Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 183, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 August 1910 — The ONLOOKER WILBUR D. NESBIT The Day was Dead [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

The ONLOOKER WILBUR D. NESBIT The Day was Dead

The day was dead, and the flowers swayed In bitterness of grieving; And twilight came with her eyes of shade As the spirit fair was leaving. The zephyrs crooned in a requiem, And the echoes low replying. Sang softly sweet, as is wont with them, In tiio music of their sighing. The—night came slew—while- the- -sobbing sea Swept on in Its stately surges; The undertone of a lullaby Rose up from its mellow dirges. •The night came down to the sleeping day That seemed of its noon-glow dreaming— With starry candles in rich array The tomb of the day was gloaming. The day was dead—and the word went forth To The furthest silent spaces. To the stars that stand west,' south and north And forever have their places. 'The word wont forth and the word went on Till it lost ite tone of sorrowAnd it broke in light at the gates of dawn And awakened a tomorrow.