The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-04-19
&" OUR POETS"

,ne among US who does not appreciate
he efforts of our poets? Is there one who
Ices not love to peruse with profound
Meditation the many excellent poems
hat appear on the page from time TO time?
W hat q sacred attitude the poet has occu-
1ied since time immemorial. We often
ing their beautiful words until the soul
eems to reach out to grasp the grand idea
portrayed in them. Then allow me TO re-
produce few OF the Gems" of our II. l..
:. poets:
lie who doubts in Gods existence
Has no feeling, has no soul,
For that soul is dead TO beauty
And his mind gTasIs not The whole.
[ALoSzo FINLEY JAcons.
Alone by the magic river
cease 20 splash my oar
Alone beneath tie willows
Lot me rest for eycrmorc
lnAErER LIv.SGs.
There IS 4 land-a spirit land.
Where souls immortal dwell.
Beyond this vale Of grief and tears
But whore. we cannot tell
I''HAMLrr."
Let US kindly help each other
With unsedsh hands and heart,
As we journey tow rds the portals
Through which oil from tim' depart.
w. W. SrocEwELL.
How sad tho thought that on Lies Shore"
Where some with highest hopes and aims
Will soon be known to Us no more
And flowing tides wash out tho names.
f"FAEIEs DoY.'
A. gaze at the beautiful flowers
All troubles seem drifting away,
And 1 almost see the beautiful Ond
Where the flowers will never decay.
t"LUuLE."
THERE'S gate that is ever ajar
From the earliest dawn till even,
With never bolt or bar.
No signal TO Narder given.
[MGs r. E. SMITH.
How many words the lips will frame
For which the heart will sorrow;
How many friends today name
That are not ours tomorrow.
T"JEssIE CLYDE"
OFT I speculate and ponder
Ger tho things cannot see,
What Is liie often wonder,
Will the future wer me?
Arc we living. or but dreamingl
DO We know that life Is real7
Have our words aud acts meaning?
Can our existence feel?
f"SfAzY MASCOT"
Ihave passed through Oh ldhoOd's sunny days;
They will never return 10 again,
And realize how stern is life
We must reap what We have sown.
Through foul or fair, Il is just the same,
We must bear our cross alone.
l'ADvAScE."
am hoping, truly hoping.
That the clouds will scatter fast;
In the dark have been cropping,
But daylight has come at last,
Aud n hand is gently beckoning,
Guiding me 10 love and rest.
While a voice is sweetly saying.
''Peace be STILL God knoweth best"
l"BTTrER SWEET"
Walked down the valley of silence.
Down the dim yoicelcss valley alone;
And heard not the fall Of footsteps
Around me, save Gods and my own.
t'EvERGBEES."
The clouds and broken reflections
And shadows shall appear,
"As the symbols Of love 10 heaven.
And its wavering image here"
["REGvA LEE."
The future is bright as with castle, of gold,
Burdened with treasures Of luxury's mould,
There turks in the heart thought OF care,
In irony, fate so often lays bare.
[PULLocK.
with Jesus for guide. loving and CHEEKY.
Though trials do come,
You may be weary,
But will safely reach home.
[HAwEKYE
Z Is coming. dear heart, the turn in the lane.
rho hope we have cherished shall not be in vain,
4 the roses shall bloom by door lust as fair
Is they did in the days when plenty was there.
[BEDoUIE.
As one strolls beneath the boughs.
Each flower that swings 80 bright and fair
Makes very graceful bow,
And seems to offer solemn aud gentle prayer.
t"wALDo."
How pleasant TO look upon 4 task completed,
A task we'll ended Is a victory won.
For having trod the weary path 20 TOLL
We proudly gaze upon the work which We have
done.
G"occAsoSAL VISITOR"
Too late to dream OF fancles bright
For fancios fade and naught remain,
Save lonely hearts aud darkest night.
Where vain regrets aud sorrow reignA
l"MYIH MIRANDA"
in forgetting self. wo forgot our grie,.
And thus we may 20 to Others relief,
Aud point 20 Them tho star's SHINING light,
Which briehte ne the sombfo hue Of nirht.