Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1908-06-06

doctor or lawyer, Wnetner Le ".
statesman or scholar he will be able
to say with General Chamberlain
| "when l was called 1 answered with
the best there was in me-"
The poem, written by Paul Jones
Newman of Fryeburg, was delivered
by Jasper j. Stahl of Waldoboro. The
poem which was full of good thoughts,
was well read. 1t reads as follows:
THE IVY POEM
We are like welvers of "a motley cloth.
Creating each a patten with his life.
Real friends are patient guides who teach
TO deity ply the shuttle OF our fate,
And weave a lovely fabric of the soul.
They watch with us the growing green's
Or ininsle tears with tears. and fool oui
With Find reproofs and ceaselrss they
The fingers in their newly-learned art,
TO thread with golden beads this com
mon life.
The background is the SOUL we artisans
Must weave with every act designs
or fitting color line and space, to beau
tify
A colorlcss material; yet pure
AS dazzling light to spotless SHOWS. sc
The gift when we received it with oui
life.
Oh. may we not with careless workman,
ship
Its light Respondent cause to dim or dull
And find it stained with tears of bitter
ness!
How richly thine untiring sons have
wrought:
Immortal shine their lives in lovely deeds
Like great Arabian tapestries unrolls
In Oriental splendor all the web,
For use and beauty subtly joined and
Sraced
And glorieied with an unconscious art
A ce;lseless prayer of thankfulnass.
Anon the work is splashed with saudy
hues
Which jar like discorls in a symphony;
Yet narring slight its magic symmetry,
But clearer show its innate loneliness.
Corsisi elcv Its tne-spun texture gives.
Each kindness glows with gem-like radi-
And tender thoughts weave flowing trac-
While love enhances it a thousand fold.
And sorrow haliows, shades and Sofiens
So SHINES the perfect work. We marvel
And awestrucl1 at its superhuman grace
And feel how near the heaven really is
We scan our patterns slender-thread AIDED
And see too we'll how poorly we have
wrought.
Reproach is uttered in each errinS line
III VAIN we moe otlI ldtts, sup pul 'f'l D
The pattern flashes on the inward eye
W. feel how great our inperfecrion is
Yet we may find a solacc in the Thought
That in the meanest work some beauty
charms,
And through the false the threads OF
truth will CLEAN. 90
@, Alma Malta, proud and pure, witt
So skilled in giving. thou hast taught
That there is more in life than knowledge
more
In good than art. and so thou hast be
uueathed
A love that links and birds us heart tt
In varied hues each man adcrns his
work.
In deeds of lowly. ever mean reputc.
| part with humble shades of quiet gray
| Or sombre black. tone down and softer it
But modern flowers need no Christening
| light,
| They i've a lesson to the brighter ones
And withcred. fade Ger half their HE i
| passed.
Again the web with tragic purple glows.
AS flames of furtive East at dawn, o
The violet sllendor into sable night.
Or as wounded white doves spotles
breast
wine red.
So grows the varied cloth with winch W.
Adorn our home, our caSll-hedi' ;
| We would not have unfinished ceilS, mere
vOidS ~
All wrought of pearl without, within
But vacancy of empty sound ana dark
Mere lifeless. stolrl-tossed sea shei's ol
the strand. ,
Mere fa1iltless domes concealins God!
| great lieht.
| All truth ami Beauty aid us in our task
The wealth of Autumn's regal stores IT,
or crimson. gold and green. it's at
mOSnhere
OF hazes. soft and light as any veil
OF midt-li&e gosSamer or nhest laet
| our lovely campus III the soft nigh
List iw the silvely moon and myiid star
Or wrapped in mantle pure serene enc
| whit
Till rairv!aud of wondrous beauty Gloam
| Amid the weird fastastic shadows cast
| BY leafless naples ON the snow Ast'n
! The warm. sweet KISS OIL optiiS ''h'
| quick response. -,
| Tho deep grass drains the hiSitiN la'i
! dew,
AIort the featrcry elins. their graceful
| heads
Are lifting in the gentle wind to form
| A shelter for the nesting birds. We hea
| Affair." the deep-tnned roar of rushing 1;ll
THAT slip and glide and culver as the.
Like bcInded dragons in ceaseless fifht
| .Vc feel their uncuenchcd fire stir GU
hearts.
Go Nature ouickrnS fancy constantly.
| Ana helms us weave the trucr richer clot
So every place n wOrkroOm is, and nor
10 ,se the finest fabric has been ours.
q sacred chapel, thou, the en- pity loom
| Hast shown the .saintlicst stuffs. until
The angels feel the brcathlts IS spell, an
near :.
The Spinner draw. to aid the living .oor
TO catch the heetirg visions in its m"sf
And fine celestial glimpses IT. the WEB.
How soft thy bell has stirred the ecnoe
And ftfuil flames have hared thy trump
immortal burns thy spirit in our souls;
Here filst we learned thy time-enchaEte
Enriched l.v rivalry and rranly strife:
| And knew the worth of pleasure ana G
Tie gift of live. the tender boon of deatf
How, oft amid encirc!ine boughs weV
TIL, graceful spires cleave the blue. O
rise
Like snrhre. spectral ghosts IN shroud
| like mist.
Or penitertiai monks in garb of gray.
A,lown thine aisle the softened sunbeam
fall ,
And rich -hued light streams through tn
gorgeous panes. ,
A kindly blessing on the pictured walls.
which glow in silent beauty as they she
High heavens blessing on us. bowed l
Sweet memories of those who hallowe
this -,
Fond place with upright lives arise lik