The Red Cloud chief., 1882-05-25
II.engf.llow.

At the very threshold of she returning
season Of song the p,Irc>t 3ul sweetest
Voice oi all is hu,hrrl. Th,,,ummcr will
come Is OF old along the banks of the
slpw-moviur Charles. hu, the heart
which OPENED - lis touch. the eve that
traced each fragrant advance. the hand
cha, matched color with color and note
with anic in living rivalry with nature
are C"nr. The beauty which curtains
the world with oycrhIu.;ng heavens.
clothes H. plans with vr~iurcS Of pc
~rcunial FRESHNESS and -ariant> it, noun
tam with return m flowers t. the c,l-c
IF the ctcuII! winter among tE,iT Ucah>
has lost an Iutcrpt c'cr W:o could trans
late ~ it-St INV ~i"rluuS speech into
common phrass. tfhcr eyes Will look
no less deeply into n secrets Of lowell
ness. other voices Will catch n les
clearly its inner cade nee and melody.
Lut the world will wait long for another
who shall make the humhlc>t see and
the poorest hear with h eye and the
CAr NJ the most gifted.
i"n~fcllow was Vre>cmincntly an in
t,rnrCt-r. IL had in rare degree that
Icv,a>iyr and all-cmbru I'M sympathy
tttlt tstlLfs~ NT' A'At'~ "a 'Aiifk sA-fN
and races n ,rsscslv AMI a> naturally ~
the musician recalls the popular myio-
dies OF the day. Ia+ mature was 81 har-
moniouS that he S~.,srl IN be able To-
dismiss himself e~ntirci, ;rsm his thought
and keep open hear; and rSnd for every
ONE And the harmuu~ rcYo>c and
sweetness Of his character made linn
almost withntI; conscious art the sweet
est SINGER of his time. His verse l"wel
out of the depths of 4 pure heart. and
il transparent currents reflect NJ every
turn the stainless heavens.
Il was no accident which directed the
steps Of this poet 10 that older world of
history and song beyond the sea-. ale
was To be the interpreter of the history
preserved there ( the new life unfold
inc here. Ii is only the blind fanatic
who rails against the past. and would
cut the race of from is heritage OF
wears. The thinker knows that IN those
vanishing ages the seeds Of this present
found soil and root: the Voet sees still
more clearly the invisible and indie
S,ruc;ible ties which bind TO-DAY with
rcmotcs; antiquity. In his inspiring
outlook whatever WAS arbitrary and &c
NatstAA.iI lINit> tuA- I'lI NHC ''tataAiSt.~
life of the race becomes one wide stream
rich with the color> If all the skies I'M
der which il has flowed and crowded
with fleets Of impcrishablc memories
Before our " mental life could find
lis place and work Il Was necessary thai;
some gifted man should give Us the
/ master tones of that distant and multi
iudinouS life beyond the Atlantic that
we might complete the harmony with \
new and native note. How perfectly
L.oncfellow performed that office, The
clear. strong tones Of the Northern Saga
the rich, mystic melody of medieval
timcs.the grand. passionate strain of
the Italy OF the "Reminiscences. are all
heard in the ample verse If this master
al song The or-an music of history no
less than IL simple melody of home
life acknowledged his mastery. The
Tales Of 7 Way>idc Inn." the Gold
en- Legend" and the Divine TRACE
dy, are all tranScriPtions such Is only
a poet IF he most sympathetic GEN
Jus could have produced Loncfel-
lows heart was in the new world
while his imagination was in the old.
but there was no divorce between them.
lie faced the future even while he
paused 10 hear those m3.iicd melodies
VI atsr-oa iiue. aud 50 he became he