Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 48, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 February 1919 — IN THE MIDST OF LIFE [ARTICLE]

IN THE MIDST OF LIFE

The jester won to the mountain peak And turned to gaze behind - — "Was that a path for a step so weak? Thank God that I was blind. “The sunlit stretch where I laughed so loud, . Did It skirt that precipice? The bridg© where I stood to sketch the cloud. Did It span that black abyss? "When I turned aside to the little stream. Was the somber tarn so near? Was the eagle’s swoop in the evening gleam On the bones I see from here?" ~ . ■ '‘. o ■ He faced to the front again; his sight Could scarce discern the track; The slope on the left with, mist was white. And. the wood below was black. In a hollow just ahead The pathway crept along—- “ Enough is hid for mirth," he said,