Santa Fe daily New Mexican., 1895-06-12


But when the blow falls then our hearts are
still,
Not that the pain is of its sharpness shorn,
But that 1t can be borne.
We wind our life about another life;
We hold it closer, dearer than our own.
Anon it faints and fails in deathly strife,
Leaving us stunned and stricken and alone.
But, ah, we do not die with those we mourn
Tbs also can be borne
Behold, we live through all things-famine,
thirst,
Bereavement, pain. all grief and misery,
All woe and sorrow. Life inficts its worst
On soul and body, but we cannot die,
Though we be sick and tired and faint and
worn.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
MY Grandfather's Orchard.
My grandfather's orchard! All, would could
As when in my childhood climbed its dear
And tasted its treasures SO fragrant and lus-
cious
And fitted each fancy to certainly please.
In springtime its branches with flowers were
And promised each palate exactly to suit
When old Time had wrought, with his wonder
full magic,
The strange transformation from flower ia
fruit.
The yellow June eatings SO mellow and juicy
The redstreaks, SO pungently acid, for pies;
Seek-no-furthers and russets and pearmaina
and greetings,
Spice sweetings and spies in memory prize.
Each name calls up visions both pleasant and
tender
OF scenes that forever have passed from my
sight;
OF fair summer days and long evenings Of
winter,
/ OF tasks done by day and Of frolics by night.
In autumn we gathered the apples with glad
And stored them In boxes and barrels away.
We buried our teeth in their fresh juicy crisp.
ness
And thought the fruit harvest was nothing
but play.
Dear treesl That they loved us we never could
They ministered both to our fancies and
needs;
Their beauty rejoiced us; we ate Of their ap.
pies;
Our fortunes we told with the parings and
seeds.
Hesperides' gardens could not have been fairer
Nor sweeter to taste their famed apples oi
gold.
Fond love grants charm to whatever it
touches
That safe from times whitening breath doth
infold.
30 grows in my heart my loved grandfather
orchard,
With blossoms and fruits ever fragrant and
gay,
While birds In the branches are caroling sweet
ly.
And beneath. them are children forever at
play.
Sylvia M. Farnum
The Lighthouse At Macao, China.
White obelisk upon the hill,
Which faces river, gulf and sea,
Embowered by blossoms, sweet and still,
Thou art monument to me
:. OF ancient power and majesty.
By thee in long forgotten days
The galleons Of the Indians steered,
And in thy silver sparkling bays
The Portuguese armades veered,
By heroes manned, by heroes cheered.
The Dutch and English buccaneers
Smiled through their curses at thy light,
And pirates in those savage years
Beheld, dismayed, thy radiance bright
Rob all the terrors from the night.
vasco da Cana saw thy rays,
Near the Camoens found his rest,
And there, as IL to crown his days,
st. Francis Xavier, the blest,
Brought Christ's sweet teachings from the
west
The peaceful junks and fishing boat
Are all that time has left to thee,
And thou in pathos dost denote
Thy slender, stately self to be
Only monument to me.
-Margherita Arlina Hamm.
Chaucer's Advice.
Written about 1890. Modernized 1921
Fly thou the crowd and live in honesty.
Hoarding breeds hate Who climbs must
risk fall.
Ambition feedeth envy. do thou be
Content with what is thine, though II b
SMALL
Not craving all thou seest Wealth dazzles
all.
Watch thine own steps, thou so alert to see
Anothers slip, and truth shall make thee free.
Strive not in vain the crooked to make straight,
But trust to time, that bringeth round the
right.
There is much peace for him who learns to
wait,
Nor idly RACES gainst Overwhelming might,
But bides the law that Justly doth requite.
Judge thine own deeds as others-thou shalt
see
Beyond all doubt the truth shall make thee
free.
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Who wrestles with the world must catch
This earthly life for no long home is meant.
Tis but pilgrimage. Forth, beast, from
stall;
Look up on high and thank the Lord Of all.
Conquer thyself. thy conscience ruling thee,
And never doubt that truth shall make thee
free.
Friends Intelligencer and journal.
Unconquered.
However strong and skilled art thou. my foe,
However fierce is thy relentless hate,
Though firm thy hand and sure thy aim and
straight
Thy poisoned arrows leave the bended bow
To pierce the target Of my heart, ah, know
am the master yet Of my own fate.
Thou canst not rob me of my chief estate
Though fortune fame and friends-yea, love-
shall 60.
Not to the dust shall my true self be hurled,
Nor shall meet thy worst assaults dismayed.
When all things in the balance are well
weighed,
There IL but one great danger in the world
Thou cailst not force my soul to wish thee ILL
There only lies the evil that can kill
To Give or to Take.
hold him great who for loves sake
Can give with generous. earnest will
Yet he who takes for loves sweet sake
think hold more generous still.
bow before the noble mind
That freely some great wrong forgives,
Yet nobler Is the one forgiven
Who bears that burden well and lives.
Adelaide Proctor.
A Souls Value.
We're the world one chrysolite,