The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1886-12-22
MI LORDS LATEST.
LORD ALFRED rrNNYsoN's POTM
OF LOckSlsy HaI Sixty Years AftsF-Ths
Changes that Have Taken Place in the
Poet Laursats's FanCIsS Since tho
Earlier Inspirations of Ills Muse.

NEw YoRk, Dsc, sl,-The Associated
Press is indebted to the Independent for
It's special cable Of to-day transmitting a
complete copy Of Alfred Tennyson's new
poem, which is given below:
LoCKsLEY HALL, SIXTY YEARS AFTER,
ny ALPREp, LORD TENNYSoN.
Late my grandson, half the morning have paced
Watched again the hollow ridges roaring Into catR.
rActs,
Wandered back % lying O0yhOod while heard
| myself 50 sIo!o os death, aud death itself in
LoCEAley Hall,
80 your happy suIt:wAs blAsted-sho, tho iaultlCsa
tho divine
And you lIEel-boyIsh bAbble-IhII boy.loye Of
y0uIS with mine,
l. myself, have often bAbbled doubtless, OF Abolish
past,
BabbIeI sabblol Our old England may go down
in babb!e at last
Cune him, cure your iellOw.vctm, call him
dOtAId In your ragei
Eyes that lurGd dOllnS boyhood we'll might fool
adotTdS age;
Tilted for wsAlthIeri yet perhaps she was not
remember how you kissed tho miniature with
those SWEET eyes,
In tho hall there hAug' a picture, Any'' arms
Happy children In sunbeam sitting on the ribs
Of wreck.
In my Ito thera wN a pcture-she that ClaSped
my neck had tlOW1i
was LETT wiIhin the shadow, sitting on the wreck
. alone,
Yours has been slIghser alluent; will you Slckeu
You' Not YOU! You're modern RmoFIs! OF easier
eRrthler make.
Amy lpyed ms, Amy hIled me, Amy was sInid
BHt your Judith, but your woFldlIng, she had
never driven me Wild.
She that holds tho diamond necklace dcarCr than
she that hn9s WtutQr sunset hlrsF than morn
Ot spring.
She that in her heart Is broodlng on his brieIer
While she VOWS %Till death shall part US, i" shu the
wouldbd widow wife,
She the .wOrldlIng born OF worldlugs, Father,
mother, DO content
Even thS homely farm can teach US there Is LOmer
thing IN desreAG
Wonder in that chapel, slowly sinking now Into
Lies the ewRtrIOf, my ioreiAther, with hII tupon
the hound.
Crossed for once, he sailed the sea, to crush the
M0BleW In his pride
Dead the warrior, dead his glory, dead the cause
in which he died.
yeIhew a'ten land Amy in the mouldCrIuv alIls
have STOOD,
Gazing for one penSlVo moment on tha. founder Of
our blood.
There ACaln stood to-day, and where Of old We
knelt In prayer
Close beneath The, essement crimson with the
shield OF LoGkBey there.
All In white Italian marble, looking still a II she
Lio ny AJAX dss& s, IN child birth, dead the mother
Dead, aud sixty yean ago, and dead her aged hus.
band nov.
/, this old ,whlte,hselc4 dreamer, stopped aud
kissed her marble brow.
Conc the arCs Of youth tho iollIes, turlsI, curses,
passionate LCRn
Gone me aEes ,eai l5ods aud earthquakes Of tho
pl4aGtS dGWnihg years;
Fires that shook mo OnOO; but now to silent aahsI
Cold upon t6S dead volcano sleeps tho glOlm OF
dYlugaayi
Conc tho tyrGnt Of my youth, aud mute below the
AllhiS virtues. forgive them, black In white
above his bones
Gone, the comrades Of my bIvouac, some In fight
against tho foe,
Some through age aid slow diseases gone, as oil on
earth Will 20.
Conc, with whom for forty yqlrs my LIE In golden
che. Viii ali iGS CHARM OF woman, sBO will ali
INC breadth ot maLl,
Strong In will, and roh In wisdom, Edith, loyal,
lQWly, sweet,
Feminine TO Ier Utmost heart, aud iCmlnlue to
her tender feet
YeU woman Of very woman, nurse Of AIlIng body
and mind,
She that linked again the broken chain that bound
mo to my kind.
Hero to.iSy was Amy With me whllo wandered
Near rs Ediifs holy shadow smiling At the SlIghter
ghJbt
Como our ,aIIor son, thy father Leonard, carly lost
Thou alone, my boy, Of Amys kin and niue arc
left TO mo-
G0ns tiny tendCrnaturSd mother weSrylnV to DO
left alone,
plninE loF The stronger heart that once hal beat
beside her own.
Truth -ior Truth Is tmth-hO worShlpt, being true
as he WAg brave;
Go0d-iOt Good Is GOOd-he followed, yet h0 looked
bcyound the grave.
Wiser there than you that, ctowninG barren Death
As lord fall,
Deem This ovcrtFARC dramas closing curtain is
the pail.
beautiful was death In him who saw the death
Saving Romtn aid Ihelr hAhleS aud sinking with
the sinking wreck.
Gone ioroyer-OVCrr MOI, For since our dying
Ever, ever, aud forever was the leading light oi
man.
Those that Ia Tho barbarian burlals killed the slave
aud slew the vile,
Felt within themselves tho sacred passion Of the
second life.
Indian warriors dteAp Of ampler hunting grounds
beyond the night;
EVen the black Auy'i4llan, dying, hopes hS lhAn
feturnR white.
Truth for truth and good for goodl Be good the
true, The pure, Inc Just.
TaiO the charm forever from them aud they ctumr
ple lulO Gus.
gone the cry o! forward, forward, lost within a
loI! or only heard In .lonC. from the silence OF
tombi
Hall the mNryeS oi my morning Triumph over
Stalled by icqnenCC skunk by usage into com
m0ner commonplace.
Forward rang the voices then, aud oil the many
Lot ui hush IhIs Cfy Of forward I'LL ten thOuIInd
years have gone,
FAfAmoug tho vanished races old AIiyrlAn .kluII
| would flAy
Captlys whom they caught In battle, iFOn.hSArtOd
VlCtofs they,
Ages aitOtyhllO In Asia, no that led The wild
TImuF, built hi, chastity tower OF eighty thousand
human skulls.
Then aud here In Edwards time, An age ol hob.sL
Chh,iIh cor oSnqISiot took and dung the conquered
UhflAtlAl inLO lAnel