PS 3511 .068 E8 1916 iCopy 1 ore T^Sss. Copyright N?._ 1 COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. GowirzuxvL wXtisiiwzJL- ft M/naw/insfcru> EUPHRATES AND OTHER POEMS To My Friend CHARLES E. JACKSON "V7"OUTH they tell us is the time of singing * When fervid impulse warms the poet's heart; Naught of frost, that distant eve is bringing, Forbodeth then a frozen fount of art. Noon goes by, the sun is westering ever, Yet swells thy fountain tuneful as at dawn; Fresh and sweet as theirs when, from the cover, Awakened birds make matin to the morn. Chorus they without a voice of sorrow; No twilight mood is burdening their lay: Hinting never some death-darkened morrow, They joy as if unceasing shines the day. Not for thee Castalia's crystal-flowing, Nor Hippocrene and all the muses there; But the West hath somewhat of bestowing, And in her gift thou hast a rightful share. Barren rock has nowise gushed a fountain Save as a sign, a mercy from the Lord. Thirsting ask we naught of Horeb's mountain; Thy heart was smitten with the spirit's rod. Singer, may thy fountain long be filling Abundantly from deepest springs in thee! Prove it from no shallow sources rilling The surface song, the mere futility! E U PH RATES AND OTHER POEMS BY EDWARD CLARENCE FARNSWORTH H PORTLAND SMITH & SALE, PRINTERS 19 16 **& /„v