AT SUNSET ON TENNESSEE RIVER.

Majestically, from the pearl-faced gate

Of eastern skies, the mighty stream doth pour

A crimpling current through the golden door

Of western bounds; nor doth our boat abate

Aught of its strife with tides, and night doth wait

Ambushed in shadows yonder crag throws o’er.

And foam-capped waves, which lap the willowed shore,

Are chasing us like hungry hounds of Fate.

What name hast thou, O, Spirit brooding here?

Elusive thou, as creatures of a dream,

Or phantoms of the mist, gone with a breath.

We know not if we must adore or fear

This mystery that holds the land and stream—

And yonder shades; bescreen they Life or death?

WILL MITT SHIELDS.

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NASHVILLE, TENN., DECEMBER, 1905.