Roseburg review. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 1885-1920, 1885-02-27
A Letter.


believing that the lines contain true
poetic merit, we are asked to publish
the same. While there is some mater
ial defect in this piece, and want of
consecutive unity of thought, yet 1t IS
touched with pathos and some excellent
practical hits:
DEAR GuRsEY: Tonight I'M aftride OF steed
OF doubtful demeanof sad Dubious speed,
He's spawned, OF eourss, AMI rins b1lel no oubt
With tanks turning in AMI and knees standing out
sorry old creature, YOU rightly may guess,
But love him, my Pegasus never the less
Ten years lolIed by with their frosts and their
SHOWS.
Their summers of pleasures and winters Of woes,
Since /, in encouragement, leaped from the height
OF his back, and 1 saw him more till to night
When ealel hin. and he in respoass TO usy call
Came to all bridled and saddled and all
In good trim for eanter Ger roads rough and long,
To the region of Fancy, the Realm af Song"
SO we're Of he and l. DER the fields bare and brown.
Thro the gloom of the forest and glare of the town,
But instead OF his feet keeping time to my rhyme,
disco yer my song to his step keeping time.
And wnen, in that kingdom Of laurels aid bays
Where few gather wreathes tho find boquets
kneel at the altar where Fame stands to crown
The victor, and give to the vanquished-a frown,
I'll be more than content if miss the disgrace
OF seeing her majesty scowl in my face.
But I'll ride to the finish whatever occurs,
For once I've drawn my boots and my spurs
And noun ted my steed and set of on the track
I f,Ava M inclination fo eyer ioak hafk
For We know Mrs. Lot for similar fault
Was turned in trice to pillar of salt.
Your letter came to me one of those days
That are always detested-a chill, sombrc haze,
AS cold as dead love and as bleak as the past,
Came up and the bright blue of Heaven o'ercast'
And hung like pail over mountain and plain,
| While out frem its folds fell "a deluge of rain
But it brought its white little wings the perfume
| OF the acs and scent of the roses in bloom;
The song of tae wood birds, the humming of bees,
And the goblins G Gref from my heart fed away
| AS the hours of night from the glory of day.
love every per that com es to my lot
When my heart shall revert to its happiest time,
To the greenest of fields and the sunniest cline,
| Though half Of the wo rid intervene, yet it win
Return in rapture of love to the mill
Let me look last at it's manifold charms;
Let me lay with my face buried low in my arms,
While Fancy goes back DER the lily crowned Wales
And gatlers.thepansies in Acwcr sown daies
Where the red robbn pours out his love the pines
And white homes peep out thro the riffs in the vines
Oh! earth's only Paradise, land of the sun!
When death shall decree tbatmy race has been run
And the Maker has taken my soul at its worth,
And my heart finds the rest it found not on Garth
May some one come out from the land Of the brave
And plant sweet flower from the south ON my grave
/ I'm fully aware that am woefuy late
In cheering November's election and great
Is my shame and disgrace that I've waitsd SO one,
Ere weaving the fasorite part of my song.
| send 20 a fsrvent .'Thank Godp' but YOU know
c1nnoS shout with you, .'the Rascals must go"
10 my foreman might choose to return me the shot
| By referring with sneers to the, Kettle and Pot
Twas month ere the news found its way to my ears
And the bark of,my hope in the sea Of nay fears
Was nigh swamped, but one night 40 CHANGED to
| : look down
Through an iron-bsrred window oerlookine the town
At suburb where Nature and Art seem to meet
Ana the ieiis to refuse further way for the street,
Ina plain slopng down to the edge of a streahi
Whose Crystalline bosom reflected the beam
OF the moon, just emerged from bath in a hay
Till its ripples smiled out thro the gold and the mist
Like slumbering babe that the Angels heve kissed
saw such numerous throng gathered around
That their number could be told and the SOUND
of their ehaetng rolled out on the air of the nigh
l1kcfhe siumber that slowly comes after the lich
OF the faraway lightning, and sullenly dies
In the furthermost part of the faraway skies:
And cannons were booming and flags Aoated high.
pia 4l,al
And the stars mellow lgat and the mooas ru dv av.
Were drowned in the red OF the bonfre's blaze:
While away in the background the bright river rolled
Past the fields, that lay bathed in shower Of gold
And gazed for thought great strife was at hand
And rout or rebellion rife in the land
And shuddered as who doth stealthiJv prov,
70 the fields, in the wake of a fayorite fowl
That Is nesting, and thrusting his arm thro the brake
TO discover her nest, puts his hand on a snakei
My fears were dispelled in moment for there
great crimson banner hung out on the air
And on it CAN Hail! az .er twenty four wears
Democracy triumphedw Isank and the tears
flushed into my eyes and 81 0 tied s.WelI done.
Grand soldiers of patience, yvur victory's won.
Next morning the faithful were still At their snor
Wnen the civilized lightning flashed in their re,ort
VI the counting committee, and gave to the land.
From the edge of the lakes to the dark Rio Grande
Gave the worl1 the sweet truth Of the nroverb h,,
states
All things come at last to the party which waits.
without IN appeal or prayer to my Muse.
III proceed to relate all know of the news
Ihat is floating about in this desolate place.
"hereone ina LIE time would scarce see the face
of breezy old gossip who blundering down
IN ones easiest chair, tells the news of the town:
The farmers, those heroes OF dollar, and dimes
Are loud in their railing against the hard times.
But somewhat at variance, still, in their views,
And some curse the Chinese, while more curse tn,
Jews;
And all curse the Democrats raging because
Oh the threatened repeal of the Revenue Laws"
The 'odest inhabitant" fails to recall
Such terrible winter as this is, for squall
After squall blew upon us and flung from their hant
white devastation that grasped all the Lard,
Al held it so close to its breast that the chill