The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1904-06-24

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Oympian bards who sung
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young,
And always keep us SO.
-Emerson-Ode TO Beauty
God sent his singers upon earth
With songs Of sadness and of mrth,
That they might touch the hearts of men.
And bring them back to heaven again.
-Longfellow.
Music is the mediator between the spir-
itual and the sensual life. Although the
ates through music. yet is blessed in this
creation, which, like every crea tlon of
art, is mighter than the artist.-Bee-
thoren.
Under the influence of music we are all
deluded in some way. We imagine that
to which they lift hearers We are reluc-
tant to admit that man may blow the
most soul-animating strains from his
trumpet and yet be a coward: or melt an
audience to tears with his violin, and Yet
be heartlcss profliga te.-Hilliard.
| is all right, provided he don't run after
humbugs. He has the making in him of
| very great naturalist.
A good farmer is better than poor
doctor, and good horcshoer is better
than a poor bishop
Hast thou attempted greatness?
Then go on;
Back-turning slackens resolution.
-Herrick.
Tell your master that if there were as
many devils at Worms as tiles on its roofs
would enter.-Martin Luther, April l6,
1921.
High minds of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs remorsc,
Fear, for their Scourge, mean villains
Thou are the torturer of the brave
Scott "Marmoan."
Behind a frowning providence
he hides smiling face.
-Cowper.
For one swallow does not make spring,
nor yet one fine day.-Aristotlc.
If there comes little thaw,
Still the air is chill and raw
Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribbes down q marshy flood;
Anklc-deep you stick in mud
In the meadows while YOU sing
This is SPRING
C p Cranch.
| For science is like virtue. its own OK
| Feeding great reward.-Charles Kingsley,
| And there's lust in man no charm can
tame
| Of loudly publishing our neighbours shame;
| On eagles wings immortal scandals t1v
| While Nirtuous actions are but born to die
-JuNcnal SutircS.
| Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate:
And whatever sky's above me
Heres q heart for every fate
Byron to Thomas Moore
In the spring a livclicr iris changes on the
FURNISHED dove;
In the spring young mans fancy lightly
turns to thoughts of love
-Icnnyson, "Lockslcy Hall"
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver white,
| And cuckoo buds of yellow hue
DO paint the meadow with delight
Loves Labor Lost"
1t is the season now to 10
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two IN fairyand
robert Louis Stevenson.
The holy spirit Of the spring
Is working silently.
George Macdonald
The hoyhood of the ycar.-Tcnnyson.
Oh, the lovely hclcness of an Apr!l
uay!-W. IL. Gibson,
Every tear is answered by blossom,
hVI N.Y., sign with songs and laughter
Applee.,,bIooms upon the hrcozes toss them,
april knows her own and is content,
Susan Coolidge.
Now, The noisy winds are still;
All the spring is in her train,
Led by sEiining ranks Of rain;
.sodassn sun and a'a'ter' ratter.
All things ready with Will
ApfllS coming UP the hill,
Mary N2pes Dodge.
Tho children with the strean1lets sing.
When April stops at last her weeping;
and every happy growing thing
sleeping.
Lucy Larcom.
Christ the Lord is risen today
sons of men and angels say
Eaise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens and earth reply
Charles Wesley
Springs bursts today.
t'or Christ is risen and all the carth's al
play.
Iii iSliild u. 1tOSScttl.
L think of the garden after the rain:
=. ana nope to my heart comes singing,
at morn the cherry blossoms will b,
white
And the Easter bells be ringing"'
Edna Dean Proctor
Q risen Christ! o Easter flower,
How dear thy grace has grown,
FROM East to West. with loving power,
Make all the world thine own.
Phillips Brooks
Twas Easter Sunday. The rul-blos-
Sorled rreoS 'i0H'