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Show PATRIS. The above is the title of a little book of poems " by a young lady who grow up in Salt Lake City Miss Florence Ellinwood Allen. But the poems do not seem very much liko poems written by a young lady, or if by a young lady, one who takes this old world as it is, fights Its problems out all day, meets its sorrows and joys as they come, and of nights sleeps soundly without either sentimental senti-mental or accusing dreams. The poems are the outcome of a masculine intellect softened by the charm of true womanliness. There is strongth all through them and it is clear that the desire behind the words was to give full expression to a thought, and that done to stop. Hence while the rhythm is unbroken the 'Continued on Page 12 ) Continued from pugo 11. measure at times is no more bound by rules than is Walt Whitman's. We understand that since the young lady graduated from college she has been working on a newspaper and some newspaper exactions are impressed upon some of these poems. But these poems are as sweet as they are strong and they all ring true. Here is a stanza from the poem "West": "Oh it's West, and my West I am singing. With its infinite stretches of sky. And the yellow light of the morning Ablaze on the uplands high: With the clouds lying low in the valleys, Like folds of soft bilowing white, And the spruce blue-grey And the aspens a-sway, On the uesars brown-shelving height." And here is a stanza from the poem on "Law": "Thou art not cabined into mortal shape, Yet of thee comes all symmetry of form, t And graceful sweep of line and play of color. Thou art unheard, and yet thy essence dwells In every cadence of a throbbing song Or swelling onrush of a symphony, Thou are all beauty, as thou art all life." ' All through the little volume the evidences of a subtle genius are apparent, in places not able to give itself full expression, but making its pres- , ence fet. All the same, a genius that is going by easy stages up to tho very shining heights of literature. The book gives an impression that an irrepressible energy in driving the author on, and that the wrongs of the world are a perpetual concernment in her mind. We take this litUJ volume noi as a perfected work, but as a promise of what is to be, a promise that will surely be kept. There are gems all through It. Wa't until the gems are all arranged and set, and we shalL see a coronal ablaze with light. |