The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1891-10-11
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that the very spirit of the. stream is hushed in
are passing. On the further side arc long.
lonesome meadows. A few sheep are srnzng
obese MEMORIAL Hall. You resent it as ySn
haye already turned away iva, fro from the perky white
thing modern here that snaNs to mcmorializc
men or committees; Of today through iantas-
race and tongue hurts you with its brazen i'm
| peitincnce.
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the meadows. with the river. church. and town
Here is a typical English village. crs,scrossed
With stone walls and hedges i,tE c1t in high box
bd aSS mse tsS% o9
while wild fold flowers and weeds grow luxnri
ousy nnon them. Instinctively you arproach
faces a maze Of Vines and flowers, and four
oyer into tho breeze and bloom. II IS Ann
H HATH! cottag.. A pleasant ola woman man;
the man. hustes about. shows You the interior.
the ancient settle" where the love.m1akinG
while chatting chcerly, as II the lids Of time
heard, what %as said. Tho old lady words
The voices you have hoard came trembling
down the silcnces Of more than 300 years. and
your heart has thrilled unuttcrably because.
for moment. so close hnvo come that day to
this those two to you.
Back across the Avon over the great stone
humble Henley street. There is still the seem
Ing Of drsamfolk Walking ab3Hs in the soft soft
seem either very old or very young; quaint old
men and grandams ruddy OF face and white
II aa ho to hare dte ths
dren with dolnure old ways. You wonder if
tits H a amons stratord s%! MSiRer
is the q Your own aRsy Ias as
IN s I "nourh str.turs spce it's r"sto
ration" with gabled porch, an Elizabethan
window in the next story and d9r naer
above: all with a pretty garden at the sides
sna II Sds Fs sepe es
beaming old lady appears. and you follow her
ssnty Mt5n tEsSs little IS f in
:1St two Ss the
Interest here. N the other tho bard Was born;
here first saw the light Of day the great re.
vealer of humanity to. men. or that the once
and mighty Of all lands and cimes who nave
an Ma these ssas of
come into wondrous communion with them
ALL and It is nov no than eve. dream as
to the consciousness that you are but one of
horde q s. dnd are aE1n passing be-
Yet how little is there for simply the eyes to
look upon!-.the interior Of modest church, Of
ries. cruciform; with central tower and, spire,
and aislcs to the nave only: q narrow chancel
paWs to- hy HsSns
meath: a west window representing tho twelve
n'postle;s md our Lords 6aptism GleIrestory
nHl %naoT 3eS Elk
seats: an entablaturs Of stone in which is SGT
the painted stone bust Of pleasant. f faeed
pSnted Tn E and beSw grave sn WITH
lines Of inseriptiyo supplication that the dust
md bones beneath h, shall never be v disturbed
numbers come from the earth's, remotest
bounds to stand beside this silent but never
The day passes and the shadows lengthen
Heath proteeting pillar. and see. stil as in a
dream. the motley, throng. from peasant 70
RrGs s cse wGra i heart s p%sSeS md s s
here. Tho evening descends. and the last
threshold and passed like whisper over
tho wnd-strewn lime leaves beyond. The
KEYS liz Hrath Of
self. you pass swiftly to the chancel and kncei !
in tho darkenlng old church beside one grave
for u moment alone
AT sHAKEsPEARE's TOMB
Once where spray of apple bloom
Hung DER my garden wall
There came vAgrant oriole
To food the music VI its soul
Full In my ea.wiiiiowed room.
A 0eck Of gold. with voice OF lutte,
within my easement swung
fhs a..ss
Left II aghaht and mute.
Thus came his flight and canticle,
Flooding songs dawn with Day.
Thus we. athriIl and tribute. st.rred,
Like my poor prtsoned singing bird,
Falter loye'duinb and still.
EDGAR L. WAKEMAN.