Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-07-09

Wherever morn in purple splendor fills
The hoary forehead of the sleeping hills;
Trails its life blood through the iurid West
W Wherever night and Natures holy calm
Call US to Join her in her yoiceless psalm;
There the deep thoughts that haunt the burning
mind,
Plead foy a voice ana scorn to be confined,
Till, gathering strength, the fire. imprisoned long,
Leaps from tie heart and flashes into song.
In every age the poets Tyre has runs.
In every land the God-sent bard has sung.
Old memories. welded To the minstEel's rhyme.
STRAY ever down the rpped shores OF time.
In that dim past. where the shadowy legends fly,
Like spectral shades DER Iiisiory's dawnng sky,
Amid the dusk that wells in silent gloom
The Grccians trophies and the Trojan's tomb.
We hear the notes from that far distance borne.
Like the lark's hymn in poesy gi.mmerng morn,
Where the blind bard. in rhythmic ecstasy.
Tames the hoarse tumuit Of the sounding sea;
When DER the olive droop the flowers of peace,
More melting measures charm the isles of Greece;
country's wrongs Tyrtaeus' trump inspire
girls low laughter thrills Anacyeon's lyre
And love-lorn Sappho with sad streaming eyes,
Pours her Wild sorrow TO the Leshan skies.
From those loved haunts the spirit fed afar,
whelmed in the rushing Of Western war,
And. waited DER the Adriatic tide.
YEARLY rested by the Theirs side.
The perfumed minstrel's mel;ing madrigais
Soothed the proud monarch in his marble halls;
The woodland poet. with his lyric thrills.
Walked the wild echoes of the LATHAM hills.
But lyric song its earliest triumphs
In lands that basked beneath a brighter sun.
In the deep frontage Of the tropic glades,
The silent witchery of the orange shades;
The fragrant signs that load the fainting breeze;
In the fair forms that throng the dreamy isles.
Their fervid glances and their sunny smiles;
In the warm air that quivered Der the ground,
These simple hearts an inspiration found,
And Nature. singing TO herself apart
Walked glad echo In the poets heart
He poured his untaught carol on the breeze,
And Nature answered from the clustering trees
Though richer far the gorgeous fancies fly,
In the warm twilight of southern sky;
Though hearts are kindled in the torrid glare.
beauty TRANSPORTED
Yet sternest virtues and heroic forms
Wbere the hiII starih, shixa,aa anu On '1 ~ b
Where the bleak wind was shuddering In the pine,
strayed the lone seald beside the Iron shore.
And Numbered back an echo to Its roar.
Reused by his voice. which thrilled the peoped
breeze.
Odin swept iandward from the glimmering seas;
Thor's eehoing footsteps shook the vauted sky
And Nature smiled when Freya glided by.
And shall track the footsteps Of the muse
In lands yet sparkling with the morning dews?
Recall the songs which charmed the dusky dead,
Whose dust Is mingled with the soil We tread?
In the cold sunbeams that forever glow
On old Katahdn's coronai Of snow,
In the fair bay whose siivery ripples smile
In the night wind. that signing from the West,
Skaters the starlight on Missouri's breast.
The impress Of the present Deity.
And. as a. morn. he pierced the dewey giades.
To the dim spirits OF the sky and air
His song arose and trembled into prayer.
But wilder notes the waubun chanted there,
When death and slaughter clogyed the tainted air.
When the red camp fire hlckered dull and dim
On the bronzed outline of each stnewy limb.
The warrior bard. In Wild and uncouth rhyme,
Chanted the legends of the olden time
He sang the glory of the dying brave,
The battle birds. that fit above his grave,
The conflicts shock, the warpaths crouching vile,
The foeman's hate. the captiyes naughty smile;
Their Wild hearts. hrobbing at the kindng strains
Roll their red lava through the swelling VEINS
They fright the still woods with their tremulous
cries.
The hot soul glarins In their panther eyes.
All thes, gone. Our eyes no more behold
The mystery and the majesty OF old;
No more the muses. strike their vibrant strings,
In the soft splashings of Castalian springs.
The wind that stirs the grass on Maro's grave
Fans the hot forehead OF the painting slave;
The long grass mods upon the TToad plain,
Green In the sunlight, dismal In the rain.
With face unchanged eternal Nature smiles
In the green circlet OF the Orient isles;
Still. as Of old, the hoary mountains rise.
To hold grim converse with the Noriand skies:
But these fair charms answering voice inspire.
Silent the harp. and Quenched the heavenly dre;
From storied crag. from naiad haunted river.
The consecratins Light has passed forever.
Think not the soul has persisted. II has gone
In other lands to light brighter dawn.
As the frayed nymph that ned from Arcade
Rssssd through ths gioeny caverus Of the -,