American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1881-03-12
THE SEVEN DAYS.


MONDAY.
lDAY OF THE MoON.1
Diana, sister OF the SUM thy ray
Governs these opening hours The world Is
We know not what new evil may betide
This six days journey. by what unknown way
We come at last unto the royal day
or prophecy and promise. Q preside ,,,
Onward and sunward. Long in shadows gray
We have but slumbered-fidden from our
knowledge and wisdom in ynfruitful night.
But IL upon the dawu's unfolding blue
o Thy nasd this day our destiny tiny must write'
With Heavens first utterance-Let there be
TUESDAY.
(DAY OF THE wAR-GoD.]
Fear not, . soul. to-day! Imperial Mars
Leads on the hours, brave and warlike
Fire in bis glance and spIendor in his reign.
TIL his red banner flames among the St arsl
Thou, too, go forth, and fully armed main
Duty and right The hero is not slain,
Though pierced and wounded in hundred
The daring are the deatbless. He alone
Is victor who stays not for any doom
Foresnadowed; utters neither sigh nor moan
Death-stricken, but right onward, his fair
scorched in the battle flame, through smoke
Strikes for the right, nor counts his life his
own
WEDNESDAY.
IDAY OF ODIN.1
The mighty Odin rides abroad, and earth
More deep than thought, more sad than
Tho very birds rejoice in timid mirth,
For in the forest sudden gusts have birth.
And harsh AGAINST the pale, appealing sky
Peacs be with odin. OF Sis ancient worth
Many and proud the tales we win repeat
For sacAd memories to these hours belong.
Dared the bold height With spirit no less
To-day step softly After battles heat
Warriors and wars are only themes for song.
THURSDAY.
rDAY OF THE MrGHrY.l
Whftenobed, white-crowned, and borne By
steeds sqow-whfte.
No hour u this to dream Of past surprise
Or with old runes the memory TO delight
The mountain tops with prophet beams are
The eagle scars aloft with jubilant criesi
Thou, too, upto the hills lift up thine eyes:
To some new thrpne these sacred signs invite.
Learn thy own strength; a.d If some secret
OF power untried pervades thy low estate.
Bend thy souls purest, best intelligence
To seek the mastery OF rfme and fate.
are Inc crown Jewels Of the truly great
FRIDAY.
lDAY OF THE BEAUTIFUL-l
In the worid-garden walled with living Rreen,
The foam-born goddess of delight to-day
Poppy and myrtle in ner wreath are seen,
And roses hendipg Ter hey brow serene
Sweef grasses at her feet their odors lay.
While doves. low warbiing, hover round their
In this brief life shah ever ton and care
Hold fast cur wishesf Earth's bewiidering
Her streams melodious and her woodlands
Are palaces for gods The world is oursI
Thc sunshine and the singing and the
dowersi
SATURDAY.
(DAY OF SATURN.l
Though bright with jewels and with eariands
The bloom decays, the world is growing odd
Lost are the days when peaceful Saturn told
The arts to men, and shared their toll or rest
Took with him in his flight the age of gold
westyad through myriad centuries has
The ceaseiess pilgrimage, the hopeless quest
For the true fatheriand- Through weary
What II some rainbow glory spans the
Some strong. sweet utterance the wayside
Or gIadness opens like q rose in bloom?
Step after step the fatal moment nears,
SUNDAY.
(DAY OF THE SUM-
Thou gior-ous Sunl ulumining the blue
Highway OF heaveni to thy triumphant rays
The earth her shadow yields, the hill tops
blaze.
Up lifts the mist, up floats the midnight dew.
Old things are past away, the world II newt
Labor Is changed to rest and rest to praisei
Past are the toilsome heights, the stormy
days.
The etc. nal Future breaks upon our viewi
Last eve we fingered utterfng our farewelis-
but To- One met us IN the early light
OF this divinest morn. The tale He tells
Transdgures life and opens Heaven to sight.
Bring altar fOwersl Lilies and asphodelst
Sing Jubiiatesl There u no more night!
fAa -Eranees L. Mace, In Atlantic Monthly.