The morning call., 1891-03-08
MY BROTHER PERCY.

All IN the world to each other,
Left orphans-my brother and L
called him golden haired Viking"
His gentle eyes mirrored the sky.
While was his "dear gypsy May"
My hair like the ravens black wing,
just light-hearted happy girl
Who loved Ike the wild birds to sing.
think the angels showed Percy
The loveiest visions e'er seen;
Visions OF earth and of heaven
With only mist veil between.
The sky seemed a sea vast and blue
The sunset clouds radiant doors
Through which earth's days vanished away
And were lost on eternlty's shores.
Our home, on the limltless plains
fortress where our childish eyes
Fist saw the sun, golden car
Ride from morning TO sunset skies.
Where at night the winds moaned and walled
For the brown-eyed gentle deer slain,
For herds Of hardy buffaoes
That, alas would never again
Craze on the sweet tufted grasses
And drink from the creek that lay
silvery gistening serpent
Half asleep in the bright MONDAY.
Walled for the Indian madens,
For chieftains who vanished away
Like curling smoke from their wigwams.
Or darkness at dawn OF the day.
Tired OF our life at the fortress
OF the limItesS bOundiess sand,
We dreamed o. the blue ocean tossing
Its white crested waves on the strand.
or cities dazzling with gas lights.
or music, Of pictures most rare:
or dramas, of ships aud OF harbors,
OF bright flowers and faces fair.
or great giant peaks uplifting
White faces 10 kiss the blue sky,
And OF rushing mighty rivers
To the far sea hurrying by.
or kneeIIng in dim arched churches,
or hearing the organs deep tone,
And voices of choirs soaring
Like birds to the great white throne"
We left the plains In the cleaning,
Left our life SO quiet and tame,
Our engines seemed iron monsters,
Breathing smoke and sparks of red fame.
All In the world to each other
My golden haired brother and I,
Oh why did we leave the home nestf
Why like birds did we long to fly?
In the hush of the early morning
My brother said softly to me,
"Gypsy May my darling sister,
My life would be naught without thee.
But If the Great Father should call. May,
You or to his heavenly home,
The one VINO is first called TO go
VIII watch for the other to come"
We climbed the Alplne-iike mountains,
We had left the drear land OF snow.
A land OF flowers and sunshine
Like fair Italy lay below.
We rounded the rocky headland.
Our two iron horses had seemed
Grim giants breathing smoke and fire,
ON whose steel mail the sunlight cleaned.
We had left the mountains behind US,
There were vineyards on either slde
The apple blossoms pink and white
Crowned the morn OF the sweet springttde.
Nearer the two iron monsters.
In the front OF the long, long train,
Seeking the warm bright southern land
To win back his lost health again,
Was youth from far New England,
whom Percy had eheered the way,
My brother left me to seek him,
Saying. "Soon l Will come back May"
cried, Come back to me- Percyr'
AS he stood IN the sunlight bright,
He did not hear my pleading voice
AS he vanished from my sight.
Grassland the swaylTfg OF cars,
One engine, one fierce monster lay
Among wrecked ears, like n broken toy
From the hands of 4 child flung away.
All in the world to each other,
My goiden-hatred brother andI,
OH why did we leave the home nest?
Why like birds did we long to fly?
Quick climbed from the broken car,
Come, Percy ~ cried in despair,
saw a group under the trees
And sought for my brother there.
Some one they told me was lying
Dead-under the waiting pines;
Again see the Wild peoples,
How dazzlingly bright the sun Shines
To the sobblng, wailing pine trees.
BY some stranger hand was led,
Among the nodding wild peoples
Lay my golden-haired brother-deadI
San francisco, Mdrch, 1891 GRACE HIBBARD.