Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-07-22
SUNRISE.

Into the field of dawn,
Where the mountains clear sharp line Is drawn,
The light mounts steacily.
While below in many chasm deep,
The mists of night still lingering creep,
And the lower scopes are half asleep,
And dimly dreaming
And at last look look how startlisgly
Into the world OF the open sky,
Where the light before so pale and tender,
And the earth and air were still and aware
With a silent expectation,
Sails the sudden Sun
With its banners Of clouds above it streaming,
Golden and purple, and rose and gray and dun,
Flooding the world with its splendor,
And gladdening all creation.
And Day-Day-Day, has begun.
There's rustic through leagues Of forest-the
ocean stirs,
Quivering with joy and light.
The last star swoons ana dies-ony the frs,
And the somber cedars, and Expresses tall,
Solemn, dark. and funeral,
Remember the vanished night.
Day and life returns-and the earth reJoicos,
The air is alive with murm ur OF busy yolces
There's the low of myriad herds,
Feeding on endless meadows
There's the Joy myriad birds,
Darling through leafy shadows
There's the culver OF endless leaves,
That CLEAN at the days returning
And the breath of a world Of flowers gees up
Like incense unto the morning,
As spreading their petals, they shake from
each cup,
The dews that its light imprison,
And the life myriad insect wings
In the wet grass buzz and dizzen.
The spider from twig to twig has swung
His glimmering wheel Of silken thread
And the gossamer over the grasses hung
His awning damonded.
The wild geese drop from the thin clear hight,
Where all night long they have held their flight
And settle on lake and mere;
Up springs the lark, and lost in the light
Carols his rapture-out Of sight
Thrilling the atmosphere.
A thousand sails the heaving sea,
By sudden hue OF rose are struck
In a thousand cities shaft snd spire,
Are quivering pointed with golden fi-e-
From thousand homes into the sky,
The thin gray column Of rising smoke,
Is stealing silently.
The jar Of the world of men begins
The reaper and sower Gfield going,
The busy factory clacks and dns,
The mill wheel over its sluices whirls,
Shattered in spray OF diamond and pearls,
The torrents overlooking.
There's ring of wagons on valley and hill
From thousand farms with clarion shrill,
The struiting cock is growing.
There is neighing and barking, and beatirg and
lowing,
Chirp and chatter, and stir and clatter,
Aud an infinite humming and whirring-
For the throbLing world is alive again,
And It's pulse is beating in every vein
With the strength Of mighty stirring;
Night with its shadows of death is done.
The great new WOnurOtlS Qay mas begun,
And mountains and valleys, and seas and strands,
Forests and rivers and torrents free,
Startled, arouse and clap their hands,
The glad new miracle 10 see,
And shout. " The Sun The Sun I"
All the world is alive and waking
To hail the great new day that is breaking
Sharp through the Western forests tangled covers
The hunters rifle cracks,
Where the black bear prowls, and the posing
eagle hoyers,
And the beaver his mud dam packs.
There rings the pioneers ak, and the forest giant
That has caught the days first fash
On its topmost crest for 4 tull long century, quiy-
shudders-snd falls with crash
Far in the South, through thick Brazilian tangles
The painted parrot screams,
And the boa coiled its branches droops and dan
giles,
And the Paradise bird like living fash of splendor
Through the burning summer streams.
Over the Western prairies herds the buffaloes
Crowded and laundering rush,
The lion and tiger sandy African deserts
That all night !ong have ranged for their prey,
Satiate now at the coming of dag,
Are stealing to cave and bush
The ostrich is whirring, half running, half flying,
On sultry Australian plains
The hippopotamus numbers along to the river
Crashing among the canes
The soft eyed spotted giraffe his tall neck stretches
The low wet branches to browse
The ponderous elephants lift their trunks and
trumpet
And shake the earth as they rouse
From seething sum ira and tropic Mad sgascar,
From Borneo's groves OF spice,
To the glacial fields where the white bear basks
and souses
And blunders along the ice
From the sultry Indian Sea to the cold Atlantic,
As on thy glory comes
From the Orient chambers of thy early rising,
Ger Europe's plains and homes
From the Hinialayas on to the A pS-and onward
IN he hat rise
Ger the fair Pacific, peak to peak out-ealling,
Flushed as the glad news flies,
Hail thee, glorious Sun all the earth halls thee,
And the stir and the strife and the strain
OF living begns-and the wsrld that was sleeping
and dreaming
Rous.s and quivers again.
Let trumpet and pipe and voice aud song,
Echo unto the skies
Let chorus and HYMN thy praise prolong,
o glorious Sun that contest again
With thy ever-new surprise.
splendor Of earth and life that give
Joy and beauty to all that live
And daily the world renews-
fountain of light and color that hincs
Ger the darkest and dullest of earthly things
Thy glad TRANSPORTING bues,-
o glory Of earth and sea and sky,
Lie OF myriad worlds on high,
Soul of the universe, light of its eye,
Who shall his voice refuse
To swell the chorus that evermore
Is shouted from flushing peaks that dare
The cold thin depths OF the breathless air
Thy earliest glance to see,-
To the crawling foam that fringes the shore
Murmuring impatientlyf
From the iremuous forest that uplifts
Its listening tops while the morning breeLs
With its news from afar with a whisper sits
And thy glorious coming promises
To the humbest of weeds and grasses low,
Where the clear cool stream with murnurous
flow.
Is talking and running to catch sight
OF thy first sweet CLEAN Of morning light,
To tell unto all below.
All, all are joining with one glad tone
All, all are chanting their song
From the bass OF the thunderous avalanche
And the cltaract's dizzy booming;
To the whisper fine Of the quiyering breeze
That hurries through myriad leagues OF trees,
And the insects infinite hummng.
The sun ! The Sun The sun-Tne King
The King OF the Void is coming
Fling forth your banners shout and sing,
Until the whole wide universe ring
With vast and joyous welcoming,
For the King, the kirg is coming
-[Blackwood's Magazine
THE FASHIONS.
A brlnette may wear a sateen with
maize ground, approaching white in its
pallor, and if her skin be very dark and a
little sallow she will find that a collar of
deep reddish orange, or a handkerchief of
Al arOupd ba-