Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 305, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 December 1919 — AS THE DAYBREAKS [ARTICLE]

AS THE DAYBREAKS

0 pray you what is asleep? The lily pads, and riffles and the reeds; No longer inward do the waters creep. No longer outwardly their force recedes. The windowed Night, in blackness wide and deep, Resumes her weeds. I pray you, what's awake? . A host of stars, the long, long milky way That stretches out, a glistening silver flake, 1 All glorious beneath the moon.'s cold ray, And myriad reflections on the lake Where star-gleams lay. - ■ ' I pray you, what’s astir? '■ Why, naught but rustling leaves, dry. sere and brown; • SateS are yet * dU? ~ y And star-gems twinkle in fair Luna's crown. And minor chords of wailing winds that were ' - Die slowly down. I pray you what's o’clock? Nay, who shall answer that but grayBtoled dawn? See how from out the shadows looms yon rock. Like some great figure on a canvas drawn; And heard you not the crowing of the cock? The night is gone.' —Ernest McGaffey.