The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1895-06-14
CLASS DAY.
Continued from Page IL

and the home of the brave, let us cherish
the memory of him who pointed our
path, the simple, bold, free Teuton.
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Mr.. Bowen X. Church.
Poem, "Summer Thoughts. "..............
CLASS POEM.
BY the class poet. Dallashore Sharpe.
SUMNER THOUGHTS.
Beneath a willow. on green banks
Grown up with reeds and ranks
OF tall grass spears and meadow sweet,
lie alone. and all unseen,
Upon "A soft moss bod OF green,
Who're meadow, stream and river meet.
The morning light breaks through the bars.
Across the window OF my CELL
And wakes n million morning stars
On willow leaf and asphodel.
The winds awake, and all the throng
OF happy birds and laughing leaves
With ripppling river join in song.
And blend their voice with the breeze.
And from the elder blossoms white
And poppy seas that flame and burn,
The blue flags with their banners bright,
And from the violet meath the fern
in clouds of song and perfume rise,
The earth's glad greeting to the skies.
il.
Heaving billows OF blue grass roll
Across the hills TO the meadowy bay;
They sweep DER the golden buttercups' shoai,
And break at my feet into violet spray.
And down the hill through fringe of roses.
hear the purl of the chatting stream;
1t laughs, and IL sparkles, and onward flows,
Like happy girl on a summer dream.
Now through the bridge the bright waves
turn,
And over the ford where the cattle wait
But they linger and stop in the shade of the
fern,
And broader and deeper, and hesitate
Slowly and softly on they flow.
Through the misty leagues of the meadow
wide,
Cropping their way. as the tall reeds show
The path TO the rivers tide.
j feel the cool breeze Of the sea,
The cloudy snils are set on high,
And fancy from their moorings free
Speeds through the spaces of the sky.
So all that happy day,
From strife OF men l stole away.
Bending the wild reeds to my ear,
Without, within, afar and near.
i heard the murmuring music say:
Beautiful old world,
And vert thou made for mep
May claim this violet for my ownt
Must share IL with the beef
We're there no lovers for the rose,
No tender tales Of woe,
Before the first fair maiden heard
The tale all maidens knowY
Tho clarion tones from yonder spire,
Through mellowed distance faint hear
'Twss yestor eve that Homer's Tyre
Moved TO tho dance and drew the tearp
These whispering voices OF the reeds,
Are they no longer heard by PAM
The music of the mystic meads
Has fed before the scythe OF manp
No change with thee, old world, we find,
We hear the same mysterious tone
That lulled our very primal kind,
In time of eld, in age unknown.
III only life were more than form,
Our heavy hearts were more than clods,
We still might pass within the grove.
And cross threshold Of the gods.
VI.
Beautiful old world,
How large thou art. and freel
Free with thy life and love TO give
That the river flow, the bind-worm live,
And more than all TO mo.
And large thou art. brave world, although
The few who wander far and wide
With restless soul unsatished,
Will seek, but never find thee 80.
Too small indeed for love to weigh
With service; too small to play
The prison 10 our souls or bind
The powers of this human mind