Towards democracy

420 Lowards Democracy

By grassy slopes and flowering wheatfields, and over the | brooks, he strides— :

A young man, slender, wistful-eyed—with a great bouquet: of flowers in his hand.

Great roses, red and white (in the cottage-home garden gathered),

And sweet-scented ladslove and rich marigolds and mig nonette and lilies,

All trembling in the glimmer of brimming eyes, and steeped in fragrant memories, °

With full full heart he carries ;

And calls in spirit, the while he goes, to her so loved— +

More than all other women on earth beloved—

His mother who bore him.

Till at length by the town arriving,

On her grave in the cemetery ground he faithfully lays . them.

And this the trysting.

This the trysting for which in the little garden, with tears, he gathered the flowers, ;

For which o’er the hills he hastened.—

And this, what means, what boots it?

There truly, below, with head fallen on one side, a! shapeless indistinguishable mass, her body lies—

Three years already from this life departed—

Nor hears nor sees, nor understands at all,