Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1882-12-05
Albert Pike.
ST. Louis EyoniuT ChrOnioIe. ..


The grand old poet sat in an easy
chair in one ofthe most sumptuous Of
the private rooms of the home like
Laclede last evening. lie was smok
ing an ornate and elaborate meer-
schaum, a souvenir from some Of his
host Of Masonic friends.
II was in doubt whether you most
resembled William Cullen Bryant or
the grotesqIe Walt Whitman" his
visitor ventured to say interroga
lively.
The General replied, laughing and
laying aside his prodigious meer-
schaGm and lying back in his easy
chair, II onoe chatted pleasantly in .
New York horse car for fifteen min
utes with a gentlemen whom | didn't
know, and who mistoOk me for the
genial and happy poet of Comden, and
| sdidn't let on that | wasn't Walt
Whitman"
Mr.. GoOdsall, President Of the
National Bank Note Company, an
.uthor of some repute in Masonic
circles as you know, once took me to
task for terming your craft an order,
saying that the word order smacks OF
European a%ristocracy, whereas Free
masonry is a Democratic institution" "
"Pskaw, sir" General Pike replied,
tumbling at the long curved stem Of
bis meerschaum, 'it's an order, sir"
The two gentlemen chatted pleas
antly upon Freemasonry for a time,
and at length the General was asked
which Of his minor poems he viewed
as the best. He went to his trunk.
and after ~ransaoking a capacios trunk
he passed out the following;
AS II SEASONS CONE AND co,
The fresh young leaves are coming, dearl
In the genial primo Of May;
And the bees in t4e blooms are hummirg,
And the world is glad and gay;
llgay and CAD in the ripe, bright Spring.
Forgetting the winter snow;
But winter again the SHOWS must bring,
AS the seasons ebb and flow;
And 50 the world goes round Ia q ring,
AS the seasons come and 20.
As the seasons zone and go, and the years
Unea after another die,
with wan sad faces wet with tesrs,
And the laugh that ends in a sigh;
In a sign and, singing, our hopes and
Pace after them. sad and slow,
with our mandoOd's baubles and child
hoods toys,
AS the teasons ebb and flow,
Leaving us only the pleasure that clogs,
Asthe seatons com and 30.
The lads a'e tho fair girls wooing, dearl
In the rsth glad DAYS Of spring,
And the gay boards for young loves suing.
While the thrushes, mating, sing.
Ihsy are wise-for the young grow old and
gray,
And lime Is a fair girls foe;
And maids are tickle, and men will stray,
As the seasons ebb and flow;
For loves forever is but a day,
AS the seasons come n 70.
In the new loves lap all the old are forgot,
when the mouth new kisses Graves;
They are gone, like players remembered
not,
One after one, like the waves;
On the dead loves a'hes the live loves
And into IL fires We thsCv
dead,
As the seasons ebb and iow,
Z r~sttting the once sweet lips so red,
As the seasons come and 20.
Mol mol there mere lstes We cannot forget,
Charming faces, forever dear,
Sweet lips, With whose kissing ours tingle
yet,
Loving words we shall always hear;
Eyes that we shall always look into,
Whether they love Us or no;
Alterations immortal, tender and true,
Though the seasons ebb and flow;
immortal, . darlingl rs mine for you,
While the seasons e8me aud 90.
The General was waiting this morn
ing Tor a telegram from Lyons, Iowa
He will 90 to that place for a day or two,
and return and spend q week With his
friends in St. Louis.