New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1880-04-11

Behind the olcander-
To one, perhaps, of all the men,
Who best could understand her
Cyril, that duly hattered, took,
As only Cyrils able,
With lust the same Arcadlan look,
He used, last night for Mabel;
Then, having waltzed till every star
Had paled away in morning,
Lit up his cynical cigar,
And tossed you downward, scorning.
Kisret nv Rose Revenge is sweet
She made my heart-strings culver;
And yet-YOu shan't lie in the street,
Pll drop you In the River.
In different strain but equally characteristic OF
the author, is the following scene from the great
human tragedy entitled
AN UNFINISHED SONG.
Yes. be was wel-ngh gone and near his rest,
The year could not renew him nor the cry
OF building nightingales about the nest ),
Nor that soft freshness of the May-wind's sigh'
That fell before the garden scents: and died
Between the ampler LEAKAGE OF the trees:
All these he knew not, lying open-eyed,
Deep In dream that was not pain nor ease,
But death not vet Outside woman talked
His wife she was-whOse clicking needles sped
To faded phrases OF complaint t1at Dalken
NV rising words of comfort. Overhead,
A cage that hung amid the jasmine stars
Trembled little and blossom dropped.
Then notes came pouring through the wicker bars
Climbed half rapid arc of song and stopped.
lis il thrush ~ asked. A thrush" she said.
THAT was Wills tune, Will taught him that
He left the doorway settle for his bed,
Sick as you see, and couldn't teach him moro.
He'd bring his Bible here O. nights, would Will.
Following the light. and whites when it was dark Ti
And DAYS were warm, he'd SIT there whietllng stlll,
Teaching the bird. He whistled like a lark"
".Jaek Jackp Ajoyous fiutter stirred the cage,
Shaking the blossoms down. The bird began;
The woman turned again to want and wage,
And in the inner chamber sighed the man.
How clear the song was Musing as heard,
Nv fancies wandered from the dr0nlng WIG
To sad comparison of man and Bird
The broken song, the uncompleted life
That seemed broken song; and of the two,
NV thought moment deemed the bird more blest,
That, when the sun shone, sang me notes IL Knew
Without desire or knowledge OF the reSV'
Nav. happier man. For him futurity
Still hides hope that this his earthly praise
Finds heavenly end, for surely will not He,
Solver of all, above his Flower OF Days,
Teach him the song that no one living knowsf
Let the man die, with that half-chant OF hls'--
What Now discovers not Hereafter shows,
And God will surely teach him more than this
Again the Bird turned, and passed along;
But fine aud Death, Eternity and Change,
Talked with me ever, and the climbing song
Rose in my hearing, beautiful and strange
The three following poems. which succeed each
other in the order OF print, and which are equally
touching in their simple pathOs, shall not be separ
ated in our extracts -
THE CHILD-MUsICIAN.
He had PLAYED for his lordshp's levee,
He had played for her adyshp's within,
Till the poor little head was heavy,
And the poor little brain would SWIM.
"a, And the face grew peaked and eerie,
And the large eyes strange and bright,
And they said-too late" he Is weary!
He shall rest for, at least, to-nightP
But at dawn, when the birds were waking,
AS they watched 10 the silent room;
With sound of a strained cord breaking,
A something snapped in the gloom.
IT was n string of his violoncello,
Aud they heard him stir in bis bed -
make room for a tired little fellow,
Kind Godl-" was the last that be said.
THE CRADLE.
How steadfastly 8 he'd worked ct It'll
How lovingly had drest
With ali her wOuld-be-mOthers wit
That little rosy nestI
How lougingly she'd hung on It'll
1t sometimes seemed, she said,
There lay beneath its cOverlet
A little sleeping head. 80
He came at last, the tiny guest.
Ere bleak December fed
That rosy nest he never prest-..-
Her collin was hisbed.
BEFORE SEDAN.
Here. in this leafy place,
Quiet he lies.
Cold, with his sightless face
Turned to tho skies
IT Is but another dead
All you can say is said.
Garry his body hence-
Kings must have slavesi
Kings climb to emtnence
Over mems greyee:
80 this man's eye is dim -
Throw the Garth over him.