Gunnison Valley News | 1919-10-31 | Page 3 | The Old Melodeon

THE OLD MEL0DE0N: ii mil i,l in mx tfw There, like some ancient visitant Of bygone days it stands; Its yellow keys a welcoming Extending- to the hands. No lingers wander o'er the keys, No feet its pedals press; 'Rei't of the soui of music there It waits some hand's caress. It leans against the chamber wall Like some old broken form. Too weak to stand alone without Assistance in the storm, Its bellows gaping wide is hung With cobwebs to the floor; The dust upon its yellow keys Is strewing thickly o'er. As in the stillness of the night The ancient thing it grieves, And plaints in echo to the soft. Low whispering of the leaves. Then from the lonely chamber float Sweet tones of "Beulah Land;" A spirit song from spirit throat Chorused by spirit band. But when the light of morning falls In glory everywhere The dust upon the yellow keys Is strewing thickly there. From Beulah land the player came To spell away the gloom; And, passing, left behind the same Sweet lavender perfume. Horace S. Keller in New York Sun.