The Portland daily press., 1883-12-25
Fantasia.
BY LAUNcELoT.
Written for the Press.

Written for the Press.l
Rlistling Leaves
''The morn's at hand;
For the breath of the blossoms is seward famed
By the breeze which is blowing from off the land
Cha,ticleer-in the distance.
sThe morn! the mornl
Be the tidings ahead of his couriers borne
My gossiping freres, TO the watcher lorn.''
Little Bird.
''The east grows fair,
And 10! pathway to heaven is there
Made clear by many golden STAIR"
Matin Belle.
"The morning brings
Assurance of Gods rich promisings
Be doing before the de$s find Wings
Horn at the Gate.
The morn! the morn!
Blythe reapers embillowed throat-deep in the corn
The golden ears already are shorn.''
Lord.
What thus resouuds within my room?
1t startled me like trump of doom
From the vision of my Dreaming"
Page at the sciadoac.
'Tis the huntsman's horn for the steeds are out,
The courtyard is filled with boisterous rout
And the kennels with hounds in leash are teeming,
Falcons are perching futtering and pecking
Grooms the FESTIVE stations are decking;
Servants are wranglng, fair danes Decking
And love lorn galants modify dreaming
In all sight of very fair seeming"
Lord.
Sup up! had forgotten quite
The glorious hunt planned yesternight.
Up! have much to do to day;
Deer and hare and pheasaHts to slay;
Cottage-lassies to kiss, proud danes to slight
And other things not admitting delay.
[Knocking.l
Who is that in the corridor
Rapping thus at my cabinet door?
Page returning from the door.
lis the cupbearer with fagon trimming
savory toast round the jeweled rim swimming"
Lord.
"Let him come in, for he has rare fashion
OF mulling good Rhenish for which I've passion
Trumpet, abore.
''Out the sands are running, running.
Be doing We who the toll are stunning;
Soon the leaves will wilted droop
And the cock so jubilant doze IN the sun;
The bird to the runlet cool will stoop;
And the sturdy reapers the glare will shuu.
Even the day will soon have flown,
And the vesper bell will swing and moan
For the msspent hours:-oh do not stay
Ia idle dalliance by the way;
For 10! the Lord has laborers few
Yet labor waiting for many to do;-
Seeds of truth to be scattered about
And weeds of error rooted out;
Bread to be found for the sick and poor
And burdens heavy and hard to endure;-
Time will not wait.'
Echo
''Not acat-pot sait-''
Lord.
''What doeful sound is that hear?
1t freigh.s my soul with weight of fear
Page.
"'Tis the phantom trumpeter who oft
Blows thus from the haunted tower aloft."
81 feel upon my soul weight
have work, tits true, to do;
But not to day; tomorrow III freight
My soul with purpose"
Trumpet.
''You will rue
Delay for Time it will not watt
Echo.
"Not a0ait-Not acait
lKnockiDgl
Lord
"Who knocks SO rudely without pray?
Page, returning from the door.
Apostles of Christ, who come this way
Bearing the Word to bond and blind;
Healing the sick and housing the poor;
Though they have only the shelter they find
Wandering about from, door to door;
They say Christ sent them with this word
What ye gice to the poor ye lend to the Lord''
Lord.
sit will not do to have them here,
Some other time will give them cheer
company gay have to Gay;
Send them, for the present, away"
Trunepet-faietly.
"Out the sands, are running, running,
Be doing We who the toll are stunning"
Lord leaves for the chase
Page looking after him.
Oh, souls in bonds yet seeming free
Oh, souls in darkness seeming light
Gould we but break our bonds and see
Where Dutys path lies clear and bright,
Then only as voice of cheer