Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1892-12-07
SIIKA.

LOOK, the sound is family tiutsd
/ With the suns departing gloryl
| Where the mountains frown the shsd-
ows
| Slowly creep to darker shading;
| Tree tops bend toward the water
! Where their pictures, softly mingling
| With the ripping waves and eddies,
| Lose themselves IN chsngeful frag-
ments-
Bound and bend in ieafy patches
! On the crested wsvelets dancing,
| In the glass-like hollows sinking.
/ But TO rise again and gllsten
In the twiIight's lingering beauty.
Here a cup-ike blossom tosses
Perfume, like q dream of sweetness,
10 the breeze, which bears 1t onward
| Toward the sky whose blue is rarest
Where the misty clouds break open.
See the shades of pink and golden.
Resting on the blue, like jewels
There the banks of gray grow rosy
Where the glow but tips their edges;
And the waves, refiechng, cleaning,
| Re-repeat the cloud lands fairness,
Till the air is brightly laden
With the evenings tender welcome.
Ger Yerstova's misty grandeur
Lights and shades are slowly creeping,
There a CLINT of gold is heightened
by line of velvet darkness;
Tints of pink aud purple blended
Float around his sides and paint them
But his naughty head lifts proudly
Ear beyond the sunset shading.
Ger it rests a golden halo,
With no cloud to dim its glory.
Edgecumbe's sides blaze richer, redder,
Where the beaming sunlight gilds
them;
Here and there a snow-wreath loiters
To enhance his lonely splendor,
While the night seems slowly rising
From his deep and silent crater,
Spreading o'er his top its blsckness
Ere il shadows earth and water.
Hushl Across the sounds clear ripples
Hear the silvery chimes repeating
Notes that axe the sleeping echoes
In the mountains rugged summit
Tones that ring across the valleys
And reverberste so sweetly
From the rocks and gloomy cayerns,
Touching every point and crevice,
And rebounding, waving, rolling,
In one glorious diapason.
Whence the sound? Old Sitka's steeple
Rears itself in emerald brightness
Near the sound and In the valley,
Where the quaint old town IL nestled,
Aud the Angelus resounding
Day by-dsy the sound waves carry
Far beyond the streets and dwellings
Up and out till Nature answers
With the voice that bides it's bidding
In the dim and rock bound distance.
In the church. the sacred pictures
Glow with plate OF gold aud silver,
Clean with rarely precious Jewels,
Out from which the tender faces
Shine In strange, unearthly beauty.
Altar, walls and windows glisten
With u grandeur gsyly brilliant.
Which the church OF Greece has
chosen
As her own from distant ages.
But the house for native worship,
Out beyond the church's shadow,
Seems to lack the need of lasting,
SO ats crum mblng walls and rafters
Tell that soon tbs time will hasten,
When the only sign to mark it
VIII be crushed ana broken timbersi
Yet Bsranov Castle windows
Gaze across the bay as bravely,
As when gianeing swords and helmets
Held II safe on roof and rampant
And the halls are there but resting,
From the sound of feast aud revel;
And the polished floors are silent
Where the soldiers tread ouca
sounded
From its cupoIa no longer
Floats old Russia's royal banner,
ana the hight glovs not that beckoned
Many sn anxious crew to anchor
In the harbor, safe aud peaceful
Ladies smiles and mobiles laughter
Mark no more the conrtiy presence
Of the guests and Iordly master
Who, for years, were wont to gather
In the rooms, now coldly vacant.
flushed and still the castle watches.
Ger the old forsaken houses
Dlsmally and surely sinking
With no hard to stay their downfall
None to care when all are tumbled
Into rough and useless rubbish
MUIR GLACIER.
Sleeping meath the Ice-god's reisnins.