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Title: The passing of the storm, and other poems
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: King, Alfred Castner
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Publisher: New York : Fleming H. Revell Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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s and boughs. The rustic bunks within the house 26 The Passing of the Storm Were not elaborate affairs; While boxes filled the place of chairs. Tacked on the unpretentious wall Were advertisements, great and small, While lithograph and crayon scenes, Clipped from the standard magazines, Comprised a mimic gallery, Which broke the walFs monotony. No carpets were upon that floor, But at the bottom of the door The rug, against its yawning crack, Consisted of a gunny-sack. Nor was there lock upon that door, The guardian of sordid pelf; The traveller, distressed and sore, Might enter there and help himself. Within this weather-beaten hutOf logs, by many a tempest tried.With doors and windows closely shut.To keep the genial warmth inside;A group of hardy mountaineers,Blockaded by the winters snow.Sat by the firesides ruddy glow.Some old, and old beyond their years,As disappointments, toil and strife.Which constitute the miners life,Must operate with process sure,Toward age, unduly premature;
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=c OL S o 03 —OJ -^ so The Storm 27 For years, in stern privation spent,Are traced in seam and lineament,Which gives the patriarchal faceIts rugged dignity and grace. Although by fond illusions led,Through phantasies of empty air.Which mark an ultimate despair.The miner still sees hope ahead.The prospector could never copeWith dangers and realities.But for the visionary hopeWhich both deceives and mollifies,Alluring him with siren songHer vague uncertain paths along. Yet some, this stalwart group among. Were adolescent,—even young. For hearts, which youthful breasts conceal, Oft burn with energetic zeal. To ope, with labor^s patient key. The mountains hidden treasury. Most furiously it blew and snowed.Most cheerily the firelight glowed.And as the forked tongues of flame,In fierce combustion, writhed and burned.Nor moments space remained the same.The conversation swayed and turned. 28 The Passing of the Storm For tales were told of avalanche,Of army scenes, of mine and ranch,Of wil

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