Two Visions

Whcrc closiï the curving mountains drew 'I o clasp the stream in their embrace, With every outline, curve, and hue Rellected in ils placid face, The plowman stopped hls team to watch TIm train, as swjft it thundtred by; Soine distant glimpse of life to catch, He strains his cager, wistful eye. The mornin freshness Hes on him. Jugt wakencd From his balmy dreams' Ihrtrarrltr., beurimed nd dim, llunk loiiuingly ol mounUlin stretms. Oh. fnr the joyous mountain air, The frt-sh. dclijfhllul autumn day Ainong the hillsT The piowman there Mut have xsrpetuai holiday ! And he. as all imj long he RuideJ His steadv plow. with patiënt hand, Thinks of the tiying train that güdes luto srime new, enchanted land, Where day by day no plodding round Wcarics the frame and dulls the mind- lifc thrills keen to sight and sound ith plows and furrowt left bchind Even so, to each, the untrod ways Of hfe are touchcd by fancy's glow That ever shed its brightest raya Upon the path we do not know I