess, worthisr thee!