Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1892-10-21
From the Sd. Iohnsbury RepnblIcnn.l

press poetical ideas in fautless rhythmi- !
cal form.
Many of them are devoted to religious
themes, and these are precisely what
hymns should be-simple. earnest, i'm
pressive and devout. AS characteristic
as any, perhaps, is the beautiful "Hymn
for the dedication of cemetery which
our readers will thank us for quoting:
We pines, with solemn grandeur crowned,
Put on your priestly robes today;
Hence forth We stand on holy ground
Where Love and Death hold equal sway
LIT up to Heaven each crested head,
And raise your giant arms on high,
And swear that DER our slumDering dead
Ye will keep watch and ward tor aye
For month by month, and year by year,
While shine the stars and rolls the sea,
Our silent ones shall gather here,
To rest beneath the greenwood tree.
Here no rude sight nor sound shall break
The calmness OF their last, long Sleep
And Earth and Heaven, Tor Love sweet sake'
shall DER them ceaseless vigis keep.
Our silent ones! Their very dust
Is precious in our longing eyes
O, guard we well the sacred trust,
Till Gods own voice shall biz them rise
Another religious poem of different
kind is so tender in thought and beauti-
full in expression that we cannot deny
ourselves the pleasure of quoting it. 1t
is entitled
SOMEWHERE.
How can cease to pray for thee' some
In Gods great universe thou art today
Can he not reach thee with His tender care:
Can He not hear me when tor thee pray
What matters it to Him, who holds within
The hollow OF His hand all worlds, ali
That thou art done with earthly pain and sin:
| somewhere within His ken thou hast
| place. ~
somewhere thou Invest and hast need OF Him:
somewhere thy soul sees higher heights to
climb;
| And somewhere sun tnere may De .NalIey ;
That thou must pass to reach the hills
sublime.
Then, all the more, because thou .canst not
Poor human words OF blessing, will pray,
o true, brave heart God bless thee, wherso-
In His great universe thou art today
The domestic virtues find celebrant
in Mrs. Dorr and many of her poems on
these themes have become household
words. The pretty lines entitled "My
Birthday" rank among the authors hap
piest efforts;
My birthday GLOW many years ago
Twenty or thirty3' Don't ask me-
Forty or tity?" How can tell?
do not remember my birth, you see
1t is hearsay evidence-nothing more
Once on time, the legends say,
\ girl was DOrn-and that girl was |.
How can vouch for the truth, pray
| know am here, but when came
! Lei some one wiser than am tell!
Did this sweet flower you plucked tor me
Know when its bud began to swell;
How old ami You ought to know
! Without any telling OF mine, my dear
For when came to this happy earth
Were you not waiting tor me here;
A dark eyed boy on the northern hills,
Chasing the hours with flying feet
/ Did YOU not know your wife was born,
BY Il subtle prescience, falht yet sweet;
Did never breath from the southland come,
! With sunshine laden and rare perfume,
| To lit your hair with IA soft carrss,
And waken your heart to richer bloom
Not one? o my stery strange As lite!
To think that we who are now so dear
Were once in our dreams so lar apart,
Nor cared il the other were lar or near
! But-nOW Old am !: on must tclll
just AS old as | seem to you!
Nor shall Il day Older De
While lite rcmaineth and love is true
\ lovely, pathetic sonnet is that on
Queen Mercedes, written at the time of
her early death:
| o fair young queen, who Hest dead today
In thy proud palace DER the moaning sea
With thy still, white hands that never more
may be
Lifted to pluck lite's roses bright with May
Little is ii to you that, far away,
Where skies you knew not bend above the
free,
Hearts touched with tender pity turn to thee,
| And tor thy sake n shadow dlms the day
But youth and love and womanhoOd are one
| Though across sunderlng seas ther Signals
fly;
Young Loves pure kiss, the joy but just be-
The hope OF motherhood, thy peoples cry
o thou fair child was 1T not hard to die,
And leave so much beneath the summer sun
Mrs. DORIS heart beats true to her
country and her State. Her patriotic
verse is in noble strain, and her Yer
mont poems, read at great public occa-
sions in this State, are efforts of which
all Vermonters are Justly proud We may
specify her noble lines on vermont,
written for the Bennington centennial of
1877. The closing strains are as follows
Arise o noble mother OF great sons,
Worthy to rank among earth's mightiest ones
And daughters fair and beautiful AMI good
Yet wise and strong in loftiest womanhood-
Rise from thy throne, and, standing FAR ana
high
Outlined against the blue, adoring sky,
~ af.sh Il. ina Al :