The St. Louis Republic., 1901-01-06

4 And the midnight hears my cryt
\ love thee lore but thee.
With q love that shall not Gle
| TIL the grows cold
| And the stars are old.
| And the leaves Of the Judgment
Book unfold!
Look from thy window and sss
i Ny passion and my pain;
lie on the sands below.
| And faint in thy disdain.
Let the night-wfnds touch thy brow
With the heat Of my burning sigh.
And ncir thee TO hear the vow
OF love that shall not die
TIL the sun Erows cold
And the stars old.
And the leaves Of ths judgment
| Book unfold!
| Ny steps nightly driven.
| By the fever IN my breast.
| To hear from thy lattice breath.d
| The word that shall give rest
/ Open the door Of thy heart.
And open thy chamber door
And my kisses shall teach thy lips
| The love that shall fade no more
TIL the sun grows cold
And the stars ar. old.
And the leaves OF the Judgment
Book unfold
On his return from Asia he found his
American associations much broken up. but
he had a large public. HIS letters to the
Tribune had settled that He was fpuch
talked about. 1t was told Of him that
Humboldt once said that OF all men he had
ever known Taylor had Travelled the farthest
and had seen the least Tho story was
\ witty. II was such a thing as Humboldt
| might have said. for Taylor made no pre-
| tensions to scientific knowledge The story
| was invented by Park BsDjamir, who ac-
i kDOwledaal on hfa 4 81 tbas r..
mated it.
Taylor was a favorite and famous lee
| turer In the ffties. And hs was successful.
He was able to purchase land in his native
Pennsylvania, in Chester County, and estab-
| hsh his parents in his home. In 1855 he
| made another OF his numerous trips abroad,
| and this time he met Miss Marie Hansen OF
Germany. whom he married in 1851 Return
| ing to America, and prosperity still being
| his, he built the handsome stone residence
| OF Cedarcroft. on his property In Pennsyl-
i vania. where he lived for years, in not TOO
| cordial relations with some Of his Quaker
| neighbors. who criticised his manner of fy-
Ing, the wine served at his table. and his
liberality of thought and expression
Mr.. William Dean Howells has told the
story Of meeting Taylor on the street with a
book in his hand
was just beginning to read the language at
90; a patriarchial age to ms OF tho early
thirties- suppose 1 irtinatei the surprIso
1 felt at his taking IL up so late in the cay,
! Tor he said with charming seriousness:
"oh. but You know. 1 expect to use It In
the other world
Yes. that made # worth while, 1 con-
sented; but was he sure of the other world?
" As sure as / am Of this he said"
Bayard Taylor wrote with extreme rapid
ity, and very neatly. He produced a large
number Of books of prose. many OF them be-
/ ing stories of travel. He ascended the Nile.
visited khartoum. saw Asia, and made a
| trip to Iceland He was snxious TO write a
| life OF Goethe in the German. and his trans
lation OF Faust is one of his besr bits OF
| translation He was much interested in his
own poetry. 1t was with a smile that had a
| touch Of sadness in It that he told OF his
encounter with a stranger who asked per
| mission to take him by the hand. saying
| that he had read and enjoyed all his books.
And what do you think Of my poetryy'
| asked Taylor.
Poetry was the astonished reply. did
| you ever write poetry?"
Taylor wrote the hymn for the opening
day Of the Centennial Exposition, and 1t was
he who suggested that Sidney Lanisr, the
Southern poet. write the cantata for the
| opening celebration
| Taylor died in December, Is71 while he
was filling the post OF Minister to Berlin.
The remains were brought to America the
| next March.
| Perhaps his bestowed poem is The Song
Of the Camp
/ "Givs q song"' the soldiers e-:sd. Z
The outer trenches guarding
i When the heated guns OF tho oNnps ailist
Grew weary Of boulbardins.
The dark Redan in silent scon.
Lay grim and threatening und@,
And the tawny mound of the Maiako1
l. No longer beIched its thundee.
There was a pause Suardsrlan said;
We storm the forts tomorrow:
Sing while may. another day
| VIII bring enough Of SORROW"
They lay along the battery's ode
i Below the smoking cannon:
| Brave hearts from Severn and from Clyde.
And from the Banks Of Shannon
| They sang OF love. and not OF fame:
Forgot was Britain's glory:
Each heart recalled a different name.
But ali sang "Annie Laurie"
Voice after voice caught up the song
Until its tender passion
| Rose like anthem. rich and strong
| Their battle-eys confession
1 Dear girl. her name he dared not speak.
| But as the song grew louder.
Something upon the soldiers cheek
Washed OF the stains OF powder.
| Beyond the darkeninz ocean burned
| The bloody sunsets embers.
While the Crimean voleys learned
How English love remembers.
| Ard once again a Gre Of hell
Rained the Russian quarters
With scream Of shot. ana burst OF shell
And believing Of the mortarsi
And Irish Nora's eyes are dim
For a singer dumb and CORY:
And English Mary mourns for him
Who sang OF Annie LAuri.'
Sleep. soldiersi still In honored rest
| Your truth and valor wearing:
The bravest are the tenderest-
| The loving are the daring.
| WATER ENOUGH. ~
You must keep your mouth shut when
/ you are in the water" said the nurse. as
she gave Bessie a bath. IF you don't. you'n
| SuaI1our Soma IF hat So1ss asked