Force [pp. 113-114]

THE
OVERLAND MONTHLY.
DEVOTED TO
THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE COUNTRY.
VOL. VI. (SECOND SERIES.)-AUGUST, I885. —NO. 32.
FORCE.
THE stars know a secret
They do not tell;
And morn brings a message,
Hidden well.
There's a blush on the apple,
A tint on the wing,
And the bright wind whistles,
And the pulses sting.
Perish dark memories!
There's light ahead;
This world's for the living,
Not for the dead.
In the shining city,
On the loud pave,
The life-tide is running
like a leaping wave.
How the stream quickens,
As noon draws near!
No room for loiterers,
No time for fear.
Out on the farm-lands
Earth smiles as well:
Gold-crusted grain-fields,
With sweet, warm smell;
VOL. VI.-8. (Copyright, ISS885, by OVERLAND MONTHLY Co. Alli'Rights Reserved.)