The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1874-06-26
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T. -Ci.s g. EaE-IIIE.

y Rachel yet uncontrolled.
And once again the organ swcllS.
Once more the flag Is halfway hung.
And yet again the mOunful bells
In all thy stccple-tOwCTs are rung.
And I, obedient TO thy will,
Have come a simple wreath to lay,
SupcriiuOuS, OH grave that still
Is sweet with all the flowers Of May.
fake with awe. the task assigned:
1t may he that my friend might mis-,
In his new sphere Of heart and mind,
Some token from my hand in this.
Bv many a tender memory moved.
Along the past my thoughts ! send;
The record Of the cause he loved
i the best record Of its friend
What hath been said, can but say;
All know the work that brave man did
For he was open a. the day,
And nothing of himself he hid.
No trumpet sounded in his car,
He saw not Sinai'S cloud and flame.
But never yet TO Hebrew seer
\ clearer voice Of duty came.
God said: Break thou these yolcs; Und,
These hc.rvy burdens | Or,lain
i work to last thy whole life through,
4 ministry of strife and PAIN.
Forc-o thy dreams Of lcttercd ease,
Put thou the scholars promise by,
The right OF man are more than these.
lie heard, and answered: Here an L.
He set his face against the blast,
His feet against the tiinty Shard,
Till the hard service grew, at last.
Its own exceeding great reward.
The fixed star of his faith. through all
Loss, doubt and peril, shOnc the same,
As, through night of storm, some tall
Strong lighthouse lifts its steady flame.
Beyond the dust and smoke he saw
The ShcaycS Of freedom large increase,
The holy fancS of equal law.
The Ncw-Jcrusalcm o. peace.
No wall was in his voicc-nomc heard
When trcaSon'S s,orm-cloud blackcSt
grew
The weakness Of a doubtful word,
Ills duly, and the end, lac knew.
The first 10 Smitc, the first to spare;
When once the hostile cnsigns fell,
He stretched out hands Of generous care
To lift the foe he fought 50 well.
For there was nothing base OF snail
Or craven in his souls broad plan;
Forciving all things personal,
lie hated only wrong To man-
The old traditions Of his State,
The memories of hcr great and GOOD,
Took from his life 4 freshcr date,
And in himself embodied stood.
How felt the creed of cold AID place, FHcd,
The vcnal crew that Schcmcd and plan
The fine scorn of that naughty face,
The Spgrning of that bribclcSS lrandi
If than Romc's tribuncS statclicr
lie wore his senatorial robe,
Ills lofty port was all for her,
The one dear spot On all the globe.
If 10 the masters plea he gave
The vast contempt his manhood felt,
He SAW brother in the slave
With man as equal man he dealt
Proud was he? If his presence kept
Its grandeur whcrcSO'cr he trOd,
As if from PlUtarch'S gallery stepped
The hero and the dcmi-gOd.
None failed at least. to rsach his ear,
Nor want nor woe appealed in vain;
The homc-sick soldier knew his cheer.
And blessed him from his ward of pain.
Safc.v his dearest friends may own
The sight defects hc never hid,
The Suriacc-hlrmi>licd in the stone
OF the tall, stately pyramid.
Suffice il that he never brought
His conscience to the public mart;
But lived himself the truth hc taught,
Whiie-Souicd, clcsG-haEGcd, pure Of
heart.
What if hc felt the natural pride
OF power in noble use, too true
With tlin humiliieS to hide
The work hc did, the lore he knew:
Was lie not Just? Was lac any wrongcd
Bv the assured sclf-cstimatc2
He took b;It what to him belonged,
UncnviouS of anOthcrS state.
Well might he heed the words he spoke,
And scan with care the written page
Through which he still shall warm and
wake
The hearts OF men from age to age,
All, who shall blame him now because
lie solaccd thus his hours of paint
Should not the o'crworn thre.hcr pause,
And hold to light his golden grain:
No sense of humor dropped its oil
On the hard WAYS his purpose went,
Small play of fancy lightcned toll;
lie spakc alone the thing he meant.
He loved his books, the Art that hints
4 beauty vailed behind its OWN,
The rraycr's line. the pencils tintS,
The chiScl's shape evoked from stone.
He cherished, void Of selfish ends,
The social coultCSicS that bless
And swccicn life. and loved his friends
With most GnwOrldly tenderness.
But still his tired ewes rarely learned
The Glad relief b. Nature brought;
Her mountain ranges never turned
Ills current of persistent thought.
The sea rolled chorus to his speech,
The pine-Crove whispered of his theme;
Where'cr he wandered, rock and beach
Were Forum and the ACadcme.
The scnsuous iov from all things fair
His strenuous bent of soul rcprcsScd,
And left from youth to Silvcred hair
Few hours for pleasure, none for rest.
For all his life WAS poor without;
oh Nature make the last amend;
Train all thy flowers his grave about,
And make thy singing birds his friends.
Revive again. thou Sunmcr rain.
The broken turf upon his bed,
Rrcathc. summer wind, ,ihy icndcrcst strain
OF low. sweet music overhead.
Nor cant nor poor SolicitUGc;
Made weak hS lifc'S great argument;
Small leisure lis fnr frames and moods
Who followed duty where She went.
The broad. fair fields If God he saw
Beyond the hicni'> narrow bound;
The truths h. moUidcd into law.
In Chri>i's bcatiiutlcs lac found
His Statc-craft WIS the Golden Eulr.
HIS right 10 vote sacred trust;
Clear, over threat and ridicIilc.
All heard his challenge; is it JUST
And when the hour supreme had came.
Not for himself a Thought lac .;lvc:
IN that last pan= Of mariyrlom.
His care wa> for The half freed slave
Not vainly du>kv hands uphore.
In PRAYER. the passing soul 20 heaven
Whose mercy To the suffering poor
Was service TO the Master given.
Long shall the good States annals tell.
Her Childrrn'S children long De taught
How. praised or blamed. he guarded wei
The truth lac neither Stunned nor sought
If for one moment turned ihv face
q Mother, from thy son. Rot long
lie waiIcd calmly in li> place
The sure rcmOTSe which follows wrong
Forgiven by Il c State he loved
The one brict lapse, the single blot:
Forgotten he the stain removed.
Her righicd record shows it not.
The lifted sword above her shield
With jealous care shall guard his fame
The pinc-trcc on her ancient field
To all the winds shall speak his name.
The marble image of her son
Her loving hands shall yearly crown.
And from her pictured Pantheon