Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1905-09-22
LOVE TRIUMPHANT.

Nay, earring, IL WAS tHou.
and this which gives title to the book:
LOVE TRIUMPHANT.
Helen's lips are drifting dust;
lion is consumed with rust
All the galleorS OF Greece
Drink the oceans dreamless peace;
Lost was Solomons purple sho"
Restless centuries ago;
Stately empires wax and wane-
Babylon, Barbary. and Spain;
Only ore thing. undefaced.
Lasts. though all the worlds lie waste
And the heavens are overturned:
Dear, how long ago we learned!
There's a sight that blinds the sun,
Sound thai lives when sounds are done,
Music that rtbukcS the DlruS
Language lOvelitr than words.
Hue and scent that shame the ROSE
Wine no earthly vineyard Knows
Silence Stiller than the shorr
Swept by CharOn'S StealtIiS oar.
Ocean more divinely free
Than Pacific s houndleSS sea-
We who love. have learned Il true,
Dear, how long ago We knew!
Another very brilliant poem wEch
hrn.hn. natriotiSm ami has often D"eii
rrad If, churches ard on patriotic &C.
casCnS was
THE COMING SINGER.
None OF the old tunes, poet,
Give us the Song of tn" Real!
Ont OF the stun Of Freedom
Fashion 4 new ideal.
No verse in a patrons palace
From mouths that sing for {, crust.
But from nES OH me Will 1Ilo '""t : "
sire
That sing because they must!
For this is the land of our winning,
And tho Vision grows ana grows.
Shod with the sands OF Cuba.
Crowned with the klOnGike SHOWS.
A Mother Of fifty daughters.
Sunburnt and rude and strong
She has had the glory Of conquest,
And she waits the wonder Of song.
Nv our fathers swords We love her.
And every child Of her brood
These starry States that cluster
In the pure, proud SiStcrhoOu.
We will dip no quill with feathers;
We will write with Il bluntcd pen;
In the ink Of our sweat We will lind it YET,
The song that is fit for men!
And the woodsman, he shall sing it,
And his axe shall mark the time:
Ard the bearded lips OF the bOatman
While his oar-bladcs fall in rhyme;
And the man with his fist on the throttle.
And the man with his foot on the brake.
ana tnt- Uldn WHO VIII SCoIl 1T
And die for c1mradc : sake;
And the Hand that wrought the Vision
With prairi. and peak and stream
Shall guide the hand OF the workman
And help him to trace his dream
Till the rugged lines grow perfect,
And round to faultlesS whole.
For the West will have found her singer
When her singer has found his soul.
Among his best New England verses
THE CLOSED GENTIAN
See what one breath OF August did
ReDuke to persevering Art
With everv maiden mystery hid,
This perfect face, this virgin heart.
Refusing to the wanton bee
Those lips that innocence hath sealed,
A type of rustic chastity
7 hat smiles and serves but will not
yield.
The homely road. the common way,
Wearing thy beauty without pride
Till dust and time have turned it gray
A little lyric of special interest now is:
THAT FUTURE DAY.
When this warm body shall be- dust
Some datelcSS day from npw.
Still shall the reaper bind Ills Shcaf.
Still shall the ploughman rluw.
On other ears than mine shall fan
The veery'S double trill
AnothcT'S feet the sunset trail
Shall lure from hill 10 hill.
Though all forgotten then he T.
A moSsgrown thing my name.
Though every Chronlclcr forge
These hostages 10 fame |
Yet If above my fiatterd mound
Where Wild-iiCwcrS greet the rain
My childrens childrcnS childrens child
Shall twist Il daisy chain.
Though he have never heard of me,
Who shouts and leaps in play
And in the marbles shadow laughs
The summer noon away
In my white robe Eternity,
l shall look down, perchance,
And my mortal years may be
More blissful for the glance
b. a. DE WeeSe, q kingman farmer
placed seventy young chickens JUST |
Matched. near the bank of a pond, tying |
the old hens with strings So that they |
could get to the waters edge In thrcn
l'HS ms seventy chickens dwindled TO six.
an investigation revealed the fnpt ia, |