| Show ICigbts Scow i Tho Grand Canyon of theColorado V hero rolls tho flood of a dark river down An unbrldgcd chasm lowering dread MI bllmc Amidst tall peaks that oer in from heaven heav-en frown Wearing an Icy crown In summer time Onward with restless speed toward a clime Where sides arc soft and sunlight ever plays Where grows tho citron olive and the lime TIs thoro in fancy that my spirit Btra sOn s-On natures wildest work to stand and mutely gaze Oh dark the way as through tho moun thins wombAt womb-At depths appall on tho waters surge ISntriiitr and as It were a lonesome tomb Whore for themselves they sing an endless end-less dirge As if In fear they over onward urge Bounding and leaping J In their maunlng light l i Till lashed to fury they at last emergo Onco more at peace In heavens welcome light But hoary flecked with foam as If through dread turned white I Up from tho abysses wild beyond com Kare distraught voices fraught with terror swoop Their mingling echoes smite tho desert air And groan and cry and roar then sob and weep It Is the river surging to tho deep Lashed by a thousand falls to wildest pi In Down cascades where Its waters dash and leap And rest and respite ever seek in vain While through tho mists above the surg I ing floods complain r Oh gorge sublime beyond all feeling grand Lonely unconquerable and unknown Since first when fashioned by fh Al mightys hand Indeep sublimity you stand alono So weird BO vast the grandeur that you own The mind appalled turns inward at tho sight And over must your memory enthrone As theembotl meat of natures might Forblcldlng dread and strange glorious and infinite t Strawberry Shortcake Rich and Juicy golden yellow lolling tis so rips and mellow With such morsels rich and rare Peeping from It here and there Flavor of the spring birds song When they sing tho flowers among Flavor of the scented breeze From the blooming orchard trees Neither sweet or neither sour Words to tell it have no power With a wealth of yellow cream I Tis no dish tis but a dream Cake that epicures dumb strike Bci ries that thero are none like Singly theyro a Joy for aye Mix end youve ambrosia TIs a blest thing that Is clear Thru It comes but once a year Else wo weak and mortal clods Suro would think that we were gods GrayHeaded Youth You see him everywhere go where you may Within the busy mart upon the street Where keenest iu tho strife hottest tho pace Ho gazes at you out of careworn eyes And oer his brow furrowed before Its time By keenest thought and tasks that waste aim age Gray hairs arc shining midst the black ana brown His btop is sprightly yet not short and slow Llko one who many milestones has passed by I Which mark the journey to tho land of shades Ills eye still bright moots yours amongst the throne As If In challenge from your bourulen thought That ho is aged and yet instinctively you seem to t know Is Is not youth that gives to you the gauge Restless ho ever Is his soul within him burns Trgeil on by a decpmarlness in his veins The fell contagion of the fevered limes Rest Is the faroff dream of future days And bulmy sleep not natures cordial Is I But an Insciialbillty that t falls Upon exhaustion when tho clay Is done His form lo that of youth aha few his I years Yet still a something in his manner tells Far moro than tho gray hairs that fleck hlw brow That youth has from his heart forever gone Swift are his thoughts and swifter still I his acts Porformunco follows ever on the heels Of the conception with a feverish haste Then on to other tasks with snood as grout He crowds a lifetime In one short decade Thon wonders why In heart he is so old Thc ages to the leechs art have brought A wisdom that was never full as now That weir nigh lengthen out mans earth ly I span Till he without the sense of waning pow ers Might backward gaze upon a century With nil Unit It implies of rounded life Of fullness of the ripening of thought Not tho forced clairvoyance of the mind Of those grayheaded youths wo meet to day < But grasp of subject and control of heart Which only can or will upbulld the race I And yot road with tho rush that bears I I them on Invnttalu In lust of wealth and power While still In youth they hurry to thc grave Not Is i this all They to their children leave A lioriluKo of madness which must end Upon the one hand in lifelong restraint On tho other III all loss of power Both equally a menace to mankind A TcllTalo Epitaph Tho following epitaph It Is said ap p pears above the grave In the South coun I try DilIgent inquiry haa failed to bring out whether tho sleeper beneath was a Q 9 J I polygamIst or not but It looks very much that WilY Ho didnt drink and he didnt smoke And he didnt tobaccer chaw But the victim was he and It la no joke Of too much motherinlaw Looks That Way It takes two to make bargain they cay I But oft when the trick is done And backwards ono looks at tho throng next day I It appears that there only was one Hoforming That Dots Not Reform Reforming the world is the dream of all men And has been since Eden wax lost To make earth a paradise ever has been Their aim without counting tho cost And eur from the llrst have their failures bean dliu 0 Their theories have mostly proved vain That they Jlght the effect and forget tho desIre For evil has ever been plain That the man who would willingly follow tho flag To death in the midst of the fight Should tho very next day get on a big jag They felt in their souls wag not right Aiid so they mado war on the army canteen can-teen Till It lowered Its flag and came down And Instead of his beer Billy olnco then has been I Drinking very poor whisky In town From Generation to Generation Ho loves me and ho loves mo not She pulled the petals one by one From the frail flower no word forgot No leaf was left when shc l had dOne I Her wakened heart had but that day Told tho old Hiory oer agnlii Sho felt Its peaco had passed away Know existence by Its pain The flower that blushed when she began Lay leafless ruined at her feet And yet no more did she know thun When first the charm she did repeat He loves mo and ho loves me not Her mother said In glrlhoqdshour Another then her young Jmnd sought I And she forgot both lovo and flower I In thc Chrysalis State Whnt do tho maidens do In May When skies aroIalr and flowers are gay When birds are nesting In tho trees When loves Acorns borne on every breeze i What do themalderis do yoy say AM ihioughlhu sprlmjhtly month of May Tis have d to tell just what they do Ill tell you though of more than a Cow f Theyre keeping heart nnd all In tune r To blossom into brides in June His Occupation Gone Ho stood openmouthed as tho thing went by And then shook his head as ho heaved a sigh The disgust that ho felt didnt try to conceal con-ceal 1 Twas the first tlmo ho gazed on an automobile auto-mobile And no one can blame him not I at least Hlhe longer ho gazed his disgust Increased In-creased For tho heart that was in him was SOlO ot strife Ho had been a horsetrader all his life And ho knew his business from a to z No trick In the trade to him now could be Twna tho heaviest blow that tho man could feel As he gazed openmouthed at the automobile auto-mobile Girl tho Mother of the Woman Tho boys the father of tho man Is what we often hear Twas so when nature fIrst began Twlll eer bo so tis clear Another fact right here Ill name And bear the consequence Thc girls the mother of the dame In a far truer sense I The HalfBreed Yes In my veins courses tho red mans blood Tho wild fierce blood that never can bo tamed Tho blood that never yet was known to course But through a freemans heart the blood thai neer Could bo enslaved for if the bonds they weld Tho victim dies Amid the mountains wild My mother saw time light was rocked to sleep With but the sky for roof tho twinkling I stars I The only lamps that lighted up her couch And Die wild crooning chant rhymphlc and Wclrd That fell l from a young Indian mothers lips Tho only song that lulled her to her rest Sho grew as grew tho flowers in desert wl Ids Uncultured all and yet as Innocent Her only loro was gleaned from natures book How grow tho flowers and how tho song birds sang Tho language tho winds among the pines The habits of tho beasts wild as hersel How when tho deer began to change his coat From gray to red that summer hours were near She knew the story of the setting sun And read tho morrow In tho ruddy clouds Careless and free she passed her child hoods days Happy as are the birds and knowing not The mysteries and alms of higher life Felt not their loss And thus the years passed by And thus she grow to graceful maiden hood And thus tho white man canto and al was changed Handsome and tall a giant In his strength I By power of Intellect and cultured will Moro versed In cunning even than nor sires Moro skilled to win a maidens trusting heart Than wero tho dusky members of bur tribe Ho won from her a love far more akin To deep idolatry than the regard That men from women win What ho might ask She gave without a question a thought And they were wed before high heaven Joined I After the manner1 that her parents wed Binding on her If It was not on him Then J wys born and in my childhoods hour Even as sIte the mbther that mo bore Lived my wild life until there cnmo a limo i My father wearied of the wild frontier Ands turned his thoughts back to the scenes of youth And then he tore me from my mothers aims Ho could not take her with him to his home A poor uncultured creature that she was And yet he loved me for I was his own And so unthinking of her fearful woe Deemed It as nothing did he crush her heart j For was she not a savage Years have gone And I am cultured In thq white mans arts Am learned after the wisdom of his kind Aye skilled In the duplicities of life Some call mo beautiful my maiden cheek Has blushed before the praises I havo heard J fool I could not return and live JPho only life my mother ever knew And yet and yet oh God my soul rebels Against injustice that was to her wrought Mother oh mother still untaught and i wild A daughters heart Is bleeding for you now Oh could 1 clasp you In my strong young arms And tell you all my hearts deep tender imess Toll It so you could feel could understand I feel that willingly I then could die I cannot oh I cannot did I pour ly words In torrents In your listening car Your slmplo mind could not their meaning catch I My father why oh toll me why did you Take mo away from who who gave mo birth And enlightening my mind but mako It possible to keener cel the wrong Placing mo twixt strong and wild dc sires Tho ono that chains me to the life I lead And ono for mother and the wilderness |
