The Rich Hill tribune. (Rich Hill, Mo.) 1903-1911, 1905-11-02
A Trip On the ST. Johns RIvsF.

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and rose up from my bed. was 70
go to the ietties. Twas an heath
enish hour twas true, but nature
had been awake a long time. The
first gray mists of the mornings
dawn were fast developing into rays
OF light that warned the night that
like the famous Arabs OF old, she
must fold her tent and silently steal
away. for tits the days delight to
oyertake night in it's flight and tease
the poor thing 20 death.
We dressed ourselves and started
down TO the dock 20 await those
who were to take us on our way 70
spend a happy day. made reso-
luton that was to work revolu-
tion in the passing OF the day. !
resolved. in the words Of Bryant
that ''talk shop surely would not
Away! I win not De to-day.
The only slave Of toll and cnne.
Away from desk and dust, Away
III be as idle as the air.
Beneath the open sky abroad.
Among the plants and breathing
things.
The siuless, peaceful works Of God.
IN share the calm the season
brings
This proceeded 20 do forthwith.
After little delay we soon got un-
der way. Cutting through the wa
ter and the sky, the Shearwater
soon took her way through the wa
ters who are so hurried they have
no time To mark tracks upon the
shining. moving bosom OF the Saint
Johns river.
The morning was a beauty. The
air was refreshing and balmy. The
clouds We're breaking up their con-
vention OF the night, as tho afraid
TO have the morning come on them
unawares aud gid their curiously
wrought forms with shlning gold,
heautiiui 10 behold. We had not
long been gone from the dock when
the sun came up smiling az Us over
Z the curiousIy shaped belated clouds
Of night James Bell once wrote.
How brightly beams the morning
on the world.
Making all n8ture dewy, fresh and
sweet.
From flowers and grasses gllnting
at our teet
I To sott-tiecced clonds round far hor-
I lions curlfs1l
The dawn's resplendent banner Is
uuturled,
Z Flaming o'er mountain peaks that
sonT 10 greet
/ The dagspring. Ger chasms down
whose dim retreat
4 Night-shaking cataracts are cease
less hurled.
] The agAworn world reuews its
golden prime,
Z We see. with undimished beauty rise,
4 Above gray hills deep wrinkled by
old time,
: Morn's spaudars f9rroNing uu-
wasted sGius.
+. lso, gWat cp,atiou's mirahlc sublime
Z DAILY repeats Itself hcfone our eyes
/ And this was certainly true upon
this day should think night
would be- glad to be put 60 Hight
with such beauty aud glorious hght.
/ nid you ever nation how beautiful
aud tyae the semi-circle az the bend
ol the river where the Arlington riy,
er aud FOxhurgh creek Join hand.
] with the waters OF the saint Johns
icommonciug with the koyston,
! hlut and ending with South Arllns
tous Scc the houses partially hit
amid the trecs. whose occupants arr
caroicd to slccp hy the nocturna
fuggs sung hy the winds as the,
. go souRhlug through the tnee tops
, How sweet the cadenced mcasur
traten out hy lte Ntcs lt must h
che Introduction Ga the "paradls
song. The blum j. thing oi hcnu
, a.. decked with monarch oaks Ice
tooned with living moss while hen
and there a bunch oi bamboo grows
and every ilttle while Cabhag
Palmetto chants its song oi llle q
be carricd un the wind q eaFs eSge
60 listen te rlGs,s sNcss. a.
, HoW prone Ia meiltatc are pee
; pie When the spirit Of harmony 5
) abroad. some mocking birds wer
] gnly chlrplng mid the oaks au.
IIoss, lnc thought 81 I.ee Wilso.
: nodd an il,e Century. and bis
FnAIL StNuERs on To-nAG.
"FHin singers Of to-day, your sou.
issweef.
Z The words that yc repeat
. Are cumcly. making music as the
pass
W Faint Is the singing glass
,i kuhlod hY "a moistcned hugcr. roam
ai and round
n Circles the ritu ni SQUAD.
A thin Nrt poignant cry, Rut yts
~ teniay
h Mcn sang munller way.
flucking rough GURUS ui strcngt
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