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Pebbles / James Tandy Ellis. Ellis, James Tandy, 1868-1943. 400dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Kentucky, Electronic Information Access & Management Center Lexington, Kentucky 2002 b92-198-30751623 Electronic reproduction. 2002. (Beyond the shelf, serving historic Kentuckiana through virtual access (IMLS LG-03-02-0012-02) ; These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Pebbles / James Tandy Ellis. Ellis, James Tandy, 1868-1943. Carrollton Democratic, Carrollton, Ky. : [19--]  p. ; 20 cm. Coleman Cover title. Microfilm. Atlanta, Ga. : SOLINET, 1994. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm. (SOLINET/ASERL Cooperative Microfilming Project (NEH PS-20317) ; SOL MN04496.05 KUK) Printing Master B92-198. IMLS This electronic text file was created by Optical Character Recognition (OCR). No corrections have been made to the OCR-ed text and no editing has been done to the content of the original document. Encoding has been done through an automated process using the recommendations for Level 1 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. Digital page images are linked to the text file. Pebbles JAMES TANDY ELLIS Issued by Carrollton Democrat, Carrollton, Ky. BY MAIL fct - This page in the original text is blank. 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.