The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1888-02-09
BY ANNA SARGENT HUNT.

Away Gown tllc PAIN OF me HllfNlng Ncal-,
The musical ripple Of shimmcIiur fails,
The voice of the water that tonlrriN calls
The brave liawatha and li,ir he HAD won,
The sweet Minnehaha.-tlicir Journey begun.
But poet and lovers pass oIIt u! cur sight,
And others whose writings our senses delight,
60 singing sweet songs that can never grow Old,
OR telling great truths with an a;teraice bold,
Twas one of these lCiv same sweetest of rhS mo
That rang in my ear like melodi0u- chimes
Just when was thinking what age t. bear,
For had no 2craccs of pocsy rare,
This backward, turn backW ard. oh time IN Nou
flight:
And MAKE me a child again last foi tonight
Ard though past my WnduW the snow drifts ii
ClpUitS
And gently the earth in lis .tiautl, enshro,,ls,
! seem to live over the summers of yore.
And roam mid thcirinnocent pleasures once more
Forgetting not hoW, when the long days were do.e
| said, as gaZed 1t the fast sinking san,
Now "Lovingly, soothingly, light biiows Sweep
SO Crock me to sleep, mother, rock me 10 sleep.
You've been w0nd'ring long III what way i'd eN
The theme that | gave you-'"The Power Of tn
Press"
Wei, come with ne, leaving the hustle and rush
OF your hurrying lives, and sit in the hush
OF the long sabbath days loved when a child,
Ere knew that Lies tcmpests blow strong ana
wild.
l will paint you the picture, ard you shall
How bright all lis coors appeared unto me.
\ large country farmhouse, lis face all u2lpy1
With long rays of sunshine that cling 10 il -.,;
From chimney TO door-stonc, All smiling, seIuIc,
As peaceful Il home stead az ever was
outside how the roses and tuUl o'ciocks grow
The balsams, and lilies with petals like SNOW;
The marigolds pink> and the Sunilowers high,
The lavender blue like the afternoon sky;
The ,iahlias, Sweet " ilams, ami hollyhocbs Toe,
The gay morning glories that sport with the dew
W lille cherry trees, llicS, and snoWhdlis stare
guard
Ger all the wee blossoms that grow in the yard.
Now pause in the doorway and lei>Iilely gaze
Away to the mountains through gathering haze,
In Afs.t.1 attlF
W here sunshine and >unng ltlma -inrN is tait
BY squirrel and partridge, regardless Of fear.
That sport iii these haeyon days OF TIE year.
But EOW ii is Sunday, and CN Tytilinr there
seems WondrOusiy quiet. As If al her prayer,
All nature i thanking tie Father above
For numhelcss tokens of wisdom and love.
The l"cks In the pasture :" broad and 50 green,
The sleek looking cattle SO lazy. are seen
To move as if something HAD told thell The Cay.
And they must be ready it, laws to Obey.
No sound iii the hay field, faint rustic of gTsiM,
But birds i'll the branches sing over again
Their sweet little ballads of cartScaSc and nUVC
Pray God that their music may never more cease
The hum of the insect; the drone Of inc bee,
Seem droW silly, streamily. SAYING t. ms,
Long, child, is your play Gay, stiS LAY yea sha!
But IRE nili keep busy TIL lark grows the west.
All still lies the door yard, but plain 10 be
The track of the ciiai~e On the carpet OF green,
For the church in the village contains one pew
That is filed fromt.ie farmhouse Pm showing YOU
For though good was the wagon for Young lnlk.
w no like Il fine view of the earth and HE Ky,
Far better the roomy old casc for the pair
W no, whether the sunday is gloomy or fair,
Must sit with the WorshipptI> ui on the hill.
Or they'd fancy the Old WcCh was passing stu.
To-day, as they listened to sermon and prayer,
They'd forgotten their part OF lifc- anxious care
W hlie the choir eored high oil the melodies Ola,
Their quiet enjoyment could never be todd.
And now, while the Old clock is ticking away
The moment. and hours of the bright summer day
One sits by the window and one bl the door,
The Bible and newspaper studying Ger
Now III whisper their secret almost a. well
Could the Bible be sparot.-So the neighbore tell
As the papo- that brings through their joys am
The rccor, of lions fond hopes and her fears
The story how surely the gospel Of peace
Is causing the forces of good To Increase
Ihat fierce is the conflict. but, steady and strong
Inc triumph Is coming of Right over wrong.
Each column is sacred, each line seems replete
With something so helpful tenderly sweet.
That, carefully guarded. Ike friends of He past
Each number will surely its readers outia-t
For once and again through the years that sliet
some note of the living, some word tor tclr G"aI
Has frightened their face, or hlin,;ed them eyes
And always it brought them some pleasant sur
prise.
The paper grew old As the children grew tall
And every week it had something 1or all;
And nobody doubted it told Just The f3'ah,
he sslayest believed il, and skeptical youth.
We left the good farmer intent on HI page,
Forgetting that sometimes ii happens with age
That even the reading OF things he loves best
AlluleS MN 20 sltntf anu afternoon rest.
nd now he is dreaming of mansions so fair
That Jesus, his saviour. has gone to prepare;
And though there's Il mixture OF worldly delights
He is hearing sweet sounds and seeing sweet
sights.
step softly, and leave him 10 sleep unAistuibc,
SO quietly resting, by nothing perttirbed
His paper shall bring its glad message of cheer
To all III his household he hGltleth 50 dear
dare not look up from my page, lest see
That yoH may be sleeping; nor strange W0uid IL he
told you the MUSES. had nothing to do
With the simple pen pictures I'm bringing you,
Imagine the years have rolled ON with Il rush
Since you and sat in the sabbath day hush.
It's night at the falmhouse-a keen winter night :;
Outside ali is sparkling. inside all is light;
There's gay, ringing laughter, and jeslin@ am
song,
| wonder TO whom these glad voices belong
| see not the good man, It's strange he's not here,
He loved all these tokens of honest gco cheer
On, yes | remember, his hair had grown white,
| could not expect we should see him to night.
The mansions he dreamed of are verities sweet,
And rest has ocrtaken the travel-Worn feet.
But there in the corner. lust out OF the light,
Is one who rocks softly from morning till night.
The silver haired grandma who smiles through he
tears,
As over and over she liveth the wears
When changes and losses seemed almost unknown
And she had not thought how that sometime, alone
AdoWn the steep pathway, without the strong arm
That always had guarded her safely from harm,
She should come i'll the light of lite's setting sun,
To wait in its glory her work to be done.
The children scattered to south and 10 west:
She thought they were foolish, they thought the.
knew best;
While here at the homestead one broad shoul,iero'
Tolls early and late, and yet never is done.
All love the Old grandma who stays at the farm,
tnmoved by the sound of earth's rulest alarm,
Coltentet,ly rocking through sunshine and storm
And waiting the day when the aged, bent form,
All changed to the likeness the gloriiied bear,
shall pass through the gates Of the City so fair,
To meet all the missing ones waiting her long,
And join with glad voice in the Heavenly song.
our picture: just see what rush for the door
The children are making! There's coming ono
more
The paper whose visits bring comfort and light
In long summer day, or the cold winter night.
Away rides the neighbor with jingle of bells
\ md crea king of runners, that merrllV tells
The winter king reigneth DER mountain and plain
And this is the time to be ioyfu! again.
And what is the column the little ones seek
With great expectation and longing each week:
The one that tells how other little ones fare,
Who write up their dongs so carefully there;
Who mix up the school maam with chickens an
cats,
The baby's new teeth with their Sun,lay.bc hat:
Their great aspirations with cousins and aunts,
Their cans and their cilis with occasional canfs,
Their prizes, the cattle, pianos and dolls,
With numberleSS notions and sweet fol rCiS.
Oh, this is the part of the paper for them,
And no one shall hinder, and no one condemn.
Now bundle them noisily, safely to bed,
For there's many wonderful thing to be read
BY father and mother and teacher who sits
With hands full of edging, and patiently Enits.
The chore boy has shuiiled himself out Of sight,
And the grandma asleep i'll the warm freight;
The paper will tell how others like her
Are still in the reach of life's hustle and STIR
And some one will write how with souls like our ow
The help must have kindness and gentlenes
shown.
Now over his shoulder-perhaps he'll excuse,
For VIC do not want all the knowledge to lose
We see how the farmer looks quick for the place
Where somebody's horses ran well in the race,
Where Oranges their secrets make haste to UNFOLD
And tell how the new ways improve on the old,
How stock may be bettercd, and crops made to pa.
How new fashioned creamries make easy to-day
The work of the dairy, where once the good wife
Had more than her share of the trouble of life;
How orchards and gardens will fruitfully bear,
And poultry will bring him round sums for h
care,
What prices the markets are making, and how,
Though State and the Nation to capital bow,
The poor man may make of himself what he vii
And places of honor and usefulness fill.
A hint of the taxes now rivets his eye,
IT'S strange how that some way they bring bi
sigh
When ever they're mentioned, for nobody dream
His propertys quarter as large as it seems
When the sound of ga going is heard in the lan'
And there falleth the shade of the grasping haGt
That gathers its dues from the high and the low,
And neither can favor nor cemency show.
The farmer stops long enough now for a look
At records he keeps in a certain small book
OF work on the highways TO lessen his bill,
Then turns to his paper with hearty good will,
And reads of great wonders and marvellous sight
Of crimes and of accidents, fires and fights,
How billiards. destructive sweep over the west,
And prove that to live in New England is best,
How somebody's married, and somebody's dead,
How greedy defauters from justice have fed,
How somebody's banqueted somebody starves,
How some things are overone, some things b
halves;
How this person journeys in search of his healtl
And another one runs mad race after wealth,
What mining is doing, what railroads have done
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