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Show A LYRIC. By BLISS CARMEN. Oh, once I could not understand The sob within the throat of spring The shrilling of the frogs, nor why The birds so passionately sing. That was before your beauty came And stooped to teach my soul desire, When on these mortal lips you laid The magic and immortal fire. I wondered why the sea should seem So gray, so lonely, and so old; The sigh of level-driving snows :fl In winter so forlornly cold. ifl I wondered what it was could give il The scarlet autumn pomps their pride, fjHI And paint with colors not of earth Hi The glory of the mountain side. iH I could not tell why youth should dream And worship at the evening star H And yet must go with eager feet -11 Where danger and where splendors are. 1 I could not guess why men at times, Beholding beauty, should go mad H With joy or sorrow or despair , Or some unknown delight they had. 'flfll I wondered what they could receive 'H From Time's inexorable hand. So full of loveliness and doom. But now, ah, now I understand! jH From the Atlantic Monthly. Mt. Tallac at Lake Tahoe, Reached via S. P. Railroad H |