To "The Quiet Life."

Evening Star, Issue 8118, 18 January 1890, Page 1 (Supplement)

To "The Quiet Life."

Even a3 one in city pent Dazed with the stir and din of town, Dreams on the pane in discontent, And sees the dreary rain come down. Yet, through the dimmed and dripping glass, Beholds, in fancy, visions pisg Cf spring that breaks with all her leaves, Of birds that build in thatch and eaves, Of woodlands where the throstle calls, Of girla thit gather cowslip balls, Of kine that low and lambs that cry, Of trains that jolt and rumble by, Of brooks that sing by brambly way?, Of sunburned folk that stand at gaze, Of all the dreams with which men cheat The stony Eermons of the street— So, in its hour, the artist brain, Weary of human ills and woes, Weary of passion and of pain. And vaguely craving for repose, Deserts a while the stage cf stiife, To draw the even, ordered life ; The careful days, the dreamless nights, The homely round of plain delights, Thecalm, the unambitioßed mind, Which all men seek and few men find. Ltt the dieam pass, the fancy fade ! We clutch a shape, and hold a shade. Is Peace so peaceful ? Nay, who knows ! There are voloanoeß under snows. Austin Dobsoj.\