Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1881-01-22

Herewith we give the Poe prize char.
AIDES. The names of the authors are IL
sealed envelopes and are unknown save to
them, and will so remain until the awards
are made.
924. (A.) By Consonant:
As from the regions of the north
A tidal wave comes rolling forth
Laden'd with icy breath;
Chilling the last SO bright and fair,
Bringing to fruits and flowers rare
Early decay and death
So Ger the placid human soul
The raging waves of first may roll
With demon fury rife;
Changing our sunlight into gloom,
The melody of love and home
To sad, discordant strife.
Misguided whole thy spirit gay
Through years of suffering and decay,
Restless, vet never free,
Hast won for thee checkered fame
We praise thy WORTH thy failing blame,
And drop tear for thee.
925. tB.l By B.:
Whom spring arrays the groves in green,
And decks the fields with flowers,
And Flora spreads her spicy sheen
Throughout the woodbine bowers;
Then primal holds predominant sway
For sweetness in the vale
Adds fragrance to each 1owery spray,
And scents the passing gale;
And when the shades of evening close,
Over hill and verdant green,
Respendent final gently throws
Refulgence Ger the scene
All nature seems to lull in rest
Beneath its magic sway,
Save lovers young, with pleasure blessed
En- route for my whole's frs; day
926. co. By Dick
Oh, sweet was the first second, first to the maid
And nv whole she might well understand
tn hat thpt1gh
fade,
Still their fragrance is shed DER the land
And though time dims the brightness of that
lovely eye,
Love and truth give beauty that never will die. "
927. 3D. By Avis
A house without first would hardly be home
Though but refuge for cast-away treasures,
And memory fingers though far we roam,
Around this scene of our childish pleasures.
Il named, We know in days of yore
An author versed in classic lore.
Once dividing line at table, next
Also one whom winds and storms have battered.
Say what we may, we can but be yexed
When we see it care'esslY scattered,
For we all believe sc0ff rs we will,
Ts very uuiucky thing to spill.
My whole, keen and sharp as Damascus steel,
Is gift which Dame Nature bestows;
And tho training improves, still We must feel
lis gliding fine gold, and painting the rose"
This gift no tangler should despise,
Who hopes to win the Quiet Hour prize.
OPS. CD By B. No. ?:
When buds and leaves are swelling,
And rills in meadows murmur
First frames her curious dwelling,
and sings OF coming summer.
Next bears upon its kindly face
No blemish, stain, or sin
Its outward workings all can trace,
But the prompter lies within.
Third is a term applied to man
OF definitions many;
Hsmay be sec nj third, and can
Be bad as a bogus penny;
May wisdom's hidden mines explore,
And lofty stations fl,
May be a waif cast on liies shore,
Exposed 10 every Ill.
When elves and fairies held high court,
Mid the sweet scented clover,
leader in the merry sport
Was whole, the nighttime rove.
929. 81 By Ray
With frowning front or shifting sand
1 tread on Neptnne's path,
Aud when the storm-god lifts bis hand
face his fercest wrath.
My next abrevia;es name,
Well known to you and me-
Or half reveals the gloFes
VI the bright celestial sea.
When mighty Nature first awoke
From her chaotic sleep,
And through volcanic shock and smoke
Shed light upon the deep.
With master mind in throe Of birth
To shape her wonderous plan,
She planted deep within the earth
Ny last, for future man.
When zephgrs soft, from perfumed bowers,
Down by the southern sea"
Bring odors rich OF fruit and flowers,
They speak Of whole to me.