The Carlisle independent., 1906-03-15
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X Realistic Poem, Written by Lawrence Broadwell.


 A Realistic Poem Written by Lawrence BroadweIl
 INFANCY Life begins mid sunny smiles and sweet endearmens Every voice is pitched in cadence sweet and low, Every hearb throbs with sympathy and comfort For the infant life just waited to our shore Brought forth world of bewildering strangeness With sweetly cooing laugh CT fretful cries, He makes his presence felt throughout the household, And sares at every face in mute surprise There is wonderment in every look and esture, There IS mystery all around him, and above, But he quickly learns to value codding sympathy, Which enkindles in his heart the spark of love Sweetly regard the bright-e eyed little toddler, As within our hearts he each day grows more dear, And bright young life sprayed with nts of sunshine As the days of childhood merges into years
 BoYHooD. Nothing can restrain the joys of youthful nature, As the breezy woodland mead or down. Little Bare Feet wends his way i'll quest of daisies And listens to the spring birds gladsome songs To his mind the robed in gold and purple Every tint within the rainbow, blue and red, Green and yellow and these hues thrice respendent Whilst like velvet seems the grass on which he reads Every flower vies with the oriole in glory, Every leaf contains mystery in its fold, Every Till gives forth gentle, pleasant murIner, Which lends beauty and enchantment to the soul Something new each day his receives wonder, Something, which his eyes have seen before; 0 ,tis that life is furnished OCT with splendor, Iris that life is golden to the Filled with thoughts of future greatness and of grandeur Ambition its wings begin to preen, Preparing for flight so strewn with glory, As would rouse the latent envy of king Words fail to quite express his aspirations, How he longs for and fame, and thus to rise. Until the world shall stand aghast at all his greatness His name flaming meteor Ill the skies. And thus he eonjures mp most pleasing faneies,- Fances, that quite enraptlring to the soul, As he makes a list of all the worlds celebrities And his own great name stands first upon the roll Yet, life begins to have its graver troubles, For ambition tries to harmonze i'll vain, With joys that spring from chhoods blissfu ignorance, Which sees glory i'll the sunshine, and the r.in Nngling with the joys of youth, somber shadows Just enough to tinge with darkness, yet reveal That life is not an endless round of pleasure. But is sometimes cold and harsh, and strangely real
 MIDDLE AGE. One by one, the hopes of youth have slowly faided, Tossed about upon the eddying storms of life One hy the golden, brghtwinged aspirations, Have fled before the press of toll and strife. many times pierced his heart like daggers- Sorrow, which in younger days he never dreamed Could befall the lot of any human being, So different is life from what it seemed Hopes which served to fire youthful nature No longer have the power his soul to thrill, Bghted prospects and the wrecks of past ambitions. Thickly srew the trodden path of thwarted will Life has no surfeit now of joy and gladness But ill his heart he yearns, though cold and proud As he looks down through the vistas of the future, To see silver lining to the cloud.
  Life has long since passed the zenith of its glory; Vain regrets and useless mutterings fill the mind; Like ship without a rudder and abandoned He floats upon the endless of time. He does but know too we'll where he Is drifting The o life have drenched him with their sprav: Too we'll he knows the haven that awaits him, For the sands of life ebbng fast away. The goal which he sought elusive, His hopes of enduring happiness vain; And now with aching heart and feeble footsteps He totters through fes decendng plane. At last his wthered limbs grow cold and feless; The cold gray bier invites him it's pail And here wrapt in the backness of oblivion, They lay him to his rest and that Is all Note The author has written sequel to Life en Death but the poem is entrey long for pub ication
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