The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1884-02-22
TIE CYCLONE.

It was June; on the hills of Aleka.
The robin sang out his Eureka.
Above the trimmed crest
OF his circling nest,
In which were the young,
To which he now sung:
/ have found it-Eurekai Eurekal
II was June on the meadows of clover,
Ii was June in the heart OF the lover.
It WAS June in the comb
Where the bees made their home,
As they hummed the low tune,
1t is June, it is June.
And all nature repeated 1t over.
o, how the sun shone on that morning.
u seemed to only give warning
That Heaven was near.
Never fear, never fear.
The lark's song and linnet
Had such music in 1t,
The young farmer went forth to his blowing
With a joy as he thought of the growing,
With the harvest to come
TO gladden. the home;
And he whistled and thought
OF what should be bought
From the harvest of blowing and sowing.
And the young wife looked forth on her joy,
Twin blessing bright girl and boy,
As now hand in hand
They climbed burrows of land
Toward the spot where he plowed,
Their father, SO proud.
And in cottage and field there was joy.
see shadow. Up the west
1t creeps-now 'bove the wooded crest
Two shadows meet in one embrace.
Each with an anger in its face:
They graphic. and go round and round
In sweeping circles toward the ground.
Deep are their groans. fierce IS the breath
That tells OF ruin, wreck and death.
All, how they whirl through orchard branch,
And grind the trees like avalanche.
They toss through black and maddened air
The toll and fruits of years of care!
Now where the peaceful kline were fe1
1t raises beam of barn and shed,
And leaves the mangled herter dead.
Oh. watch it now and breathe q prayer.
Like springing beast from out his lair
t whirls and sweeps about the epot
Where stands the farmers peaceful cot,
Like one white take of heecy snow
That winter winds have love, to toss
Cross some bleak hill or no. Jw low
Until amid the whole twas lost.
so that white cot Was upward horne
And racked and scanned and outward torn;
Twas scattered many a field acrost,
And, like the breath of snow. was lost
On swept the giant, fierce and black,
q send your plying chances back
Across that field where happiness
So hate was bending to caress,
And see where, in one passing breath,
Life, happiness, are crushed to death.
The mother, rising from the ground.
With many q ghastly, bleeding wound,
Among the ruin peers around:
she hears no vo .ce-aii is as still
As silence on dead sea calm;
Not cen ii bird essays to trilI-
flushed every note of natures psalm.
One calls their names. and mOckingly
An echo answers from the air.
And then she upward looked and looked,
As though she thought to find them there,
Til. stumbling on a broken beam.
Her eyes are brought once more to ground.
Is IL the horror of a dream2
No, there her treasures fast are bound.
Close in their fathers arms they lie,
But death has closed each loTe-lit eye.
She tries to wrench the beam away
Then n 1ae ,Gee tbn hands sha grow weak
And kisses each dead lip, and cheek.
with stony gaze and fearless eye
She asks the unanswered question: Whyp
It'll maddened by the awful spell
OF loss. and loneliness, and grief
She rocked as rocks upon the swell
A hfe-boat Ger a ragged reef,
And cried their names. and whispered soft:
wake. husband. darling" as she oft
Had woke them from their morning nap.
OF aim. the husband, from his dreams,
To take the darlings on his lap,
All In the bright ming morning beams.
And there the tender neighbors found
The mother, seated on the ground
Trying the oft-repeated task.
by hearts that bleed. and hearts that break
To bame death, and bring to life
HE sleepers that will never wake.
1t was June on the hills of Aieka,
No robin sang out his Eureka
For the tree and the nest
We're swept by the blast,
And the red-breasted young
To which he had sung
We're dead, on the hills of Aleka.
Three graves on the hills of Aleka.
And q stone with the one word, Eureke.
Past the storms that may sweep,
And the tears that we weep;