The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1901-02-05
TAMPfRlNC WITH TRIPLES.


He neer might visit more;
Again IN spirit Wild and free
He played with friends of yore;
lie sat beneath the hawthorn's shade
And breathed the sweet perfume,
And wandered where, DER hill and glade.
The Bnglish roses bloom.
The SINGER ceased; he knew 1t not,
His spirit ranged sfar;
Again he w the humble cot
And SAW the evening star;
He heard the voices loved OF old.
la cadenccs as sweet,
Enwrap his being. fo.d on fold.
With necromancies fleet
so 1eet it passed, he stood alone
Beneath an alien sky;
And all his dreams and thoughts OF home
Had quickly passed him by.
He pressed the keys. and looking far
Beyond the street and town.
I Where LIES wrecked hopes and efforts
are.
Sang of heart bowed down.
All laughter ceased. they paused to hear;
Dacn heart responsive beat;
AS sim the voice rose strong and c ear,
Pithetic, passing sweet;
And those who heard the old man sing
VIII bear whereer they roam
That vision, and that song Shall cling,
AS close as dreams of home
In recent poem Ella Wheeler Wilcox
says: Keep out Of the past" giving rs
Der reason for this Injunction that he
past II full Of malsrial gloom that it is
sere, and drear, and that everywhere
molders tomb. Certainly if your past
Is Ike that you would do well to emu
late the example of Ella but the bible
enjotns Us from taking thought OF the
morrow; so all thst remains to us is
the yesterdays Of life; and, oh they hold
80 much that is altogether delightful,
Who Won keep out of his past II he
might? To he sure here and there lies
tomb. not moldering, but roposlng un-
der br.gh blossoms of memory brought
from We. more remote past. The flu
tuIe is VIII the wlsp, a mirage
waose green oasis, sweet breezes aud
cooling fountains are forever Just beyond
our reach; but the past has been ours,
we have inhaled the doors OF its myriad
blossoms, what though they crumbed to
dust IN our gra ~, for moment their
beauty was our own. and their memory
Is sweet. Back in the past lies the
rounded cheek, the sparkling eye, and
the rippllpg laughter of youth. Go back
once more croons the well remembered
lullaby, the father, whose eyes dotingy
followed your every movement once more
Lifts you over the rough places. and sees
that your stumbling. feet find pathway
amid the flowers. Whom first we love
we seldom wed" and back; far, far, back
! ~ the misty pact, is the little rosy
checked lass who held your boyish heart
between her little hands; and truly that
old sweet smile is worth going over many
graves to reach. Away back there in the
| yesterdays OF life are the old home, to-
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the Threshold. but we can go back to a
time ere that had come to pass; and we
can go back. and yet farther back, until
with contented sigh we Chamber into
mother!y lisp and snuggle down in low
ing arms and with the old sweet lullaby
ringing In our ears await the approach
OF the sand man. Truly what can the
d
future offer US that is one half so sweet
as this? 1t may hold out to us the hope
OF wealth, and wealth we are all strlv-
ing for; but a happy past. and all pasts
are happy in retrospection. is more to
be desired than great riches.
~
Now the small boy 10 in his glory and
with a copper he purchases an impress
sionistic bit OF art, In four colors and
smear. for his beloved teacher; it bears
hear\ to heart bit OF sentiment some
thing like this:
Your lips are red,
Your eyes are black; 93ggE
Your tongues too long
Pull in the slack.
Optimistic Otis says that the adoption
by the British army Of the fgh,lng tao
ties Of the American army won for the
British number OF their biggest VIC.
tories in battles with the Beers Too
bad 0, Q, did not make use Of thcsc
same eSeellen. tactics when ne Was In