Show THE ISLE OF THE LONG AGO though benjamin F taylor who died decently wan a voluminous volum mong writer he wil be best beat remembered by his poem peem ex entitled titled the isle of 0 the long ago which is IB a marvel of musical versification and which is herewith reproduced oh a wonderful stream is the river of time asit As an it flows through the realm of years with a faultless rhythm and a musical rhyme and a broader sweep and a surge sublime As it blends with the ocean of years row the winters are drifting like flakes flakis of enow iskow I 1 and the summers like buds between and the years in the sheaf so they come and they go on tho the rivers breast with its ebb and flow As they glide in n the shadow and ami sheen 0 theros theres a magical isle up tk the river of time whore where the softest of airs are playing theres a cloudless sky and a tropical clime and a voice as sweet as a vesper chime and the junes with the roses are staying and aad the name of this isle is the long ago age and we bury our treasures there thore are brows of beauty und bosoms of sow snow they are heaps of dust but we lo 10 loved ved them so there are trinkets and tresses of hair there are fragments of songs that nobody sings and a part of an infants prayer theres ta a harp and a lute without strings ft rings there are broken vows and pieces ot rings and the garments she used to wear there are hands that are wave waved d when the fairy shore by the mirage is lifted in air and we sometimes hear through the turbulent roar sweet voices we heard in the days gone before when the wind down the river is fair oh remembered for aye be the blessed islo isle all the days of our life till night and aad when evening cornea comes with its beautiful iiii am benilo ile and our eyes are closing in slumber awhile may that greenwood of soul be in sight the beautiful cemetery of brooklyn N T Y |