Show TO MEN IW lie hev clarence T browns brown eulogy THE POETS SONGS AND HYMNS HYMN the laureate Laur cato of the little ones arid his foe poems ms of childhood na tural ot at poetry and he ilgian AS illustrated in abs tbs th deal dead writers works find lite life dr gun bauguss Ba uluss rare well to his friends in the alie well wc l loved line the leir lord d la is ray my shepherd we have ake e expression of 0 both dottry and bellelo rel lelo a CO combi abl radon nation which in part it least accounts tor for the immortal claim of 0 the twenty third psalm upon n the human heart there has always been lt a very close relation between religion and poetry the earliest carlle ct his histories as well as the earliest religious writings are am largely in verso vera history story Is like a stream it if you trace it back tar far enough you will find it L cloud at lla its source language has been defined as fossil poetry tile the words minister and till minstrel enri sri from the same root not only in a the twenty third psalm but everywhere in the bible do we find the fusion of the re lelous arid and poetical instincts ot of men and the reader who mho does not feel the beauty of 0 one Is quite liable to miss the full force of 0 the other they are like the stars not to bo be seen by any light but what they themselves prophecy like sings sing 3 bemuse it must and pipes but as aa the minot tings sings and sooner or liter later every true poet becomes prophet one of 0 the eviden evidences cea ot of god Is the fact act that poetry at its best and without ut attempting to teach religion does docs teach ta C it it invariably liven ven when aben there Is no such m moral ora 1 intention says an eminent essayist the roost most secular ot or our poets 1 it f ever lie reach that point ot of inspiration where words become winged Is sure to cross the line and wander away into tile the congenial atmosphere of 0 religion before he be knows it some poets like john keats find and a comparatively small circle of readers among the cultured others to the jail aiger e r circle ot of the general public of thes B was the lato late eugene field amid I 1 th he throne 0 f tolling mm man its 11 ati d tha is so food dand and of song spread p by lidd hidden s it hands ands again and yet again g where er lie ho goes goci by crowded city street lid ito fares ares through springing cancle sad and sweet lie ile did not attempt the heights where shakespeare and milton rule but hla his mas as the beautiful genius which Is alii naya ays saying the timings which we all can teel feel but cannot say tor for ourselves in him were combined the culture ot of a classic scholar chose favorite was horace the practical went of 0 the newspaper man slid end the gift of 0 imagination agi nation and of music lie he was american lit in aery liber fiber and spoke in lan an audru which appealed to both east and an west when lie thinks ot of the mining camps on red hoss HOES mountain he sees it A byln like it 11 loved it on that thai big rid nd warty hill 1111 there la Is no place so 0 o commercial but that be sees the white gods car aar ments on the hills and when hesi caks of his bis friend the old miner he Is good to the elie helpless and the weak a brave and manly heart A C cyclone phase but any child could rend spa apat t so like ell the mountain T 0 u eatn pine that dares the storm w which h i cn it sweeps along but rocks t the ho winds d a in summer time are an etus ahls A so sool othin liln song ile he was amerlean american in his conception ot of society where there la Is no loyalty except that of talent no aristo aristocracy but that ot of manliness and goodness come b brother r 0 ther bo be a king with me and rul rulo 0 mankind eternally life u up the ank and alicer tho the strong detent dbent the tha truth comlat combat the wrong I 1 1 and I n d no scepter like the an to hold hald a and nd a sway iry the hearts of 0 men lu its edicts edict flow in blood and tears fears that will sill tho the flood of ayearst so brother sing your songs oh dingi and be with me kin g a ki kank no ile he has voiced our noblest sentiments concerning the home borne when lie ands nn an ocean shell upon the mountain height he says and to my listening ear car tile lonely thing ever a a song bong of ocean scerne ft to sing so bo do I 1 ever leagues and leagues leni rupa away so bo do I 1 over ever wandering where I 1 may sing bluff 0 my home sing eang of 0 my homo borne of 0 thee an and d when he thinks of 0 his mother he 5 a ays a how you have loved roe me mother mollier I 1 lie liate not bot power to tell aln knowing full well that evin in tile ahn rest above it t Is your r w will ivar T watch yhu and d stuard guard me with your love loving me hilll ill A and rid as of old my mother mollier I 1 am content to be a child BY mot lars lir love beguiled from all tho th sic other charms so to tile the last within thy dear protecting protect loc arms hold thou rae me last at my cardlan Kar dlan arr angel lothert dut but above alli all things he was the laureate of 0 tile hie little tile ones onea his genius realus never reached so fine an air expression As aa when a little child led him what lather father does not find a lump 0 h in n hla his throat when he reads BOME TIME lett last sight night my r darting darling as 08 you slept I 1 thought I 1 heard pard you sigh and to bour our little crib I 1 ott o cr tt pi and watched a a poco paco thereby and then I 1 stooped anil and kissed hissed your brow for ohl oh I 1 love leva ou so YOU iu erm r t too tio young youn to know it now ru lot same bome time you shell knowl ew time when in a darkened place llero lucre others couto como to weep veep your lour eyes shall hall look upon a face cilin calla lit in eternal i sleep tha th a alg lips tile iho wrinkled brow the I 1 P patient ge t smile shell shall show to tou a ari too young to know it now 1 but sonio sonia glyno you may limy know anil and we a aro ro all c children it ildren neala n or I 1 sally badly wish we were when we tot read his I 1 beautt beautiful ful waynren and Blyn kell and nod koa when in ills his study ha be rives gives up the unfinished book and takes up the little toddling intruder at his door he asks who imo knows know but in eternity 1 1 like ft a truant child shah shall wait I 1 the lories of 0 a life to he be beylund the iho heavenly fathers a gate arid ant will that heavenly father heed hycil T the ba truants supplicating c cry TY attis AB at al tio iho outer door I 1 plead als I 1 0 0 fat b cr only I 1 I 1 yes that Is just what we should ex pet ct he ha who loved a child so well I 1 could not doubt the love ot of the heavenly father I 1 ather at his hi funeral hla his dear friend dr I 1 C Gun una aulus gauhn sold said I 1 0 genius of heaven and earth even here I 1 in ID a worn too much hurried tor for prayer i or for tear rear abr T voice once again oer our tenso lass I 1 charted chor string 1 s as our poet immortally singla 1 agno rile king doin 0 of brhen heaven to alve C alor 0 14 to them 0 O gods oSA who throne oni like children look up to the it tana lands to in bildne 11 heart was w tre strung by his h who lands uy readeth all 1 chilan clI ln to heavenly ti A na so we vc find in 1 h oil cam or field a 1 ill 1 I 1 1111 of evol cv other tru tru lount rot poet that t more mc and anre nl hl anar fa 4 aunt into h hron inns ot of pra braer or and praise tho the rip tural successor to till all ills his other secret lull lullabies is TIIU DIVINE LUI LABY biliter I 1 licar thy voice dear loidl I 1 har it by tho the stormy sea bea when in in ter 1 alfr I black mild A aal when he a I 1 call a 11 to flint it calma my cra and ond whis poni vac in sleep well my child I 1 hear thy voice d dear T a r lord in singing winds ihyo va in cei allanr 11 1 0 now BROW tho rhe c curfew av cha the in ld 1 ht bell I 1 P well iny Y hid it murmurs low I 1 tho the guarda an anpelt come carne and rid go co 0 cl child bild lild sl well I 1 speak on k on dear lord I 1 and N ien tb tho lp loaf t dread night is 11 near with doubts and fears find terrors wild oli oil I 1 let c t my expiring liter hear only these theas words of heavenly lioa vonly C checri beer sleep well my child |