The daily morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1883-1899, 1896-05-01
TINE FATHER or THE roRpgr


Hardly thou count'Ht them long ago.
The warning faiths the Wayerlng land,
The HnngtIlna nky's dolifiouH glow
And cranmerH' scorohsd. upliftcd hand
Walled not the woods their task OF
shame.
Doomed TO provide the insenHAts flame :
Mourned not the rpmoring winds when
she,
The sweet queen of tragic hour.
Crowned with her anow.whito memory
The crifnson legend OF tho Tower
or whom thousand witcherisa lay
FeIled with one stroke AZ fothsringay1
Al. thou hast heard the iron tread
And ciRng Of many an nrmored age.
And well rccall'nt the famous iced:
Captains or oounpollorS. brave or sage.
Kings that ON kings their myriads hurled.
Ladies' whose smiles ofnbrollod the world,
Remembered thou tho perfect knight.
The soldier. couriier. bard In one,
Sidney. that penalvs Hssp@r'ligh
O'er chivnlry's departed sum
Knewst thou the virtue. aweetnrsr. lore
Whose nobly hapleHH name Was More9
The royAirrlpg prince that Afterwhrd
nclicd his madcap youth and proved
A greatly simple warrior lord.
Such as our warrior fathers loved
Lives he not stun for shakespeare hrRi
The lnHt Of our adventnrsr kings.
or him. the footprints ~ whose power
Made mightiar whom he overthrow
A man built like mountain tower,
A fortress of heroic thcw;
The conquoror. In our soil who Hci
This stem Of knlghthoot towering yet
what years are thine. not mine TO gueSs'
The stars look youthful. thou being by.
Youthful the suns Rlad .hnnrtedness.
witlcHS OF time, the unuging sky
And these ditnsgrupinR roots around
No deep human Past ars wound.
Nay, hid by thee from Summers ghEe
That aeea IN vain this couch Of loan
I should behold. without amaze.
camped on yon down the hosts OF
Rome.
Nor start though English woodlands
heard
The sclf-same mandatory word.
"A by the catAraeth Of the Nile
Mhrrhaled tho legionH long ago.
or whore the lakes are one blue smile
Meath pageants OF Helyciian snow.
or mid the Syrian sands that lie
Sick OF the Days great fearless eye.
Was IL tho wind befoolinR me
with ancient echoes as ! lRyI
Was Il the ante fAn,aAY
WhbAe eivish moekeries cheat the day
Surely hollow murmur stole
From wiSard bough and Shostly hoe,
who pirates 10 me Of arms and kings.
Hero In these courts OF old rcpose?
Thy habble IL OF transient things,
nrolla and the dust Of foolish blows.
The sounding annals arc NJ best
The witness Of worlds unrest
"Goodly the ostents are TO thee.
And pomps Of time. 10 me- more sweet
Tho vtRils of Eternity:
And silence patient at my feet,
And dreams beyond the deadening range
And duh m"notonics OF Change
"0ftcn an air comes ldlinG by
with news Of cities and or men.
I hear a multltudlnous sagh
Aud inpRe into my souf again.
Shall her great Moons and sunsets he
Injured with thine iffelicity7
Now from these veins tie strength o,
old.
The warmth and lust Of life depart:
FUN OF mortality. behold
Tho cavern that was once my heartl
AZ With blind arm. In season due,
Iti the aerial woodman hew.
"For not though mightiest mortals fall.
Fhe starry chariot hangs delayed;
His axle Is urieooied nor shall
Tho thunder OF his wheels be ttAyed
A chanseless pace HIS coursers keen,
And halt not a. the walls OF sleep,
The South sAaif bless, the last shall
blight.
The red rose OF fhe Dawn shall blow.
The milllon.lilied stteam OF Night
Wide In ethereal meadows now:
And Autumn mourn. ana everything
Dance to the wild pipe @ the Spring,
with oceans Needless round her feet.
And the indifferent heaven above.
Earth shall the ancient tale repeat
OF wars and tears and death and love.
And. wiser from the foolish Past.
Shall peradventurc hail at last
THE advent OF that morn divine.
When nations may as forests grow
the oak hates not the pine
Nor hecohes wish the cedar woe
But ALL In their unlikeliuess, blend
Confederate 10 one golden end.
Beauty. tho Vision whereunto,
In iov with paintings. from afar.
sound and odor form md hue,
And mind and clay. and worm and
star
Now touching goal now backward
hurled
Folls the indomItable world"