The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1914-08-13
PRlMEvAL: BLOOM AND BIRDS.

PRIMEvAL: BLOOM AND BIRDS.
Find eyes, beg; the wilderness is blind,
Where ne Inscrutable so much deslgneo'
But, Lo: they need not so; for myriad eyes
Have bud and bloom. that open to the skles'
And every leaf affords the ducet shade
Of dewy brows ard lids to eyes so made;
And every winter snow has soft caressea
Such tender eyes to sleep upon its breasS;
Till spring awohe them by its magic thrills
Of sun lit melodies in showers and rills
Who thinks the wilderness sees not It's grace,
Thinks mind disowns its own, and hides It's
face
And he who sees in wilds no mark of mind
Unwittingly berates himself as blind.
Shun reasons path, says one philosophy,
By intuition find reality;
But reasons path has been so firmly trod
By man, tracing the wondrous steps of God,
That, deviatng thus, his verities
Prove but elysia of mysteries.
Let me but share elysia of birds,
That. in their songs, Dame Natures notes and
words
So clearly echo. that again chila
Straying from angel gates, kiss the wild
The wild whose eyes so radiant greet my own,
| welcome them as lights from heavens
throne.
PRIMEVAL: THE RECLUSE.
Find warmth to cheer: the wilderness is cold:
No humanizing hand has stirred the mold,
Althouph the red mans football throngs OF
years
Has echoed here and hushed IN doubts and fears.
Until at length behold,him stop and start
That hermit white man. fire s burning heart.
He sees it smothered now. and now it flares:
To hold its secret close the forest cares:
The isle its ashes holds, lone crypted there
Sealed in crystal vault by winter air:
And when the summer steals across Its verge,
1t chants in notes subdued, it sings dlrge
How do emotioned pines recount his years:
Their bearded faces rain pathetic tears.
The stone, unlettered. joins oblivion's moss
In urging time and cline to hide his loss.
His tenancy within hollow tree
Has long been occupied by bird and bee.
Though care upon his face was deeply lined.
And pangs of thought had crushed his heart
and mind,
One truth is plain: beauty was there ensouled,
And met its love, tangled here in the wod
1t wooed and won bride of fadeless grace,
Beside the lake, in this sequestered place:
And here she smiles and weeps upon the shore,
Dame Nature, still as lovely as OF yore.
PRIMEvAL: THE PIONEER.
Acclaim an eye for beauty in the SOIL,
A heart that magic brings to stroke OF toll,
Both eye and heart replete necessarily
With Joy of wood and field and lake and lea
sire whose sons smte hard the Nation S
wrongs,
A dame whose imaged kind sing virtues songs.
His eagle eye holds watch upon the heath:
Her voice allures the thrush the sky beneath.
The sons of these face death in storm and
flood,
The iron hail of war, rivers of blood
Their daughters light and watch the fires of
home,
To glow and warmth of which cherubs have
come.
Fair science lights her lamp upon the hills:
Faith, in such radiance. new heavens fills:
Science acclaims soul, whose destined place
No longer mocks with doubt our Adam race
The depth of native joy no plummet tells,
Such is the soundlessness of nascent wells.
The coronet of hills crowns memory far;
The lake with emerald shore sets jewels there.
The fronds Of summer bowers make shrlnes
reI lete
With welcome and with rest to pilgrim feet.
The white of winter SHOWS, the sheen OF Ice
Invite life's battle truce and .rmistice.
Il came, saw, conquered" Caesar said;
But homeland conquers here both heart and
head
FRANKLIN f. PHILLIPS.