The Republican journal., 1909-07-08


follows:
TOMORROW
Tomorrow our holden eyes
May see the light;
Tomorrow our climbing feet
May press the height;
Tomorrow our lips may touch
The cup of bliss;
So we look away to another day.
Ignoring this.
Tomorrow we will be strong
And face the fight;
Tomorrow we'll conquer wrong
And do the right
Tomorrow we will attain
The higher place
And look our last on a vanished past
With cheerful face.
Tomorrow we will be kind
To those we love,
Tomorrow, the things which jar
Well live above
Tomorrow we will be true
To all our dreams,
For better day is on its way
To US, it seems.
But tomorrow is gliding fast
Into today;
And other days, well as this,
Will pass away,
Their ghostly forms our fingers strive
To grasp in vain;
So We'll live each day as best we may,
Nor wish to live again.
Then vocal solos by Mrs. E. P. Frost; read
ing, by request, of another original poem by
Mrs. Robertson; piano duets by Miss G. S. Pratt
and amusing array of excuses from others
who could, but would not, make the program
longer.
"Who will go to the mountain top was re-
sponded to by about dozen, and the climb be-
gan. The summit is 1880 feet above sea level,
$50 from its base and mile from the house.
The distance seemed short and was covered in
an incredibly brief time although the occasional
groves affording delightful resting places
where the glasses were used to advantage, and
delicious wild Strawberries, caused an occasional
halt in the bright sunlight. The view from the
top is charming The writer has been on all
the other heights in our county and admired
the views, has been awed and charmed with
the White Mountain scenery, but for beauty
and variety it is difficult to surpass this There
is nothing grand or wonderful about it, but it
seemed as if you had seen it in waking dreams
that follow the quiet after the best feelings
have been stirred by music, poetry or art. 1t
is pastoral scene. The very top is ledgy and
the strong wind blew US about so roughly that
the writer was obliged to ask for assistance in
using the field glasses. In the scene before us
were five counties; the White Mountains and
Mount Katahdin in the distance Camden
Mountains; and near at hand Hogback and
Haystack, Belfast bay and seven lakes and
ponds were pointed out. After giving up the
glasses we found sheltered seat in the ledge
and looking at the clouds, which were unusual
ly beautiful, indulged in day dreams until the
party were ready to make the descent
| The hostesses knew what would be accept
able after two-mile sprint in the warm sun,
and delicious ice cream and cake were served.
After few minutes rest an interesting visit
was made to the deserted house, over a CEN
tury old, the first built by the Misses Frye's
ancestors when this section of the country was
in the rough. Old pictures and books were ex-
/ amined on the lower floor; but fear prevented
further investigation.
"Old King" the horse owned so many years
by the late Rev. George E. Tufts, has his home
here and received many caresses from old time
friends. The oft respected adieus of 1--WE have
had delightful visit" 81 have thoroughly en-
| joyed the day" had a ring of earnestness that
was refreshing as the party took their seats
for the drive home in the most charming hours
of the day. The fear of the fast approaching
shower caused the lunch baskets to be forgot
ten. Just as the shower struck our party were
fortunate to find refuge in barn where the
polite owner dispensed courtesy which was
most gratefully received. In a few minutes
after the rain ceased we said good night at
home, hoping the rest Of the party had been as
fortunate as we were in finding shelter in the
fierce squall. Thanks for the kindness of the
c. L. S. c. Club and the genial hostesses at the
Frye farm pleasant and interesting day had
been spent.