The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-14

And WELD their Juices rich and bland
To none but sorrows heavy hand.
Tho purest streams OF human ioEs
Flow naturally never.
But gush by pressure from above
With Gods hand on the lever.
The first are turbidest and meanese:
Tho last are sweetest and serenest-
Doctor Hollands verses on "Babyhood''
are charming:
What is the little ono thinking aboutf
Very wonderful things. no doubt.
Unwritten history
Unfathomed mystery
Yet he laughs and cries. and eats and drinks.
And chuckIes and crows. and mods and winksA
AS II his head were as full OF kinks
And curious riddles as any sphynx!
Warped by collie. and wet by tears.
Punctured by pins, and tortured By FEARS
Our little nephew viii lose two years;
And he'll never know
Where the summers go:
He need not laugh, Tor he'll find It sol
Who can tell what a baby thinks7
Who can follow the gossamer links
By which the mannikin feels his way
Out from the shore of the great unknown.
Into the light Of day7
Out from the shore of the unknown sea,
Tossing in pitiful agony.
OF thu unknown sea that reals and rolls.
epecked with the bark OF little souls
Barks that were launched on the other SIDE.
And slipped from Heaven on an ebbing tide!
VIVA, does he think of his mothers eyes7
What does he think Of his mothers hair2
What Of the cradle-roof that flies
Forward and backward through the ARR
What does he think OF his mothers breast
Bare and beautiful. Smooth and white.
Seeking 1t ever with fresh delight
Cup Of his life and couch OF his rest7
What does he think when her quick embrace
Presses his hand and buries his face
Deep where the heart-throbs sink and swell
With a tenderness she can never tell.
Though she murnur the words
OF all the birds
Words she has learned to murmur weIlf
Now he thinks he'll go to sleep!
/ can see the shadow creep
Over his eyes. tn soft eclipse,
Over his brow. and over his lips,
Out to his little fnger-tips!
Softly sinking. down he goes;
Down he goest Down he goesi
See! He Is hushed In sweet repose!
One Of Doctor Hollands best-knovn
poems is that called "Gradatim".
is not reached at q single bound.
But we build the ladder by which we riss
From the lowly earth to the vauIted skies.
And We mount to its summit round By round
I count this thing to be grandly true:
Tia. a noble deed is a step toward Cod
Lifting the soul from the common clod
To q purer air and q broader view.
We rise by the things that are under feet:
BY what we have mastered Of good and cfns
BY the pride deposed and the passion slain:
And the vanquished Ills that We hourly mssG. :
We hope. we aspire, we resolve, We trust.
When the morning calls US to life and light,
But our hearts grow weary, and, ere the nishe.
Dur lives are trailing the sordid dust.
We hope, We resolve, we aspire, We pray.
And we think that we mount the air on wines
Beyond the recall Of sensual things,
While our feet still cling to the heavy elan
Wings for the angels, but feet for men!
We may borrow the wings to find the way.
We may hope. and resolve. and aspire, and
pray;
But our feet must rise, or we fall again,
Only In dreams is a ladder thrown
From the weary earth to the sapphire wallis
But the dreams depart. and the vision fails,
And the sleeper wakes on his pillow Of STONE.
Heaven IS not reached at Q single bounds.
But We build the ladder by which Wa rise
From the lowly earth to the vauIted skiea
we mount to its summit round by round
The Lullaby is especially attractive:
Rockaby. lullaby. bees in the clovsri
Grooming 30 drowsly. crying 20 lovi
Rockaby. lullaby. dear little revert
Down into wonderland
Down to the undsz-land f
Go. now go!
Down into wonderland 20.
Rockaby. lullaby. rain on the clover,
Clears on the eyelids that waver and ysso0
Rockaby, Misunderstanding It overt
Down on the mother-wora
Down on the other world
Sleep. oh sleVi
Down on the m~other-world. slesnk
Rockaby. lullaby. dew on the clover
Dew on the eyes that win sparkle at lawn
Rookaby. lullaby. dear little rovsri
Into the Silly world.
Into the lily world.
Gone. now gun01
Into the lily world gone.