Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1867-05-08
0riainal gaetrp.
Written for the Urbana Union.
MY STRONG RIGHT ARM.


WHO is braver in the worlds wide battlefield than I?
Surer Of q great success beneath the sunny sky?
Who has more to win and hope for through the COM
lip,i1 back the ulrv shadows and the busy fearsl
I / standing, like Alcides, on the rocky slope,
Clutch the very Fate Anteus with my GROWING hope
Casting him against the zenith, swoOningr reeing
As cast the grim misfortune upward from my track
Who will pauge wealth and glitter in the busy tay3
Who viii thirst, while living fountains sparkle on
Who can perish in the valley and the Deserts mirage
Whflethe cleaning oernectar to the taste?
Who so cowardly to falter and grow weak Of soul,
While the olive crown awaits him, Victor at the goal:
Perish perishl all dishOnOr, coward fear OF harm,
Every obstacle shall tremble through my strong right
arml
Who would rest in Mondays fervOr when the sun
sleeDiuG. on another's labor piIlowing his head!
Never dreaming that the powers, wasted, wearing out
In the avish ease Of Pleasure, only stain and hout;
Upward Onward raise the spirit, struggling afar
Till the HerO-sOul be deifed translated, as star
Shining in the blue empyreal Of the world Of Fame,
More than mortalglorifed beyond the power to name
NoBler in the dust OF ages and the cycles manifold
Are the names Of those who battled, earnestly and
bold;
Names Of might, enshrining spirits neyermore to die
Living breathing, working in Us missions grand and
Greater Is the spritatom scaped from strong Helle-
mic dust
Than myriad's myriad embalming Sybaritic rust.
NObler tis with man and Adam, bearing man decree
Through the thorns and briaEs wearing our divinity
OH 10 hear across the zenith yet again the ringing
Man, no more a slave to passion shouting victOryg
Man slave no more to self and sordid soth
Cast away the gloss of Peasure-fashion idle moth
Live in earnest raising structures real, bright, and
Striving, as the spirit strfveth. ever to be true
Joining with the mighty mind, shield against alarm,
The nOblest ally Of the soul his powerful right arm
Hear the swelling anthem pealing and the organ grand
Hear the nations in deep chorus, ike the ringing Of
Fraught with chords of high endeavOr and the under
Chords Of strength and holy purpose touched alone
Masters who have fought undaunted on the burning
And, / too Master singer, singing win the master
By my iifes unwaaried battle-by my strong right
! arml
wherefore wherefore? let me question is the work
Are the years too fun of peril, dangers sown broad
Shall pause to count how many steps the tired foot
How many bitter taunts and stabs the weary heart
Oil and oh the groans that perjured falsity will
wiring,
If watch to my star shine and the sky is full Of
viii the burden be too bitter and too sharp the pain
God in Heaven stand before Thee, very man indeed
Man in weakness and contrition, poori in power and
Thou hast given to me mission, as to every man,
And believing that Thou givest power to say u can!
! In my impotence OF power, alone trust in Thee,
Stronger in that proud dependence, in that service
Thou hast given mind and intellectual sway,
And Thou hast given that strong right arm to work
| for Thee alWay.
Through the long array Of triumphs, still ennobng
Through the contest and the conquest, ever runs
Like line of lambent glory, as thread unbroken
/.
Through Invisible 'elpses, binding suns with suns,
Through the earnest toll and labor Of the lives and
| hopes untold,
Binding good deeds small and glorious, in the Book
of Gold,
Binding that which speaks and speaks not in the pO
They have gotten place and power through Thy strong
| right arml -H.
Who is drawer in the worlds wide battlefield than
Surer of great success, beneath the sunny sky?
There is strength in very Weakness power in the clay
That by bis Hand is sanCtifed and Ceansed all doubt
away.
o World Il scorn your dangers, laugh at your des
pite,
shall 90 on victorious with more than mortal might
scOrn your base selfseekers, laugh at your alarm
For the mightiest Of cOnquerers doth nerve my strong
right arm. - - E. G. D.