Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1880-06-11

bow wsnas tho golden Hight q day. 5.
N slowly sinks the sun % rest s.,s5sz
And lssys; bsh,nd : sold t;a, ssy !. -,
Hoon viii the velvet pan BE- sptead
By dark-winged godde. q The night, 10
And sleep-twin brother Of TIE dad =
Weigh down tho eyeHds y ms might. e
from bsambls near and quietset hedge =
Will HI the sncent oak o'ethead
The hootipg owls their high notss trT: :.
The flowers fold their tiny hands,
Az II to breathe prayer TO Him
Who eave them al thair brightest hues,
: His earth to deck, His helda to gem.
Tho weary granger slowly plods 81,
His homewsrd path from daily toll
OF hobblinQ DER tho sun-bAked clods
TO gain 6is bread from Of the soil:
His good dame, maid Of 81 works.
Cook, governeas and u,ilknnaid, all
Stands calling 1t the pasture bars
The cow, that answer with baWi
The busy mart 10 Ill aelow
With lamps that supefsede thu day,
And hboreFs from their shopwork GO,
A. distant sounds tho nodsy dEsy;
Tho tradesman, low DER dAy-book bent,
Recounts again his daily sale, 80. .,
And reckons los, and gain, and rent,
That hs, like othars, may not fail.
What mean those sweet strains Of mudc
That gently Goat upon the air
Through the window OF your mansion,
Where's thronged the young, the gay and fair
Oh, within there's ball tonight,
In honor Of tho eldest son,
Whom mammas court, both left and right
To-day's the last Of twenty-onsl
The night il spent in gsyety,
While flying feet to music sweet
Keep time with regularity,
Until the /" first days." tmid peep.
oh, proud, proud ones Of humankind,
That grace your lovely mother earth,
Rsck ye not that you He'll ind,
Fen mid gay jolhty and nairth1
A sound of revelry Il heard
Within the palaces Of Din,
Where's spent ths price Of daily bread
While down yon dark and lonely street
An old and sQualid cottage stands,
Where nts with heart too sore to weep
Apale-faoed woman with clenched hands.
No Hight within, and scsnt the IRE,
That smoldering lies upon the hearth,
While starving children round her are
That once were full Of Joy and mirth.
It 10 the homo Of him who once
Gave early promises Of good,
But love Of wine has been tho curse
That robs his children Of their food.
But ERE Luna her night-robe dons,.
OF flowing EepAyf, 6secy White,
And little stars, with nighecaps on,
Come forth to dance the Hyelong night,
Old Sol sends Light, his daughter fair
(Who welded heat from Hades OUT,
Intrusted with missivs raro
OF what the day has brought about
Maid Dawn, In early fragrant morn,
Rolled up the curtain OF the night,
Whilst Aurora, from her mountain home,
Welcomed al with smiles OF light;
And drumming on an sncisnt log,
With never-ceasing roundelAy,
While heldward farmers are sRoR,
The pheasant heralds in the day.
The flowers hrst tho sunshins claim
TO mark their modest golden hue,
And then tho waving verdant grain
That's wet with mornings gentle dew;
A nations born, nation dies,
Tween sun and sun Of every day;
One filed with mirth, another cries;
Commingled are the sad and gay.
Sol made his boast Of colors gay
That's seen In heavens golden hoop,
OF travellers furnished by the way
Where he'd dried al tho water up:
And then list Of other things-
But here rude Boreas grasped tho sheet,
And bore 1t meath his stormy wings
Unto his home upon the sea.