The Red Cloud chief., 1902-09-12
PHILOSOPHICAL OBSERVATIONS
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More water glideth by the mil
y
BY Il WILLIAMS.

Than wots. TIT, miller of"
n wise King sough a satisfied nan To this end he advertised Il pu
VI 90" u "a "a 'frecforah" II soirsc in which the concncd poor and
'W"S 'Wed rich might participate Having set his trap the hoay OLD
|Ncre titled hs crown. II la Lillian Russell, and smoked mp" Many
VII oHr lips; but each as turned away with the question. III satisfied
WIZ mh your lot In life why seek We this prize?' And they went away crest
ing.
turned away with the question. III satisfied with your lot in life why seek
we this prize And they yer away crestfarcn, while The jolly old king
pustt The buttons of his royal vest laughing
M babe at its young and buxom mothers breast want the moor. when
ue inIaht las grown to manhoods estate he wants not only the moon. ht.
. We "o u WIN u DarDed wire fenc around it, He seems unninlful OF m
nut mat the earth would be as much al elephant o n his hands" as would
u m, moo nave been in his adoescent days. As a babe he was lot satisfied
with tina sweet mothers breast; as a man the blessings innumerable are not
sufficient He sees not the glorics about him and the water runs away. past
MS mill while he sees 1t not
A young a walking along a sinous path of naturc with beauties at
MS eyes earthward to the rude path beneath his feet in scarcho of pef Toy
s@ui, OF the glorious world about him and the sui setting in golden aureoies
upo tn mountain peaks of life. He died a miscr and the water that gurgled
w lis caom door laughed inward in deHsive requiem.
Am'd the flowers of the country, the anemoncs that burst in the spring
INV ad arr called by the children "dewdrops" the forget menots of al
, ~ohs uhshne IN shaded hooks, the wild roses that tncture of a raa
AVIS perfume TIT apple blossoms and the llacs, the lilies of the valley and
ne violets-amid all these godIikc. heart thiohbngs of nature. the pastoral
people long for the unnatural city. The glad cry of the water a. it sings past
struggle Thus it is with us ever, the waite of life plunges by US unheeded
we os Ion thc sandy desert and the artificial things Of life
festernaN the miller beheld his wife, his children and that dear old
"o'hers race. II a noncommittal soto way he noticed them al he hurried
nome TO sleep The next day he was blind. Instantly the mind. sprngng
,er .et n a vague, weird, rhythm he hears the FLASHING necar He
knows that millions of prismlike drops are flashing ranbows in the 81
nl ne cannot see The dsregarded brook has become u river of life he
, am rave N tn beauty about him is n o morc and there is nothing left
mt darkness. longing and despair
In life we sny II sight with things which do lot satisfy and from
he busy mart and strenuous brawl Of existence, yearn t. reach back with
innocence to that brook which rippled past our early youth. Alas! II has
grown muddy and commonplace, humid and fshy-the glass is shattered and
'e sohden DOW lies in cutting fragments alto heart.
More waterg ideth by the mill
Than wIs the miller Of
Happy the ma who sees the glory of the rainbow. the iidescent scintil
Euohs o. Narthued JOY. n the things that are true an simple
The mill will never grind
With the water that is past