The Montgomery advertiser., 1909-01-17
WOMEN ano SOCIETY
MI ORGAN DREAMS.
To MT. Riensi Thoma., the Master
 Magician

To MT. Riensi Thomas, the Master
 Musician.
 II.
 Alone he sits in. the old loft
 The master silent. dnmo,,y ,y,,n muse soft
 Live sily,ry tones of some old nute. The organ sighs, breathes out US Its thousand voices singing low. My soul awakes with one sweet start. Then Iist'ns; the theme at first 'tis men surgies s1uwii faint like little streams. Mine eye-ifds close; violet dreams
 And visions come. bright heaven sent In dreams I see the shadows steal Away like, sprites of moss and 9 w9oo' Bright gules and ruby gems. Then stim while stars burn low; the day With beauty. wondrous, Joyous. gay; For unto us Is born child
 To be our Lord, cur .s Master; snnsi Hins' I The chimes peal forth. in giadness See ieaT asas' him kHeel the shepherd
 throng.
 A chord bursts forth in thundrous My dream has changed behold see The babe a man and hear him groan; Cry to his God uR99n Rs91a the hsdsn Tres' mist
 And wraps the world in mystery. The lightning gleams zigzag and liss1 The thunder moans Tn agony iris on the mount of blood stand With Magdalen and Mother saint; My head Is bent; grip my hana;
 hear him sigh; I see him fafht! | cream again. a joyous dream; Listi 'tis the trili of some skyiark! I see the glow, the golden gleam
 Of Resurrection out of dark . From out the night, the fear. the Like some white lily buried deep., yet lifts its head from midnight tomb So Jesus bursts the bonds of steeps see Him there in raiment white;
 And hear the chimes ring sweet ana Behold ii His face with holy. light.
 1 see Magdala speak to him. The spell is broke; the organ sighs
 And gurgles sweet, then murmurs The .ear sUt' drops slow; the echo dies: . The master in the organ ioLt Sits still; his hands yet 'pon the keys, His head bowed low ana ihihe o"h' The sweet and wondrous melodies. Still singing in my heart to woo Me back into the land of dreams. once more see the bright star gleams;' Once more behold the hoiy GTaad, T,sdn
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 When our loved ones or our friends die we express our devotion, our ap- nreciation, our regrets in wreaths or flowers, with. scalding tears and with honest signs.
 The dead know 1t not; = II would be to let them know while with us In life that we appreciate and cher- ish them.
 When the head of the family comes home weary. maybe embtttered by treachery, or failare or unavoidable mishap. how he's comforted by the tender words of understanding sym pathy from wife and children. Give it to him Now. Don't wait until he's dead and put A design" of immortels an his grave that will reflect credit in the family generosity, and then gather about the hearth that first mls- erable night after the funeral and say with heavy hearts: Poor pa! lie did the best he could"
 Hit the old man a loving bin right \ now and tell him he's bully boy.T He'll agree to let you. cut out the design of in1mortels If you keep 1t up long enough to help him pull over the hill where things are httle easier.
 Then don't forget Ma. She wants fo be told that she's "corking good cook" or has better taste Tn selecting your dresses than you have, or shes awfully sweet to be so pnseldsh ana ana want your girl friends or your boy friends to. know her because she's such ! a jolly good sort of a mother. She's might kiss her good night sometime es s if you don't do 1t every time, and caress her bit when you aren't going come home from out in the big world where mother wasn't to be found even when you wanted her most. Bring { her something from down town some 1 dav when she isn't looking for it. That's what she used to do for you