Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 34 December 1886 to May 1887 . sed,Light blown, as if from fairy bower. Came fluttering oer the yellow sandTo me this magic flower. I knew its folded petals hid The breath and bloom of other days. And that some happier hour might giveIts beauty to my gaze. Through all the paths of Palestine,And wide across the stormy sea, My cherished rose of JerichoI brought to home and thee. And now the secret of my soul I to the wizard rose have told,And if to-morrows light shall see Its dusty scroll unrolled, If life and bloom and odor come Again as from a grave set fre
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 34 December 1886 to May 1887 . sed,Light blown, as if from fairy bower. Came fluttering oer the yellow sandTo me this magic flower. I knew its folded petals hid The breath and bloom of other days. And that some happier hour might giveIts beauty to my gaze. Through all the paths of Palestine,And wide across the stormy sea, My cherished rose of JerichoI brought to home and thee. And now the secret of my soul I to the wizard rose have told,And if to-morrows light shall see Its dusty scroll unrolled, If life and bloom and odor come Again as from a grave set rose of Jericho will tell That secret wish to thee. The morning beams; the lady steps,Expectant, to her garden bower; Behold, the withered stem upholdsA Iare, mysterious flower! A subtle odor steals abroad; The petals gleam with golden hue:It is as if the wanderers heart Had opened to her view. A step draws near; there is no needFor words to tell what roses know; To utter loves own speech has floweredThe rose of Jericlio. CAPE BRETON FOLK. BY C. H. Si. T is worth while to visita civilized people thatstill grinds grain byhand between twostones; for doubtlesswe may find amongthem bread of theprimeval flavor, andmen and women that are racy and set out for Cape Breton to see such apeople. We are so full of steam and elec-tricity that a deal of fizz and fiash blindsus to the charms of simple things. As Isped along on the Intercolonial Railwayfrom Quebec past the watering-places onthe St. Lawrence, the beautiful scenery ofthe Matapediac, the Restigouche, the Bayof Chaleurs, and across New Brunswick,I kept wondering whether I could reallyenjoy a patriarchal sincerity in life, and Iwas eager to reach the place where I mighttest my honesty and sympathy. At lastI arrived at Port Mulgrave, and beheldCape Breton Island across the Strait ofCanso. Our two canoes were soon takenfrom the train and launched on thoseEastern waters, and wexmddled away downthe strait. The
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