Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-03-09
No Heaven For Brutes.

No Heaven For Brutes.
"No heaven for brutes!" You fancy that ia
clear.
Then let us make heaven for them here.
II immortality Ia thus denied
To any beast beyond the Stygan tide,
Then all the more incumbent doth it seem
To make their earthly HE happy dream.
To he horse is not to even know
One is "a horse, - but Just to daily grow
From frisky colthood to the proud estate
OF the tall steed that bears his masters weight.
To be horse may either be to bear
Curses and loads and blows with meekest cir,
Or it may be to feel a happy sense
OF serving gladly mans intelligence,
Eager all times to serve his owners end
And feel that godlike man is even his friend
No, the poor animal may never trace
His line as we our prehistoric race.
But, ah, how well he weighs our every tone,
Checked by Il whisper, startled by "a moanl
None like our patient, plodding servant knows
So well the difference 'twixt caress and blows.
The meaning of a cold or cozy stall
Is misery or comfort; that is all.
Not every mouth is suited with its bit:
Not all the food that $ thrown to beasts is fit.
If Pegasus were CALLED or starved i'll ration,
He'd bear no bards to mounts Of inspiration.
Kick Rover out of doors, neglect to bone him,
He'll fawn on strangers, growl at those who
own him.
No brutes in heavenl Well, then, so let it be.
The human animal must needs agree,
Though wondering at the love that takes his
soul,
All marred with sin, to the eternal goal,
And yet denies the patient slave in reins
Chance to dlsport on those Elysian plains.
Mayhap to rest is best for weary horses:
Mayhap among those far celestial forces
And high delights we shall not miss pet
Nor ever eve for a lost SteeQ be wet
But if it be the seers may be mistaken.
II noble quadrupeds in heaven may waken;
If, too, like Balaam's beast, their speech re-
gained,
They tell when we have petted them or panied,
Wen not regret the days we gave their fill
OF goodly oats or helped them up hill.
Resting with higher power if shall survive
The beasts he made in beauteous forms alive,
yet declare that if do not change
! still should seek them ON that higher range
OF life revived, should feel my eyes o'erfll
AT whinnied greeting from some heavenly hill,
Or some lost collie. faithful to the end,
Waggng welcome to his earthly friend.
Charles II. Crandall in Boston TRANSCRIPT
Backgrounds.
She sat before an easel, with her head tipped
lightly, SO,
A pantbrush in her fingers idly trailing to
and fro.
| stood quite close beside her. with wildly
beating heart,
And praised with reckless ardor her proficiency
in art
How sweet she was and dainty! How loved
herl declare
1t seemed to men other girl could be one
half so fair
AS she sat there, leaning forward in the grace
fullest Of poses.
And deftly put the background in plaque Of
yellow roses.
All, that was many years agol Dear grill love
her still
love her smiles and dimples and admire the
wondrous skill
OF her dainty, snowy fingers! I've been watch
ing them tonight
Move to and fro above the work she's holding
to the light.
And then that other happy day my rowing
fancy seeks
As she deftly puts background into little
Jimmie's breeks.
Pearson . Weekly