New-York tribune., 1900-07-15
IN uEuORY or AUGUSTIN DAILY.


the comparatively brief period of one year
Augustin Daly's theatre has passed into hostile
hands; his magnificent library and art col
Iections have been sold and dispersed; and the
whole field in which he labOred with such high
ambition and splendid fidelity has been occupied
by men with whom he had no fellowship and
dominated by views and purposes to which ne
was invincibly opposed But the light of his
example has not yet faded. and his memory viii
not perish The text of this poem has been
revised by the author.
A d.
Died June Z. 1899.
Long he slumbers: will he waken. greeting, as
With his kindly. playful smile. his old
panions, me and you?
Long he slumbers-though ;he wind of morning
sweetIy blows to sea.
Though his barque has weighed her anchor, and
the tide is flowing free.
Long ne sIumbers: Why. so helpless. doth he
fater the shore?
Wherefore stays he in the silence, he that never
stayed before?
do not wake me-. o. the pity, How shall we.
poor tOiers. strive,
If his strong and steadfast spirit keep not our
fTail hope alive?
All his days were given TO action. all his powers
of mind and will.
Now the restless heart is silent, and the busy
brain is still
Gone the fine ideal fancies. glorious. like the
summer dawn!
Ev'ry passionate throb OF purpose. ev'ry dream
of grandeur gone.
Courage patience. deep devotion long endur-
anCe, manly trust
Zeal for truth and love for beauty-gone, and
buried IN the dust!
All. what pictures rise in mem'ry and what
When we think of all the magic times and
scenes Of Long Ago!
When once more we hear in Arden rustIing
trees and ripping streams;
When on fair OIvia's palace faint and pale the
moonlight beams
When the storu-cIouds break and scatter and
Ger beach. and crag. and wave.
Angels float. and heavenly voices haunt the
gloom of Proso'ros cave!
Well he wrougft-and We remember! Faded
rainbow, fallen IeafI
All fair things but shadows, and all glory
ends in grief
Worn and weary with the struggle, broken with
the weight OF care.
Low he lies, and all his paSeants vanish IN the
empty air
Nevermore can such things lure US. nevermore
other hands may grasp The laurel. other brows
be twined With fame
Far. and Iess'ninE in the distance. dies the
music Of the Past.
In our ears note GiscOrlant vibrate5 like an
angry blast,
on our eyes the Future rushes, blatant, acrd,
frausht with strife,
Arrogant with tinselIed youth and rank with
hux of sensual life.
Naught avaiIs to stem the tumult-vuigar aims
and commonplace.
Greed and vice and Jross and folly. frenZied in
the frantic race.
Naught avaiIs. and We that Hnger. sick at heart
and old and grim,
Can but pray 20 leave this rabbIe loving Art
and following him.
Very lonely seems the pathway; long We jour
ueyed side by side;
Much win kindred hope were solaCed. much
with kindred anguish tried;
Had our transient Jars and murmurs. had
purpose TO be beSt.
In our brotherhood OF travel in our dreams OF
age and rest
Yonder. where the tinted hawthorns scarlet
poppy fields enfold.
And The prodigdl lahurnum blooms in clustring
globes of gold.
Ended aIl-snd al. is shadow. where but late
glory shone
And the wdnderrr. gray and fragile, walks the
vacant sCcuc. alone.
Only now the phantom faces that in waking
dreams appear.
only now the aerial Voices that the heart alone