Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1906-04-13
LAwRENcEBURG TENNESSEE FRIDAY APRIL Ia, 1000
The oetry of Easter
A sERMoNETTE: BY Fra Carolus.


happy time of sprngiug life and love, Poetry
"Rides on every passing breeze,
And turks in every flower"
IT'S now the gladstone time of Dame Ma
lures maidenhood Youthfulness pervades
permeates, upifts by an immutab!e law,
stronger than its own being, every living
thing-be it man or beast tree or flower And
with it goes poetry, with its light, and ife,and
love; for Youth and Poetry are inseparably
connected, fast bound up in fortunes and by
Fate in their happy Immortality, The young
folks will sustain me when 1 say, that, this
Easter Time so fills us with gadness aud love,
with youthfulness and poetry, that the desire
for expression becomes nostalgic--an ache.
It's Natures pictured poetry, that makes
your pulses thrill, your eyes sparkle, your
blood mount buoyantly upward, your step
elastic, as tho you walked on air as indeed you
do-your whole being floats gayly along on
swelling and limitess breezes, the balmy zeph-
yrs of your happy fancies and sweet imagin-
ings "For if poets sing to the young, and the
young hail their own interpreters in poets, tbs
because tbs the tendency of both to idealize
the realities of life, finding ever, everywhere
- Al. -. FIJI
and making the fair yet fairer, and the noble
nobler still"
There are those who cannot see life's
pictured poetry Indeed are they fortunate
who can see always with youths eager eyes,
an higher plane of human living than selfish
greed or low DESIRE Glitch your wagon to a
star" Fill your heart with kindness and love
for all Gods Creatures and then perhaps you
may realize that you have soul-an ETHEREAL
unceasing well-sprng of light, and life, and
love, which elevates, purifies and deifies life,
and is the pure poetic thought of God,whose
dvinest attribute is love:
But the world does not quite understand this
Doesn't know your life's visions and aims
The longings entanged and blending,
The limitess strength of those claims,
That Eros, the god of Fine Fancies,
In that mystical realm that seems
A foretaste of heavenly beauties.
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In the glow of passionate sunset
Is glorfed vision of Love,
And the white of the dogwood blossoms,
Gently swaying above
The ripple of laughing water
Its melody pure and sweet
And the blue wood viOets gazing
At the skies they long to greet;
Is not merely pleasing landscape
OF flowers, and waters, and trees,
Is not only the pretty picture,
The practical, plain person sees;
But scene and song of the passions,
Of pathos and power that prove
The scene of ineffabe beauty,
The song of an Infinite Love
Idealize the scenes of the Actual,
See beauty in hill and in dale,
Hear music in meadow and moorland--
In hooking birds song and whippoorwilPs
WALL
But the world does not quite understand this
To them it is foolish and wrong,
As they see only folly in longing,
And can see only evil in sohg,
Yet for us the birds are fitting
In melody toand fro,
And the brown bees buzz with pleasure
On the lily's fair bosom of snow,
In the depths of the woodbine's cluster
Turks memory sweet and sad,
For us the falling waters
Are in bows of glory clad
And the music can never be rendered
Nor the inefiabe glory seeni
No hand can e'er put upon canvass,
The flowers gorgeous sheen,
So the world does not quite understand this,
Thinks our dreaming is foolish and wrong;
Can find only folly in longing,
Can only see evil in song