Poem November 5, 1910 Issue

The sun comes up; and I doubt if e'er...

Thomas J. Partridge

The sun comes up; and I doubt if e'er
Man's eye beheld a morn so fair.
Yet 'tis not new—the breaking day—
But an old, old thing, in a new sweet way.

The orchard blooms; and never the skies
A season saw in fairer guise.
Yet leaf and flower and trembling spray
Are but old, old things in a new sweet way.

The warbler sings; and I trow the air
Ne'er quivered to a note so rare.
Yet every merry songster's lay
Is an old, old thing, in a new sweet way.

Why dive for tropes? For the pearl you get
Is only burnished and reset.
What is your art except to say
Just the old, old things in a new sweet way?

Thomas J. Partridge.

Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.

Send a comment to the editors
NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
FROM OUR EXCHANGES
November 5, 1910
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit