The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-12-22


you see her now
Here we stood and clasped each other, swore
the seeming deathess VOW.
Deadl But now her living glory lights the hall.
the dune, the grass,
Yet the moonlight is the moonlight and The sun
himself will pass.
Venus near her. smiling downward at this
earthler earth of ours
Closer on the sun, perhaps. world OF never
fading flowers;
Hesper. whom the poet called Bringer home OF
all good things
All good things may move In Hesper, pertecs
people, perfect kings
Hespsr, Venus, were we native to that splendcr.
or in Mars,
We should see the globe we groan in fairest OF
their evening stars
Could we dream of wars and carnage craft and
madness, lust and spite.
Roaring London. raving Paris. In that point OF
peaceful lightl
Might we not in elancing heavenward on star
so silver fair,
Yearn and clasp the hands, and murmur, Would
to God that we were there!
Forward, backward; backward, forward in the
unreasonable sea,
Swayed by vaster GIBBS and flows than can be
known to you and me.
All the suns-are these but symbols of innumer-
able man.
Man or mind that sees a shadow Of the Palmer
or the plant
Is there evil but on earth! Or pain III every
peopled sphere?
WELL be grateful for the sounding watchword.
Evolution, here!
Evolution, ever climbing after some ideal good.
And Reversion, ever dragging Evolution Ia the
mud.
"What are men that He should heed usF cried
the King OF sacred song,
Insects of an hour that hourly work their broth
er insect wrong.
While the silent heavens roll, and suns along
their fiery way
All their planets whirling round them, fash
million miles day.
Youthful youth and age are scholars, yet but In
the lower school,
Not is he the wisest man who never proved him
self fool.
Yonder lies our young sea village; art and grace
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 PEASANT
from his field.
Poor old heraldry, poor old history, poor old
poetry passing hence,
In common deluge drowning OLD pontlcal COM
mon sense.
Poor old verse of eighty crying after voices that
have fed,
All loved are vanished verses all my steps are
On the dead.
All the world is ghost to me- and as the phantom
disappears,
Forward far. and far from here, is all the hope
OF eighty years.
In this hostel / remember repent it Ger his
grave
Like a clown by chance he met mel refused
the hand he gave.
From that easement where the trailer mantles all
the moldering bricks
! was then in early boyhood, Edith but o child
of six.
While sheltered in this archway from day of
Passed the winsome face of Edith, like a flower
among the flowers.
There the smoldering FIRE of fever creeps across
the rotted floor,
And the crowded couch of incest in She warrensy
Of the poor.
Nay. your pardon. Cry your Forward" yours
are hope and youth; butt
Eighty winters leave the dog too lame to follow
with the cry
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 elim
mer of the dawn;
Aged eyes may take the growing glimmer for the
CLEAN withdrawn:
Far away beyond the 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 q backward
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.
Northier soul was he than am sound and hon.
est rustic squire,
Kindly landlord, boon companion. Youthful
jealousy is liar.
Cast the poison from your bosom; oust tie mad
ness from your brain;
Let the tangled serpent show you that you have
not lived in vain.
Here tonight, the hall tomorrow. When they
toll the chapel bell
Shall l hear in one dark room wailing, II have.
loved thee WE'LL"
Then peal that shakes the portal; one has come
to claim his bride.
Her that shrank and put me from her, shreked
and started from my side
Silent echoesY You, my Leonard use, and not
abuse, your day.
Move among your people, know them, follow him
who led the way;
Strovefor sixry widowed years to help his home
less brothermen,
Served the poor aud built the cottage, raised the
school and drained the fen.
Hears he now the voice that wronged himl Who
shall swear it cannot BET
Earth would never touch her worst were one ia
fifty such rs he.
Ere she gain her heavenly rest God must min-