The Poets of Maine: Rufus Tukey


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Transcribed and submitted by Tina Vickery TVick65536@aol.com
14:43 09/26/1999
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The Poets of Maine
A Collection of Specimen Poems From Over Four Hundred Verse-Makers of the Pine Tree State
With Biographical Sketches
Compiled by George Bancroft Griffith
Portland, Maine
Elwell, Pickard & Company
Transcript Job Print
Edward Small Binder
Copyright by Elwell, Pickard & Co
1888.
page 139

Rufus Tukey.

Born in Portland, July 11, 1810, and died in Minneapolis, Dec. 1, 1874.  For several
years a compositor of the Eastern Argus and The Portland Tribune, and for eight years
on the Portland Transcript.

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THE MIND

There is a mystery in the passing breeze-
In the deep music of the storm-lashed sea-
In woods and glens, in birds and flowers and trees,
But more than all, in that which lives in me.

The human mind -- oh, in that mighty power
For good or ill, what fearful mysteries dwell.;
Man counts the stars, dissects the simple flower,
But who the source of human thoughts can tell?

See yonder orb -- who made that brilliant sun?
Who gave that distant world such power to shine?
Can human wisdom scan what God has done,
Or human thoughts his simplest acts define?

Great Fount of Love, in Thee we place our trust,
To Thee we look, for Thou art all in all --
Main in his might is but a thing of dust,
And at Thy feet in humble hope should fall.

Suppress the anxious, feverish fears that rise --
The doubts that gather in thy trouble breast;
Renounce the tempter -- grasp the golden prize --
Immortal live and everlasting rest.