The Weekly Kansas chief. [volume] (Troy, Kan.) 1872-1918, 1881-04-07

lan enbeside in the black ut his feet there Law
IN of probably by the wind and within were stretchs
bieaeking bones Of human skeleton rude cross ,
head Of the grave still stod partially upright and Ia
fs name and age: Wander Schelllng Comman . . Jaca
n, oh. June l1jei at. iI-Leners from High Lci
Above, the vast. eternal suow.
The glaciers icy peaks
Touched with pale tints Of blue and rose.
When the shDrt sunbeam breaks
Below. the land locked quiet hay,
The black rocks stretching far
And the great ice-hoes out at YEA
That beat against the bar.
No sound along the wide snow plains.
No echo IN the deep.
But nature ,yermore remains
Wrapped in a br-athle-s sleep.
No blade Of gras. waves IN the air
Along the chastity hill
Caught by the marvellous silence there,
The very streams stand st.Il-
Never to fan, each fruzen river
Hangs Ter the sheer descent
Like wishes unfalhiled forever
Or words that ind no vent
Only at times. fru,n sane ice-roek
glacier breaks away.
And startles with q thunder shock
The mountain and the bay.
o, frozen cliff, o. motionless snow,
We glide into the creek,
And question Of your grim repose,
The lips that viii not speak.
In your cold beauty vast and drear.
Ye lie 30 still and grand;
But no heart strings meet us here
Unsympathizing strand!
No sound in an this sparkling waste
No voice In Heaven above
To some strange region haye we past
Beyond the reach Of Lowell
All. no!-some link there needs must be.
Where Christian foo; has trud
OF the great chain Of sympathy
Twixt man and man, and God.
And 10, there lie dead mans bones,
Uncovered. where tread;
An open coffin mid IKE stones
A rude crOss at his head
The wild. white cliff--the vast, still main
The patch of scant black moss;
But still the form to rise again,
And still the lettered crUss.
And he whom tender Christian hands
Laid ON this barbarous coast.
Who knoweth from what happier lands,
Or by what fortune tossed
Whether, mid Amsterdam. brown piles,
His stone pressed grave should b-.
Where washes round her many isles
The azure Zuyder Zeei
His fathers laid them down.
Where chimes are rung. and shadows fall,
In an old Flemish town;
Or whether, meath some village turf.
Where children come tn weep.
And lighter treads the unlettered serf,
He should have gone to sleep.
To drone of bees aud Summer gnats
In some great linden tree,
Where the old Rhine, through fertile fats,
toes sObblng to the
What matter-though these frouen stone.
Their burden could not bear
But gave again his coftined bones
Into the freezing air.
Though here to SHOWS and storms exposed
They bleaehed a hundred years
Never by human hand composed,
Nor wet with human tears;
Though only the shy reindeer made
In the black moss q trace,
Or the white bears came out and played
In sunshine by the placed
Still. silent from the blaekened heath
Rose that eternal sign,
Memorial of human death,
And Of love Divine.
Still type of triumph and Of woe,
Symbol Of hope and shame,
II told the everlasting
That single Christian name.
Who earnest here to di.
No mothers hand to soothe thy pain,
No wife to close thine eye
Sleep well in thy vast sepulchre,
Far frum cares and fears;
The great white hills that stir
Have watched thee round for years-
The stars have lit thee with their sheen;
Or wrapt in leaden gloom.
The glaciers splintered peaks have been
The pillars Of thy tomb.
Did well those men who came of old
From Holland DER the wave,
And left the simple cross that told
Ii was & Christians grave
Did well those men from per the sea-
Who witnessed in this place
The resurrection mystery.
And our dear Savi0ur's grace;
Who taught us, at this solemn tryst
On the bleak North Sea shore,
That the resleeming love of Christ
Is with evermofe.