Logan Republican | 1903-09-12 | Page 3 | The Post

The Pott. One snng, and many turned aside to hear. And they whoso souls were fashioned to conceive -Tho beautiful still listened with delight. And Inly blessed the singer and the song. Till far nnd wldo, In countless homes, the strains Flowed from tho lips, familiar and bo-loved bo-loved ; And often tho charmed world, half onry-Ing, onry-Ing, Bald: "Why Joy must till the sout that thus can soar Above tho wooa of earth, Its pains and cares, And bleH.nnd boautlty the Hvom of men With treasures gathered from tho realm of thought." And far away a lonely woman dwelt, Whoso fcoblo nosh had often shrunk bo- neath The touch of pain, and who In ollonce boro A hitter fato and fed a hungry heart On dreams of love, and for the power ot song Paid with the loss of all life held most svreot. ' Maud Ttoso In Cincinnati Enquirer.