The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-06-10

EVENVlOEs
PY WILLIS h. scorn1D.

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Now wanes the golden light Of day,
Al slowly sinks the sun to rest,
And leaves behind golden ray,
The soul 70 cheer, the sight to bless;
Soon viii the velvet pail be spread
By dark-winged goddess Of the night,
And sleep-tw1n brother Of the dead
Weigh down the eyelds by his might
From bramb,e near and quickest hedge
Is heard the whip poor-wilrs lone cry,
While In the ancient oak o'erhead
The hooting owls their high notes try;
The flowers fold their tiny hands,
As If to breathe prayer to Him
Who gave them all their brightest hues,
His earth to deck, His fields to gem
The weary granger slowly plods
His homeward path from daily toll
OF hobbhng DER the sun-baked clods
To gain his bread from of the soil;
His good dame, maid of all works
Cook, governess and milkmaid, ell
Stands calling at the pasture bars
The cows. that ansWer with bawl
The busy mart is all aglow
With lamps that supersede the dry,
And laborers from their shopwork 60,
Az distant sounds the noisy dray;
The brakeman, low DER day-book bent,
Recounts again his daily sale,
And reckons loss, and gain, and rent,
That he, ike others, may not fail.
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That gently float upon the air
Through the window OF your mansion,
Where's thronged the young, the gay and fair
Oh, within there's a ball tonight,
In honor Of the eldest son,
Whom mammas court, both left and right
To-day's the last Of twenty-onei
The night is spent in gayety,
While flying feet to music sweet
Keep time with regularity,
Until the first days timid peep.
Oh, proud, proud ones Of humankind,
That grace your lovely mother earth,
Reck ye not that you He'll find,
E'en mid gay jolhty and mirth?
sound Of reyelry is heard
Within the palaces of sin,
Where's spent the price Of daily bread
For poison whisky, rum and gin;
While down yon dark and lonely street
An old and squahd cottage stands,
Where sits with heart too sore to weep
A pale-faced woman with clenched hands
No light within, and scant the fire,
That smOldering lies upon the hearth,
While starving children round her are
That once were full Of joy and mirth.
1t is the home Of him who once
Gave early promises of good,
But love Of wine has been the curse
That robs his children of their food
But 'ere Luna her night-robe dons,
Of flowing zephyr, feecy white,
And little stars, with night-caps on,
Come forth to dance the livelong night,
Old Sol sends light, his daughter fair
(Who welded heat from Hades out),
Intrusted with missive rare
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 all with smiles Of light;
And drumming on an ancient log,
With never-Ceasing roundelay,
While feldWard farmers are agog,
The pheasant heralds in the day.
The flowers first the sunshine claim
To mark their modest golden hue,
And then the waving verdant grain
That's wet with mornings gentle dew;
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 farnished by the way
Where he'd dried al the water up;
And then . list Of other things
But here rude Boreas grasped the sheet,
And bore 1t meath his stormy wings
Unto his home upon the sea.