The fire in the west burns low; A fading gleam of light And the weary day, in her shroud of gray, A cuckoo sat on a tree, and sang, "Summer is coming, coming; And a bee crept out from the hive, and began Anon Yes, summer had come, and the cuckoo sang Anon PATRIOTIC OLD GLORY (A CHANT-ROYAL)1 "I have seen the glories of art and architecture and mountain and river. I have seen the sunset on Jungfrau, and the full moon rise over Mont Blanc; but the fairest vision on which these eyes ever looked was the flag of my country in a foreign land. Beautiful as a flower to those who love it, terrible as a meteor to those who hate, it is the symbol of the power and glory and the honor of fifty millions of Americans."- GEORGE F. HOAR. ENCHANTED Web! A picture in the air, Drifted to us from out the distance blue From shadowy ancestors, through whose brave care O blood-veined blossom that can never blight! 1 A prize poem, written by Emma Frances Dawson of San Francisco. Mr. John Boyle O'Reilly says of the above poem: "Emma Frances Dawson of San Francisco has added to our patriotic literature a poem that will rank forever with the immortal Star-spangled Banner' of Francis Scott Key, than which it is, in exalted imagery and power, a far grander production." There are but few English chants-royal, the making of them having been called "a hard and thankless task." Edmund W. Gosse and Austin Dobson have each written one and in America, H. C. Bunner, Clinton Scollard and Ernest Whitney have written in this difficult form. |