Connecticut western news., 1912-05-30

ITO my friend H. H., of the New Haven BarI
 [ContinuedI Thro' brush and briar, OCT logs and
 tangled roots And slippery stones we climbed the
 twisting course Of this steep boiling brook. Tossing cold sheets Of spray into the sun, it poured it's flood Down bright bed of jagged granite
 slabs. Soon at the opening of the shadowy glen We stood on black and dripping stones
 and gazed Up on the tumbling snowy foam above; The dark and messy shades, the drenched rock,
 And the white writhings of the torrents
 breast Glamor'd by shafts of sunlight here and there.
 And as we stood and gazed, sudden breath,
 Chill, moist and thrilling, blew down in our faces Instant we changed a glad swift, silent
 glance
 Then with rich memories for coming hours
 Of sultry city weariness, in thankful awe, | We took our way again upon the road. Now close along the rivers edge 1t
 curved, :, "A Now skirtlng wooded fen, it kept our
 eyes fF" Yelled short space from the ciear-ron' ing water. And once, while inland we were walk
 ing thus, - <, Out of the river highway at our right There wonnd solitary lane that climbed A green grey-bonldered knoll, crowned with romance I lE Of dark slim cedar spires. Over the
 crest .@,-'' 2, It vanished in the upland mystery That lay beyond into the solemn hills, The hay western rampant of the vale. Sometimes our roadway shunn'd the
 genial river To pass thro' the -shadow'd hush of old And lonely woods. There huge gnarl'd
 roots Wound their great knotted arms round f1ssur'd rocks A Titan graphing, silent, slow. so slow, Only swift second sight can half divine It's unrelaxing pow'r. An, patient
 strength
 Inscrutable, quiet as sleep, like sleep Seeming so effortless, and yet like her Child of omnipotence unhurrying L. O calm, slow-waxing puissance of the r woods, I would my muff1ed being could be sure, With ample crown bAred to the gener- ous sun, That every plodding day, it's growth
 had known Those deeper cisterns of eternity Roaming dim-chartered consciousness of man,
 Born to self-meshing thought and will perverse,
 OI by what labor, by what bloody
 sweat,''
 Shalt ever thou live always, hour by
 hour,. .f. l From thine own souls dark. searchless
 treachery
 Guarded so well, that thou art wholly l %la pOll ,Q
 God? ... .-.. 4t Long hours were not timein which to tell What mystery and beauty met our eyes In this sweet valley of our native land That lovely autumn day. At length we 1 came
 To Cornwall Bridge, where, resting, we
 revived
 Sadly disused limbs by repast We'll savored with the welcome autumn cheer
 Of firmest stone-cold apples, juicy tart. Then we crossed over to the eastern bank And climbed awhile lonesome winding road:
 Mid wfnd-swept upland pasture, thickly | strewn
 With granite grey and hoar, we left the
 highway,
 And headed straight for Coltsfoot's
 bleakest height. There. breathed and spent but smiling
 in the joy Of leaping blood, we took the southward view
 A sight the squander'd soul to re-endowl Five miles of river down that winding
 vale
 Of river-meads and of lorn uplands sore, On either bank, walled by the noble hills Which here and there pushed to the stream a spur, Now tufsed crag, now wooded to the