This their solace evermore. "Read upon this tomb: Here lies-' "Thus among the tombs I tread, In this place that truth I found, Of the gospel of the poor, So we left him. Still o'erhead WILLIAM SAWYER. THE FALLING OF THE APPLE. AS I stood in meditation 'Neath the orchard trees at night, Where the moon and stars of autumn Bathed the earth in pallid light, Then my heart was dark and heavy As I saw an iron hand Moving in a sweep resistless Through the air and sea and land, Ripening its plans gigantic, Holding all things helpless, bound, Till the full-grown curse or blessing Falls as fruitage to the ground. But the silver autumn splendor In the harvest spread around Of a God of patience ever Showering blessings o'er the ground. A. T. WORDEN. |