The Somerset reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1868-1909, 1907-12-05

She had tact, and matchle grace
And she gave US ere she left US.
Both an honored name and place.
There was one who moved serenely
As the silver moon at night,
WI en- from out the halls of heaven
She sends forth her shining light.
She was wise and learned and cultured,
And she shared her precious lore,
But our hearts are sad within us,
For she walks the earth no more.
And another you remember
Whose sweet voice was like the lark,
When he heralds in the morning
At the fading OF the dark
Every fresh note full of rapture
Like a pure celestial strain.
How it thrilled US and vet filled us
With a sweet and nameless pain.
Who will e'er forget our artist
With her dark respondent eyes.
Where unfathomed depths of feeling
And of sorrow seemed to rise1
She was strong in spite of weakness,
She was brave in spite Of pain
And amid Life fleeing changes
She found treasures that remain.
There were others whom we cherished
Who have gone the silent way,
And we wrea,he with loving garlsnds
Every empty chair today.
Life is ever transient, heeting
As a shadow when it flies,
But we know beyond the shadow
There light that never dies.
But this is no Gay Tor sadness
When our cup Of life is full
OF the very JOY OF living
In world so beautiful;
Joy of meeting, and of greeting,-
Joy in days that used to be,
And my faithful heart is happy
That you still are true to me.
Mighty rulers have departed,
Crowns been lost and countries won,
Ard nations famous battles
Have been fought since we begun.
We've gained prestige as a nation
Till among all foreign powers.
There is not ruler honored
Nor flag more loved than ours.
We have done our share Of labor
And unto our work have brought,
Earnest purpose, loving service,
And certain sum Of thought.
In life's never ending struggle
There is danger lest we bend
Higher thoughts to lower motive
For some base material end.
Work is good. but thought is better
And the wis dom Of the seers.
Is still with US though great cities
Have gone down before the years.
Labor has its place and value
But all work. and wealth Is rain,
II the soul is lost in barter,
Wrought in mere material gain.
Labor is OF lasting value
In the worlds industrial strife,
AS the thought behind the labor
Gives it beauty, strength, and life.
Nations vast and mighty temples
Will with lapse OF time ecay.
But the great thoughts Of people
Live and never pass away.
We improve by evolution,
And gain wisdom oft by change,
And by many minds attrition,
Clearer vision, wider range.
We are often filled with wonder
As LIES rugged hill we climb,
To behold new landscapes rising
From unfolding realms Of Tim.
We must see things at a distance
If we wish to Judge them right,
Living men or lofty mountains
Must be in distant light.
So today in looking backward
Through our five and twenty years,
How each olden landmark rises,
And how different it appears.
There are faces that have faded,
There are W ices that we miss,
And a thousand lights and shadows,
Lie between that day and this.
Things that seemed of mighty moment
We have often found were small,
Weighed in Times eternal balance,
That doth silent weigh them all.
Though the path has oft been weary
And our hearts were tired and sore
Love has always, like Gods angel,
Smoothed the way our feet before.
When our very souls were sinking
With Griel terror and alarms,
Noble friendships have sustained us
With their loving tenler arms.
There is much still left to live for
While the heart, or tongue, or pen
Can bring light, or help or comfort,
To the sorrowing sons Of men.
Each experience we have lived throug
Though it left a life long scar,
Has but been the means to mould us
And TO make us what we are
Let us then accept the presen
Ere its blessings slip away
Danish every cloud and shadow
From the brightness OF today.
1t shall be clasp Of silver
That shall bind for you and me.
All the happy days that have been
To the days that are to be.
There is noble work before you
That you have so well begun,
You will reap golden harvest
When your future work is done.
But though We should leave no landmar
When we 60 the siert way,
We will bring our best and highest
To the building Of today.
Let US in our daily living,
BE our bravest, do our best,
Till the twilight shadows gather,
And we 60 away to rest.
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