River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1898-10-13
Finland WindfaIIs.

The following review Of Inland
Windfalls" is reprinted from The
Northwest Magazine.
We confess to more than passing
interest in finland Windfalls, "a lit
tie book Of poems by Edwin T. Reed,
whose home is in River Falls, Wiscon-
sin. In this book are expressions Of
poetic thought which are as refined as
they are intellectual, and which stamp
the author as true poet. There are
no ambitious flights from this North
ern singer as yet; his verses cling to
home and nature-his themes are sug
gested by those sights andyoices which
every ear and eye may catch from
town and woodland and from field and
stream But running through all is
strong promise of grander effort by
and by, and none who know Mr.. Reed
will be surprised to see him attain
high rank in the realm Of poesy.
Perhaps his best songs are his most
serious ones. Here is one that should
be hung up in every home:
Wait A while.
When yom,beacon star is dim,
Wait a while.
| Keep your erring craft in trim,
| Wait while;
| For the tempest's brow is lifting,
! And the rays Of hope are sitting
| Through the.clouds, and downward drifting,
Wait while.
Ii your fortune seems to frown,
Wait a while,
Keep your courage smile it down,
Wait while;
For the sun, forever shining,
Lends the cloud its silver lining
TO rebuhe our vain repinng,
Wait a while,
II at evening you are sad,
Witt a while,
Dreams may come to make you glad,
Wait while:
Every moment helps to borrow
More of bitterness from sorrow,
Y0u'H be merrier o-morrow,
Wait a while.
When despair is at the door,
Wait a while,
Though he beckons DER and DER,
Wait awhile;
Drop the latch and bar The grating,
DO not follow, keep him waiting;
Soon he II pass and cease debating,
Wait while.
Have you missed the days Of mirth?
Wait while,
There are joys not of EARTH
Wait while;
For a low and lisping laughter
Echoes meath each ringing ratter
OF the infinite hereafter,
Wait Il while.
Another poem of much strength
and deep sentiment is The Lights c.
Out" the first stanza of which we re
PRINT
All through the length of the city street
Down by the wharf where the breakers beat
Down in the alleys dumb distress,
Or out on the oceans wilderness,
Wherever the human voice is heard,
Wherever the foot or hand is stirred
All in the night of dark and dread
With only half Of the prayers said,
With never hint OF warning shout,
Softly and surely the lights 20 out
One Of the poems, The Monument
was first published in this magazine
and has received many outspoken com
pliments.
Though still young, Mr. Reed is
man Of mature mind and broad cult
ure. He is graduate from the Uni
yersity Of Minnesota, and is also ia
miliar with the halls OF Harvard
where he spent year in English anc
history. Since college days he ha'
been a frequent contributor to promi
nent newspapers and periodicals.
work that was interrupted last winte
by a call to Rushford, Minnesota, a
principal of the high school of thai
place A close student Of English lit
erature, master Of elegant diction
thoughtful, studious, and painstaking
to a degree, it is natural that he
should find in literary work fitting
field for the exercise of his undoubteC
talents.
All kinds of school supplies at Bar
nard 4 Clough's.