Can ye, if ye dwelt indeed
Captives of a prison seed,
Like the Genie, once again
Get you back into the grain?
Little masters, may I stand
In your presence, hat in hand,
Waiting till you solve for me
This your threefold mystery?
FAME
Their noonday never knows What names immortal are: T is night alone that shows How star surpasseth star.
JOHN HENRY BONER
[John Henry Boner was born in Salem, North Carolina, in 1845, of Moravian lineage. He was at first connected as printer and as editor with newspapers in North Carolina. In 1871 he secured government employment in Washington. Subsequently he engaged in literary work in New York. On account of impaired health he was forced to give up his work in New York and to return to Washington, where for a while he acted as proofreader in the Government Print ing Office. He died in Washington in 1903.]
MOONRISE IN THE PINES 1
The sultry day is ending, The clouds are fading away, Orange with purple is blending, And purple is turning to gray; 1 The selections from Boner are here reprinted through the permission of the holder of the copyright, Mrs, Boner.
