Poetry

Lake County Press, Issue 2391, 31 August 1911, Page 2

Poetry

FROM THE POETS. Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night. Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires 1 can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles. As thy softest limbs I feel Smiles as of the morning steal O’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breast Where thy little heart doth rest. 0, the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep, When thy little heart doth wake Then the dreadful night shall break WILLIAM BLAKE. FRIENDSHIP. I do not think thou hast forgotten me— Thy friend in days gone by— I know thou’rt treading paths marked out for thee, Though mine they come not nigh. We may not meet, that each to each may tell How fares with us the day; Yet thoughts at eve on absent loved ones dwell— We name them as we pray. Our friendship’s chain that proved so strong and true, Retains it golden gleam Because the links, so wrought to bind the two, Were formed by high esteem.

I miss thee, friend, I long to have thee near, To hold thy hand in mine ; For thou, 1 feel, art still my friend sincere, As I am truly thine. THE HOME LETTER. By L. M. THORNTON. Oh mighty mountain and restless sea, Oh shifting- sands of the desert wide. Be kind to the message that goes from me To the little home where my loved ones bide. Be kind, nor halt it upon its track O’er vour winding ways, in the gray mail sack. Oh. white-winged vessel and rumbling train. Oh coach and horses that speed away. My message bear through the sun and rain l'o the little home where my loved ones stay. Nor praise, nor thanks shall you ever * lack •For the prize you bring in the gray mail sack. Oh night be loyal and day be kind; Oh winds be gentle, lest all too late ■i v tender message a transit find To the little home where my loved ones wait. Forces unseen, make safe its track, In the dark confines of the gray mail sack.