Omaha daily bee., 1910-11-13

long gone by. Iney VIII soon nave choral
dances"
Il am not 80 optimistic" cried out Cal
Hope, who was seated with a tablet and d
stylus in front Of her. Il fear that the
children Of men regard not Heroic Poetry.
nor ElOquence. nor Rhetoric The bards, II
there be any. sing not as bards used 70
sing. They chronicle the deeds Of brutal
physical creatures struggling for puginsto
supremacy before thousands of people, and
this, in pages of prose. There are no
Heroes Therefore, there IS no Heroic
Poetry. The Heroes of the Spirit are not
considered heroes among the children Of
men.
Eloquence, where is II? They have a say
ing. Money doth talk" and that n their
eloquence. We know It will not always be
so. for we can see with the prophetic eye
because we are MUSES.. But as for me- they
have made an image of me, a concomitant
Of the circus, which screeches and bellows
through metal pipes. throughout the streets
OF the city and the country. And such IL
CalHope. They even call me Kally-ope."
The face Of Melpomene was a study as
she stood, as though looking towards zeus,
her face sad, for the moment, under her
crown OF vine leaves. In the right hand
she held a mask and on her foot was a
cothurnus, or buslSin, the badge OF the tragic
actor. Turning around she said to calliope,
"The World is a Tragedy. The world
woos not the Tragic Muse, as / too well
know for the world is so busy making It's
own little tragedies. They are acted in
real life every day. occupy my time in
spring with divine strains the lonely poet
who wanders on the hiIisides. and to him
? - ~,
sorrow from those who win take the time
to listen to him"
but they love me-" sang Thaha. Il
send them Comedy and Burlesque and when
they listen to me, they ara cheered and re-
vived. But even me they will net listen to
always. They do not win from me 1.-THE
Of what would gladly give them. They
make their own comedies and they continu-
ally degenerate burlesques, until the people
themselves are becoming weary. Some day
they will look back to me for the true
comedy-some day they will know the
source OF their real delight"
Erato, whose special office was the in
spring Of Love-songs. looked sadly at her
Psaltery and sighed, as though in con-
temptation OF the awful things which men
write nowadays and sing In the guise Of
''love-songs."
Likewise Polyhymnia was absorbed in
contemplation and meditation, as she stood
leaning her graceful elbow on the top Of a
short pillar as II were pulpit, her face
resting gently on her hand Sacred Poetry
in her poise and bearing-the sublime spirit
OF oratory; in her. personified-the music
- Nnn and thu
mysteries Of Myth and Fable surrounding
her as with an atmosphere. But nothing
did she say. She looked yearningly To-
wards earth, as though the words Of
Sophocles were coming to her-those words
| which she had inspired him TO say:
He who neglects the Muses. in his youth
Z Has wasted ali the past, and lost true life
For all the future
And then spaks Aurania, the Heavenly
one" she who holds the globe In her hands
as a symbol that she is the Muse Of the
order of the Heavens. the Science OF the
stars and their courses.
Standing erect before the others she said
whence came these feathers that yS
wearP Do they not remind you OF con
test. when the Sirens who did not inspire
but did only charm end 'enchant.' dared
TO venture into competition with the MUSES.
and were OF course defeated, the feathers
which you wear being taken from theii
wings? Have you forgotten the fate Of
Thamyris. who presumed TO excel us, and
how we were finally obliged to take bael
again the gift we had bestowed upon him
and punish him with bllndness9 For wher'
one will not see, he might as well be blind
Gifted as We are with prophetic visioI
We know that ultimate victory is ours
What are our ideals7 We have but one
And that is 70 come down TO human home
with messages 70 those whose home Is no
always to be human. To tell mankind o
celestial spiend0rs, 80 that they may neve
rest satisfied with that which is oni!
earthly
And So
! Nine sisters, beautiful IN form and face,
Came from their convent on the shining
heights
OF Pierua, the mountain OF delights,
10 dwell among the people At its base.
, Then seemed the world 70 change Al
time ana space
splendor OF cloudlsss days and starr
And men ana manners. ana all sounds an
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