The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1896-11-27
DE PROFUNDLS.
MARVEL LUTER HILL.

closed my Office for a holiday;
1t was Thanksgiving AID my neighbols said
We should observe it; axe a little play,
Disdain such common things as milk and bread
And feast ourselves on turkey and mince pies.
I silently assened while the signs
could not cho &c came shuddering from my breast
Why should 1 care for holidays or rest
Ny youth was vanished and my hopes were dead
1 wandered forth alone to seek the peace
Found only where mems voices are not heard
Where Nature gives the tired heart sarcease
From worldly cares, and all the soul is stirred
With finer things we cannot see but feel.
And, full of love and praise, we long to kneei
And pour our souls out to an unseen God.
New life comes to us from the very sod.
And we rejoice with every singing bird
Bat somehow the old spell would not return.
My thoughts were gloomy and my heart seemed
dead,
A cold and joyless thing that would not barn
For promise of a recompense. Instead
1t rose rebellious wailing for the past,
Recalling every JOY aud holding fast
To golden memories that for Tong had slept
They were too sad to waken and they wept
At being cheated of their dreamless rest
Which brought forgetfulness. So were it best
But this my foolish heart would not discern.
In vain listened to the brooks low song;
1t would not babble Of its gladstone ways
But kept on murmuring Of my own deep wrong,
And all the bliss Of other, brighter days.
heard bird and cried, "You little fooli
You may be dead and weltering in pool
OF your own blood before another hour"
Then STOPPING down / plucked late wild flower
And pitied it that it had lived so long.
Should rejoice that twas my lot to live
To see my hopes die like the autumn leaves?
It was my fate 70 love; could but give
My best TO others. Now my spirit grievss
BeeSuse they scoIned my gift nor would descend
To thanks. I loved too we'll to keep friend.
Ny faded youth--ah that was bright at least
Then was merry at the darco-the feas'j
And there were those who loves ne fondly, then;
But they long since have left the haunts Of
Aud onl II do their emile rnemori live.
Twas thus / unused as sadly wandering
About the quiet wood but not alone
throng Of gentle spirits came to bring
Joys meier forgotten that were oGce my own.
''In all the world, y sighed 'there is no good"
And then burst Of laughter in the wood
caused me to stop and glance round in amaze
Almost expecting to see gnomes AMI fays
And near the wood with fairy mueie ring.
Twas only children coming ont to play
Their happy voices made pleasant sound,
They climbed the hickory trees and merTily
Shook loose the nuts that ratified to the ground.
Then filed their baskets, chattering the while
Like very squirrels till could but smile,
when all their tasks were done they formed ring
And, slowly keeping time, began 70 ing
Making oil The deep aud leaaess wood resound,
o, childhood IN whose deep and dreamy eyes
Hope finds her oracle It's for you we pray
You are the world elixer men are wise
But you do deeds l.r nobllr every day.
LIES dIsappointments, al III. care and pain
Rolled of aud left me young and glad again.
Ny dark, nuthankfnl mood brought tears Of shame
And with q merry shout joined the oame.
Since then + We been a boy in disguise.
BOLIVAR, TgSNEssEE, Nov. %, 1896.