Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-04-11
SATURDAY SALAD.
0 the Editor of the New Mexican.

Santa Fe, April 10,-The poet who COM
mitted the following effusion is entirely
protected by law, as he went to the office
of the city marshal and took out license
for thirty days, so that, if Badly chances
to be on land grant and not public do
main, it will be useless for any Of the
grant claimants to institute an action of
tres pass against him.
LINES TO BALDY.
Ah,there Badly! Pears to me the poets give
Thee little rest of late Thy lofty dome
That cleaves the misty pillows in the sea
Of air above us, and serenely basks
In sunshine clear and cheering wakes the
muse
To action and the poets pen inspires.
stimulates the fond Imagination
OF the rising bards.
/, too, would sing to thee
And dedicate an ode, with heart sincere,
To thy bald brow so grand, unavoidable.
Thy meaning. Thou, with cheek as massive
Undesirable as that of our beloved
Delegate to Congress. Cliffs and canons,
Rugged, cherries, sunkiSsed, moonkissed.
starkissed!
Pal me their Instability.
Cleft and cloven, rift and riven rupture
Yawn upon thy barren desolation,
And, athwart thy neither side, an aspen patch
Serenely rests like some gigantic liver
Pad, the Gods have kindly placed upon thee
To relieve the pain the bard's effusions
Doubtless give thee, Badly bald, nom hirsute
Bear me, Pegasus, upon thy winged wings
And place me gently on the topmost rock
Of that great pinnacle. oh, let me from
That brow chaotic rest my gaze upon
The plains cayotic far below thee, and
In dreams and visions, hopeful and ecstatic,
Muse upon thy mysteries and listen
TO tho songhing of the south wind murmur-
ing
Whispering, blowing through thy whiskers
pinOn
Whiskers. down the slope, below the other
Slope unwhisSerable and unwhiskered.
Sing not of the void to me, nor meadow
Daisies. Vainly beat the waves OF ocean,
Vainly sweep the sand storms cross Sahara
They cannot inspire me. Thou alone can's'
bring
To me the real divine affiatrs which
Has erstwhile stole upon me like the dauk
Malaria steals upon the jay who settles
On the river side.
Once dreamed of thee,
Thou piebald mountain. as bald of upper
Crust as pumpkin pie. | woke the neighbor-
| In one mild chase and scramble up and down
| Thy slol ing slopes astride bob tailed night.
Wild, unbridled mare with nostrils fiery,
| Snorting, snortions and quite snortable.
Twisted in thy icy name my fingers
Quire dangable were hung, and thus spoke
Oh Badly of the Rockies! Oh, Badly bald!
| bawled. Perchance more had spoke OF
But fond and loving wife did swat me
With bed Stat, rudely, rnthlessly alas,
And onward sped the bobtailed mare alone.
Oh, Muse! Desert me not this night thus
Cheer me onward till my soul shall purr with
! Peace as gentle and serene as Democratic
harmony!
Thou massive mass of
Lavic belehings, quite transmogritied,
Thy base and trembles at the roar Of winter:
Storms above him, tucks his headlet neatl
his Il
Winglet and awaits the cheering rays of
Springtime.
Melts thesnowdrift; blooms the daisy
| Upward crawls the snowline; milder breeze
Greet the little sparrow. and his love-song
Bendeth with the ripping music of the
Snow-fed rills that trickle down thy
Bald expanse of Uranium, as ran the
Precipitation erst the honest cheeks adown
Of sturdy plowmen toiling in Missouri
Ere they thought thy classic shadesto see an
Hold fat office in the land of Montezuma!
Scars the sparrow upward with tn
Mellow breezes from the golden plains that
Catch the warm rays of the sunshine, and h
Sees the snowcap fade away completely.
Then he perches on the topmOst boulder
Of thy crown, Old Badly and congratu-
Lates himself upon the victory he hath
GQlneQ or winter, ana lmaSlneS ne natn
Forced tn storm fend thus to flee before hin
Chirps his little throat in song of exultatioI
Fo the world il his; he gaZes
Down upon it as serene and calmly
As the knis hit who saved Ohio, and who
Likewise chirps the world is his, for he did
Chase the SHOWS from noble Mount McKinle.
oh thou mighty sentinel, thus standing
Der the Town of Holy Faith thy vigil
Keepeth day and night, and night and da
and
Likewise other days and nights, and hat
kept
Thus from ages when Time was younger,
Hear me sing my ode, as tuneful as the
Dirge that sings the brave of old Tesuque
AS he harps upon his G-string minor.
May not the early rays of many dawnings
Gid thy brow, nor many shades of even
Cross thy gloomy mons and enshrOud the
Till thy humble worshipers below thee
May their heads in triumph raise, and, shou
ing
Cry: 1.-The land is free! The money power
Broken! Silver, silver gained the struggle
And we now may see the trades reviving
And the country. our beloved country,
Pressing forward with new life and purpOs
"All her noble sons rejoicing for her,
welcoming the dawn of better times again
Then would proudly mount thy rocky sun
nit
Watch the eagles cycling round above tn,
And rejoice that we once more were worth
To display the emblem OF our country!
L.