Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1892-10-06
Rlsld-Farlnss.
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TO the Tobacco Laei-Chronicle:
From The publishing house Of Har-
per Bros. CONES Field-Farings"-a
vagfAnt chronicle Of earth and sky
by Martha McCulloch Williams, died.
icated to Mrs. Margaret E. Sangster,
Whose heart is garden all Of fra
grant things" and, may we add,
whose poet pen drips perfume Other
heart.
Field. Farings-Early spring-We
hear with tn author, the robins note,
Its low, insistent cry = see gaunt
trees against a gray sky !; the rabbits
track upon the snow hear the wood
cutters ak, "See how they temper
their stroke-up, down, in, out the
keen blade flashes allow, aloft--two,
either side they stand-bending,
swaying, flashing, steely axes mo
mently over andaround them. lie
roes of toll, they fight with this tow.
ering giant battle TO delight all
WaIhalla's warrior gods. Listen
What rythm of stroke! If the for
rest must fall, could it wish a stateliel
death kneli? 1t is at once march O
doom, anthem of promise, whose
fulfillment summer shsll write largt
in Plenty's golden smile. With 6
wild leap the great tree crashes dowr
hill, quivering in all its length, vib
rant to tiniest tip"
| Night comes ON. Look at this pic
ture: sSee the moon rides Ia th'
| west-a- new crescent, moon, barely
able to silver this white world. Sh'
holds star in her horns, hangs ia
to south-sure portents that the wine
: will follow her long ere she swells 4
Iquarter. Night falls without dark
ness. From earth to sky there is ebI
and flow of light"
We follow the author out il
! "Winds o. March," then back t
warm firesides and backlog studies
out again to see "Wild fowls il
, flight" "Comes summer" we bask i
. sunshine, hear the swish OF the hal
vest blade, find "where the be
sucks" and smell the sweet odor
trees a-blossom, go through "a rio
, GUS garden" hear the patter Of "sun
{ mer rain" "Comes frost" we listen
the ''cry of the hounds" then "hor-
and away" awake, oh sluggard, tt
cock crows clear for dawn, the coo
! black darkness pales to tender gray
g saddle, mount upon the instan
shake free rein and stirrup and tos
ing name; then away rs the AFRO
from bended bow. The creekslies
!: mile ahead. Down, down you go
] long, gentle slope, from whose spar
! tiints the hoofs strike fire. Truly
/ Is breath of life you draw in this rus
C through dew-fresh air. A fair wor
. indeed smiles up from either han
/ but you have.no eye, no thought f
4 it; the thrilling, breathless motto
t wraps you away from other sens
t Till the incline is covered and "
!, draw rein at.the creek, you look n
!, lat wood or field or the east faint
mottled with rose, or the blue-grs
overhead, wherein pale stars fig
still losing battle with the ola
The mirroring stream makes of the
a points of white fire In a "magic u
derworld."
"Christmas," and we have drur
the stirrup cup of "Field-Fs
ings''-a little volume but great bot
"a glass rich and spicy, full bei
and brim of sparkling wine. Oh
may sip again and again and fiji
no dregs at bottom, but feel a fire.
). Jingle OF health, new beating
ii heart. The artist draws back t
: curtain. We stand by and see fat
re full pictures, look with her into t
! heart of things, see her visions al
= dream her dreams. q.