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THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS.
THERE came a youth upon the earth,
Some thousand years ago,
Upon an empty tortoise-shell
He stretched some chords, and drew Music that made men's bosoms swell Fearless, or brimmed their eyes with dew.
Then King Admetus, one who had
Pure taste by right divine,
Into a sweet half-sleep,
And yet he used them so,
Men called him but a shiftless youth,
In whom no good they saw;
They knew not how he learned at all,
For idly, hour by hour,
It seemed the loveliness of things
Did teach him all their use, For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs, He found a healing power profuse.
Men granted that his speech was wise,
But, when a glance they caught Of his slim grace and woman's eyes, They laughed, and called him good-for-naught.
Yet after he was dead and gone,
And e’en his memory dim,
And day by day more holy grew
Each spot where he had trod,
It is a mere wild rosebud,
Quite sallow now, and dry,
Some gleams of days gone by,—
Lips must fade and roses wither,
All sweet times be o'er,-
Stay with us no more :
But never one, like this,
With such a deep, wild bliss;
And, in the life to come,
May tell of this old home :
As now sometimes we seem to find,
AN INCIDENT IN A RAILROAD CAR.
He spoke of Burns: men rude and rough
Pressed round to hear the praise of one Whose heart was made of manly, simple stuff,
As homespun as their own.
And, when he read, they forward leaned, Drinking, with thirsty hearts and ears, His brook-like songs whom glory never weaned
From humble smiles and tears.
Slowly there grew a tender awe,
Sun-like, o'er faces brown and hard,
Some presence of the bard.
And slavish tyranny to see,
In high humanity.
I thought, these men will carry hence
Promptings their former life above, And something of a finer reverence
For beauty, truth, and love.
God scatters love on every side,
Freely among his children all,
Wherein some grains may fall.