His clothes were common, for he wore No unpaid luxuries filled his board. When he went out on Voting Day, Walked where true Honor showed the way! He wandered off the other day ('Twas not because he forged a note !) His neighbors surmised 'twas foul play, That some street robber did garrote. (Robbers are those who can't afford To dress up fine and join the Ring, Of Honesty naught has been heard THE INDIAN'S WISH. A dying Indian wished to be dressed in blue for his burial, because it was the color of the sky. "Dress me in blue," said the Child of the Forest, "When 'neath the green sod you lay me at rest; "Tis the hue of the sky that stretches above me, Its soft, starry eyes will watch over and love me, When hidden from sight 'neath the earth's flowery breast." "Life had its colors, its war paint, its beauty, My wampum, my moccasins glowed like the flowers; "Blue is the roof of the vast spreading forest, Blue is the tint of the wood's sweetest flowers, Fading away like the twilight's gray hours!" "Fading away, as our tribes have been fading, Like the dry leaves in the autumn's fierce blastLike the clear dew in the steps of the morningLike the red sunset the tree-tops adorning How like a dream they will vanish at last!" Robed in his blue, to his slumber they laid him, Where the soft winds o'er the forest breathed low, Where the bright waters were rippling and playing, Where the red deer in freedom were straying, Where the first flowers of the Spring time would blow. LET IN THE LIGHT. Shut out the light? God made and called it good! Tinting each leaf and flower in lonely wood, Each grass-blade on the lea. God called it good! Shut out the light, lest gorgeous carpets fade And cheeks grow rosy with the sun's warm kiss; Lest in the sunbeams sport the bee and fly Their little round of bliss. Shut out the light! Shut out the light! folks think you are away Like bats and owls hide from the face of day Shut out the light! Shut out the light e'en from the House of God, Let in the light! God made and called it good, Sun, moon and stars a glorious brotherhood, O'er earth's dark hills and vales God's Flag unfurled. Let in the light! CHILDREN. Oh well it is, when life seems dark and dreary, For with the sound of gleeful, happy voices, Recounts its tale of simple pleasures o'er. A shell, or pebbles gathered by the way-side, The same old games thro' generations handed, O'er many lives like forest trees grown hoary, Thus lives that else would sink in apathy, Are forced to take their childhood up again, Recall the time when 'twas a joy to be, And make the present glow with what has been. So in the steps of Winter ever treading Spring brings her flowers from out his cold, white snows, Pulls her green quilt from out his snowy bedding, And with her bird-like songs breaks his repose. THE POOR. "The poor ye have always with you.” They are around; How they abound, The suffering poor! Christ left them here With little to cheer, Much to endure ! Throughout Winter, Possess they to burn! Do they feel cold? It need not be told Change places to learn! Green leaves quiver, And the river The green earth adorns ; Summer's showers May bring forth flowers, They find but thorns. |