The record-union., 1894-10-31

The tower-house near it, DER which creaked
The toiling wheel, that veered and whirled-
Ihe coquette Of windy world
beyohu, and hidden from our sight
BY sentinel rows of locust trees
Inc buHkhouse sat. ''But il you please"
Inc Vlneyardist said, for this one night
10, roull sleep within the big barns lott,
Inc bunk room is not ready quite"
AS well, We ans wered cheerIly.
e care not where our beds may be,
a stone, Tonight, sir, would be soft!'
There is spirit which no man
Can dodge Tor long, which grim and fleet
bolh ever by some wOnd'rouS plan
" ertake him With foOi's defeat,
though with loud voice and ordering hands
Its presence nom him he commands,
though with faint heart and halEsobped plea:
lie supplicants from beuded knees,
Stern as an everlasting rock
II stays to sneer, and pluck. and mock,
Nor leaves Til lIfes faint sun doth set
Or what IL asks tor il doth get
we'd met this spirit e'er the sun
Had towards his setting half begun,
But Tor SUFFICIENT reason we
Had put IL OF until the night,
When through the shade-trees cheerily
Burst on our view the rancher's light.
So gladly then did we obey
The summons TO The rancnman's board;
Where, seated round III iine array,
An ample justice did we pay
To what the table could AFFORD.
And then, when by such arts as these
The Spirit. Hunger, knew appease,
The Vlneyardist his lantern lit
And calling, bade us follow it
10 where, within the dark halfhid,
The barn rose like pyramid!
brush-heap is as Softest down
Wnen Wear1neSS doth lie thereon;
AND nlnty stones the way beside
Lave oft been known TO well provide
pillow Tor some weary soul,
VINO, meeting night before his goal
A aDl taN to tnpt
KIND rest upon an unkind ground
And thus within the barns high loft
We found, that night, a bed as soft
AS heart could wish, although not made
OF roses petal, nor OF blade
from meadow-land; not yet of rush
From unnamed Nides; but OF the prush
VI That nerce weed naught may cajoIe-
Alfalfa OF uncofdlal soul!
but little cared we when we spread
our blankets tor the longed-for bed,
III 1t dissembleu half enough
TO make our sleepng-place less rough
Then was its wont. We only blessed
Our fortune for a chance TO rest
AND thankful That no ill-fate kept
Sweet sleep away, We turned anu slept
But eer we closed our weary eyes
We heard fulI many sounu about;
A half-Waked rooster chuckled out
NaSne eXclamatonS OF surprise
AS III the shadowed lott shout
from some thofned Vagrant did arise.
We heafd The kline alf-plaintlve signs,
ana upward from the horses stalls
Came cosy sound OF champing laws
" here. busy with their grain and hay,
Man noble servants ate away:
or oft Within the dark would pause
And seem to stare at unseen walls
Or listen TO unheard footballs
And question with a low-toned neigh.
o, place US mid the rural noise
1hat hedged Us round wnen we were BOYS
How QUICK returns Youths golden tide!
how small the life in circle wide!
HOW poor tames yaunted wreaths beside!
Sweet as the Song-sown summer breeze
FROM waving meadow-lands brought up
Where 10 old days the cheerful bees
Drink from the primitive buttercup
The rustic sounds we heard that night
As of with Daphne we took flight.
An, seemed they more TO us by far
Than all Fame's worldly spleudors are