St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-12-22

Lame and old and past his time, and passing
now into the night;
Yet would the rising race were half as eager
| for the light.
Light the fading CLEAN of even, light the
glimmer of the dawn;
! Aged eyes may take the growing glimmer
for the CLEAN withdrawn.
Far away beyond her myriad coming changes
earth will be,
Something other than the widest modern
guess of you and me-
Earth may reach her earthly worst or, if she
gain her earthly best,
Would she find her human offspring, this
ideal man, at rest?
Forward, then: but still remember how the
course of time will swerve
Crook. and turn upon itself in many back
ward streaming curve.
Not the hall tonight. my grandson; death
and silence hold their own.
Leave the master in the first dark hour of
his last sleep alone.
WORTH er soul was he than l am, sound and
honest, rustic squire.
Kindly landlord, boon companion, youthful
jealousy is a liar.
Cast the poison from your bosom: GUST the
madness from your brain;
Let the Il ngled serpent show you that you
have not lived in vain.
Youthful youth and age are scholars yet, but
in the lower school.
himself a fool.
Yonder lies our young sea village; art aud
grace are less and less;
Science grows and beauty dwindles, roofs
of slated hIdeousness.
There is one old hostel left US where they
swing the Locksley shield,
Till the peasant COW shall butt the lion pas
SAINT from his field
Poor old heraldry, poor old hist ory poor old
poetry passing hence,
In the common deuge drowning old political
commoc sense.
Poor old voice of eighty crying after voices
that have fl ed;
All | loved ale vanished voices; all my steps
are on the dead.
All the world is ghost to me, and as the
phan ;Om disappears
Forward far and far from here, is all the
hope of eighty years.
In this hostel, remember-I repent DER his
grave
Like Il clown-by chance be met mel refused
the hand he gave.
From that casemen where the trailer NANTES
all the mouldering bricks;
was then in early bOyhood, Edith but a child
of six.
While sheltered in this archway from day
of driving showers,
Passed the winSOme face of Edith, like q
flower among the flowers.
Here tonight, the Hall to morrow, when they
toll the chapel bell,
Shall l hear in one dark room a wainng? 81
have loved th, e we'll"
Then a peal that snakes the portal; one has
come to claim his bride
Her that shrank and put me from her, Shrleked
and started from my side?
Silent echoes; you, my Leonard, use and not
abuse your day,
Move among your people, know them, follow
him who led the way,
Strove for sixty widowed years to help his
hOmelier brother men,
Served the poor and built the cottage raised
the school and drained the fen.
Hears he now the voice that wronged him?
Who shall swear it cannot be?
Earth would never touch her worst were one
in fifty such as he.
Ere she gain her heavenly rest, q God must
mngle with the game;
Nay, there NAV be those about us whom we
neither see nor name.
Felt within US, as in ourselves, the powers of
good, the powers of ill.
Strewing balm or shedding poison in the foun-
tains of the will.
Follow you the star that lights a desert path
way, yours or niue
Forward till you see the highest; human ma
ture is divine.
Follow hight and do the right, for man can
half coutrol his DOOM
Till you ind the deatnless angel seated in the
vacant tomb
Forward let the stormy moment fly and min
gle with the past,
l that loathed have come to love him; love
will conquer AT the last.
Gone al einhts-mine own age, and l and you
will bear the pail,
Then ! leave thee lord and master, latest
lord Of LockSley Hall.