The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1895-07-27
II HOME OF ART.

THE HOME OF ART.
On the banks OF q river
Where noble cliffs rise,
And the forest trees whisper
While echo replica,
Where green willows bend
To the cool dimpiing water,
And wild blue.bells sway
As II dancing In laughter.
A fair city sleeps
On the cliff by the river,
Its tall spires reach high
Where bright moonbeams culver,
ISs sweet scented flowers
With tired heads dropping,
Are swayed by the breeze
Into ~fanciful grouping.
The leaves In the moonlight
Cast Pickering shadows,
Aud sing q sweet song
OF daisy decked meadows.
All nature seems hushed
In q deep voiceless dreaming,
And through vine covered boughs
The moonbeams are cleaning.
When bark! In the distance
Rare music comes floating,
The fair muses. nine
On the river are floating.
Nearer and nearer
The banks are they rowing,
Sweeter and sweeter
The weird music growing.
Till with music and song
On the shore, spring they dancing,
And mystified eyes
Through the copses are glancing.
Hand Joined In hand
They upward 90 climbing,
Their voices still mingled
10 musical rhyming.
At last on the heights
Where the city lay sleeping,
They stood, and gazed toward her,
But stilied was her greetingi
Then out from the ranks
OF the muses. tread slowly
Two sisters. hands outstretched,
In blessing the lowly.
Music aud Art
Twin sisters 10 duty,
With light touch OF wand
Woke mortals to beauty.
Music played on the heart.strings
With vibrating sweetness,
Art painted all nature
With an arm winged with neetness.
When the sun from his home
In the east came advancing,
He gazed on q city
OF beauty eutrancing.
Swallows fioated and twirled
In mid-air suspending,
Der turrets and towers
And beltrys uneuding.
Colleges rose from
The heart of the city,
Academy's towers in
Sanray's CLEANED bright.
Aud here and there
The churches and mansions,
From green lawns and flowers
Stood forth In the light.
Art stood sntrauced
With opallette brushes,
As every new beauty.
Appealed to her view.
Aud trees swayed about
And rustled their branches,
As II with rejoicing
Their strength they renew.
She stands on q bridge
OF rustic, aud gaxes,
Below on the moss covered rocks-
Sylvan dells.
She raises her eyes
And loi In the distance,
The tree powered cliffs,
And great rivers swelis.
Turning again
Her steps she ~retraces,
Till standing she looks
On o clear bubbling stream
And quickly she paints
On her canvas, Q picture
OF waterfall hillside
And rock -circled spring.
Onward, still onward
With pleasure enraptured,
She treads DER the pathway
Wrapped mortals have trod.
Till pausing surprised
On the brink At the cliffs-top
She sinks In content
On the flower strewn sod.
Oh Joy! Oh rapture!
Oh wonderful vision!
The far reaching landscape
That burst on her sight,
Young Art, with all her
Widest imagining,
Could paint all its beauty
In the dawning Of light.
But where are the sisters
The e et-fOoted musesf
Architecture, sculpture,
Ana poetic rhyme.
Ihey have wandered, perhaps,
hnt fair giits and rich trophies,
Ihsy nave iei. 10 our iand
To be garnered by time.
In our midst are the sisters,
1uIo Ais ano ,ovou Music
Dest sues.s W ouI nones
are THESE sWees muses. rare.
Eo naore WI. sney ny
n Do .nn suu .nu,i enoos'"s'
~ nuI uweli ueIo '
10 ign'eh ouF cafe'
III ,.,r,