Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1878-06-26

lresses ever pronounced before the association
Ind was happily delivered and received the a
plause 1t merited at the close.
The poem for the occasion was prepared by Mr.
Julia c. X. Dorr, OF Rutland, and will aid in h
'apid and sure march to the front rank OF Amer
an poets It was faultlessly recited by her 80
Harry Ripley Dorr member OF Middlebui
College. We give the poem entire;
FRiAR ASsEiMo.
Frar Anselmo for secret sin
Sat bowed with grief the convent cell within;
Nor dared, such was hs shame. 10 lift hs eyes
To the low wall whereon, in dreadful guise,
The dead Christ hung upon the cursed tree,
Frownng. he thought, upon his misery.
What hIs sin II matters not to tell.
But he was young and strong. the records say;
Perhaps he wearedof his narrow cell;
Perhaps he longed to work, well as pray;
Perhaps his heart too warmly beat that dayi
Perhaps-for life Is long-the weary road
That he must travel. bearing as u load
The slow, monotonous hours that one by one,
Dragged in n frightening chain from sun to sun,
Appalled, his eager spirit and his vow
Pressed likea iron hand upon his brow.
Perhaps some dream OF love. of home. OF wife,
Had stirred this tumut in his lonely life.
Tempting his soul TO barter heavenly bliss,
And sell It's birthrght for woman's kissi
At all events, the struggle had been hard;
And as bird from the glad ether barred.
SO had he beat his wings till. bruised and torn,
He wished that night he never had been born
And still the dead Christ on the cursed tree
Seemed but to mock his hopeless misery;
Still Mary mother turned her eyes away,
Nor saint nor angel bent to hear him pray!
The calm cold moonlight through the easement shone
Weird shadows darkened on the floor Of stone;
Without. what solemn splendors and within
What fearful wrestngs with despair and sin
Sudden and loud the cloister hell outrang;
Affair door swung to with sullen clang;
And overhead he heard the rhythmic beat,
The measured monotone Of many feet
Seeking the chapel for the midnight prayer.
Black wings seemed lowering round him In the air,
Beating him back a. with a stined moan
lie would have sought the holy altar stone.
Then with a swift, sharp cry, PROSTATE lie fell
Before the crucihx. " The gates of hell
Shall not prevail against me loud he cried,
Stretching his arms to Christ, tile crucned.
BY thy dread cross thy dying agony,
Thine awful passion, Lord, deliver mew
Was II a dreaIn9 The taunting demons fed;
Through the dim cell wondrous glory spread;
And all the air was Allied with rare perfumes
Waited from censers rich with heavenly blooms.
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s,reamed a wide splendor that enconpassesi ALI,
Was it a drearng Anselmos sight grew dim;
The clustered chamber seemed 10 reel and swim;
iel wen ms spri' knew 'he slorlons guest
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with pallid ips, and kissed the sacred feet.
And then in accents strangely calm yet sweet
These words he heard from Christ. the cracihed.
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Then mystic preaences abon, him stirred;
The vision faded. AT the dawn of day
Prostraie and paiid In the dusk he lay
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And from the crucIax upon the wall
No glory s,reame,i Illuminating ALI
Va, .,m .n,,,. ,r,sr.,o. o,,o, ,,e roam.
And looking round him in the soft, gray gloom.
Anselmo upon the fret,ed floor
An eagles gum mat ihi' grave legend bore
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Heneefortb Anselmo prayed. hat worked as we'll.
Nor felt that bondage of his cloisier cell;
For all his soul was filled with high intent,
ne haa no dream save us accoh'pii'h"eh'-
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Or heart conceived of pay nv day he wrought.
Forming each letter with the tenderest care,
with points of richest color here and there,
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Through which cleaned cher,b faces. half divine.