The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1902-07-13
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Lullaby.
flushed IL tho house now. and silent
the drum:
Still is the tin bug1e's ringing;
6tealthily, softly the Sand Man has come;
Elenced tho wild thrushs singing;
But sweeter than song Of the sweetest
voiced bird
The soft goodnight song Of mother is
heard;
Lullaby. laddie!
Lullaby. dear!
Sleep, little sweetheart for mother Is
The bir.-es all sleep in their nests up on
high;
The stars and the moon are on guard IN
the sky;
Lullaby, laddie dear!
Hush! Lullaby!
The manned wooden dog Hes at rest on
the floor
Where the Noah's ark travellers are
scattered;
The train is derailed and wrecked there
by the door,
It's gay-painted coaches all battered:
And silence DER all, for the world Is at
rest;
Just the low mother voice to the child on
her breast;
Lullaby, laddie!
Hush little dear!
Sleep. weary playmate, for mother Is
here!
The brides. too, rest in their cradles on
high:
The stars and the moon keep their watch
in the sky;
Lullaby. laddie dear!
Hush! lullaby!
j. ". W. in New York Sun.
A Greeting.
Beside his horse and heavy loao
With clouded brow the carter strobe,
His thoughts all gray and out Of tune.
Upon a brilliant day in June.
And as he swung along in pain.
There came toward him down the lane
A lady, who, with kindly grace,
Nodded and smiled into his face.
He did not even turn to see
Dhat shade those friendly eyes might be,
He merely felt that on his way
Something had beautifed the day.
That there was one who seemed to care
Made life more possible to bear,
He cracked his whip and hummed tune,
The echo OF that brilliant June.
Eleanor Esher in Westminster Gazette.
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Trovato.
It is but the idle fancy Of passing ne
cromancy.
That together leaf and blossom by the
Indus once we grew,
And that Hatiz came, or Omar. to i'm
prison the aroma
IN some aforementioned measure that
has rhythme1 me to you?
Is It false OF is 1t real that in ages more
ideal
was song and you were Sapho. you
the sunbeam, I the dew?
For I long have felt the burden Of a pas
sion vague and virgin,
Which you quicken to remembrance of
a former life we knew.
Was stream when you were willow?
Was shell when you were bllow?
For your voice has ever echoed through
the bushes Of my heart.
And it seems as I behold you that the
very air foretold you
BY the fragrance that the budding
boughs impart.
But at last I stand beside you, and the
fate which long denied you
Yields in recompense dearer lncarna-
nation than my dream.
What I sought to what you are. love,
is as twilight to the star. love.
AS the languor is to summer, as the
murInur to the stream.
And since age on age has persisted but
to bring the soul I cherished,
Wherein thought and feeling blended,
as petal and perfume.
Let us linger here forever, where the
pride of all endeavor
Is a fervor which to passion Is as gla-
NOR unto gloom.
Yet II fate reserves It's malice but to
bring the lifted chalice
Let me rningle With the elements where
once I was a part.
Then on some supernal morning which
your beauty is adjoining,
Like a dewdrop in a lily may I nestle
in your heart.
An Enchanted lslard.
A wonderful stream is the river OF Time,
WINS thrnIph IA raa Inns Of toorS