Deseret Evening News | 1905-02-04 | Page 19 | Literature

e do POEMS POE IS V I ODY SHOULD NOW KNOW I PRIEST jj AND POET V The priest at the foot loot of tie ladder stood weeping The poet pact tood main miln at lit the thc head hed of ol tIle tar tair tarsi t I II Said SiJ si the to thc tle t I Ie ncr er r i I P pray y you ou to tell te II m me mc meThe The fhe e road that you traveled to et ct where where you are I 1 have he toad tood tOO here IS a herald and watchman and hepherd Before torn horn night and day Since S long lon yea you were Thera only one ro road d to the place you arc ore landing And Ad J know that you never t thi way Said the thc poet in in turn to the aad ad holy Preacher I 0 You arc are right I lam am certain 10 o 0 rut reit and be tc calm I INo No N o ladder I climbed no creed wai wa i my teacher God made me mc up here hare s I I wa born torn whore where rc I am amlien lien Ben In National A WESTERN WIFE V She walked behind the tLe lagging in mules That drew the die breaker brea er through h the oil o t tHera V Hera lIers were the early rising rules rule Hera FIer were the ey cyca of ol wifely toil The smitten nitten prairie blo omd lair fair ar arThe V The od oJ home faded from the wenet cencI Firm gables ables met the air I Deep porches lent serene er De DeI But brow trow and nd snowy trees tree f fI the early carly days day of strife t I tAnd Ii I i I Ant And A nd there theres the deeper wrought I The untold pathos patho of the tc wife 0 a western mother I in in n thy praie I j No artist paints panta nor poet lings in But nut from fron thy th fony of oi day days God Gods all cl shape hape immortal will va 11 j Will wm Chamberlain In National