Elizabethan days . OREST(Near Clearfield, Pa.) ENTINELLED by sharp mountain peaksLike martyrs in a gateless pitJ Ten thousand fire swept warriors of the foreststandVoiceless awaiting a certain doom—To drop forgotten through the gloom—Be buried in the soft black the evening zephyr speaksAmong the fragile charred top boughsIn gentle tones, as though to palliateA fate which seems so needless and so hard—But every cracking branch repels the breezeAnd, pain-racked, bids it to be still—Repeating the story how that lying windFilled full of life the striped flameWhose warm caresses did
Elizabethan days . OREST(Near Clearfield, Pa.) ENTINELLED by sharp mountain peaksLike martyrs in a gateless pitJ Ten thousand fire swept warriors of the foreststandVoiceless awaiting a certain doom—To drop forgotten through the gloom—Be buried in the soft black the evening zephyr speaksAmong the fragile charred top boughsIn gentle tones, as though to palliateA fate which seems so needless and so hard—But every cracking branch repels the breezeAnd, pain-racked, bids it to be still—Repeating the story how that lying windFilled full of life the striped flameWhose warm caresses did the forest abashed the murmur vanishes,Over the imperishable hills A laughing sunset, bright as the killing fire ap-pearsFlooding the valley of wide expanseWith countless fresh-born after blazing forth its narrows to a frownAnd then behind the hills (imperishable) goes upon the stricken valley darkness does gently bendBringing the humbled forest one day nearer to its 45. THE FAIR LADY ANNA WAS at Latonia, in the early fall,On the third race I staked my all,Upon the Fair Lady Annas chanceTo win at seven-furlongs distance. Id read the entries, which was nothing new,And having that day little else to doExcept indulge my fondness for the horse,I went by early train to the race-course. For I had seen Fair Lady Anna downA chestnut filly of some renown,And for her Names Sake I declared Id playHer—Its all in a lifetime, anyway! I watched the first and second races through, I placed my bet, and then emerged to view The horses as they passed the grandstand, one by , his black coat glistening in the sun,And Dan McKenna, Lily of the West,The long-legged Haviland, and all the the Fair Lady Anna cantered up the track,With little black Sidney Bonner bouncing on her off! the shout comes from the standAnd cries of partisans arise on every hand—With Dan McKenna leading at three-quarters post,But the fleet Lady An
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