The splendor of life is at evening, edge-shadowed, , 
yet beautiful still, i 
The fierceness cf noon-t'de, the heart-hope of morn¬ 
ing all softened at last. : 
And smilingly, whisperingly, lovingly, far yond the 
cloud-emlfraced bill. 
The breath of the lingering twilight wafts peace 
for all tciltomer.ees past. 
.... 1 
And the ehadowa of years dimly gnnting, weave col- j 
ors of ligDtsomcst hours. 
■When the checkering sunshine told stories that 
brightened spring’s coquettish days. 
When autumn was grandest, or cold snows played , 
shuddering games with the flowers, 
Or the summer sent forth in its gladness calm radi¬ 
ance over life’s ways. 
We have kept the fond greeting remembrance of 1 
dear ones who’re wandering far, 
Hand-claspings the wannest and freest, embracings 
of passion and glee: 
— Ah, for some, rnlsEcd with dull heavy heart ache, 
the right came too soon for a star; 
Just as well: In the College above ns they have 
taken tbtir Master’s degree. 
And our beautiful lovers, we wonder do they wear 
the same glad winsome Emiles, 
Still look with their ever calm wooing from the 
same earnest infinite eyes. 
Are etiil watching and waiting in patience, still weav¬ 
ing the welrdeomcst wiles, 
To give us the band of the guerdon at the end of 
earth's saddening guise. 
And so, while the moments are regal, soft breaths 
seem to whisper of youth, 
Seem murmuring voices to echo the buried music 
of love. 
Seem ghostly finger? retouching the faded pictures of 
truth. 
Seems soft-hearted memory’s gladneee around—be- 
beneath—above. 
These friends from the far spirit-country, are they 
not over-kindly we ween— 
Were it not best to leave the heart-quiet that 
crownB us with royalest grace? 
What matters the truth or the beauty of goodness 
that might once have been— 
Should we reek to uncover the shrouding that muf¬ 
fles the past’s still face? 
Who sent them ?—and wherefore ?—do they tell us of 
aught that we knew not before ? 
We care not to buffet the forgings a lifetime has 
riveted strong: 
When all the glad hope-years are ended, is it gainful, 
the hoping aught more— 
Mid the ruins of faith's fairest castles, what profits 
the lingering long r 
What profits all this?—ay, what profits the sum of 
humanity's life, 
With its breathings of loving and longing, and then 
with its dying at length ?— 
Why, if i’ life's war we never have faltered, there's a 
long Sabbath-peace after strife, 
And Victory proudly will laurel the scars on her 
glorious strength. 
So these sprite-friends draw nearer and closer, as 
murmurs the calm voice of Rest, 
All eartblinets ending forever, with its wreathings 
of brightness and love, 
Like the beautiful day’s that have met us when soul- 
hopes were peaceful and blest, 
Coming back at. the spirit’s fond beckon, to whisper 
“the best are above. 1 ' 
And they fold round us tenderly, closely, the dear 
sweet embracings from Him, 
Lulling weariness into the sinmber thatwakes to 
His glory at last: 
The glad dawn of Eternity’s morning brings the 
splendor that never grows dim, 
And when the far there’s gained forever, who will 
count all the billows we’ve past? 
There is rest for the feet that are weary with tread¬ 
ing the long serried way. 
Where the ennlight has blessed all too faintly its 
hedgings of thorniest flowers. 
And the Bhipsof the fleet or heart-passions lie wreck¬ 
ed with their pennants so gay, 
On the rocks all Heath’s hither shore lining, the 
strand of the vanished Time’s hours. 
There Is rest for the hands Ibat are weary, clasped 
closest on cheeks all tear-wet 
With the memory of gladsomest love-light, like 
night’s Jeweled glistening above,— 
And the strife of the world’s fierce passion reaches 
nothing that knows a regiet 
In the homes which no earth-hand has builded, the 
dear city of Infinite Love. 
There is rest for the heads that are weary, deep- 
weighted with suffering's crown, 
’ilid the breathlnge of l'airiest music, its wooings of 
peace o'ercast, 
’Mid Ihe whispering of an gel-echoes, on soft bed6 of 
snowiest down, 
And saddened by no dreary achiug—all nnxiousnese 
quiet at last. 
There is rest for the hearts that are weary, bruised 
hard in the roughening fight 
By the sting of their haughtiest yearning, the Bpur 
of earth's crimson’d wine: 
How the dashings of life-waves' grandeur are stilled 
in the death-brought night, 
But up yonder, soul-pure like God’s Eden, the 
throne-liglit forever will shine. 
0 silver bells, chiming life's honoring on with your 
music of peace, 
Though ever more faintly the echoes come soft 
with their muffled repeat: 
For the hands on the dial seem pointing to where all 
heart-strivings shall cease, 
; All the spirit's unsatisfied yearnings be requited 
with love-lile so sweet I 
Is the golden age our youth-time ?— 
Fairies but our servants then. 
Imaged in seen queerest quaintness 
That we never deem them men. 
With each thought of laughing grotesque, 
Spectacle? of gladdest, glee 
Color like the dazzling prism 
All the living yet to be. 
But the glad hours, fleeing swiftly, 
End the day’s youth all too soon, 
As the morning loops her shadows, 
And all-glorious comes the noon. 
Crowned with golden-banner'd splendor. 
As he treads the azure atr, 
While earth’s shield of bossy cloudness 
Scarce the eky’B fierce fire-darts bear. 
Ah, Time carries all life’s childhood 
To his realm of Nevermore, 
Borne down by the rapid river, 
Surging to the Eternal Shore. 
And our heedless spirits linger 
Where we keep our memory’s trace, 
Beautiful upon the shore-land 
With her wiedom-sbadow'd face. 
And life robes her blithesome noonday 
In the world’E love, fair and bright, 
Morning only simplest pleasure, 
Not a thonght of hasting night. 
— O, while on the future drives us, 
God direct the cb&riotrsteed, 
Beck’niug from His pearl-wrought gateway, 
Bidding each true heart “good speed.” 
^wumsnvii 
For Moore’s P.UTal New-Torker. 
MISCELLANEOUS ENIGMA. 
[The following Poem was a prominent feature at 
the recent Commencement of the University ol 
Rochester, and well received by a large audience. 
At our solicitation, its modest and meritorious 
author (who is a contributor to the Rural,) has 
consented to its publication,-E d. R.N.-Y.] 
A FANTASIE OF LIFE, 
Head before the Society of Alumni of the University or 
Boche6ter, Tuesday Evening, July 10, 1866, 
BY WM. S. LEE. 
The realm of fancies is a winsome home, 
It6 meadiands glinting bright mceaic’d green, 
And there in gentleet dalliance one may roam 
’Mid glories blushing purest when unseen. 
There summer rules, with gayest royal’d head, 
There woos eternal love’s voluptuous gale, 
And naught of glorionsnes* c«a ever fade. 
Nor beauty’s rainbow radiance ever pale. 
I loitered there a few glad hours to day 
When sunlight mingled waving shadow-plumes, 
And, unpretending, gathered a bouquet 
Amid the asphodels and amaranth blooms. 
My pinning knife claims not the sharpest powers, 
Claims only sharpness little more than dull. 
And did but chip the stems of humor’s flowers. 
Yet which I strove with eager bands to cull. 
Forgive me, then, if I provoke no laugh— 
My wreaths for her who bears the diamond lance 
Shall crown a rich libation, once to qnafl', 
Then to forget—time's but a long perchance :— 
Life but a circling journey;—youth to age, 
Then age again to childhood; while the sun, 
Rounding its zeniths, lumes earth’e mantled page 
At morn and eve with painting never done. 
Grandly the soul-thoughts guard each serried height, 
In all the splendor of their prieUnc birth, 
Yet eolemn, conscious of eternal might, 
And tranquil, with a wisdom not of earth. 
Ah, fancies make up life'e reality,— 
The seeming grandest are the dearest bought,— 
Perhaps the best is immortality; 
And, satisfied Willi all the putt has wrought, 
To look not hack—to think of naught behind— 
To come with tempest hearts all hushed and still; 
Wise now to read with eyes that were 60 blind, 
To seek life’s reasons only in life’s will:— 
So proudly do we gird ourselves anew. 
And burnish weapons blunt and stained before, 
Eager, in all our manhood’s soul can do, 
For'conflicts where Fate leads us evermore. 
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GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 23 lettere. 
My 3, 2,10,14 is a river in North America. 
My 10,13, 5, 21,23 Is a country in Europe. 
My 14,1G, 6, 2,17 is the capital of one of the U. S. 
My 4, 8, 21, 22,12,10 is a city in Spain. 
My 18, 20, 0, 8 is one of the West India islands. 
My 21, 23,11,15 is a city in Massachusetts. 
My 7,17,1, 2 is a city in Maine. 
My fi, 19,18, 3 is a river in America. 
My whole 5s the name of a celebrated author and 
statesman. 
East Palmyra, N. Y. E. H. Clark. 
L* - Answer in two weeks. 
II.-Noon: which is the Present. 
’Tween twoEtemltice we stand to-day,— 
BehiDd, the paet f before, the future's way: 
While the low murmur oi the morning’s breeze 
Is stilled forever ’mid the statued trees. 
And our mid-noon seems like Eome new-year’s eve, 
When all the momente linger, loth to leave 
The dead past, hopeful as a golden dream, 
Remembered like the sunshine’s radiant gleam. 
And more than one, grown np lo life’e high noon, 
Its hardness mellowed by gay, wanton June, 
Are standing on the threshold of the Now: 
And, looking back upon the morning’s brow, 
Bo lypical of all our thoughts and dreams, 
Checkered with sunlight and with shadow-beams, 
We read the lesions of life’s older thought, 
Wide differing from youth’s glad twiniugs, wrought 
About warm hearts, brimful of glowing love, 
Impressed so firmly with God’s seal above. 
— Yet sometimes only outlines Jkint nud dim 
Mark that the inner self belongs to Him— 
And, mindful of each hour of toilsome zest, 
We. wonder, maybe, if ’twae all the best. 
And wistful sigh, perhaps, for vanished trust, 
Or faith, or little heaps Of beauty’s dust. 
Once animate with wealth of golden life; 
Or victory's triumphs in the world's hard strife; 
And sadly long for what comes nevermore,— 
The old song.ecboes from the far-off Ehore, 
The lightsome joyonsness of frolic’s tone. 
The foUlee of glad hours so long agone, 
Wbercelbreathings of eonl-mueic seem to blend 
With fancies whispering of eome old-time friend: 
— And yet what use ? that, gate-path Eden ward 
J» guarded ever by the flaming sword 
That turn* all ways, and long as earth’s life lasts 
The angel watches over squandered paste. 
Ah, God’s humanity will never know 
The heights of happiness or depths of woe, 
Nor can our mortal rashness dare aspire 
To pass the bounds so marked by heavenly fire, 
Like tbaumaturgists, boldly In the land 
Ruled net by nature, but by spirit-hand. 
No-ratber taught by Him who pities all, 
Who inark& the humblest sparrow's fluttering fall, 
The lessons of the hours forever gone 
Wifi serve as guide-posts for the earth-way on. 
Yet still we're homesick for the love and life 
So cold and dead amid the world’s fierce strife. 
’Tie true our own gay boy-time’s happiest pride 
Is lengthened to a manhood's firm-eet stride: 
But brooks that babbled in our childhood’s ears 
Have grown to rivers, broad and strong and fierce: 
The golden lilies, grasped with tiny hands 
Are withered, and the stems in thorny bands 
Bind to the world with passion’s lulling song, 
While all the eagled legions of earth’s wrong 
Marehulling, “ Philistines are upon us men I” 
But. we, Delilah-ehorn, once and again 
Forget onr heaven-strong powers, our God-blessed 
birth. 
And lay our heads on the soft lap of earth 
To dream away our manhood. O, to-day 
Should we not rise in grandness on life’s way, 
And break through all the hampering Gaza gates 
To the fur mountains whero our Heaven waite ? 
Ovghh stand for nothing. ’Tis a tiring road 
That leads to Immortality and God. 
By thoughts, Dot breathings, grow the soul’s best 
flowers, 
And deeds, not words, mark off the life-clock’s hours. 
Bow slow we are. We learn but of the past: 
'Tis true its memory-mellowed light will laet 
Ae long as time; and yet. beyond the shades 
That hide the dim hereafter’s love-kissed glades 
We know the better life-time somewhere lies, 
And waits us hope-words of what never dies. 
And alwav through a drear and misty veil 
Breathe the glad promises that never fail, 
Thun trustful, forward, with an earnest soul, 
We’il set onr face toward the glorious goal, 
With girded ioine, and weapons burnished bright, 
And manhood's spirit—for the great fierce fight. 
So the noon goes: and the meridian sun, 
Eager to end the splendor-light begun 
That times the music of the universe. 
Prints deeper lines along his onward course. 
The kingly brightness, jeweling day’s crown, 
I'aleB when the nearing darkness claims, night’s owd, 
The night that closes all things in hie shade, 
Save but the few too heaven-bright to fade. 
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Address D. D. T. MOURE. Rochester, N. Y. 
Moet given by nature to be low, 
By art I’m well conducted, 
And raised to station eminent, 
And strangely I’m constructed. 
For though five letters make my name, 
There stands a five betwixt 'em ; 
And tarn them round I’m just the same, 
My belDg so hath fixed ’em. 
But more—I stand for one (if you 
My head and tail dissever) 
That lived more years than many live, 
And very near forever. 
Answer in two weeks. 
I.—Morning: which is the Past. 
Glowing golden are the sunbeams 
Rich with morning's clover dew, 
Writing on earth’s walls of greenness 
Stories old, yet ever new; 
Shining on the smiling flowers. 
Whispering to each passing breeze 
How true loveliness will linger 
Where the Ikce of heaven she sees. 
And we read the brightest shacLngs 
Traced In glory evennore 
By the loving sunlight’s pencil 
On earth’6 wood nnd wave and shore. 
For the stars, heart-pure as Eden, 
Diamonding God's heaveDly loam, 
No loDger glint the silver watch-fires 
Round their everlasting home. 
Freshly come the Epicy breathings 
From the kingly meadiands fair, 
Joyful murmur gurgling brooklets 
To the lulling, perfumed air. 
And the dew-drops, jewel-glistening, 
Deck with eprayings each light hour, 
While tbe golden lilies ’neath them 
Laugh in every sparkling shower. 
’Tis not far, the going backward 
To onr foolish, early days, 
When we, in life's joyons morning 
Strove to win onr mead of praise. 
All so hopeful in the future, 
All eo trustful in the truth. 
All eo eager to do battle 
For the fantasies of youib. 
Onjtime’e solemn-shadowed portal 
Lightsome piny we, each lair day, 
Hearing faintly heaven’s harp-strains 
Wafted from the Far Away. 
Thinking naught of love-lit hours, 
W eleomed to be quickly gone— 
Of no striving, yearning sadness 
That may ache to gather one. 
Through tbe meads of fact and fancy 
Find the sheaves of wheat and chaft’, 
Sec bright pictures, quick to vanish 
At some hard, rihaWlst laugh : 
Wonder in onr foolish dreaming 
How many Platonic yews 
Earth has loved and laughed and blossomed 
In her life of smiles and teats. 
Often through the thorny hedges 
Lnred by some gay passion-flowers, 
Robed in beauty so deceitful, 
Wilhered in a few short horns: 
But the golden-frclghted teachings 
All are given on iviEdom's ground, 
Where she smooth t~ '.he rough, eharp corners 
Dear home-love had sever found. 
Carried on the soft wlnd.wingings, 
Hearing aye the glad “All's well,” 
Never seems life's ocean storm-dark, 
Never roughened billows swell. 
Tightly clasped are Hope's best anchors 
To brave hearts where no fears come, 
And the soul's bright morning ever 
Sights the headlands guarding home. 
And we keep our childhood's lovers 
Pare and fond and blithesome hearts, 
Clasped in ever ctoso am bracings 
Where the heaven ne’er departs: 
Keep them with the childhood’s spirit, 
With the fancies sunbeams blend, 
With the silver-echoed warbling? 
Of the eongs that never end. 
And 1 know—(perhaps I dream it) 
That they love ns true and fond, 
Fling around us beaming radiance 
From Hope’s glorious light boyond. 
That they ever breathe a blessing 
On the brightness that haB been, 
Watching with their quiet patience 
All the gathering home again. 
ANSWER TO ENIGMAS. Ac.. IN No. 862, 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma . —Do good when¬ 
ever yon can, and forget it. 
Answer to Miscellaneous AnagramsHelp mam¬ 
ma, time and tide, take a chair, warm weather, chari¬ 
ty and forgiveness, a haughty spirit, infancy. 
We are informed, by numerous correspondents, that 
A. L. Shaded * answer to Problem, in Rural of July 
14, Is incorrect: that A owned 22% acres; B17%acres, 
and C 20 acres. 
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Oft paves the way to money; 
Flies are attracted less, by far, 
With vinegar than honey. 
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Ill,-Evening ; wMch is the Future. 
Well. The day-king has bowed to his judgment, and 
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Not now in her storm-covered vesture, o’erbroid- 
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But her grandeur of statelineee regal atbwarting the 
Western domes, 
Her mantle of Tynan purple with starriest jewels 
inwrought. 
Like golden-heads tired seeking roses in wildwoods 
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Are motherward turning their faces, as love paints 
tbe gloam’s setting sun, 
So alter all earth's weary lessons, we rest in some 
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And hard hearts grow soltened and gladful with 
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The Mission of Science.— Nature kindly 
disguises hereeli everywhere around us, and the 
eye of science' alone detects, in the beauty of 
change, nothing but the beauty of death. 
