Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1904-11-22
READ AT KNOWLT0N.

The following poem was read by Mrs.
L. Guenther at an entertainment given
at Knowlton on Friday evening, Nov.
18th. 1t was illustrated during the
reading by F. A. Wilcox. The rendi-
ton of the same was highly compli-
mented and was a very popular number
of the program.
FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
Behold child is born within our fold,
Endowed with love and blessings dear untold
His parents proud fondle and caress him
Laugh at the baby pranks, their love to win.
He makes the home a paradise so rare
The sunlight cleaning through his golden hair
His sweet and childish prattle all the day,
Sends dark sadness, in mammals heart away
Again, we look into this little life
The age has come, for pocket, string and knife.
Tiny fingers cut comes for mothers kiss
That heals all wounds great or small never miss.
Time passes on without thought of care
And welcome grand ennobling school days rare.
When books come first and play. the after thought
He struggles on with lessons bravely taught,
But study hours DER, such fun galore.
With hook and line, and bat and ball in store,
Now passes on the childish age so dear
And broader lines are his despite the tear,
Lo! mustache appears, so very trim,
A hat, fashion DEGREES. with narrow brim,
a business suit now takes the place of youths
Hereafter he must battle with lifes truths,
But stop, he thinks not yet, there is a field
OF oats. so wild still he must know their yield,
A sylvan voice seems numbering low, come
While in our youthful prime, let us be dumb
To all good pledges, only wine aid rum
Can eulogize the glory of son.
He passes ON one field and then another.
Heeds not the warning words of a mother.
For curiosity lends enchantment
Fun and frolic upon his mind are bent.
Now, the boy changes. he can realize.
That time is money" and life ere he dies.
Must bring him love, home, friends and happy
DAYS,
A Iassie dear, has won him with sweet ways.
Pride and love, within his young heart now loom
And together, their work will surely bloom,
1t is well. for "time and tide wait for none''
Each must toll and work, that all may be won.
Opportunities come and went for him,
Combined many circumstances within,
The daily, yearly, routine of life
That brought the wrinkles showing manly strife.
And glasses now adorn his handsome face
Prophetic hints, that time will win the race
Natures charities. now grown very weak
And grey hair, commences the dark to streak.
The period for baldheads now haseame,
The sharp-scythed reaper delights to Ger run.
Our brave hero's pathway with aged thoughts,
That causes him to stumble, aud then stops.
To think and spend the hour in thoughtful prayer
With memories of all so rich and rare.
The bliss of youthful DAYS seem far away,
Another step and they are gone to stay
Anon he stops to wonder at the change,
The Ideal life is now longer range,
All spite and malice. toward friend or foe,
Is buried deep, with no more thoughts of woe.
While, love for each, within his heart remaips,
Now studies up the profits, loss and gains
Then silently, he leaves his hopes behind.
His eyelids close, and sleep has conquered mind
First the cradle, youth, manhood, then old age,
This seems to be our earthly heritage.
We look again, the sepulcher and gloom,
Are meeting out, the human parents doom.
And after all, we ask the question why
Are we borni 1t seems so hard to die
Yet, when the race is DER, methinks there lies
A home so sweet and tranquil in the skies.