New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1899-01-15

with as many examples VIC would wish hui
at least one more Illustration may be given al
follows:
GULLs ON THE THAMES.
From what long shore. o wastrel company
Come on the pulse of what distressful wings'
What discord internecine sunders ye
Each from his fellow stony hearted kings
O. the air, sailing remote, askance? The sea
Storm-t ost and black, reckt not your banker
ings
But drove you like a snow cloud from her lee.
To bicker and swoop DER sodden river things
Like snowhakes in riot Of unrest
They drift athwart the winter oeam 'h'
Wrangng and battling their wild wings and
scream
Harsh challenge or deep-nested in the stream
Search the waste waters desolate and dun;
Then beating upward urge their clamorcus
quest
II is pleasant 10 receive new edition OF MI
William Youngs "Wishmakers Town, for II
shows that there is welcome for truly imagi-
native poetry in this practical age There is
sweet wild, delicate music in Mr.. foungs
verse, a pensive minor strain. blown as from
..faery seas forlorn." which stirs the secret in
ner sense Of delight in the true lover Of this
art divine This whimsical Masque OF Man
has its undertone Of tragedy and cynicsm, the
note Of woe inseparaDle from the dssonant
chords OF Fate and Life; but blending with 1t
is that gentler harmony that means pure
beauty and the rapture Of nature and her wor-
shipper. One after another, as in dream. We
see and hear the personages Of the drama pass.
each voice linked in continuous melody, yet each
distinct in lyric fulness. all the sweeter for
strange unequal measure Myrtle and eglah-
tine" sings the toWer-seer
Myrtle and eglantine,
For the old love and the new,
And the cOlumbine,
With its cap and bells for folly
And the daffodil, for the hopes OF youth ana
the rue,
For melancholy
But OF all the blossoms that blow.
Fair gallants all charge you to win u !e may
This gentle guest
Like the Blessed virgin, with weak head bend
ing low
| Upon her breast.
For the orange flower
Ye may buy as ye will; but the violet OF the
wood
IL the love OF maidenhood,
And he that hath worn 1t but once though Du'
for hour.
He shall never again, though he wander by
many a stream,
No never again shall he meet with flower
So sweet and pure; and forever in after years.
At the thought Of its bloom, or the fragrance OF
its breath
l
And his eyes shall be dim with tears
And his soul shall be far in the gardens Of
Paradise,
Though he stand in the shamtles Of death
Let us be grateful to Mr.. Young here is
minstrel who disregards the fashion OF the day
and sings in the city streets, even as the great
god Pan pipes in forest shades. "Wishmakers
Town was first published in 1885. The edi-
ton was limited, and long ago exhausted
The book has for years been out Of print me
present edition is admirably printed, and pub
lished and comes forward with felicitous IN
troductory note from the pen OF Mr. Aldrich.
Miss Peabody is at her best wnen she is brief
est Then she is complete, which cannot be
said OF her in her more ambitious verses These
spread a slight inspiration very thin, and trail
off into nothingness. But The Piper, which
we reprinted the other day. is sweet and
piquant lyric and there is melody, there n
beauty In these two songs:
O FAR-OFF ROSE.
o far-of rose OF long ago
An hour Of sweet, an hour Of red.
To live 10 breathe, and then 20 90
Into the dark ere June dead.
Why say they: Roses shall return
With every year as years go on,
New sprin-tme and strange bloom my IosA
And alien June; but thou art gone.