Poems of Cheer | Page 9

shall gild with beautiful gold gleams,
And shoot the shadows through and through with light??What matters one lost vision of the night?
Let the dream go!!
Let the hope set. Are there not other hopes
That yet shall rise like new stars in thy sky??Not long a soul in sullen darkness gropes
Before some light is lent it from on high;?What folly to think happiness gone by!
Let the hope set!
Let the joy fade. Are there not other joys,
Like frost-bound bulbs, that yet shall start and bloom??Severe must be the winter that destroys
The hardy roots locked in their silent tomb.?What cares the earth for her brief time of gloom
Let the joy fade!
Let the love die. Are there not other loves
As beautiful and full of sweet unrest,?Flying through space like snowy-pinioned doves?
They yet shall come and nestle in thy breast,?And thou shalt say of each, "Lo, this is best!"
Let the love die!
FIVE KISSES
I--THE MOTHER'S KISS
Love breathed a secret to her listening heart,
And said "Be silent." Though she guarded it,?And dwelt as one within a world apart,
Yet sun and star seemed by that secret lit.?And where she passed, each whispering wind ablow,
And every little blossom in the sod,?Called joyously to her, "We know, we know,
For are we not the intimates of God?"?Life grew so radiant, and so opulent,
That when her fragile body and her brain?By mortal throes of agony were rent,
She felt a curious rapture in her pain.?Then, after anguish, came the supreme bliss -?They brought the little baby, for her kiss!
II--THE BETROTHAL
There was a little pause between the dances;
Without, somewhere, a tinkling fountain played.?The dusky path was lit by ardent glances
As forth they fared, a lover and a maid.?He chose a nook, from curious eyes well hidden -
All redolent with sweet midsummer charm,?And by the great primeval instinct bidden,
He drew her in the shelter of his arm.?The words that long deep in his heart had trembled?Found sudden utterance; she at first dissembled,
Refused her lips, and half withdrew her hand,?Then murmured "Yes," and yielded, woman fashion,?Her virgin mouth to young love's kiss of passion.
III--THE BRIDAL KISS
As fleecy clouds trail back across the skies,
Showing the sweet young moon in azure space,?The lifted veil revealed her shining face -?A sudden wonder to his eager eyes.?In that familiar beauty lurked surprise:
For now the wife stood in the maiden's place -?With conscious dignity, and woman's grace,?And love's large pride grown trebly fair and wise.
The world receded, leaving them alone.
The universe was theirs, from sphere to sphere,?And life assumed new meaning, and new worth.?Love held no privilege they did not own,
And when they kissed each other without fear,?They understood why God had made the earth.
IV--DOMESTIC BLISS
Sequestered in their calm domestic bower,
They sat together. He in manhood's prime?And she a matron in her fullest flower.
The mantel clock gave forth a warning chime.?She put her work aside; his bright cigar
Grew pale, and crumbled in an ashen heap.?The lights went out, save one remaining star
That watched beside the children in their sleep.?She hummed a little song and nestled near,
As side by side they went to their repose.?His arm about her waist, he whispered "Dear,"
And pressed his lips upon her mouth's full rose -?The sacred sweetness of their wedded life
Breathed in that kiss of husband and of wife.
V--OLD AGE
The young see heaven--but to the old who wait
The final call, the hills of youth arise?More beautiful than shores of Paradise.?Beside a glowing and voracious grate
A dozing couple dream of yesterday;?The islands of a vanished past appear,?Bringing forgotten names and faces near;
While lost in mist, the present fades away.?The fragrant winds of tender memories blow
Across the gardens of the "Used-to-be!"?They smile into each other's eyes, and see?The bride and bridegroom of the long ago.
And tremulous lips, pressed close to faded cheek?Love's silent tale of deathless passion speak.
RETROSPECTION
I look down the lengthening distance
Far back to youth's valley of hope.?How strange seemed the ways of existence,
How infinite life and its scope!
What dreams, what ambitions came thronging
To people a world of my own!?How the heart in my bosom was longing,
For pleasures and places unknown.
But the hill-tops of pleasure and beauty
Were covered with mist at the dawn;?And only the rugged road Duty
Shone clear, as my feet wandered on.
I loved not the path and its leading,
I hated the rocks and the dust;?But a Voice from the Silence was pleading,
It spoke but one syllable--"Trust."
I saw, as the morning grew older,
The fair flowered hills of delight;?And the feet of my comrades grew bolder,
They hurried away from my sight.
And when on the pathway I faltered,
And when I rebelled at my fate,?The Voice with assurance unaltered,
Again spoke one syllable--"Wait."
Along the hard highway I travelled
And saw, with dim vision, how soon?The morning's gold locks were unravelled,
By fingers of amorous noon.
A turn in the pathway of duty -
I stood in the perfect day's prime,?Close, close to the hillside of beauty
The Voice from the Silence said "Climb"
The road to the beautiful