Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1894-06-03
As incense OF good deeds ascends "a
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Truth. typined beneath t,orai drean,
love. 'N'' p'o'e0uns
And never false in word o.. deed rn
prove, 49,
D'. ahan eyes YES Jasmine, cheerful rays
AthwHrt my mind IN dr,ya ,.,,.t.
thought afar. " u'Ne mock
inou water Lily. crystal candor being
ne'ii', si the waters like snowy
And . pSndeiIonl with thy generous
Thou'll teach me IN love an ,.,,.,.,
the while.
Thy crimson banners. Holly Hoekl un-
Blazon ambition aimed at noble ends
hair Marguritel thy white lips ten The
world
now kindly heart with mental gran
dsur bleeds.
y, nestle Pansyl child-now.r AZ mo,
Thy pretty face against my thlrstins
heart.
Dear Passion flowerl ne'er hath poets
tongue 49,
In the mute accents OF n iiowerets
breast
More potently OF Hone 10 b,r,a,;
Ihou pointst with beacon light. to
mansions Of the blest.
Anu mere IN Tulips golden face I tface
unconscious beauty. fair and match.
less grace.
Nhrysanthemum, farewell and vale
Golden Rod
one luulti-buad the 49,. No.. A., a.,
And fond adieu Magnolia! thou whose
nod
Proclaims the queen OF trees and
flowers ALL
The hand points upward: we must
sever
Dear -Four O'clock but not. trust,
Hail, fairy Bue-beil. emblem OF com
stancy and Lowell
Like thee | fain would fix my heart
on treasurers fair above.
Queen OF the garden, Rose! whose gem
erous heart
Holds every fragrance. every lovely
Thy subjects and thy sisters own
part
Last and most sadly from thee. do
breathe adIeui
ana now, teachers and comrades. whose
KIND deeds shall shine
Like fiawless gems in grateful
memory's shrine
NO poets pen can picture. no In
splred tongue can tell
The sadness that nils my heart when I
say to you--farewell
The NnIcdictory.
My Kaleidoscope first presents to my
enraptured vision glowing picture OF
grlhood. Just half way In the teens.
she is dancing toward the bound be-
tween tho child and woman" a mas
ter OF the Rhodian art must have
painted her matchless form and face.
The beautiful waves OF her soft, golden
hair fan droopingly like sunshine upon
her fair forehead, where the blue veins
CLEAN gently like winter streams along
Il field of snow, Her sparkling eyes,
to make the portrait true. must have
the shade OF 1taly's heaven--blue. Her
rosy mouth is wreRthed with smiles,
which are ever playing witching wiles,
and every grace and beauty decks her
dimpled chin.
Her step is like an April rain,
on beds of yiolets flung;
Her voice the prelude to a strain
Before the song is sung"
what can be fairer than this half
blown flower? There Is one thinR
fairer than this-Truth In her might.
grand in her way, holy and pure.
Guard well thy soul. fair one, that
Truth shall always shadow forth her
image there Standing upon the
threshold, where the shadowess days
OF merry childhood ends. she gazes in
glad surprise out upon glrlhood's glo-
golden realm. a phantom ilita before
her gage--a phantom Of the rolling
river-Time. Wen trimmed barks
laden with golden treasures, purposes,
hopes and ambitions are sailing on dts
silent tide. The little vessels, Faith,
Love, Hope and Action glide side by
side. But soon the waves are heav-
ing, the gray mlsts OF Fate steal over
the bHlows-the waves beat and the
scattered vessels are driven until Love
Hope and Action are given 10 the
waves. and Faith alone remains TO
guide the soul to Heaven.
The rejecting surfaces OF the kalei-
doscope shift the scene 20 the picture
Of manly youth. with firm foot placed
upon the lower round of a ladder; while
the upper round is lost in the sky
above. where CLEANS his life motto,
'.He builds too low who builds beneath
the starsn He wears no gems or VII
or science. but those he has won, ana
bending forward with eye hNed upon
that motto. he will scale life's ladder
into the MISTY highlands in the CLEAN
~ mind and conscience and by the
light OF living truth. Why should ne,
sauntering on the shore. Idly pick UP
the pebbles. waiting for some great
occasion TO bring him fortune ana
fame2 Thoug@rontentment " a bless
ing. hearts must with their hopes eN-
nand. and the year 1000 Is spread be-
| fore him with all its grand possibilities.
He is what God has made him-~not u
channel for a borrowed stream.
''For the true man needs no patron
| He shall climb and never crawl
| Two things fashion their own chan
nels-
| The strong man and tho waterfall
| climb. who would mans claim inherit,
| soar above the human elDd
\ He who highest brings his merit
! Nearest brings his soul 10 God.
Tho glass Is turning, and the next
| picture greets US. II Is early morning
| Away at the North, two great somper
rnountains, whose snowy orests JUST
| touched by the first rays OF the morn
| ing sun, are turning crimson. Beneath
| as far AZ the eye can see level green
| expanse stretches ike velvet carpet.
| Tar on TO the right the dark Spine
waters crested with foamy pillows lie
silent. and placid. The silence ~
| Intense. siumber sim reigns' ~
I SLOWLY dowr. the mountains the purple
| shado,ys are fleeing before the conquer
- - tha Morning sun. The flrEt