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 ORION. 
 
 DENVER, COLO 
 
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 When Eve gathered clusters in Eden, 
 
 Thou sawest the bloom of her cheek; 
 And thou didst return all her glances, 
 
 And draw her thy praises to speak. 
 And when, in the wilderness cottage, 
 
 She looked up to thee through her tears, 
 Thy smiles beamed as cheery as ever, 
 
 And brightened her weariest years. 
 Thou sawest the grave where they laid her, 
 
 And tenderly watched o'er her tomb. 
 Where was it, O faithful Orion? 
 
 'Mong all the bright meadows of bloom, 
 Where laid they our beautiful mother? — 
 
 The only one never a daughter; — 
 Was it on hilltop or mountain, 
 
 Afar from the murmuring water? 
 Our hearts say, that close to her Abel 
 
 The) 7 left our first mother to sleep; 
 And though thy bright lamps turned to diamonds 
 
 The dews that the heavens did weep, 
 
When all her fair daughters of music 
 
 Sang dirges beside the lone tomb, 
 And planted the borders with roses, 
 
 The summer air sweet to perfume. 
 Thou sawest, and heardst the birds singing 
 
 At morning, at noonday and night; 
 And yet, not a word thou revealest, 
 
 O sentinel, jeweled with light! 
 Aye! take the sealed book from thy girdle, 
 
 And read us the glorious song 
 They sang upon Ararat's summit, 
 
 When Noah led forth the glad throng. 
 Tell us the message the angels 
 
 Brought down to young Jacob in dream, 
 When, wrapt in the shadows of Bethel, 
 
 The stars lit the clouds with a gleam; 
 Read us the records of ages, 
 
 The histories known to thee well; 
 The joys and the sorrows of sages; — 
 
 Thou smilest, but never wilt tell! 
 Glorious sentinel, spangled with gold; 
 Fresh as the morning, and ne'er to grow r old! 
 
 Wild-Bird. 
 
 Copyright applied for, 1891. 
 
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