Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-06-05

Breath OF Song.
From the minister's organ LOFT,
Floating down the Swallowed nave
Comes Q strain Of music soft
Failing as q weary wavo
Falls upon the beach Of sand,
Murmurous and sweet and bland.
Bearing from the mighty sea
Messages OF melody.
There, alone, the organist
Lets his listlesa fingers 60
Lost In q melodious mist
Ger the keyboard, 10 and fro;
There, ha4drssming. in the gloom.
Sits the weaver ct his loom,
Weaving with the threads Of sound
Music-woof the warp around
All unconsclously he hides |
Strains familiar IN his theme
When q master-sptrat ghdos
Throngh the doorway Of his dream;
Mozart Handel Chopin, or
Rarmony's great con1ursrer-
Rapt Beethoven leach is part
Othe dreaming players heart
30 the Poet Dreams nor heeds
Who may listen who may heart
Following where Fancy leads.
She alone to him is dear,
Omar. Keats, Theocrftus,
In his voice may speak to US
From the realm OF ages dim
These are in the heart Of himi
Poets in tho fields OF Time,
Since the world began, have sown
Wide the precious seeds OF rhyme,
And to US to-day are blown
Odors from these poem-dowers-
Seedlings Of the later hours
Blossorn1ng the fields along,
Breathing the sweet breath Of song.
Frank Dempster Sherman, In NJ Y. 1n01
pendent.
Tho Land Of Gold.
Behind the sunsets bars In the wide West
We catch tho radiance Of the Land OF Cold:
The dazzling splendors OF its wealth untold
Flash through our dreams. and wake to vague
unrest
The soul-with Lies dull WEAKNESS opprsst
Or wrapped in weeds Of sorrow, fold on fold
Till, with sheer longing and despair grown
bold,
We turn to seek that Land where all are blesA
But the Gold fades, and the strong stars arise
That look beyond tho sunset ana the stunt
They see OR little world hang far below
While over It imperial planets glow
From Heaven they whispers Heaven can
not be won
Until great Death has come 10 make men
wise."
Louise chandler Moulson. in Youths Com
pandon.
The Yellow-Hammer's Tap.
When gentle b1eezes softly play
Ger meadows sweet In fair-haired May,
| And whisper secrets to the pines
| In Woodlands dense with clamb'ring vines;
When balrny spring time fills the air,
And scatters sweetness everywhere,
Then there comes the ceaseless rap
OF tho yelaow-hamm0rs tip
| Tip-tap. tap-tap, tip-tap tip
Tipity-tap-tsps
IT'S the merry pitter-patter
OF tho yellow-hammer's tap.
| Vivian hrorr xvrora vaer thro,, oh rouoh.hevn
And oft is heard the drum Of quail,
| And thickets echo thrush's song,
And swollen brooklet bound alongi
When from the hedge tho oatbirds CRY,
And meadow-larks arc soaring high,
| Then there comes the merry tap
| OF tho yellow hammers rap
Ttp-tap, Np-tap, tip-tapttp-
rapity.tsp,
IT'S the ceaselsss pitter-pa*tor
| OF the yeNov-hammer's tap.
When haxy shadows slowly creep,
And lanblins olest the4uesfves to sleeps
When from the pastures daiEied plain
Echoes the COW -be1rs Sweet refrain
That blends with negro tsanster's song,
AS down the road he rades along,
Again Is heard the merry tap
OF tho yellow-hammsr's rep
Ttp.tap, tp-ssp. tiptap-tp-
|
T1ptty-tap.tsp,
It's the plaintlve rat-a-tattsr
| OF the yellow.hammer's tap.
Edward A. oldhaxn, in Century MagsstAA
Dignined Ceurtship.
pretty Boston sohoolma'am
And youth Of mein sedate
Were parting IN the evening
Beside tho garden gate.
His hand ana heart he'd offered
In grave ana sober way,
And sho with quiet dignity
Had named the happy day.
He fingered at the gate with her
And said In accents lows
"Thero IL O little favor
would ask before 60.
= "A favor never aa1Eed before;
Sweet maiden, II II this
lovers privileges that ts all
sweet betroShl kfsS."
~n you watt" the maiden whispered.
With her color rising high,
"Tnl remove my speetacles.
I'll willingly comply"
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