Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1903-01-11
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through heavens un1dtnomdolof depths,
or brave
The fury Of. the. northern hurricane.
And battle his plumases In the thunder's
home.
Furls his broad wings at nsghttau. and
sinks down
To rest upon his. MISUNDERSTANDING
Time
Knows. not the weight. OF sleep or weari-
ness,
And nights deep darkness has no chain
to bind
Ills rushing pinton- Revolutions sweep
Ger earth. like troubled visions Ger the
breast
OF dreaming sorrow; cities rise and sink
Like bubbles on the waters fiery isles
Spring, blazing. from the ocean and go
back
TO their mysterious cavarns; mountains
To heaven their bald anH blackened cliffs.
and bow
Their tall heads to the plain: new en-
pires rise.
Gathering the strength OF hoary centu-
ries,
And rush down Ike. the Alpine avalanche.
Startling the nattons:i and the very stars,
fon bright and burning blazonry of God,
Glitter awhile In their eternal depths.
And, like the Pleiad. loyeliest5 of their
train.
Shoot from their glorious spheres. and
pass away,
To darkle In the trackless void: yet Time,
Time, the tomb-huilder, holds his fierce
career,
Dark. stern, all-pitil4ss., and pausess not
Amid the mighty wrecks, that strew his
path,
To sit and muse like, other, conanerors.
Cpon the fearful ruin. that he. has
wrought.
GEoRGEzn PRENTICE.
Richmond, Va. 1891
The Harhor Light, OF Home.
When Ger the land the. twilight falls.
nd deepens into night
{ The Pole. Star guides the mariner.
TIL darkness fades IN light:
His hand upon the pilot wheel.
He scans the starry dome:s
And then ahead he looks and sees
The harhor lights Of home
The furrowed brow, the sunhurned face,
And calloused hands, reveal
His battle with the elements.
And service at the wheel;
Ills eyes, stern. fixed to pierce the gloom
across the hilIowy foam
Relax, as q ere the wave ha sees
The harbor lights OF nome
No keen regret, nor turturtnS thought
OF storms upon the deep.
And days of hard. and weary toll.
I'll H1S5IllAE Waeu ltOnSH CQU1d[ SleSps
Inc Pole. Star sheds Its lambert. light.
Down from the silent dome.
He IS thinking of his loved ones
And the harhor lights Of home.
What matter If the storms have ragged.
And angry bt iInUs roared,
Or scuddtng fast before the gale,
The masts went. BY the board.
Els past, the port o. peace Is nigh.
The good ship cuts the: foam.
And thesPole- Star guides: him safely
To the harbor lights Of home.
AS We sail lies traekless ocean.
The storms may never cease,
Through the Ions. Long. night We pray
for the, light,
rh hna sgh f9r g05 T e 1 nadse US
We shah never bas left alone;
With the eve OF faith we shall see ahead
The barber lights OF home
Aid the 11ghfnfng bolts Be hurled;
:. Create He that r. in. yau;
Than he that Is IN the World
3 Our pilots hand fs steady.
nd with a. power to US UNKNOWN
He is able-to keep. till we anchor beneath.
The harhor lights o. horns
So child OF the Kingdom be fearless,
In the midst OF thu, storm he calm.
For every dart thar piercsa the heart
z Isl dipped in Gi1ead's Balm
Through suffering he maAeSeus perfect.
That through ua may the glory be
known.
OF Him Who guides through tha storms
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70 the harbor lights Of home.
II. If. MOORE
Manchester Va. 1a0a
AT NIGHT
I IKE 10 ait around the IRE
md read while al IS st
When darkness wraps shs world With
out,
And e am left at viii
The noise and care OF day distract
ss. And ErosSer things abound
Ard all my thoughts OF higher life
In this rast seas are drcanad
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