Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-11-21

Dear girl, tonight think of you,
While tossing winds do beat the shore,
While madcaps foam upon the sea,
While hearts OF glee ring merrily,
And make nice music DER and DER.
Twas but yesterday 1 saw
My Classmates as of old;
Each representing, by some law,
A pleasure like WHY saw,
Or thought-words nicely turned to goldi
o! recollections of the past,
Come back and signal me
onward march, and, marching fast,
leave the first, I leave the last,
Which still survives the turbid sea
Once was younger by some years,
And, being young, was mad
Mad IN the spirit of my fears,
Mad with remo-se and bitter tears,
Mad at my faults, and OF them sad!
To-day Pm older, older still
Triumphant Justice deals with all;
Nature still turns the grinding mill,
And, grinding slow, yet grinds with Will,
Theproducts for dusty pail.
Ny thoughts tnrn back; think Of you
AS when we met with social aims;
i yet am thinking you are true;
will not leave old friends for new
Tonight weep, the moon is high,
My parents lie eLtranced in sleep,
The stars look downward from the sky,
And catch the twinkle of mine eye,
While thoughts into my brain do creepi
Do you remember that one year
We spent at school upon the hill,
Where grew the catkin, rose and spear,
Where grew the grass, and withered sere
The mullen by the old gray mill?
Twas .hen we met; party there
Brought rs together in the light;
The jokes were said, and songs quite rare
Rang through the hall and on the air
OF that initiatory night
All, many a tine my mind reyerts
To all those happy hours we spent,
And through my heart il oft asserts
The happy thought, which never hurts
The buoyant mind TO give assent!
And do YOU yet remember well
The evenings in the gray old-hall.
We learned, as by some magic spell,
To talk and read and often tell
Each other of the authors call?
We talked of Byron, Shakespeare, Poe,
OF Milton, Tennyson and Burns,
Of Dickens, Sue and Roe
In fact, CT all you know,
And, naturally, We talked by turnsl
But time changes all things, you see;
Those happy days were most forgot.
We u" settled down. like Lena Lee,
To study yet at P. and B.
To labor, and await our lot.
The lot Industrious, best of all,
Which raises peasants up to thrones,
And cuts the bands Of manhood's thrau
That gives out hopes for one and al,
AS longer in this life one goes
I've labored hard, and striven long
Enough to wear Kings bright crown
I've labored; striyen With that throng
Which ever had for its grand song:
SHOWN, down with ignorance, down, down y
And you have labored brave as L
Have persevered down to this hour;
Have mover ceased to cry the cry
That manhoods evils never die,
But ought to lessen in its power!
We read our lives in Natures book,
And in the brilliant, setting sun;
We see our outlines in the brook,
As downward into it we look:
We see a face that's lost or won!
We read the history of hearts,
And all the depth Of wisdom bright,
When We quite know diyinilg arts
Of all OF fancy's pleasant darts
The fash of kindly eyes made bright
Don't you remember, girl, of all
The lessons over which We pored,
Some proved joy, while others gall,
So very like an unscaled wall,
Or deep canoe unoared?
And now leave thee all alone 10 uruuK
And wander over scenes long past
To wander by the brooks steep brink,
And weld the short, discovered link
The remnant strong and fast!