St. Louis Post-Dispatch
November 13, 1910 (2)

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REJOICE, CITIZEN CRATER OF ST. LOUIS, SUNDAY | MORNING, NOVEMBER 13, 1910.

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GERMAN DARN IT | CAN NEVER. FIND THE | POCKETS. NICKEL OVDEON

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' did.. Some Homer in whose mighty. voice the ‘gifts of all men shail rejoice, and gaining cour- age from his own, essay the rest of it alone. Some great Euripides whose song shall rise tri- umphantly and strong, and bid whatever is the sphere’s to hearken and to cock its ears. Some leader who shall give the word by which all genius here ts stirred, and seeks, without regard of pelf, some method to express itself. When mén shall fall upon the harp, and artizans within the warp of tapestries shall find the bliss that baffles all analy8is; when painters, dramatists and such will happen here to beat the Dutch, and where is nothing for the nonce shall be another Renaissance. “But who will start it?’ Saxon said; and more than one time scratched his head, and stood per- plexed in this respect lest genius after all be wrecked. “Now, who will be the singer first to wake all singers with a burst of fine, old- fashioned classic song, and bid them push the thing along?” “You will,” a voice within him said, and albeit he shook his head and murmured modestly that he was scarcely competent to be the one to do it, still the wee, small voice per- sisted doggedly, and in the end he felt the thrill of duty and exclaimed, “I will!” Putting Dante Through His Paces. | ND thus, desisting from our rhynie, he la- ney ey ee eee Fan a “*‘Half way along the journey of our lifetime, I found myself within a gloomy forest, Because the Right Way had been lost at night. time.’ “The journey goes all through the ——— of St. Louis—real estate deals, life insurance, saloons, dance halis, etc., and by way.of Purga- tory or The Bathing Place (as at Meramec) to Paradise or the ‘sky life’ of true happy wedded love, with many and intimate touching details of this blissful state of which the ‘right way’ has been lost to 60 many. The poet lives id company with that utterly lovely companion, daughter of the’ gods, Beatrice, or the blessed one, the be- loved, of whom it is said: “‘Her eyes were shining brightéy than the starlight,’ and her voice was so sweet that when she spoke it was like an angel speaking Italian. The poém ends in a pretty picture of the young bridegroom and bride, the ineffable vision, with the words: i “The love that sways the sun and all Ahe ‘stars.’ ” Poetry on the High Gear. ‘R. SWAN, who is a teacher of languages and was at the University of Tokio when he conceived the theory which has brought him to St. Louis, is perhaps 50, and his father was custodian of the Ruskin Museum at Sheffield. He believes in St. Louis thoroughly as the scene of the forthcoming literary eruption, but he is nevertheless good-natured-about it, and(- the possibilities of our own Bt Louis es the Hell)

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erns like Burns, De Maupassant and Matthew Arnold, and allusions to Swinburne, Tennyson, Goldsmith, Pope, Bernard Shaw and others, in- stead of the ancients and unknowns of the orig- inal, are all the changes he has made. He says he spent a night-at a-hotel in-the West End to get the wail and mournfulness: into this passage: Through me you pass into the thournful city; Through me .you pass Into the state of gloom; Through me you pass to lost.souls, fallen from pity. ae Desire for — was my nigh! —— Born of true wisdom and ⸗ maida first love; I am the offspring of the force of nature. ° Beteie. me lasted; every age, each year, I go on always to the end of doom. — ae ——— — eae —— | J ee — 2* =a * —A AB. dix, Mar ewes : & as ; salt —— —