Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-09-26
VOICES OLE THE DAWN.
BY UNCLE Lutte.

know not if were awake,
Or clasped in Morpheus sweet embrace;
But awoke, or in dream
Seemed to awake, at early dawn,
Amid rose hedges verdant shade.
Where, through an entrance to the bower,
I caught glimpse of shy, sweet May,
And heard the rustling of her skirts,
And saw their airy texture play
At color Blending as she ran.
"Come back, sweet May, come back, cried,
&c Bide the propitious hour with me-"
Nay, thoughtess man." low voice spake,
"She's Natures agent Law is law.
Her work is done, and time Is time;
Look round about you, know the sign"
turned and saw fair June had come,
Who, with Aurora's lancet ray,
On duty's loving mission bent,
Had cut the girdle of her robes,
Her robes cloud of dazzling sheen,
And threw them 'mong the thorny shrubs.
Bewildering radiance of the scene
A veil before my vision threw,
While contour of her matron form
Imagination rounded full,
And tinged with bushes soft and warm.
But could see her dewy eyes
From which the golden sunbeams fel,
Comminging with the crimson sprays
Forced from paternal swelling founts,
Thus lading all the atmosphere
With sweet aroma to the smell
And colors pleasing to the sight.
There, 'mong the green expanding buds,
She sped with light and airy tread,
AS though industry's beating pulse
Was conferred in her throbbing heart,
And bore in haste the magic draught-
To grace evolving beauty charms,
Compound from chemists OF the air,
BY wise fiat of mighty cause.
I broke the spell my vision held,
And backward viewed her traversed course,
And everywhere the thorny shrubs
In cream and crimson glory hung.
"Fair June" asked, ''teach me thy art"
"Fool, thou art man, God is divine"
She said, and turned to leave the place.
sGod is divine-I am but man,
And law is law, and time is time"
unused thus DER the words she spoke.
Again her voice fell on my ear,
In cadence soft, and clear, and sweet,
As chimes from memory's placid sea.
sPoor dreamer knows not time is time
Not unto us. We know not age;
We are of time, and time meier ends,
But unto mortals time is now"
AS in daZe my eyes raised,
For, though the day had just begun,
Such brightness went with her it seemed
A cloud of darkness brooded near,
And saw form Of sterner mien,
His index finger thrusting deep
In every other full-blown rose,
From which there seemed to drop and sink
Into their crimson depths bright sparks,
Electric-hke, they seemed so bright,
And while gaZed warm gusts of wind
Bowed low these roscs to the rest,
And they in turn, and each to each,
As daisies nod in waving grass,
When shadows sweep the fragrant mead,
Until their flushing faces met
With gentlo kisses fresh and sweet,
As fall from lovers warm, red lips
When first they feel the thrill Of love.
knew not then the problem solved,
And dull my senses seemed to grow;
Then suddenly, upon my ear,
Fell July's voice in thunder tones,
For he it was of sterner mien:
eff man would do mortal work,
To make his name immortal live,
And on the battlements of time,
Inscribe it full, and deep, and grand,
Let him awake, arise, and know
That time is time, that time is now,
And Gods ways are not ways Of man;
That reason is mans surest guide,
And idleness his treacherous foe;
That hope in things Misunderstood,
Will not redeem one talent lost"
Then to my dull, dwarfed mind there came
new bright light, before unknown,
A light which seemed to pierce far down
Into the chamber of my heart,
Widowed and dank with unlocked doors;
And up and down the ray-lit course
Seemed airy, mirthful forms to pass,
With scraps of thought to be reviewed,
Then back returned as passed upon,
Like busy bees forth from their hive
To meadows graced with clover bloom,
Thence back with speed and cheering hum,
Distilling nectar from the dross.