The Somerset reporter., 1900-09-20

10 intercept IN ) view.
You flowed from out the forest
Meath the mountains cooling shade,
AS pure as any nectar
Which 1.-The Gods" have ever made.
Fairy fingers drew the pattern
On the carpet fiecke with green,
That covers all the hillsides
Which your journey lies between.
There's a romance all about thee
And spell is DER me cast
AS gaze In retrospection
Ger the record of the past
Then as trace its pages
And look the contents DER,
The wheels Of time roll backward
And I'm boy once more
And in fancy am standing
In the old brown schoolhouse door,
With well remembered faces
Which l shall see no more.
OH for the years of childhood
Its pleasures to repeat,
To brush the dew of morning
With bare and sun Drowned feet.
Ere had known OF sorrow
Or SIMS polluting stain,
'Twere worth an ave rage lifetime
To feel that bliss again.
I'd gladly bear the bruises
That u ed to pain me so
And that discouraged feeling
Which some of you may know
And SO well rememb Der
When perchsnce II stubbed my toe"
Yet that were vain repining
For am near the bourn,
Toward which we're all advancing
And none OF us return.
But truce to noralizing
AS we renew the theme,
For we've made 8 wide aggression
From the margin of the stream,
Whose ban ks we're well protected
BY warriors stern aud grim,
For the East had Capt. Asahel
And the West had Capt. Jim.
They were natures noblemen
Grave, honest, tried an true,
Well fitted for the labors
Which they were wont to do.
AS they assumed the burdens
or the brave old pioneers,
And left this charming valley
AS the prospect now appears.
But now they're resting, sweetly resting
This fair landsc pc well attesting
To the work which they h ave done.
With no calls to weary toiling
At the rising OF the sun.
For they are sleeping. calmly sleeping,
While the stars their vigils keeping,
And the daisies blossom DER them
In their quiet lowly bed.
While we are wee ping, sadly weeping
For the loved ones gone before,
TIL with rapture we behold them
And In our arms enfold them.
Upon the other shore.
And when we meet together
With every passing year,
Wen bring loving tribute
For we hold their memory dear.
Then on our roll OF honor
There were many Others came,
With the everlasting gospel
In the lowly masters name.
They asked not q herald
Their fame to rehesrse,
For gold In their vestHre,
Or scrip In their purse
They sought not for honors
They strove not for place
But with IONS safely girded
They entered the race.
They withheld not the message,
They claimed no reward
But ran at his bidding
With "thus saith the Lord"
But some have passed over
The dark. rolling tide,
While those now rem aiming
Are nearing its side.
Their sheaves safely garnered,
The race nearly through,
Their labors near ended.
With the prize in full view
AS they gaze DER the water
To the bright, shining shore,
While waiting for the boatman,
With wide-spreading oar.
Once more called together
BY loves social charms,
Instead OF the slogan
OF "war's rude alarms"
30 well improve the moments
Remaining to us here,
And know each other better
When we meet another year.
For we'll meet (Heaven permitting
At some future day,
At the place that's ap pointed
Where douglas" makes way.
And we hope, howe'er childish
Our wishes may seem,
That well meet near the borders
OF this classic stream.
Dear hayward stream
You're not DER large,
AS we your size compare,
But you're an overwhelming swell
When you get on tare.
Your current reminds me
OF life's fitful dream,
As l once more behold thee,
Thou swift flowing Stream.
For ages past you've ripplea on
Your destined way pursuing,
An object lesson to us all
That we be up and doing.
To gether our trophies
Ere the daylight is DER,
Lest they be found wanting
At Saint Peters door.
And yet though our gripsacks
Are packed full-Alasl
II love be found wanting
We can't get pass.
And SO / very often fear,
Though the thought is most appalling
That our packs though overweighted)
May need an overhauling,
Lest we've missed "the one thing needful
And find when it's too late,
That we're lacking of the password
When we reach the "Pearly Gate.
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