The daily sentinel., 1899-08-02
INoeRSOLLI "sEvEN AGES"

tWuEHOOIL OIVG" "N-S
OF the many sublimely beautiful word
pictures that the late Robert q. 1nger-
soil painted and OF the many sentiments
uttered by him which are being treasur-
ed because OF the classical beauty OF the
language in which they are couched'
mono, perhaps. 80 strongly betrays the
master as his panorama Of life, which
made the rounds OF the press almost
quarter OF century ago. Had he con-
tributed nothing else to its treasurer,
the English language would still have
been made richer by this contributions:
Born OF love and hope, Of ecstasy and
pain, Of agony and fear. of tears and Joy
-dowered with the wealth OF two united
hearts-held In happy arms. with lips
upon life's driitsd font, blue .veined and
fair, whore perfect peace finds perfect
form-rocked by willing feet and woosd
to shadowy shores Of sleep by siren
mother singing soft and low looking
with wonders wide and startled eyes at
common things of life and day-taught
by want and wish and contact Nith the
things that touch tho dimpled flesh OF
babes-lused by light and flame and
charmed by oolor's wondrous robss-
learning the use Of hands and fest, and
by the life Of mimisry bsauiled to utter
speech : releasing psisonsd thoughts
from grabbed and ourious marks on soil
cd and tattered. leaves-puzzling the
brain with crooked numbers and their
changing, tangled worth-and 20 through
years Of alternating day and night, until
the captive grows familiar with the
chains and walls and limitations OF a life.
And time runs ON in sun and shade,
until one Of all the world is wooed and
won, and all the lore Of love is taught
and learned again. Again, a home is
built with the fair chamber wherein
faint dreams, like cool and shadowy
vale Q, divide the billowed hours of love.
Again tho miracle of birth-the pain
and Joy. the kiss OF welcome and the
cradle song. drowning the drowsy pratt
tie OF babe.
And then the sense Of obligation and
of wrenR-pity for those who toll and
weep-tsars for the imprisoned and de-
spised-love for tho generous dead. and
IN the heart the rapture of high resolve.
And then ambition, with its lust OF
pelf and place and power, longing to put
upon Its breast distinctions worthless
badge. Then keener thoughts Of men,
and eyes that seem behind the smiling
mask Of craft-fattered no more by the
obsequious cringe of gain and greed
knowing the uselessness OF boarded gold
of honor bought from those who
charge the usu5y Of self-respect-of
power that only bsnds towards knee
and forces from the lips Of fear the lies
Of praise. Knowing at last the unstud
led gesture OF esteem, the reverend eyes
made rich with honest thought, and
holding high above all other things
high ~ hopes great throbbing star
above the darkness Of the dead--the
love Of wife and child and friend.
Then locks Of gray, and growing love
Of other days and half remembered
things-then holding withered hands OF
those who first held bis while over dim
and loving eyes death softly pressed
down the lids Of rest.
And 30, locking in marriage VOWS bis
children's haads. and crossing others on
the breasts Of peace, with daughteRs'
babes upon his knees, the white hair
mtngling with the gold. he journeys on
from day to day to that horizon where
the dusk h waiting for The night-sit-