The morning journal-courier., 1908-02-24


 still musing on the by-gone days, Within the church l seem to hear The voice of prayer and psalm of
 praise Methinks with thee 1 wander far In quiet of the eventide, And greet with thee the rising star. And hear thy footfalls at my side. l feel great Natures touch. and To. My doubtings and my fears depart: My quickening pulses catch the glow And fervor of her mighty heart Proclaim That Night and Rest Have
 Come There standing, in the thoughtful
 hour,
 When night and day each other
 greet. question of the star and flower And sod that teens beneath my
 feet; Sweet messages of hope they bear, Sweet solace to my grief and fear, Their voices fill the breeding air With whisperings of faith and cheer, So here, with faltering hand, I write These fragments of fitful lay, That other wanderers through the
 night
 May learn what Natures voices say: The far-off murmur of the seas, The stiffness of the listening trees, Empurpled evenings twilight bars, The first faint shimmerins of the
 stars, The hush that marks the dying day As shape and shadow melt away. Commingling in the gathering gloom, Proclaim that Night and Rest have
 come. What voice, OCT hill and dale repin-
 ing,
 Bemoans the Day
 Whose latest ray Behind the west is faintly shining And sighs, OCT vale and mountain far. It's challenge to the evening star? It is the wind of night; Der farthest height, Through deepest glen, It wanders from the haunts of men, Seeking the hidden Day. Away, away, It roameth through the deeps of night Yearning for light Der thousand cities of the dead It moans, seeking the life that's fled. Asking of mouldering heap and
 crumbling stone Where have they gone, Where do they wait, Who erstwhile wore their thread oi Through warp and wool of human
 story, Tingeing it's web with shame or glory Feeding Times wonder weaving loon With strands of light or threads o
 gloom With love whose glorious patterr
 gloWa In colors of the sunset bars, Serene and fadeess as the stars, And pure as winters drifting snows Or yet with Hate, whose touch O
 blight Marks with its stain the shuttle''
 flight? Say, where are those whose hyins feet Life's fower-strewn pathway danced along
 "To Wicld Dominion Over Men, Rejoiced the fragrant hours to meet With gladsome laughter and witt
 song? The happy ones of yesterday,
 Pulsing with Love and Passion fire,
 Glowing with Youths supreme de
 sire. l Answer. ye dismal mounds. and say In all their beauty, where are they? l And those who wrought in field ant
 dell. 1 And hewed upon the mountain-side And dared the oceans heaving tide And delved earths treasures fortl l to bring.
 And made the echoing anvil ring The cunning of their art to tell? And those the grimy factory knew From blush of morn till evening shade, 1 Whose pallid faces paler grew
 In haunts where sunbeam neye
 srtayed? 1 And those of happier lot who wrough In crowded mart and those, again The Senate and the forum taught To wield dominion over men Answer. ye dismal mounds, and say, Where are these toilers hid away? Silent the mounds of drifted clay. Silent the cold and crumbling stone Silent the cypress branches sway
 And listen to the night-wind
 moan:
 Silent the night-cloud. hanging low Upon the far horizons brim- Behind, the star beams faintly glow
 Along it's vast and shadowy rim Slowly before the starry ray
 The dismal vapor melt away. And then. across the wide earth far. The shimmering splendors If a stal With joy it's pregnant beams distil
 The darkness slumbering on the hil They glitter on the dewy leas
 And quiver through the cypres
 trees:
 Each mound they touch with sot
 caress.
 And gleam on every mournful ston Whose graven tribute would mak
 known
 The wealth of human tenderness. And down the night-wind riding far
 They bear this message from tn
 star.