New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1883-04-13

While DER the fields the bowling teinpo5t8 Ia&e'
The prisoned naet warbies in its cage;
When chill November through the forest DOVE
The greek house shelters the untFoibed rose
Round the high trellis creeping tendrls twinc.
And the ripe clusters ill with blameless wine;
We make the vine forget the winters c1id'
But how shall age forget its growing oIdi
Though doing right is better than Deceit
Time Is a trickster it is fair TO cheat;
The honest watches ticking IN your obs
Tell every minute how the rascal robs
To cl , his foreOck ana MS scyi ne % nue.
To lay his hour G ass gently on ITS SIDE
To slip the cards he marked upon the sheii
And deal him others you have marked yourself
If not a virtue, cannot be a sn'
For the old rogue is sure al last to win.
what does he leave wheu life is well-nigh spent
10 lap its evening In n calm contentf
Art Letters, science, these ut least befriend
Our days brief remnant to its peaceful end'-
Peaceful for him who shows the setting sun
A record worthy OF his Lords Well donel
When Lc the Master whom will not name,
Known to our calling. not unknown TO fame,
Al lifcs EXTREMIST verge half conscious lay,
Helpless and sightless dying day by day.
His brain, so long with varied wisdom irAusnN
Filled with the brokon enginery OF thougn,
A fitting vision oft0n would Hume
His darkened world aud cheer its deepening gioom'
A sunbeam struggling through the long eehp'c'
And smiles Of pleasure play arounu MS ups
Uo loved tba Art that shapes the dome and spire;
The Romans page the ring Of Byrons Tyre,
And oft when 1tful memory would return
To mad some fragment in her broken urn
Would wake to life some long forgotten hour'
And lead his thought TO Pislb terracSd to"er
or trace in light before his rayiess eye
The ome-crowned Pantheon printed on tho sky;
Then while the view his ravishcd soul aosorbs
And lends a glitter to the sightless orbs,
The patient watcher feels the stiffness stirred
BY the faint murnur Of some classic word'
Or the long roll OF HarOlds lofty rhym)
"simple erect, severe. austere, sublIme,"-
Such dreams that soothed his couch OF palm
The sweet nepenthe OF the WORKOUT brain.
Brothers in art, who live for others needs
In duty's bondage. mercys gracious deeds,
or all who toil beneath the oirclDg sun
Whose evening rest than yours moro fairly wonf
Though many a cloud your struggling morn oOscures
What sunset brings brighter sky than yoursf
l. who your labors for a while have shared.
New tasks have sought. with new companions fared'
For Natures servant far too often seen
loiterer by the waves OF Hppocrene;
Yet round tne earlier friendship twines tho now.
MY steps wander, but my heart is true,
Nor e'er forsets the living or tho dead
Who trod with me the paths whore science led
How can / tell you, o my loving friends.
What light, what warmth your Joyous welcome lends
To LIES la.e hour Alas my song Is sung,
Its fading accents falter on my tongue.
Sweet friends, If shrinking in the banquePs blaze,
Your blnshing guest faco the breath Of praise
Speak NOT too well Of ono who scarce will know
HIM -elf transit cured in its roseate glow;
Say kindly OF him what is. chiefly true,
Remembering always no belongs to you;
Deal Win him as a truant. If you will,
But claim him. keep hun, call him brother still