Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-11-25
BRIGHT FANcIEs OF THE POETS.


Ode Dedicasory Of the Garfield Monu-
ment Fair At she Capitol.
Not with dying wall
On the autumnal gale
Moaning sad music made OF woe and pain;
Nor with deep-drawn breath
From the dark surge OF death
Poured through the trump OF song, dirge-like
strain:
But leave to withered branch and stem,
As piped by hollow winds, Novembers requiem.
Give Joy his full frultion,
Give genius recognition,
And worth that wins let wear the laurel NEED.
Let the great deep unstirred
or sorrow sleep-no word
OF wOrdless grief, and wounds that inly bleed.
Those wounds tho deep In time Will close;
This grief like other grief shall have at length
repOse.
Enough OF tears and grief.
We all do fade as the leaf
Fallen from branch to which we chung of yore.
A day OF tribuation,
The whole worlds UlulatIon
Died like a SObbing wave on Erie's shore
Now the years yellOwing banner furlei
Reveals the solemn brightness OF the world.
And In the sacred light
OfmemOry as bright,
Shine the clear traits OF his exalted mind.
The soaring human boy
Over that solemn joy
Comes back to us In gladness unconf1ned:
Bright auras OF head sublime
Which melt In cloud OF the dark dooms OF time.
Believe no darker doom
Traced by the starry plume
OF comet in the skieS-AssasSinationI
But scan the strange events
or Gods own providence,
In faith and fear of Him who guides the Nation.
The great man persisted in the summer-tide
or glory-Guteau on the ga!lows died.
Nothing to weep or wall
Is here; but cry, "All halt"
Joy from his ashes sprung to new birth,
Thrills at the happy vision
or him In fields Elysian,
Who walks with former great ones OF the earth.
And to some worthy task addrest,
His larger powers yet fad in work their rest
Humble he was, since yet
He never did forget
The small beginnings OF his great renown
He turned from every other
To greet the poor old mother
In that prCu1 moment OF his life the crown.
And to his Spartan wife he gave
lndomitlbe hope, and courage yet to save.
Where sat amid the Hills
The fearful nurse and mother OF his mind;
He turned his eyes that way,
An all his comrades say
That he not l": than kin was more than kind.
Witness his reverential act
OK love to h3r, and done with hlgh-bred tact.
AS, when the day is done,
GreylO@k at set of sun
Smiles to Monadnock where his last light shined;
SO did the pupil greet
PrtteptGr, and the sweet
or homage gave to his dear master-mind:'
Tendcrei the crown reused
By him who greatly unused:
Touched him loves golden rod
OF beauty in the temples OF god;-
His own face radiant whiles
With afterglow o; Glory's sunset piles.
But all, the desOlate House!
And alb, the woman-browS!
Widowed OF love and laurels half-grOwn dim.
The people loved him yet,
And will not soon forget;
Nor was the world unjust, OH, not to himi
But chief this Capitol
Arrayed for festival
Remembers him to pay the ancient debt
Bring bust, and picture bring,
And all sweet singers. sing
OF love, remembrance aye and fond regret
JOHN SAvARY.
November 81, 1882
SOTE.-The venerable president of Williams Col
lege. the Rev. Mark Hopkins, attended by number Of
his old pupils the college mates and ftends of Gen.
Garfield on invitation OF the latter. proceed 81 to the
White House, and were cordially received by the freei
dent elect at the close of inauguration day. The speech
of Dr. Hopkins in fecitation Of his distinguished pupii
was model Of good taste of ele ant pcty patlo
beauty and breyity: One sentence was particularly
striking: IT," said he IL have any claim to be called
called my President" Gen. Garfield in reply, was
almost choked with emotion and great thoughts that
struggled for utterance His rugged face alive and
touched with the sinreme beauty If Devotion and his
whole manner s,,fuse with ender glow of respect
full admiration. of ardent gratitude and the per
sona friendship. The wOri has lost know not what
charming trait of biography. what fecites of speech
Of