Fade, faue, O world, with thy tangled web, TIME. Pause for a while, O Time, in thy flight, Or failest to weave with silver threads I would I might woo thee into a sleep, Though in wild despair I pray thee stay, Sowing broadcast-as they sow the grain, Some gather the roses for their part; Some bury the thorns deep in their heart, But onward it must forever be, 'Tis vain to repine, 'tis God's decree. William L. Burdick. NIAGARA. Niagara, deep, thrilling voice of God, Majestic in thy glory and thy might, Thou art the first of Nature's masterworks. The tempest's thunder 'mid the fierce storm's roar, The surge of billows beating on the shore, Wild crash of landslides from the mountain hoar, All yield to thee in power grand, sublime. Yet with thy grandeur beauty is arrayed. Through richest tints of heaven, dawn's bright gold, SUNSET. The mountains bathed in glory are, At the coming of day's rest, |