Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-15
How fast the fitting figures come!
The mild, the fierce, the stony face;
Some bright with thoughtless smiles, and


The mild, the fierce, the stony face;
Some bright with thoughtless smiles, and
some
Where secret tears have left their trace.
They ,pass-to toll, to strife, to rest;
=, 10 halls in which the feast is spread;
10 chambers where the funeral guest
In silence sits beside the dead
And some to happy homes repair,
Wnere children, pressing cheek to cheek,
With mute caresses shall declare
The tenderness they cannot speak
And some who walk in calmness here
Shall shudder as they reach the door
Where one who made their dwelling dear,
lts Hover, its light, is seen no more.
Who of this crowd tonight shall tread
The dance till daylight CLEAN apains
VINO sorrow DER the untimely dead?
Who Writhe in throes of mortal pain?
Some, famine struck, shall think how long
Inc cold dark hours, how slow the light
And some who aaunt amid the throng
Shall hide in deus of shame tonight.
Each, where here his tasks or pleasures call.
Ihey pass, and heed each other not
There is, who needs and holds them all
In his large love and boundless thought.
These struggling tides of life that seem
In way ward, aimless course to tend,
Are eddies of mighty stream
That rolls to its appointed end.
Not only does the mass of Bryants
poetry tend to strengthen the bulwarks
of virtue. freedom, and moral greatness.
while so much of it beautifully portrays
the phases and attitude of nature. but one
particular poem deserves we'll first
place IN all hearts and hymn books
throughout Christendom: 'ssBlessed are
they that Mourn."' Following are the
first, third and sixth stanzas:
on. deem not they are blest alone
-, whose lives peaceful tenor keep;
Inc power that pties man has shown
a blessing for the eyes that weep.
There is day of sunny rest
| For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may blde an evening guest,
| But joy shall come with morning light.
For God has marked each Borrowing day,
| And numbered every secret tear;
And Heavens long age of bliss shall paw
| For all his children suffer here
Here is the supplement. surely, tt
'Thanatopsis, if one is wanted!
In book called ssLaurel Leaves" pub
lished by Mr.. Gill, is a translation from
the Spanish made by Mr.. Bryant appear
ing for the first tune, we believe, in tina
volume, though copied elsewhere since
1t is as smooth and perfect as if origina
and the gem called "The Price of {
Pleasure is so marvelously lovely tina
we bring it to sight here;
Upon the valleys lap,
The liberal morning throws
thousand drops Of dew
10 wake single rose;
| Thus. often, in the course
OF life's few feeting years,
single pleasure costs
| The soul thousand tears
The writer of this article was so sur
prised at such beauty from a Mexican
poet, Jose Rosas, as to enquire of Mr.
Bryant about him, and learned taat
little volume of his; "Fabulas," has beer
adopted as reading book in the schools
OF the Mexican capital, and that Rosa
was known as a poet before its publica
ton in 1870.
1t is not unmeet to recall, in closing
the poets sonnet on the month of Oc
tober. Doubly beautiful it is while think
ing Of the realized wish in the quiet anc