The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1903-04-02
SOMEWHERE!---S
BY REV. BAYLUs CADE-

N'hAA@
fact,
There be Hottest deeds that have never been
done;
The ca pacious OF soul, who were broken and
racked
On the frowning adverse. ere the race was
begun;
Shall the acts and the actors meet not any
more?
Shall the deeds and the doors be Away es-
tranged?
Il there not a wide place?-an invitihg ialf
shore?
Where the man and the moment shail iheeI'
nor deplore.
The evanisfied old order Of things gone be
fore
That the faded and worthless old vesture
is changed
o, there must be!-there must be, rui1ioh 'oi
Hopei
Hid away i'll the bosom OF swift-coming
years. 60,
When the able may climb up ambition whd
slope,
Nor occasion the downpour Of innocent
tears
o. hands unusedl-O. waiting mem
Sompwhere-Somewh hem
TherEbe mOiiing and toiling with never re-
ward
Their. be shoals OF dumb toiers whose prob
lem of life
Is the doing Of tasks that are thankless
and hard:
Shall. there be never. more n surceaSihS rom
care?
Nor the bIessing'of respite from proftless
pain?
IL there no place at all IN the UNIVERSE
where,
The a-down- bending Heaven shall hush the
long prayer,
That for AeOn4 on Aeons has voiced the
despair
Oftho4p delivers. and fill them with hoping
again?
o, there must be a tIme!-O, ther" must DE il
place.
Lying out i'll the sunlight, and throbbing
with song,
Where the dimmnd eye shall brighten ana
Gladnrss ef1ace
All the tokens OF stressing and struggling
with wrong,
o. Weary Ones!-O. moiling men.
Observation-Disclosures.
There he sculptors that never have modelled
"a form,
There be limncrs that never have painted a
dream
The potential in art craft, whose souls are
astOrm
With ideals OF beauty most nobly supreme;
Shall the limners and sculptors ne'er come to
their own!
Nor attain the applause and resOundln%
acclaim
OF the eager, cxpectant, and ycarnlng un-
known
Who abide and await, without murmur or
moan,
The up-springng OF seeds that were lavishly
sOwn,
In the faIlow-land world, for the Harvest of
Fame?
o. ther,. must De Il timr!-and it cometh
amain-
When the soul OF dumb beauty shall fash
into form,
And the world catch ut last the enhancing
refrain,
That announces arrival of Art 4 final Norm
., Artist SCuls!-I'nuttered men.
Somewhere, -Somewhen!
There be Arias pulsing on ears that.are dumb
There be grandcst Of poems hath never
been heard;
The magicians of music, whose lips shall be
dumb.
Till unfolding Intention shall say the glad
word;
Shall the gamuts long silent ne or give up the
tones
OF their limtless potence of possible song?
Shall hose Princes Of verse never come to the
thrones
OF their time supreme nor fill up the wide
OF the gladdening earth while it glecfully
The approaching of harmones. waited for
long?
o, it must be n part of the dominant scheme
That, cnfranchised and free as the light on
the waves,
Shall he song, never heard but in Prophets
wild dream
Make the answer ut last, that enlarges and
saves,
q, Poets, mute,-O, rhymic men!-
Somcw hcre-Somewhenl
There he acts and the actors awaiting their
day,
There he weary and moling Ones looking
for rest,
There he sculptors and limners expectant al
way,
There be poets and singers awaiting God =
hest;
Must those long waiting souls be forever de
The fulfillment Of hope and the need of re-
nOwn?
Shall the less be enthroned at the last in its
pride,
And the imitess mind cover down at it's side,
While the impish OF spirit shall jeer and deride
The undiademcd great, when it fails of its
crown?
q, II must not be so, in the fast coming years.
Sweeping on with the guerdon for man
hood unknown
1t hath always been else in the dreaming Of
And fulflment of Prophecy setteth her
thronei
O,manhood great!-Ye longing men,
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES