The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-08-10
This, TOO, SHALL PASS AWAY >,

(Arab Proverb)
Some wise old Arab in the davs of old
Looked out on the desert, wild and wide.
"A sea or sand like FURNISHED gold
That never is moved by wind or tide:
The sky above and the sand below
Away, away to the bounds of space
Wnen Tlme's river has ceased it's flow,
And broken ages have left their grace.
Where the pyramids guard their kingIy
And the sphinx looks out with stony
And the wild beast steals with noiseless
tread,
And simeon RACES, and swoons and dies:
He gazed at the passive plain and sky,
Z Inc same through the ages, the same
But he looked through the years with a
prophets eye.
"This, too, shall pass forever away"
And if true of the desert so lone and
Where change has forgotten his name to
Where Memnon mourns, when the morn is
near, s. ~
And. the centuries brood till they fade
in flight;
Yet truer by far of the changefu1 play.
From comedy's smile to tragedy's strife.
Where the actors change as day by day,
nine, Ihey take their parts in the play of life.
Inc KING rides in on cloth of gold
AND the vassal bows to the craven dust,
And the tread of the Warrior-ierce and
DOIQ,
And the villain, filled with hate and
Riches and ponap are on the stage,
The good and the bad have a part in
the play, r.
But-remember the words of the Arab
''This, too, shall pass forever away"
Joy comes on with good1y train,
Ihe roses of June, the sprays of heather
Pale and alone comes CHASTITY pain
And the songs and the groans are blent
together,
Parcel and part of the lives we live,
From father to son since time began.
whether we hold or whether we give,
1t seems part of the common plan,
No creation can last for aye,
Though long the acts and many the
parts,
But come and go with the passing play,
On the tragic stage we call our hearts.
Love and hate are closely allied,
AS earth,s mutations of night and day;
Close are the springs by both supplied,
But, This, too, shall pass forever
Through veal and VICE. through woe and
Our hearts are beating the steady knell.
And the plastic clay by the flying wheel,
Is nodded by fate in it's mystic spell,
L SIT and gaze on the tragic stage,
And in grief and silence the contests
That trample the CALLED and bleeding
heart
And there in the silence sit alone,
iii the body is lost and the soul is
king,
And back to a grave it has safely flown,
A grave is only shallow thing,
see again that beautiful face,
me queen of my heart forever and ave-
And l will notr-believe such heavenly
grace
Can pass forever and ever away.
mat wise old savage In desert bleak.
What knew heIof love, or what of her?
1t is not for man of that love to speak,
or It's power to last or it's depth infer.
If the maiden Of hope but sheaf can
If shadow from floating wing is cast.
If q star in the dreary night is seen,
Ii the glow gives promise of dawn at
last, ~ ~o
The beautiful body is lost, I grant,
Nature has called it, home again,
And soul is denied by the wise savant,
And life beyond is a myth of the BRAIN
But love defies the grave, know
And its enemies face like a lion at bay
In each heart that loves it is whispering
low,
Thy dove shall not pass forever away.
Carlton j. Greenleaf.