The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-06-12

Tuesday afternoon, on the occasion OF the dc
livery Of the eulogy on sumner by Geo. VIM
Curtis
summer.
Il am not one who has dlsgraced beauty o
sentiment by deformity OF conduct, or the max
Inns OF a freeman by the actions OF slave but
by the grace OF God, have Kept my life IN
sullied." Millions Defence of the People o
England.
O mother state 1.-The winds Of March
Blew chill DER Auburns held OF God,
Where, slow, beneath a leaden arch
or SIX! thy mourning children trOd.
And now, with all thy wOous in leaf
Thy fields in flower, beside thy dead
Thou sittest, In thy robes OF gllef,
Rachel yet uncontrolled!
And once again the organ swells,
once more the flag is halfway hung.
And yet again the mOurnful bells
In all thy steeple towers are ruAg
And ], obedlent to thy Will,
Have come a simple wreath to lay,
Superfluous, on a grave that still
Is sweet with all the flowers OF May.
take. with awe, the task assigned
II may be that my friend might MISS
In his new sphere OF heart and mind,
Some token from my hand IN this
by many u ltDueI HculOiy IlDNcu,
Along the past my thought send
The record OF the cause he loved
Is the best record OF Its friend.
What hath been said, can but LAY
All know the work that brave man did,
For he was open as the day,
And nothing OF himself he hid.
No trumpet sounded in his ear,
He saw not Sinai's cloud ana flame.
But never yet TO Hebrew seer
A clearer voice OF duty came.
God said, "Break thou these yol,es undo
These heavy burdens. | ordaln
work TO last thy whole life through,
A ministry OF strife and pain.
Forego thy dreams OF lcttered ease,
Put thou thp scholars promise by
The rights Of man are more than these
He heard, and answered, "uere am ~
He set his face against the blast,
His feet against the flnty shard,
TIL The hard surface grew, at last,
Its own exceeding great reward
The fixed star OF his faith through all
Loss, doubt and peril, shOne the same,
As, through Il night OF storm, some tall
Strong lighthouse HITS its steady flame.
Beyond the dust and smoke he saw
The sheaves of freedoms large increase
The holy faneS OF equal law,
The new Jerusalem Of peace.
No wall was In his voice none heard,
When treason'S storm-clOud blacklist grew,
The weakness OF a doubtful word;
His duty, and the end, he knew.
The first to smite. the first TO spare
When once the hostile ensigns fell.
He stretched out hands OF generous care
TO lift the foe he fought 50 we'll.
For there was nothing base or small
Forgvng all things personal,
He hated only wrong to man.
The old traditions of his state,
The memories OF her great and good,
Took from his life n fresher date
And in himself embodied stood
How felt the greed Of gold ana place;
The venal crew that schemed and planned
The fine scorn OF that naughty face,
The spurning Of that bribeless hand
II than Rome's trlbunes statellcr
lie wore his senatorial robe,
His LOFTY port was all for her
The one dear spot on all the glOhe
II to the masters plea he gave
The vast contempt his manhood felt,
lie saw u brother IN the slave
with man as equal man lie dealt.
Proud was he? If his presence kept
Its grandeur wheresOeer he trod,
AS IL from Plutarch's gallery stepped
The hero and the dem-god.-
None failed, at least, to reach his ear
Nor want nor woe appealed IN vain
The homesck soldier knew his cheer,
And blessed him from his ward OF pain.
safely his dearest friends may own
The slight defects he never hid,
The surface bemish in the stone
OF the tall, stately pyramid.
~ hi ha
His conscience to the public mart
But lived himself the truth he taught,
Whte-sOuled clean-handed, pure OF heart
What II he felt the natural pride
or power In noble use. too true
With thin humillties to hide
The work he did, the lore he knew >
Was he not just i? Was any wronged
BY that assured self-estimate
He took but what to him belonged,
UnenNlouS OF another state.
Well might he heed the words he spake.
And scan with care the written page
Through which he stu shall warm and wake
The hearts OF men from age To age.
An who shall blame him now because
lie solaced thus his hours OF pain
Should not the O'erwOrn threSher pause,
And hold to light his golden grain?
No sense of humor dropped Its oil
On the nara ways MS purpose went
Small play OF fancy llghtcned toll
He spake alone the thing he meant.
He loved his books, the Art that hints
beauty yelled behind its own,
The gravers line, the pencil's tlnts,
The chisel's shape evoked from stone.
lie cherished void ofsolnsh ends,
The social cOurtesies that bless
And sweeten life, and loved his friends
with most unwOrldy tenderness.
But stlll his tired eyes rarely learned
The glad relief by nature brought
Her mountain ranges never turned
Ills current OF persistent thought,
The sea rolled chorus TO speech,
The pine-grove whispered OF his theme;
Where'er he wandered rock and beach
Were Forum and the Academic.
The sensuous JOY from all things fair
His strenuous bent OF soul depressed,
And LETT from youth 10 sllyered hair
Few hours for pleasure, none for rest.
For all his life was poor without;
o Nature, make the last amends
Train all thy flowers his grave about,
And make thy singing birds his friends
Revive again, TO summer rain,
The broken turf upon his bed
Breathe, summer wind. Thy tenderest strain
or low, sweet music overhead
Nor cant nor poor solicltudes
Made weak his LIES great argument
Small leisure his for frames and moods,
Who followed duty where she went.
The broad, fair fields of God he saw
Beyond the bigoi's narrow bound
The truths he moulded into law,
In Chrlst's beatltudes he found.
His State-craft was the Golden Rule,
HIS right OF vote sacred trust
Clear, over threat and ridicue
All heard his challenge-''ls II just"
And when the hour supreme had come,
Not for himself n thought he gave;
In that last pang OF martyrdom,
His care was Tor the half-freed slave.
Not vainly dusky hands upborc,
lnp prayer, the passing soul TO heaven
Whose mercy TO the suffering poor
Was service to the Master given.
Long shall the good states annals tell,
Her childrens children long be taught.
How praiSQl or blamed lie guarded well