| Show THERE IS 15 0 ONE OF THE 0 IMMORTAL POEMS NO afo DEA DEATH TWO OF LANGUAGE one of at the immortal of at thal moll lab language the authorship of which has ha long IOD been the subject of moch much controversy contro reny begins with the go boc there Is 1 DO no death the itar stars go down to shine upon some other ot at school books and in iiga side la publishing these bare have their writing to lord butger lytton ai As a batter matter of fact they are products product a ut of she ch genius of J 4 mc me caf y of I iwa tb the 0 lots 1 I of f ibo 1 driving boia ward one afternoon la in much over a lonely coultry road his mind rau tau fron from such material thine aa as the possible foreclosure of thi the mortgage mort faxe on hie his little printing print plant at delhi ind and the future source burc of Us dally daily brud broad and butter to his hither higher and destiny lie pondered upon the question of immo immortality at al first bl his meditations medi tationA were ere main ber bor and gloomy dut but aa as night came on aai and one after another the stars ap peered in the iky sky the subdued and radiance rad lanci of the heavenly 1 bout boott imparted a more serene rene and hopff hopeful lui UC to bli his thoughts and feelings tell ngi gradually the conviction cam came to him fa 3 wai was eternal and thil this conold lion ton framed itself in the first four lines 11 ft if the poem when be he reached bone and the duties of practical every day lit life were ended he devoted himself t to 0 the expression of hie his poetical ideas and thue these une lines were the result TUB THE porm tin ie so no the stars ur fo go down tt to a upon some ether other shore hor atrit AM arit tr ht it in heaven 9 j aej crown awn thor P hin for tremor tabors ie to do deathe tte tits forest leaves 1 convert contort to life ilia th viewless air the ati rock rocks to ed feed the tb hungry mou moss ther br beez thorda I 1 to no deatel th the duit dust we r ire trad rhall cage beri bith oath the tho summer mow how ore re to folden cor irskin mn or mellow fruit trul or fall wad flower flowers them ie to no deatel the leaves nay fan the tb flo flown w era mar may fado ad and pui away try abr only wait through wintry hour tb b warm sweet breath of or there ie to no doht the tho choices riff t s that tearea hatak kandz kendir leahl lent to 0 e earth a irali ar are ver vor first to seek k as aja M tb th country ot of their birth al all things that for growth or joy r worthy dortht of ot our low love or caje car abo h 1 1 aa as lift oft ue us desolate ar are safely tely garnered them thou lit ire a dry t ir wt waste know if its jal talat fest atoot avers anted into inu g radio adorn immortal bokwa berit the voice of bird like ilk melody I 1 atiat bar and mourned long now with mithu it a angel choir 1 la eye manc pont tl ahr to no death although we w grieve alien beaul ful familiar forms abat wo bov learned to lov love are ar torn brom 0 our ur embracing arms aro although Althou fh with kith bowed and na breaking heart 1 halh ith able carb carh arms silent irea aabel A 0 bear th senseless ni lf duit dust to re atit and 1 say hat that their af dead thi ar arr not rad thy they have b but pa tb th alto that t hind ind us u herf here ino trite lh th drw md and larger life 11 of that sarener Fl robere ibera th the r her have but dropped their ro rob be of cly clay to put their shifting rayment on thy they have havo not wed far tar away they aro ar not lost eor nor gone one thorh and nd glorified ali still hilll are ar hr here and lev ui us yet tb the thol ater tar tinos on thur the left behind th e y never onn can gao ivet and sometimes when hn our hearts crow grow faint amid temptation temptations re flurr and deep or hn hen the wildly raring of 0 calf or passion ailon U fel feet dpn nur our aird bro brow w their antl touch their truth 0 be balm to their arms enfold ui us and 0 our u r hearts grow comforted and calm and ever nar n ar UK us though unseen tb th afir immortal borits trad tread for all I 1 th boundless bound ln universe ii Is life there are no dead these lines were first printed in a phil delphia magazine som some timi tim I 1 ther thereafter e after a man named eugene bill but met on the at of isi lm mortality quoted the cotui without crediting credI UnK the author one paper clipped the poem changing the bame tame ote to other pub copied it and the poem went on record as a the vork work of lord edward baewer lytton A friend of SIc Ble Creery who stood high with president grant aked asked tin author of the poem be appointed of facial stenographer teno grapher and quoted the verses as a proof of his hl ability general said ald the poem w waa very food good but what he wanted when he becam became public business buel neel and that the fellow who waa was good at writing poetry generally was not good for anything elia elsa J I 1 L ry |
