Show POET OF THE FUTURE ave bean reading mr riley in a recent magazine of your poet of the future with tho truly rural mien of the careless simple fashion in which hell chose to come with the beauty of his bugles anding the drum and by what his hands hold not and by what he does not wear I 1 rather think id know him if I 1 met him anywhere but really mr riley I 1 do not certainly see how youcan you can at such a distance say that the poets he for it may be that this singer who shall our souls confess and come to us with bugles will wear them on her dress that we shall find her shining with pearls upon his breast or radiant in some cottage as she lulls her babes to rest i in the choir of the cathedral we may hear her pure voice swell or murmuring some sweet measure as she serves us from the well for her hands may not be sunburned although her gloves be tan and your poet sir eiley may not be at all a man oh the poet of the future shall find welcome and have room whether ringing at the plowshare or sweeping with a broom but this honest arm of labor that vou speak of in your song always to a him pertaining may it not to her belong from some palms are sisters to the honest too and they cannot always fold them when the plow mans toil is through and it may be that this poet on whose coming we agree when really come and with us will ba spoken of as she i charles henry webb in the century bric a brac |