Pebbles
JAMES TANDY ELLIS
Issued by Carrollton Democrat, Carrollton, Ky.
BY MAIL fct
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His Blessed Eyes.
I see the sun in glory shine
Across the fields of Palestine,
And standing in its golden glow
I see the Christ of long ago.-
The tranquil blue of holy skies
Seems mirrored in his gentle eyes. -
My Savior's eyes.
Those blessed eyes.
Those blessed eyes so pure and sweet
Where love and hope in one glance meet.
Where beams of tenderness arise:
My Savior's eyes,
Those blessed eyes.
I see him in life's thorny way
With weary feet at close of day.
The sick and lame are near Him there.
His head is bowed in silent prayer,
And 'mid the deep and suppliant cries
The God-light glowvs within His eyes.
My Savior's eyes,
Those blessed eyes.
The day is dark on Calvary.-
His heart of love and purity
Calms into death, and all is still,
The shadows fall across the hill,
But ere His spirit upward flies.
Forgiveness beams from out His eves.
My Savior's eyes.
Those blessed eves.
Among the Hills of Monterey.
Among the hills of Alonterev,
Thro' balm Find sweet of .Junetide dav,
Where buld-br; wed cliffs look grimly down
Upon the quaint and peaceful town,
Where Cedar wends its rnurm'ring way
Among the hills of Monterey.
Alike some distant mountain scene
Of moss-kiss'd rocks and foliage green
Alike some plastic Alpine view
Where clouds roll in the azure blue--
The mind's eve paints the summer day
Among the hills of Monterey.
The golden sun has shower'd its beam
Upon the bosom of the stream,
The interlacings of the trees
Are trembling in the gentle breeze
The red-bird trills a rondelay
Among the hills of Monterey.
The creeping thyme of purple bloom
Clings o'er the rocks-its faint perfume
Is mingling with the partridge-vine,
The elderberry and wood-bine---
Each wild bloom cheers the woodland way
Among the hills of Monterey.
And 'neath the bower of velvet shade
The wild-rose blooms within the glade,
The graceful ferns are bending o'er
And nodding toward the river shore,
Around the oaks the squirrels play
Among the hills of Alonterey
Perhaps some bard has wandered here
In summer time of olden year,
Whose soul with nature-love was fill'd,
Whose heart with forest charms wvas thrilld,
Who lingered in a fond delay
Among the hills ef Monterey.
The ocean-blue of limpid bky,
The fragratnt breeze that whispers by,
The drowsy ril)el(fs of the stream,
The glory of the forest dream--
Ah. sweet the sc.ene. ah, glad the (lay,
Among thi' hills (f Monterey.
A Night of June.
Over the skies
A silk veil lies,
shimnmered with silver and (liamond light.
Hloly and sweet
Where the moonbeams greet
The tranquil charml of the sumimer night.
The night-winds croon
Of the balmy June,
And steal away to the river shore,
Where the willows bend
And the wvaters blend
With the hallowed moonlight sifting o'er.
A night bird trills
On the shadowed hills,
.\nd strangely sweet is the mellow flow
Of each liquid note
From his golden throat,
As he sings alone in the changing glow.
Each geaming star
In the depths afar
Springs iridescent in its ray
Enchanting rifts
Or the color shifts
Are touching o'er the Milky Way.
Oh night of June.
Oh radiant moon.
Some spirit-touch comies with your eharu.
Some sacred spell
That seenms to tell
Alone of memories sveet and warm.
Oh. could we find
With the sI)irit-mniI(1
The vision of that Hidden Rtest,
Oh, could we feel
Thro' the mystic Real
The heart-pulse of each spirit-breast.
Perchance in dreams
There will come, it seems,
The breath of angels ling'ring near,
From the mist and gloom
Of the nether-tomb
A heav'n-toned message wve may hear.
Oh night so deep).
vV hen the world s asleep.
Some dear departed one may stan(l
lUnseen but near
Beside us here
To Imoint us to the Better Land.
Morning On Eagle.
1.
ris a suulmiler morn on the winding stream,
The gold barn break from the eastern throne,
Streaking the inesh of the woodland dream,
Linking the light in a blended to(ne--
Diamonds in dewdrops beneath the beam
Of the bursting sun, and the magic gleam.
II.
The thrush is awake in the sycamore,
And his music-soul is a-light with tune:
He bathes his crest by the grassy shore,
Where the vines are hung in a gay festoon.
And he trills a song of the bird-land lore
And glads each note that he warbles o'er.
II-
The marsh-wren echoes a tiny song
From his nest where the nut-grass waves so green;
His delicate cadence is ringing among
The melodies, luscious anti pure-serene.
The mockingbird perched on the alder prong
Ile-echoes a rhapsody sweet and long.
IV.
By the mossy banks, where the fairy lilue
Of the pickerel-weed, an(1 the purple pink
Of the pepper-root. and the heaven-touched hue
Of the bluehells bending o'er the brink,
And the jewel-weed in the sparkling (lew
Where the morn-kissed fragrance wanders thro'-
V.
In the lurid tinge of the (lawning hour
The sonorous sweep of ambrosial morn,
Where each God-sent bird and each wild-robed flower
Is aglow with a gladness newly born,
Where each hidden glade with its leafy bower
.Makes appeal to the soul with a mystic power.
VI.
And the mill-wheel turns in a (lrowsy dream.
And the waters shower to a rainbow spray.
And the song is an ever-varying theme,
As the old wheel sings to the (lawning day,
And the tender, tinkling mur-murings seem
To cast an enchantment albroa(l the stream.
VI'.
The sun 0oozds the hills in a russet gloxv,
The valley is flushed as a morn of the spring;
The humming-bird (lips where the blooms bend low.
Amnd the king-fisher pipes as he bends to Wing---
There's nmusic and love vvhere the wild flowers grow-
There s solace and peace by the wate- s flow
A River Sunset.
ITST the gentlest zephyr, laden with the rarest perfumes of
Spring, is touching the willow-branches-the interlacing of
the overhanging trees gives a shadowed outline along the
peaceful shore. A charming tranquility hovers o'er the velvet-
green of the bold-browed hills. Some modest little bird is d1os-
ing his evening song-a softly drawn melody tinged with a
sweet sadness. It is the hour of sunset, and a spiritual and holy
calm seems to diffuse itself in the luminous, delicate twilight.
The evening sun is glowing in dusky fire-the river is
changing from silver ra(liance to burnished gold. Great shafts
of rosy. golden light are sweeping out through the windows of
thle weste4rn sky-the wvaters are shining like a great inirror
under the heavens illumined like a transparency- magic
changes of light an(l alluring color-the subdued harmiony of
violet abd blue interwoven with tints of emerald and mother-of-
pearl, set upon a background of flaming gold.
In the dusk of the semi-transparent night, the magic veil
of some peri seems softly wafting down.
The skies are now touched with the prismatic lights of
precious stones, of amethyst. and cameo, with here and there the
interminigling lilac tones.
Mosaics of jasper and cornelian are flitting oler the far
away rims of the eerie-gleaming cloutds.
The sun is sinking behind the ramlparts of the eternl-A
hi11s--the gorgeous interchanges of light--the color enclantt-
mnents. are fading wvith the (dying sun-one glorious sheet of
purple and gold lingers along the deepening sky, and abl4 Ve this
parting glow a dear little face seems to rise andl smile a fond
(T()ODO.Nl( IHT.