The Panola weekly star. (Sardis, Miss.) 1882-18??, 1882-05-20

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Wakes you with ru.y nre,
All things yuu touch shah turn ~ nuld,
hvsn ~ you desire"
King Midas slept, The morning
AZ last stale mp the sky,
And woke him, full VI eaKerncta,
The wonirous spell To try.
And lol thc bed. nnc drnpcrlo.
~ linen fair and oool
or quilted satin and cDbwcb lace,
And blankets of snowy woii,
Al Ind boon chanvud with tho suns frst rny
To marvellous cloth of gold.
That rippied and shlmmcrrd M soft ~ silk
In many y gorgeous fold.
hut ali this splnnior o'ghed 80 much
Twas irksomo to the King,
And up he eprang 10 Try NJ once
The touch On every thing.
The heavy tassel that he Hraspcd
Magnificent became,
Aud hung by the purple curtain rich
Like glowing mass ~ name.
A. every step, on every side,
such splondor followed him.
The very Hunbenns seemed tp pale,
And morn itself grew dim.
hut when he came 10 the water
For hls delicious bnih,
And dipped bis hand In tho surface smooth
lie started In sudden wrath
For the liquid, light nnd lcapIng,
No crystnl.bnght aud clear,
Grew q solid lake Of heavy gold,
Aud the King began TO fcnrl
hut out he went 10 tho garden,
No frcsh In tho morning hour.
Aud q thousand buds In the balmy night
Had burst into perfect nowcr
'Twasa world of perfume and color,
OF tender and delicate bloom,
hut only the hideour thirst fur wealth
In the Kings heart found room.
lie passed like splrit of autumn
Through that fair space OF bloom,
And the leaves and the flowers grow yellow
In duh and sccniiess gloom.
BACK 10 the lofty palace
Went the glad monarch then,
And sat at his suInpiuous breakfast,
Most fortunate of menl
lie broke the iiue, white vhesten roll,
The light and wholesome bread.
And II turned 10 lump gf metal rich
II had ~ we'll becn lcadi
Again did fear asaail the King.
ufn-WuHi WIS fuia ne utWffif
The voice OF his tile daughter dear,
A. sweet M Eriovins bird.
sobbIng shc stood before him,
And golden rose held she.
And the tears that brimmed her blue, blu
wcrc piiIful 10 soc.
I" Fstheri o Father dcarcsti
This dreadful thins-oh. seei
Oh, what ha. happened 10 all tho howcrsi
Tell me, what can II beY'
T" why should you cry. my daushterf
Arc not these blossoms VI gold
Beautiful, precious and WONDERFUL,
With splendor not to be toldf''
Z" I hate them, o my fathsrl
They're stIf and hard and dead.
That wrre 80 sweet and son and fair,
And blushed 20 warm and rod"
"Coms here" be cried. my darling"
And bent, her check io klss,
To comfort her -uhen--H Heavenly Powcrsi
Whist fearful Thing was thisf
He sank back shudierinr and axhast,
Hut shc stood siill ss desth--
A stsiue Of horrible cleaning Tpld,
With neither motion nor breath.
The rnid r,ss IN h.r hand
Even ser il,tis sandals shanu,d
IL snld wberr shr d,d sssnd
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'n.n suen .""ua w w ae-pnr
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And sobbcd. and heat his breast.
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