Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 4, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 January 1910 — Old Favorites [ARTICLE]

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B r Cool SHoom'a Sbadr Hill. By cool Slloam’s shady rill A * How sweet the lily grows!, How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose! t . . - » '• v Lol such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart with influence sweet, -J, Is upward drawn to God! ' By cool Siloam's shady" rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Muet shortly fade away. And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow’s pow- —; e*f —• ■rAnd stormy passion’s rage! O Thou, whose Infant feet were found Within the Father’s shrine! Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine. Dependent on Thy bounteous breath, We seek Thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age and death. To keep us still Thine ownl —Reginald Heber. Unheard .Melodies. Caged in the poet’s lonely heart. Love wastes unheard Its tenderest tone; The Soul that sings must dwell apart. Its inward melodies unknown. Deal gently with us, ye who read! Our largest hope is unfulfilled— The promise still outruns the deed— The toweV, but not the spire, we bUUd. Our whitest pearl We never find; Our ripest fruit we never reach; The flowering moments of the mind Drop half their petals In our speech. - These are my blossoms; If they wear One streak of morn or evening’s glow, Accept them; but to me more fair The buds of song that never blow. Wendell Holmes.