A Book of Verse.

A Book of Verse.
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Meredith Nicholson has written number of poems, and his publishers have
launched them upon a waiting world with n title that
should send the author’s name thundering down the aisles of the tem ple
given to the specially de voted to poetry.
The book bears the sim ple and yet ambitions title of
“Poems.” One cannot help thinking that the work of selecting the title was a most severe strain on author and publisher, and that the final result must have been reache only
after a tremendous amount of think Sing.
The poems are mechanically correc and the songs are well worded.
Th “Valley of Vision,” of which the follow ing is a fragment, is one of the best:

“Over which peaks does it lie, The wonderful Vailey of Vision, Withholden afas in the realm of rest?
Is it a verdurous cleft in the shadowy mountains elysian,
Hidden by mist and cloud where the su go down in the West?

“Shiloh” is another bit of rythmi song:
“Though the blest winds of peace dov the highways are blowing,
And blythe birds are singing where bulle once sped;
Though the wheat and the corn in th old fields are growing,
The ground is st. hallowed by the bloo of the dead.

“O battery boys can you hear it, th roaring
Of great iron engines along the gray lines?
The bugles sing sweetly; the eagle is soaring
Where on the far borders your old guidon shines.
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