The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1897-12-10
WAILUANUI, MAUI.
written for the Advertiser and
GaZette.)

Oh, we who battle in the city's Strife
Amid the strident roar of mart and
chang,
Watching with ardent eyes how
prices range;
All We. whose busy working hours of
life
Are filled with conflict in the human
hive.
Where all your hope and comfort
you derive
By driving bargains; and the chink of
gold
| Is music in your ears: will wealth
untold
Compensate your for all the feverish
Or stocks or shares increased on hun
dred fold
And toll within the city's crowded
ways?
| off the dust
! OF city highways from your feet
And follow me into some far retreat
Among the hills of Maui, where the
rust
And canker of the fevered fretful
hours
Shall buried be in wilderness of
flowers;
And the hoarse murmur of the surging
crowd
Is heard no more beneath the swaying
| cloud,
That wraps the mountain in fieecy
shroud,
| While far below the never resting
| sea
Sings to the shore it's ceaseless
melody.
Hear We the music of the ripping
streams
Carving their shining pathway
through the woods;
Filling with harmony the solitude
OF bounteous forest, where the beams
Of sunlight streaming from the
cloudless blue
In scarcely slanting lines, are filtered
through
The may network of the trembling
OF long vines creeping in the forest
caves:
Weaves
It's festoons swinging to drowsy
tune,
heart of noon.
The tall bananas wave their tattered
flags
In the far hollows of the deep ravine
And modest ferns drape with emerald
sheen
The carved and splintered faces OF
the crags
Left as memorials, when hill and
plain
Were scourged with torture of a
frey rain,
IT'S passing sweet to muse through
drowsy hours
In the green twilight of the wood.
land bowers,
Lit by the gold of the hibiscus
flowers,
And lustrous blooms that from the
rafters swing
Where hidden MINISTRIES of the fores
sing.
Tie rocks and boulders by the careful
moss
Are prankt with arabesques Of ten
der green,
Woven with yellow threads Of COLDER
sheen
And carmine patches, and the waters
toss
To thirsty plants the drops that
drip like dew
| eel ~ oh a II
and hue.
Far wandering winds In low sweet
whisperings
Steal through the copes, and on pill
fering wings
Bear balmy odours; all the woodland
rings
With elfland music, and all thing
rejoice
For every tree and stream has fount
q voice.
Thin mists and wells of vapor blot TIT
sides
OF deep ravines and far unfootet
dell
Where the ohia and orange dwell
And pure and undefied the streamle
glides
Through tangled underwoods AM
dewy meads
Humming it's melodies through
quavering reeds,
Or leaps in silver cataracts down thu
sleeps
Into the purpled shadows of the deeps-
Whorls in shining pools, then calml,
sleeps,
While deep within it lie as in
glass
The shimmering leaves, the blossom
and the grass.
All day I've lain and listened to tn
song,
When soft wind fingers struck tn
woodland Tyre,
|. And birds, and rivers joined tn
charmed choir,
Until the shadows of the hills grey
long,
And all the west was streaked wit
golden bars,
And shafts of fame ascending t
the stars.
Though this bright vale / never NOR
may know
Nor see it's woods with blossoms al
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