The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1877-01-26


And Euroclydon urges
The bold-riding surges,
That with white-crested lines gallop in
| from the sea.
Oh, brighi-hearted river
With crystalline CULVER,
Like blade from its scabbard far-fashing
abroad:
And think, rs gaze,
On the trcmulOus blaze,
That thou surely vert drawn by an Angel
OF God.
Through the black heart of night,
Leaping out 10 the light,
Thou art reeking with sunset or dyed with
The dawn:
Cleft the emerald sod
Cleft the mountains Of God
And the shadow Of roses yet rusted thereon
Where willows are weeping,
And shadows are creeping,
Where the frown on thy mountain lies
dark on thy crest;
ATcturus now shining,
Arbutus now twinlng,
And my ''castles in Spain" cleaning down
in thy breast.
Then disaster and dim,
Swinging sullen and grim,
Where the old ragged shadows of novels
are shed;
Creeping in, creeping out,
As in dream o. in doubt,
In he reeds and the rushes slow rocking
the dead.
Where, all crimson and gold,
Slowly home TO the fold,
Do the fleecy clouds flock TO the Gateway
of Even;
Then 70 longer brook born,
But a wave paved with morn,
Ay, a bright golden street to the city of
Heaven.
In the great stony heart,
OF the feverish mart,
Is the throh of thy pulses pelucid to-day;
BY grey mossy lodges,
BY green velvet edges,
Where the corn waves IFS sabres, thou gil
dest away.
Broad and brave deep and strong,
Thou ari lapsing along.
As lhe stars rise and fall in thy turbulent
tide.
AS tight as the drifted,
White swans breast is lifted
Or the June fleet of lilies at anchor can ride
Through the close ordered ranks,
On the forest fringed banks,
With thy eddies, like children, at play in
the shade:
Then, unsheathed in the SUI.
Where they sleep one by one,
ha nlyc Of fN.-l.i q Ia,
glade.
And yet, gallant river,
On flashing forever,
That has cleft the broad world on tiny way
TO the main;
would part with ihec here,
With a smile and a tear,
And Hebrew, read back TO thy fountain
again.
All, we'll | remember,
Ere dying, December
Seemed to fall like snow fake and melt
On thy breast;
Ger the water, so narrow,
The little brown sparrow,
Used to send his low song to his mate on
the nest.
Wher a Silvery skein
Wove of snow and of rain,
Thou didst wander at will through the bud
laden land
All the air a sweet psalm,
And the meadow palm
As blue vein meanders liberal hand.
When the schoolmaster's daughter,
hon dc laa for
And then laughingly proffered the crystal
to me;
o, there ne'er sparkled up
A more exquisite cup,
Than the pair of white hands that were
brimming with thee.
And there altogether,
| In bright summer weather
Did We loiter with thee along the green
| brink;
And how silent We grew,
Ii the robin came too,
When he looked up TO pray, ddd then bent
do,cn 10 drink
| Ali, where are the faces
| From out thy still places,
That so often smiled back in those soft
days of May;
As we bent hand in hand,
Thou didst double the band
As idle as daisies, and as heeting as they.
| Like dawn in cloud,
Lay the babe in its shroud,
And rose bud was claspct in its frozen
white hand;
| at Ie mothers last look,
II had OPENED tie book,
As II s'oeet breathing June rere abroad ia
the land.
oh, pure placid river,
Make music forever,
In the Gardens of Paradise hard by the
Thronel
For on thy fair shore,
Gently drifted before,
We may find the lost blossoms that onct
were Our own.
All, beautiful River,
Flow onward forever,
Thou art grander than Avon. and sweetel
than Ayr;
If tree has been shaken,
If star has been taken.
In thy bosom we look--bud and Pleiad ar'
there,
I take up the old words,
Like the song of dead birds,
That was breathed when / stood farthel
on from the sea;
When heard not its hymn,
When the Headlands were dim
Shall ere wreath again rythm for thee
|, oh, wonderful stream Is that River I'M
As it runs through the realms OF tears,
With faultless rythm and q musica
lyme,
, and broader sweep and asurge sublime
a Il hlends with the Oceau Of lears.