The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . g as bliss in their usefulness, rounding their yearsWith lifes choicest blessings with few of its tears. Feb. 16, 1881. 235 THE JILTED MUSE Reply to Ramblers charge in the Oak Park Vindi-cator, that business men become so engrossed in the chasefor Mammon that they lose all love for the beauties of na-ture. We sadly read your Jilted Muse,And learned of her distressesBecause she thinks we now refuseHer by-gone day caresses,—That Mammon now our visions sealTo charms which once hearts grown cold no longer feelThe love once gladly pli
The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . g as bliss in their usefulness, rounding their yearsWith lifes choicest blessings with few of its tears. Feb. 16, 1881. 235 THE JILTED MUSE Reply to Ramblers charge in the Oak Park Vindi-cator, that business men become so engrossed in the chasefor Mammon that they lose all love for the beauties of na-ture. We sadly read your Jilted Muse,And learned of her distressesBecause she thinks we now refuseHer by-gone day caresses,—That Mammon now our visions sealTo charms which once hearts grown cold no longer feelThe love once gladly plighted. We see no more fair, blushing Dawn. Let down her ruby bars, Nor Ceres in the waving corn, . Nor fabled gods in stars. We do not hear the wood Nymphs call, Nor notice tiny elves That swarmed in grove and waterfall When we were our true selves. No more for us does Flora spreadThe landscapes brilliant turn to us from fragrant bedThe modest pansies apple blossoms lock their gates,Their wealth of sweet perfume; 236. We sadly read your Jilted MuseAnd learned of her distresses, But poison hemlock on us waitsIn forests murky gloom. We cannot think all this is true, That neer do we behold Where sunset breaks on coasts of blue In limpid waves of gold; That rainbow with their ancient seal, Gods promise to the world— Can now-a-days not make us feel As that first seen unfurled. Do we not think the crystal dew The tears Aurora shed. And trust that INIemnon story true Which we in boyhood read ? If this we see. and this we hear, We are not as you say, But hold we now those loves as dear As in lifes happy May. April 20, 1887. 237 STROKE BY STROKE Motto of the Oak Park High School Class of by stroke, the legends run:In golden rhyme the oars they bind:The High School class of Ninety-oneLifes open gates before them ! girls and boys of lofty aims,Who stroke by stroke have made your way,With laurel leaves wed wreathe your while we grasp your
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