The sun., 1890-07-20
Ayers Pills,
Prepared Dr. AVER CO., Lowell Mass Sold Druggists Dealers hcn

ruined, for. aftor tho plague. an earth,unk.
chasms in the "g road a horS OfG ani T3Ts caring
through riffs in tho walls Of he Ioursss, I6grs ana b
Shadows %SGP sho2G ast a!FAnSSS' tSs
War; Sat the root had "H ia en- GrlfHs' iS .SaI 4
efe 81 wId R"Ft tby@e Wsse eroWn 2ySTSs and the
pavement rose whore. he walked Yet. sASS as Ss
stood by the door OF tho fame, wherS lie hsS
a light blazing from tho windOws Of a ersSt
chapel by the sen. i was the, Temple Of IpS..
door the sweet savor Of incense s Fn an M Inc open
blaze rushed forth till hoy were lost IN iU'qga iea
silver OF the mo!9nshne and IN, the salt SneIl
slowly, for his lin bs were swaylng with wsart..
ness. and he was half In dream. Yet he Hid
aven4e Of mSrtes 9 for he Ewessed 81 SpnF
sea robbers were, keeping reyel In the tSs
forsaken shrine. But he, heard no sound tni
within The fame OF Of tho S'I GoddSssn aanCnE :" fee:
the sncred plot Of the goddess AID hor chapeYI,
near the doors m and entered the bSopboEe boS sS
But In the tall bronze brazers there we're no
faggots burning, nor were there torches lighted
images that stand within the fame Of AphrSdt1tte tt
let, If he did not dream, nor take moonlirSt
1I Eod .ss o aRe in
centre nor its fountain; It sprang neither from
the altar nor the statue of the goddess but was
world fire untended and dUn2 unt t0' And Et tds tbs
painted walls with the stories OF the loyes of
men and gods, and the carven pillars and the
At this the Wandorer was afraid knowing
and, the goings Of the gods were attended as
he had seen, by this wonderful light OF I'm.
earthly fire. So he bowed his head and hid his
holy shrine, and with his right hand no
grasped the horns Of the altar. AS he sat
slept. However It was. it seemed TO Limit lin that
soon there came q murmuring and whisper.
ing Of the myrtle leaves and laurels and a
the wi wind that wakes wax the dawn Ai the touch
the hair on MS flesh stood up. SO cold was the
There was silence: and he heard voice. and
OF a goddess. For the speech OF goddesses
was not strange In his ears lie knew the clar.
n3 ion cry Of Athene the Queen Of Wsdo and
Daughter OF the Sun and the sweet song OF
Calypso's voice. as she, wove with her, golden
sweeter than the moaning Of doves, more soft
than sleep. SO came the golden voice, whether
or tHa ne dreamed not
Where, is she, the Queen of tho Air. Athene.
the knees Of the daughter OF Dlone /"
He answered. nothing. but he bowed his head
In nee deeper noran sorrow: ros. o.,,..
Behold thy house is dosolate: thy hearth is
cold. The wild hare breeds by thy hearth
roof tree Thou hast neither child orN nor wis lie
nor nor native land. and she hath forsaken thee
but didst thou eyer give so much US n pair Of
doves to me- Hath she left thee. as the Dawn
threads Of silver in the, darkness OF thy hairi
Is the wise goddess tickle as q nympth OF the
woodland or the wells,2, Doth she love, a man
pIyfp ha nf Ia pattfh Nnv 7
not; but this know, that on thee. Odysseus.
old age will soon be hastening-old age that ia
pltiless and ruinous, and weary and weak
fpI to the gods; TheTefoTe' 0dysseus' ere yet
It be too late, | would bow even thee to my
am she who conquers ali things living; Gods
and beasts and men And hast thou thought
that thou only shalt escape ,Aphrodite2 Thou
that hast never loved as would have men
love; thou that hast never obeyed me for an
hour: hor ever knoTn M the 10Y Hnd S, sorrow that
the caresses OF Gree the Daughter OF the
Sun. and thou, vert aWeary in tho arms OF
Calypso, and tho sea Kings daughter SamS
thy, dear wife Penelope thou didst love her
With loyal heart, but never with heart OF
ana sae a WaS mother 5 my G tby s R
was mingled with all thy memories OF the land
thou lowest; and so thou gayeSt her q little love.
and thy very country Is as the ashes OF ior-
saken hearth, whore once was camp OF men.
Mhat have al Tx wars ana wanaerdngS ba won
thou hast achieved? For what dldst thou seek
among the living and the dead Thou sought.
The Worlds DesWr. They find It not, nor hast
,hou found 1t. ,Odysseus and thy friends arc
lead f,thy land is dead; nothing lives but Hope.
out remnant OF the old days eXcopt ioT the
bitterness OF longing and remembrance. uHt
0f this new life. and the unborn hours. VIII
hou not give. what never before thou gaVest'
lne hour TO me- to be my servant .,
The voice us 4 seemed grew grew sGter hhG Sam9 ~
lls very ear. and with the voice cam" divine
fragrance. The breath OF her who spoSee
seemed to touch, his ne h; tao immhoftSa! INN tSa
res5es of the goddess were mingled Win tlo
lark curs OF his hair
The voice spake again:
Nay Odyssous. dilst thou not once give mo
mo little hour Fear not. for thou, shat @ @n9t
Ga me At this time hut lit thy head and look
N the Worlds Desire
Then tho Wnnderor liItnd his hoai. and Ee
aw, AS Il were In picture or N a mirror oi
rome, tho Vision OF "A -lrL S.e was ore 'A"n
mortal tall and though still IN tho first ! Wsrr
oemed iatr n IA goddess, R'd 80 trauiilu! MY
lphrOdlie herself may pa ",hanr" nav" rNNrt
his 10, oIInos,. She was slim and lra.io ,. ~
zero ' ieasicSs ana innoront ~ o'lt g. "n
sr head - bora II shining urn ol b., NO -
s!o were trngin- wa'er, lr n no wlyaiS.,s;
reo. Then III. Wanderer Rney ,hrr. end
aw hor "nce again as, he H.! seen htL WIN WnrH
Z her father, hins Iyn tRr"u- r. r. h,pn-
cred sparta and camstQ"n tho li.i ! }@H'I7,
M a" ls chariot Wh Il ul-,'t iito|L'I. I"V
'av from The river Thor" r. ''a ,'',ii
FH- had l'aHel "r the l,Ne nos ~ 'a ..l
j. neprt hal bnrp 'il"i wll, tE' desire ~ 'An
t.rn-t OF women. GuI ,i,a u!4 l.t l'... t7"'
chan he hal sought !or ."' M'' g.
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