The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1895-07-18


There's blue and tender sky
Bending fields that lie
Smiling bright beneath the starlight or the noon
And the wild rose breath Is sweet,
'Mong tile pillows of the wheat.
And It's oh. to be In Kansas now lis June
Juno is herei" the red birds sing.
Till the blending orchards ring,
Till the reapers catch aud trilI the gladstone tune;
June. sweet June" the waters say,
AS the grasses stems they sway.
And ah me, for sunny Kansas now It's Juae
o the harvest turning gold
In the cornhusks' silken foidI
the promise of the orchards. gracious boon
o the shadows still and deep,
Where tits sweet To dream, to sleep,
'Moug the clover in fair Kansas, now tits June
Mighty city, what hast thou
To detnip, to sway me now!
Though thy Turing charms be round me thickly
strewu;
Nay. how canst thou these compare
With the res the balmy air.
or the country. in my Kansas now Ills Junel
HATTIE HoRNER.
Kansas should be proud of this tribute in
dainty meter, from the pen of one of its women.
1t is unusually graceful verse and charming
description.
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On Summer moonlight, mono but Shelley can
do justice to the beauty of the skies. In his
poem, 1.-The Cloud" there is ono stanza of
particular beauty:
THAT orbed mniden with white fire laden.
Whom mortals call the moon.
Goes gmmering DER my heeee-like floor,
BY the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the wool of my tents thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer
And laugh 10 see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees.
When / widen the rent in my wind-built tent
Till the calm rivers, lakes. and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these"
The rest of "Ths Cloud " is beautiful, full Of
dainty imaginings and graceful phrases.
In the 4" Merchant OF Venice" there ia an
other exquisite bit of word-painting. describ-
ing Summer night, when the moon shines
bright" and 1.-The sweet wind did gently kiss
the treesn:
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this banki
Here will We sit and let the sounds of music
Creep In our ears soft stiffness, and the night,
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessca; look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with pattines OF bright gold:
There's not the smallest orb which thou beholdss
But in his motion like angel sings.
Still quring to the young eyed cherubims:
Such harmony Is In immortal souls"
While we are with the poets, here is the wall
of the heroine, and that she is justified ia her
plea all readers will certify.
PLANT OF THE HEROINE OF FICTION.
once had lovely golden hair,
Or raven har-Bo matter which
was rs good and sweet and fair
AS any angel In a niche.
Or. IL did a little wrong,
Ii TO prove me human still;
My feelings were extremely strong
But had disciplined my will.
A change has come--and what n changed
With awful problems am vexed.
From crime to crime ! reckless range,
know not what will happen next.
From frantic woe to frantic bliss.
From frantic wrath to frantic glee-
never wished TO be like thi5t
can't make out what's come to mel
Gone my gayety and cheer,
Gone is my hero bold aud true;
In my bysterical
very often long for you'll
Now me. all other woes above,
My bitter destiny compels
To wed Il man do not love.
Then fall in love with some one else.
Yet me how would you recognize
Hero, il you met Inc now?
What scorn would Tighten from your eyes
And corrugate your manly browl
The modern hero have found.
Upon the whole. do not like;
He's either stupid or unsound,
And if L were not worse I'd strike.
But am worse-I neve- guessed
How bad could be till tried,
Compelled too often TO arrest
My headonG course by suicide,
And though cease from guilt and slang,
4 fresh Teprevc fain would beg
For other authors seem 10 hang
Theories like peg.
All, yet long little share
OF happiness aud love to find;
Again would be gay and fair,
Loyal, and chivalrous, and kindi
Ali do not bid me rant and rave,
Ahl do not bid me preach and bore:
Give back my Hero, true and brave,
Whom | shall love forever more.
May Kendall in LohgnpGis'S Mdgazine.
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