The Newtown bee., 1901-08-09

In which each man may read the tender love
OF a Divine Creator, fashioning
With lavish hand a gOOdly spot for man
To pass his pilgrimage. Not here the end;
No, not inanimate the world he gave
Mankind, but peopled with the denizens
OF wood and field to furnish man his food
And do his pleasure. This the world In which
We live.
But did dream of life: and this
Is not the life of man. Sublime Indeed
The glOries mute creation shows in wood
And mead, on mountain top or sunny slope
Or inthe pleasant vale glOries that man
With finite mind, despite his boosted power,
Gan never solve but only love and strive
To find the conquering purpose of 1t ALL
Yet grander far than this the birth OF brute
Creation where walks the lion proud
Or flies the tender dove. where skulks the
wolf
In hungers pangs, or frisks the gentle lamb,
The symbol of all things innocent, though
grand
And noble these, to man alone is given
Divinest power to will what he should do
Fen though that will should feebly cross his
Gods.
IT'S then the life of man OF which dreamed
Enigma OF the world, swift heeting life
What is its meaning? Why are you andI
And thousands of thousands like us placed
upon
This mortal sphere to cross our little span.
Reeede again from view, and go we know
Not whittier? Why our birth, and life and
death?
EmblaZOned high above me as gazed
In wonder and amazement were these words ::
BE merry, eat and drink; tomorrow must
we die"
Was this the problem solved2 Has man with
eyes
Fast closed repeated this for years and failed
To see that it explained it all? Hooked
Upon the world, beheld the scene as ne'er
Before; mon young and old In all degrees
OF strength and weakness strove in wild de
spair
To vie with one another for the sweets
OF life, fair maids and women shriveled up
With care, intent upon the fast gay round
or pleasure all in search OF something new
To I'LL the longing never satisfied.
To-day Is like the yesterday, the same
Dull round, tomorrow is to give the hopes
Fulfilled, the present wish come true, and joy
once more returned; Illusion vain, only
Too true the morrow like to-day but with
The aching void more surely there. Not here
Is solved the problem. Many though there
Who try it thus, their lives and they them
selves.
II but they stopped to say, would tell In words
Too plain, "We have not found the answer"
And they have not; and these the only words
Their hearts can speak--"It is not all OF life
To live OF all OF death to die"
Then what is life? II this vain search TO Joy
Widespread DER all the land, 'mongst high
and low
The bane OF him who has his untold wealth,
The cross Of those deprived of this worlds
goods,
Yet seeking to obtain place they may
Not reach II this come to naught, nay worse
10 pain, unhappiness, and death, then must
We seek elsewhere the meaning of our life.
looked back on the world to see perchance
Some other longing lurking in the heart
OF man, besides this CALLING love OF SELF
This evil child of nature promising
The height of JOY and bringing but the depth
Of:woe. And there beneath. the outward man
Half-buried in the anxious strife OF life
Yet present much OF little in them all
There glows spark OF love, quiet at first
But at the appointed time it bursts af1ame
And carries on to veal Or woe the one
In whom it burns. I looked again to see
II this we're not the fountain from which
The stream of life I saw men Young and
strong
Filled by this ruling passion, sacrifice
Wealth, friends, and all to please that only
one;
And proud. light-hearted girls by its great
power
Unclaimed and giving willing service to
The one they loved. What testimony more
Need we than this to prove that Life is love,
And love is life."
Bound by its magic charm
The lover stands Loves captive; careless he
OF time or place If but that one is near
A life OF bliss he lives when at his side
She sits; life of longing hope for her
Return when she is gone. The world looks on
And gives assent She was young once and
Begrudges not the love her sons may know.
Full we'll the world enjoyed those hours when
Herself was young and If a happy pair
later years has kept the bonds OF
Furnished and bright and deep and calm the
Flows on where then twas ftful, narrow,
swift,
They form a lovely picture that the world
Too seldom sees. The power of lifelong love,
Where not for days but through the years it
And grows in strength, still finds tender