The Washington herald., 1910-02-06
I'm THE IMAGE OF GOD"

His soul shines forth like starlight.
Nature hath a charm for him, and he
freights
The birds song and the blossoms fra
GRANGE
With rich thanksgiving.
Tie will not crush the smallest weed
That filings its pendulous spray across
his path.
His pencil beguiles long hours on the
canvas.
Blending fancies gloriously fair.
He loves poetry that stimulates. tho
written in homely dialecS
He loves the solemn. deep vibrations Of
music
That falls trembling into stiffness
All his dreams are warmed in his spirits
sunshine:
All his fancies come with twin-born
melody
Rhythm is his natural language, and It
flows
From his soul as efortIess as the har-
monies Of bird
When worn and fever-fiushed, he calls
His wild thoughts
To their nests and strangies them until
sweet peace
Desceuds Ike dew at evening
He knows that the love Of applause is the
Greatest indrmty Of a noble mind.
And he sends across the current Of deep
thought
Wisdom, mingled with his sportive words
to keep
The delicate chain Of fancy FROM snap.
ping his soul asunder.
His eyes keep their Iuster and hts pulse
its quickness,
And the dew comes readily 20 his brow.
His step has the consciousness and
power Of ripe years;
His brain is surcharged with thought
The blood goes with hot haste to his
brow,
But firm hand in h.s own soft lips
touch his.
And his hot veins cool
In his arm is the athletes sinew.
Tho ofttimes he plays with great things
carelessly.
He is above all things a man,
And the world smiles him a grad wei
come.
The years have no ancient drink for him.
He drives the winter from his soul with
trumpets
And the cymbaled JOY Of spring.
He Is no shivering. beEgared thing,
But dares to dream the vintage IS for
him.
He never claims 10 be greater or lower
Than any other Of the sons Of men.
But he IS the poet Of the natural
The divine melody OF life IS his.
And he Is not afraid Co sit on nature 8
knee
He listens 70 the music Of humanity stiu
and sad.
But music 20 him always
He kindIeth in his heart the fame that
"thinketh no evil "
He 10 a man.
And submits TO pain and sorrow because
It is inevitable.
He never willingly iuaicts 4 pain
His philosophy the sky that embraces all
clouds,
And accounts for all clouds.
He loves quaint romances, scraps OF pas
sionate verse.
That have the power TO bring fire TO his
lips and eyes.
No hand ever refined a steed more gal
lantly
And he loves some lone. Wild path.
And his soul is filed with wild hopes
and ambitious thoughts.
He loves the sweet Eden found under
the shade Of Gods trees.
He has the strength, the chivalry, the eye
OF his Father,
But his lips are Ike his mothers.
His smile. his glance. are hers, and his
unqUiet gladness.
He fingers with pleasures eye and quick
eRing pulse
Before glowing pictures that he loves
With a warm. living, human love.
He has the courageous dynamic forces
alert and keen.
He looks his victim in the eye with no
pomp Of power.
But his pride is ever well placed. Ike
a castle set upon a mountain
All womanhOOd does homage 10 his
strength.
The life that coils around the hearts OF
women
Leaps thro' their veins when across life
His football rings.
He Is charitable as the air
And generous as nature.
He is not afraid Of lifc's ways.
And he IS rs candid as light.
When death is near, and he hears
The muffied drums, the "bony terror"
The victor who overpowers him at last.
And in some great world
He spreads his wings
Star-like flowers will spring up 20 cover
his dust
And in the realm above
IN the angels he will see the light Of
women's eyes.
They will know their own; there will be
no surprise.
ALLIE SHARPE BALCH.
jan :. 1910. 1876 EueHi street.
Los Angeles Remarkable Growth.