The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-01-18


41O.-AMONG THE WILD FLOWERS.
When all the fields are green and fair.
And all the skies serene and blue.
The woods abloom with flowers rare.
And melody fills all the air
From bird songs thrilling through,
Who would not cast all care aside,
In lone. sweet woodland paths TO stray.
Or through the gladstone meadows ride,
While some dear mystic friend beside
Makes puzzles OH the way?
Such pleasures ours one summer time,
The woods 10 roam, the mountains climb,
The sunny hills to remble Ger,
And shadowy valleys to explore
Close by little purling brook.
The puzzler first produced her book.
For there. upon Its grassy brink.
Her fayorite flower stopped 10 drink
LINKADE.
The blue sweet ALLs love for their tryst
Some cool and shady grot.
And oft. by crimson sunsets kissed,
A quivering veil like purple mist
Seems lowering Ger the spot.
scene to charm an artists eye,
Worthy poets lay.
So TWO the first his brushes ply.
With tuneful ONE the other try
The picture to portray.
A larger namesake seeks SUMMER place,
And mods her yellow head with airy grace
Far from this flower bespangled dale
We found a dark and shadowy vale,
Where countless hemlocks stately stood,
Tall guardians of the mystic wood.
Like incense from some sacred jar,
Rich odors from their branches spill;
We breathed the aroma from afar,
Sweeter than frankincense or myrrh,
Or reSinous pine, or balsamed fir,
Or cedar from fair Lebanon's hill.
Said Maude, Some goddess fair retreat.
FIT haunt for Dian chaste and fleet
To sport among these fragrant mounds,
To loiter in this cool green shade,
Or chase the wild deer through the glade
With all her nymphs and hounds"
And then we fancied far below
We saw her flashing. silver bow.
And heard, like distant music sweet,
The echoes of her flying feet,
And wailing of her hounds. But. no!
Twas but sunbeam's transient glow
Fitting through shadows sombre-hued;
Twas but the wood-dove's rustling wing
Or plaintive note the zephyrs sing.
That broke the solitude
CHARADE.
Here beneath the russell leaves, when the
ONE was young,
The evergreen Mitehella with its scarlet
Seeking TWO's and balmy airs Of spring,
we often meet
It's tiny buds SO fresh and sweet
So the TOTAL shyly creeps amid the leafy
Finding there the spicy sweets its dainty
petals hold.
Many sacred memories linger round its
No other TWO ONE ever claim.
This curious verse Matilda viewed with
retrospective eye,
Then sang 1t to a quaint old tune we knew
in days gone by;
And through the dim-aisled forest rang
A silvery echo as she sang.
Ada, the playful little maid,
Her flowers before the singer laid;
And Maude, our pilot, led US slow
Through copses sweet with eglantine,
And draped with wild clematis vine
Sudden the tangle parts. and 10!
Far down we see valley fair
With meadows broad and green, and
there.
Now darkened by the mountains shade,
Now where the mellow sunbeams played,
Tossing in waves of FURNISHED gold,
The Delaware impetuous rolled.
In this delightful spot alone,
Seated upon messy throne
We left the puzzler for time,
Far up the sleeper hill to climb.
Returning thence with wreaths and flow
erS laden,
With merry rites we crowned our mystic
And. resting in the birch trees dappled
shade,
We listened while she read her last
CHARADE.
When summer ONES with Joyous haste,
She beauties her woodland bowers;
THREE every step DER void and waste
She filings her sprays of flowers.
She TyVOs this snow-white cup Of bloom,
So warm, so radiant Is her smile;
But ALL. regardless of its doom.
Clings to her breast awhile.
The TWO-THREE grows more gay. and
brooks and rills
Mimic the birds with little tinkling trills.
Now down a rough and rocky seam
We scrambled to the road below,
And gave our eager, waiting team
The welcome leave to CO.
Then Queenie tossed her regal head,
And shook her flowing name;
Beside her Susie gayly Sped
Their twinkling feet, as light they fed,
AS merrily beat the roads smooth bed
AS drops of pattering rain.
At every step, as on we fly.
New scenes of beauty greet the eye,
And ever from below we hear
The rivers voice, now far. now near,
And often catch Its silvery CLEAN
Through the thick boughs that veil the
stream.
A laurels bloom in this fair nook
Inspires our friend-again the book.
TRANsPOsITTON.
Ambition Oft a man may TWO
To win a laurel crown;
Not only brave to dare and do,
He must be wise and Just and true,
Who merits such renown.
And he must ONE with dominant will,
To benefit mankind.
Yet use his power with tact and skill.
And tread the paths Of honor still,
For such the wreath is twined.
As on we go with rapid pace,
Winding around the mountains base,
Again and yet again, we find
The way with rhododendron lined.
Their radiant blossoms rosy white
Forming long avenues of light
Down which we passed without sound.