The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1908-09-03
Songs OF his fashion bring
The SWANS together.
And when the west is red
With the sunset embers,
The lover fingers and sings

subject, the Aborigines; nor should he
resurrect hermit Bogue on this occa-
sion; but that he had brought himself
in his blouse by the Sea-"
A few stanzas taken here and there
will afford glimpse of its trend:
"Let me live in house by the side of the
Where the ships of the world go by,
Where their sails appear and disappear
On the line of sea and sky.
Where the rose blooms sweet at the open
door,
That looks on the cliff and strand,
The gray sea wall, the thusfar bound,
That was set by an unseen hand.
Where the sailor went out on his voyage
world round,
But returned not again for aye;
On coral bier in a crystal crypt
He's sleeping the years away.
l hate the black and bitter sea;
| love the smiling tide;
| kneel and kiss the monarch's hand,
That bears rule so wide.
The sea, the restless, briny sea,
Holds drugs and metals rare;
But science raises her shining lance
And pierces the night and air.
She hurls against the sleet-clad winds
Her million candle light,
And laughs the mariner to sleep,
Hammocked in blacklist night.
She sings her messages OF cheer
In pulsing ether lays;
She wings voice across the seas,
The miracle Of days.
Let me live in house by the shore of the
sea,
For race of men stood here,
Too near to the dawn of creations morn,
To know a shade of fear;
Too near to the great lives in the sea
And the earth and radiant air
Too near to that from which they spring,
To have thought of care.
Then the Norseman came through the north
ern sea,
And the north wind blew him hard,
1t blew him aback Oh the foamy track
OF the Celtic monk and bard.
But the Vikings hands were stained with
blood
| And fire was in his brain;
He carried his rage upon the rocks,
| HI Knocked the wind and rain.
| From the skulls of his foes he drank their
blood.
| That his own blood came to be,
| And flowing into and out of his heart,
1t tanned his progeny.
| Then he better loved the soil and bay
! Than he loved the berg and wind;
| He hailed the dawn of a fairer day
| And wished not so hard he'd sinned.
| Let me live by the sea, when league away
| No nation can claim the wave:
It's the worlds highway, and its battlefield,
| Its treasure vault and grave.
One night when no stars in heaven were
seen
For the haze that swept the sky,
Old Boreas, the northwind sang to me,
| With tear froze in his eye"
There follows a song of the North
wind. The second part of the Canto,
the usual droll part, is entitled ''The
Two Sailors" and treats of two lads
who had an ambition to go to sea, but
, fortunately got over it and got out of
| it, and got back to school seaSonably to
dodge an ignorant and commonplace
life. Driven back from port to their
country home on the bluff representa-
ton of a seaman, their mates greeted
them so that
They much preferred laundering ship,
| The drowning sailors fate,
To the hard gibes and diatribes
That fell upon their ears,
A tempest that seemed destined then
| To blow for many years.
| There remains but a mention of re-
marks by the new Duke of Bachelors
dale, Edward B. Malley, Esq, of Cam
bridge, Mass,-the freak? No, no, the
feature, whose opinion of the Dale and
of the Dale meeting was modestly de-
sired, but not asked, for had it been
asked, he might have promptly said,
'Put your question in writing" and
for an answer to that his heavy fee
might have put the Dale under a stag
gering obligation for many day. He
had been given excursions in al dlrec-
lions, that he might look upon our Cir
Gle of hills and mountains, our dales of
villages and homes, lake and stream,
| field and forest; and withal the birth
place of the chief of the clan at North
Searsmont, whose landscape is unsur-
passed in lines of quiet beauty. Like
the queen of Sheba at Solomons court,
he declared the half had not been told,
but unlike her condition there was
more spirit in him when he had seen
and heard all, and he poured it right
grand finale, indeed! His praise of the
ed Then he paid his respects to the old
chief of the clan, saying, "People in
Cambridge ask, do you know Phillips?
Does he ever laugh?' l must direct
them to the Dale meeting to find out"
All, me! do they not know that in hui
man life among Gods sweet brooks
and birds true joy and mirth are born?
that in the hard faced market and in
the presence of purple robed power the
heart (the oracle of the Eternal Con-
sciousness) saddens. The knee Shaping
mirth of the boy will not sport in the
zenith of life amid the dust and din of
great centers of cosmopolitan popula-
| ton. For true and innate expression
it must get back to its habitat. How
beautiful are the homes where our an
cestors, the fathers and mothers, were
settled or born, and lived and died! No
crime has left the shadow of its dark
ened soul upon their walls. The true
and lofty impulses of imperfect but as
piripg souls are traced in ala mighty
throng of hopes and resolves that beat
against and batter down the prison bars
of fate, and appeal to the Creative
power for a birth immortal and a per-
feet day. HAIRBRAIN.
August %, 1908.