The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1886-02-20

Ana all his lie nau WCfshpp heri
Devout as III Nile wnrshipper,
And AGAR flor the deeper lesson which he
from the beauty of woman and the eternal
love it inspires, will quote brief portion
of "rhe Forest Maiden"
\ forest maiden; she is mine;
Ard on Sierras' slopes of pine,
The vines below, the SHOWS above,
A solitary lodge is set
Within fringe of watered frs
And there my wigwam fires burn,
Fed by round, brown, patient hand,
That small, brown faithful hand of hers
That never rests till my return.
The yellow smoke is rising yet
Tip-toe, and see it where you stand
Lift like a column from the land.
There are no sea gems in her hair
No Jewels fret her dimpl,d hands,
Aud half her bronzen limbs are bare:
But round brown AIMS have golden bands
Broad. rich, and by her cunning hands
Cut from the yellow virgin ore,
And she does not desire more.
| wear the beaded wampum belt
That she has wOve-the sable prt
That she has tringed red threads around;
And i'll the morn, when men are not,
| wake the valley with the shot
That brings the brown deer to the ground;
s nd she beside the LODI popn
Sings with the wind, while baby swings
In sea-Shell cradle by the DOUGH
Sings low, so like the clover sings
With swarm of bees; | hear her now,
see her sad face through the moon
Such Songs.-wOuld earth had more of such
Sic has not much to say, and she
Lifts never voice to question me
In aught do and that is much.
love her for her patient trust,
And my loves forty fold return
a value have not to learn
As you-rt least as many must
She is not over tall or fair;
Her breasts are curtained by her hair,
And SOMETIMES through the silken fringe,
see her bosom's wealth like wine,
Burst through in luscious ruddy tinge-
And all its wealth and worth are mine.
| know not that one drop of blood
of prince or chief is in her veins:
| simply say that she is good
And loves me with pure womanhood,
When that is said, why, what remains
In this line of writing Joaquin Miller
is being closely followed today by James
Whitcomb Reilly and other poets of that
standing, who use Miller's work for a
model with the very broadcast license
allowable in the profession But Miller,
by that subtle power for technicalities
which turks within him, has given wo
man far deeper consideration than can
possibly be conveyed in the lines of the
lyrst. OF the possibilities of woman
hood he has made himself well aware.
be it pc -sessed of the most humble quail
tiles of face and form or the most daz-
zling and splendid What effect his
songs may have had upon the sex can
not at present be seen. 1t surely must
be, however. that thousands of heal is
all over the land have been touched by
his music. and have allowed their bosoms
to swell with thoughts of purer ssti-
nation of the sex after than before read
ing his poems. He is alike capable of
picturing the brightness and the shadows
of all life. He is able to appreciate the
sorrow that so frequently blasts maiden
hood, and is well acquainted with the
heavy burden of care that rests contin-
ually on the shoulders of motherho ID.
Familiar as lie may be, and as all men
are, with the passions that made lost
soul of the despised That's, he must have
lived in higher sphere of purity and
holiness of thought to have written thus
of the one woman who was to him as
Rpsalind to Orlando:
She is pure-a pure, good woman. DO
you see the snow that mantles yonder
mountain, kissed by the clouds and the
morning sun, and Speck less as the lIiy's in
most Leaf" lis not more pure than she.