We hope, we resolve, we aspire, we pray; And we think that we mount the air on wings Beyond the recall of earthly things, While our feet still cling to the heavy clay. Wings are for angels, but feet for men! We may borrow the wings to find the way; We may hope, and resolve, and aspire, and pray, But our feet must rise or we fall again. Only in dreams is a ladder thrown From the weary earth to the sapphire walls; But the dreams depart and the ladder falls, And the sleeper wakes on his pillow of stone. Heaven is not reached at a single bound, But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round. The Blue and the Gray Francis M. Finch As early as 1867, following our Civil War, the women of Columbus, Miss., on Decoration Day placed flowers impartially upon the graves of Confederate and Union soldiers. This incident inspired the following poem. The author was a resident of Ithaca, N. Y., and for a long time was judge in the highest court of his native state. An appreciation of the meaning of this poem, and of the beauty of its sentiment and its expression, will result in sympathetic, musical tones, with due emphatic pauses and moderate rate. By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Under the other, the Gray. These, in the robings of glory; Under the willow, the Gray. From the silence of sorrowful hours, The desolute mourners go, Lovingly laden with flowers, Alike for the friend and the foe.- Under the lilies, the Gray. So, with an equal splendor, Waiting the judgment day; Mellowed with gold, the Gray. So, when the summer calleth, Sadly, but not with upbraiding, No more shall the war cry sever, When they laurel the graves of our dead: Tears and love, for the Gray. The House by the Side of the Road Sam Walter Ross Aside from the standard requirement of thought-grasp and earnest. ness, these two suggestions will suffice as to the delivery of this oft-quoted poem: (1) pass the lines without pausing that do not require a pause; (2) vary the emphasis on the phrases repeated in the last two lines of the stanzas. I THERE are hermit souls that live withdrawn There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths Where highways never ran; But let me live by the side of the road And be a friend to man. 2 Let me live in a house by the side of the road, The men who are good and the men who are bad, I would not sit in the scorner's seat, Or hurl the cynic's ban; Let me live in a house by the side of the road 3 I see from my house by the side of the road, But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears, Both parts of an infinite plan; Let me live in my house by the side of the road And be a friend to man. 4 I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead And mountains of wearisome height; That the road passes on through the long afternoon And stretches away to the night. But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice, And weep with strangers that moan, Nor live in my house by the side of the road 5 Let me live in my house by the side of the road Where the race of men go by; They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong, Wise, foolish-so am I. Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat, Or hurl the cynic's ban? Let me live in my house by the side of the road And be a friend to man. |