Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1905-01-26

Song!"
What of the Night. Waterman. are
shadows fast in fiight?'
And the Waterman cries: 80 dreamer.
the broad hills blaze with light!
The valley its voice has lifted, the color
takes the clod,
And the harvest song rings clear and
strong, where the great fields smile
to God"
Light all the loved land blesses: Autumn
a garland weaves,
And with her glimmering tresses the
reapers bind the sheaves;
The granny fields aglitter. as If, where
lifeline runs,
God scattered the gold of the stars there,
and the silver of the suns.
o fields, where the skies rain mama!
where the fervid summers shed,
Burn beauty in the blooms, and change
the wind waved blades to bread!
You are reading now the story of Toll in
the lavish land,
And the seed that dreamed of the har-
vest, low In its cell Of sand.
Ye knew the travail Of heaven--the storm,
with it's thunder train
OF clouds, Ger the red stars driven: Ye
have thirsted for the rain,
When the seven-fold furnace fires of the
Sun came binding bright.
AND the rose was a flame, and the lily
only ashes of light.
Ye heard, in the midnight stiffness, the
murmur of hill and glen;
The world winds waited to you the voice
of the dreams of men;
Ye heard the steps of the Morning
echoes of sweet prayers said
In the hottest hush of heaven" Give us
our daily bread!'
| And we answered, in the harvest-in the
breath of all your blooms
In a voice Of low sweet music-in the
| waving of bright plumes;
| AS we received from heaven, SO did W
ever give:-
Your raiment to the needy-your life
that world might live
But 10, your golden guerdon!-It blossoms
| in sweetest dreams:
In the whirr of the wheels, fleece freight
ed-in the deep, barque- burdenet
In flame lit cots and cabins. where JOY
| in the lights impearled,
| And the lambs of the fold are sheltered
from the dread wolves of the world
| Your fame, far-1own DER the waters, t,
the fettered and the free
In the shouting of the captains-in thu
deep song of the sea;
| A song the sea winds echo from far At
lantic strands,
AS the brave barques cleave the pillows
with joy for the waiting lands.
Sing me no song of battles-of guns an,
glittering shields
Sing me the soils song Poet-the Mar
seillaise of the Fields!
There wave your Freedom banners-ther
stand the bright brigades,
Life in their glittering columnS-Libert
In their blades!
Hear what the Soil sings to you-born
on the inland gales;
aye bind the high heavens blessings a
we bind my sheaves and bales:
1 answered the toll of the human, wher
the plowshare clave the sod,
And the labor of mute mllionS-the dunn
brutes, serving God!
"O'er the naked world the splendor of m
raiment i have thrown;
The City's firm foundations are stron
in my strength alone;
For me ascend to heaven the Temple
thunder-s strains
The litany Of my lilies, the paean of m
plains.
my sons, they bear me witness fror
ample east to west;
They stand in the courts of Kingdom
who knew my mother breast;
But for my food and raiment, would y
build your towers strong?
Your seas were shipless deserts, vol
cities a dreamer'S song!
Thanks for the Soils brave lesson! Whei
the humblest daisies nod,
Each breath is praise all perfect-eaC
bloom is q Thought of God!
| And the world shall wear a garland
the Harvests gold and white,
Till toll is done, and the, reapers sha
sing LIES last Good night"
Frank L Santon in Atlanta Constitl
ton.
Leaves as Weather Prophets.