The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1898-05-15
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,ds - ~ "ouid seen
, u"u more but recent ~
,il',e nome among the oscvs,s 4.
ne iived and loved and VIVA
to inspire one anew wiz -
true poet. G
II is a very humble nth. al
prov OF a pretty hill near 3, \.
grsta. A winding, Glow.
leaas through sweet fields M
where grow the flowers ~
anu ..,, over the tiny front pcrA !.
yellow jessaminc vine ~
pretty length far over the ,,,.s,''
Inside the house is Just \. n !:
1t. On the library table q, I.
ihkstand that he last used ~
room his slippers and arm. ,s..
await his return. Eyervw..
reminder Of the true and -,
OF him whose long presencs hs
have left some part of his
every flower, every book. cvety h.
Whlch he was associated,
Mr.. Hayne was by birth Z a..
ana In that cultured city M ~.
Of its fairest daughters. HI 1l
career was billiant one IN,
OF the civil war swept a,yav W Ky, -
Charleston home, with lie yals,s.
ana, his health being greatly s ,sn
sought quiet retreat in III nv
Georgia. In this simple AZ.
quiet and peaceful life. with ".
only child. 80 ~
OF his library here be wrot,,
This is my world! Within ~.
walls,
l own princely service: tho y,
And tumult of our frenzied III !.
But as ghost and echo; wbs, NJ w
In the far mart. to me 4 IN
naught-"
The last years of his life w, z.
cultivating the mind Of his - "
III. Hayne. whose verses in freor.
zines show the result Of III
fathers training. besides soma s,iss
ent. Mrs. Hayne was a swset M
woman, and one can not wond,, n
secluded home was world ~
them.
Mr.. Hayne called his homs "0n.
and many of his poems coutah
ments of love for It's peacehl \
Truly he could have found no non
spot than this pine clad bill Avn,
the busting, busy world!
"The pines, like priestly wstsAm
and grim,
Stand mute against the pensiye a
dim.
Breathless to hail the advent 1 |
moon"
And over this solitary cottan
stately watchers seem to sing a
requiem in their mournful. rhythmic :
Down the hill there, the whits vlta
resting on the green pond lit thef
as If to speak the poets wofds,
"View us, white-robed lillea
We whose beauty's rareneu
Sleeps until the bridegroom - !
Wakes our virgin fairness!"
There Is scarcely a flower 10 ht =
that has not inspired him to sl1g
sweet strain, and even now eera
blossom seems to bear though 4 |
There is no better example OF W
Of sentiment than these lines:
"Yet I would rather, In the outxul
OF Songs immortal temple LAY "
A beggar basl1ing by that ridiant
Than bend beneath the haugn1A
pire's crown!"
Mr.. Haynes last published -
Face to Face" than which tntH
be no better testimony Of his hss,
mind and his faith IN the besauH
You'd.
FACE TO FACE.
Sad mortal. couldst thou but n
What truly it means 10 die,
The wing of thy soul would GLOW
And the hope of thy heart beat n'n Il
In a kingdom OF storniless bfelh
| gaze on the glory Of love
In the unveiled face OF Deatn'
tell thee, his face is fair
AS the moon-b bows amber rlnH
And the CLEAN Of his upbouno neI
Like the flash of Thousand ~
His smile is the fathomless msM
OF the star-shine's sacred iien.
When the summers Of Soutnia~
in the lap of the holy Nisnt;
For /. earth's blindness above. II
In kingdom OF halcyon brea@
gaze Oh the marvel OF love
In the unveiled face OF Deatnt
But beyond the stars and the ~
I can follow him still on his VIZ
Till the pear-%bite gates are 80
In the calm of the centrai -"
For voices Of fond acclaim In
Thrill down from the place q n..1
AS Death, with a touch iike
Unloosss the goal Of goals; ~.
And from heaven Of heavens
ca snoatoth with hateless breah
my angel of perfect love :,
is the angel men call Death'
Some one has said OF this poS b,
beautiful spiritually brusnlps ~
wing against th0
eternal morning. ..,rouontI
Mr.. Hayne was lover OF ao ~mk n
the last book he read was a.,srd lsa'|
subject. After his death srtifdrl
the fly-leaf- of this book ps ~ IN
gestiye poem called "Wnen IN \
out" which was written rev ,,jd
the Angel of Perfect Love M
home. In another poem ne "a
There is no death, but chansS
eth soul, M -
And all are portions "
whole!"
Not far away from "copse ~ Z n
, little church, a fitting tribuIs W, "a
Dry OF such a poet and such
n y1aI