The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1893-01-01

Forgive that" Forward with sign
He went. You've seen the tel gramf
PaIerlno's taken, we belleyel
And here. again, we have tears and tale-
gram. battles and blood, and tears enough
can tell you. More tears. reckon, have
been shed over this poem than any other
one war picture OF our time. IL is too well
known to quote at length: ~. -.
FROM MOTHER AND POET"
=. - :.
What arts fora woman? To hold on her knees e.
Both darllngs!'t to feel all their arms round her
Cling. straneie aIirtlel To sew by degrees.
And '5roider the long clothes and neat little coatl
:: Todream and to dote.
To teach them. 1t stings there Imlade them indeed
Speak PLAINTIFF word country" Itanght them,
That countrys a thing men should ali for at need.
Iprated of liberty, rights. and about 50
80 -. The tyralt turned out.
And when: their eyes Mashed: % my beautiful
e1aitsd :nsy, let them go forth at the wheels
OF the guns, and denied not But then the surprise.
When one Sits quite alonel
=. Then one weeps, then one kneeIs!
s-God how the house feeist'.
AT first happy news came. in gay letters moiled L
:: with my kisses: OF camp life and glory; and how
They. both loved me, and soon, coming home to 10.
In return would fan. off every ny from my brow
,s With their greeniauref Dough.
Then was triamph at Turin .Ancona was freew
And some one cane out oithe cheers in the street,
My G uido was desdI|i tel down at bis feet,
- While they cheerea ID the street.
Ibore it-frfenas soothen me- my grief looked sub
: iiHiea. S.
To.be Ieanteoh and walked with recalling the time
When the first grew Immortal. While both of us
!: :. .: TO the height he had gained.
And letters stilf- came SHORTER. sadaer. more
Writ a5w 51t:ip ohe hand ~ was not to faint
One loved me forty would be with me ere long:
o: And "A;iys Ftafia" he died for. our saint
WHO @forsids our complaint
My Nahai wQul,i add, ':he was safe and aware
OF aFTesencethat turaediof the balls 90 was
ftwasG ndd himself VINO knew, what could bear.
Aud how twas imp9ssiblei Quite dispossessed,
. II live on for;the rest:
on which without pause up she telegraph line
Swept smoothly the next news. from 0aeta-Shot
:1eH MS noehsr. All ah-"his," their" mother:
:: n voice sayss'.sql nOthefi' again to me- WHAT
s " - Yod:thihk Gaido forgot?
o. Christ otthe seven wounds. who fOok'dst through
q oI lie eS Sses or Inv mother consider nrav
How we .coainien IN others stand desoIate. marx,
. Whose sons; mot being Chrsts. die with eyes
.Aadno fastsword 70 say.
Hayebeen patriots yet each house must always
keep one.
for What = end is i. done
So; ltwe:haye nOta SOM.
what; then' DO not mock me! An, ring your bell,
And burn your. lights family. My country /.
star PRICK ~ me last peak ea. Rs
:. g; 10 disfrancbse despair.
Forgive me: Some women bear children in strength,
IS Ana bite back the cry Of their pain in selt-scorn.
But rne biEtl;pangs OF nations will wriag as ut
Into wall SUCH as this land we sit on forlorn
=. When the man-child is born.
Dead i-:one Of them shot by the sea in the west
Aud one:of them shot in the east by the.seai
B9fa IN s Noa4 Se rsssl
Let none look at ME L..
shall conclude with a rather unpleas-
ant task, OF rather duty. would motif
d<pot-write il mo-: permitted to teach
or try 10 tell something that might be of use
to some one as ! went along.
:: When Lspokein. the Jewish synagogue
on :. Poetry. L called Poe's Raven -
readers that; 1t. was morbid nonsense.
I..see: this address is still en- its
travels. the :Stocktonian quoting it
entirely last week and quietly limiting that
i am a. "a. little o1.'fr calling. 1.-The Raven"
frenzy. / am entirely right; and, more
than that, | ain. in. duty bound to- say that
Poesgot not only the meter and the melody
of: "1he Raven. from Mrs. Browning's
LADY Geraldina,, but: he got some Of the
very. lines from It.; And he made very
miserable use of them, too, in putting them
into. his. poem, the morbid and ridiculous
."Raysn." Read this from Mrs, Browning:
-: Sob show still the lady standerhl
=. - HF1s a JfreaHF-s dream OF mereies !
=: TT wiXtthe purplefartee curtains,
= :; How she standeth still and pael o.
:: Els Vision, sure OF merciess :.
: - Sent to so item his self-curses-
Sent TO sweep a patient quiet ::
sO'er the:toss1ng OF his wall.
=, .'Eyes s.be safd now throbhng through met
-. 3: Are ye eyes that did u1do'me?
-: :. Shining eyes like antique jewels
Set In Parlan statuestoBe: G
:. sUndern cath that CAIN white forehead -
+%:. Are We ever burHng terrid
O!eE the, deselate sand-desert
=; -: or my heartand life nndone?"
- :: With a:nnurmurous stir uncertain, ...
= In the air. the purple curtain
Z; .s''' Swelleth in and sweIleth out
=: :. :. AfouHd her moji0nless pale browss
.: White'the & idins. OF the river -
60. Sepds'a TiPpling noise for ever
- :; Through the open easement
- :Whitepea by the nooniight's slant repose
: However, Poe's work is well enough in
its way, five except this bit of borrowed
frenzy. But letthts Raven" be forgotten.
It,has long been cherished by America for
its supposed strength and strange original
.ify! But yon see clearly that Ii there had
had been mo. Mrs. Browning we would have
had no Poe, :or least no Raven.
81: -. -: JOAQUIN MILLER.
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