The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-07-02

or might see it, every day, but how few
read the poetry and pathos in the swarthy
laces! How few even pause to think that
THESE men have homes and hearts and
loves! Taylor did, and quickly his facile
pen transferred the thought to paper. We
fead with mingled joy, admiration and
tears the indescribable charm of the sketch
ana The surprising fneness ofGiscernment
tnat found the true pearl of D )esy b meath
circumstance so common.
LII vas because he Was sentimental thai
ne was poet. This fred his heart when
be wrote the thrilling lines on the day
when the John the Baptist of freedom,
I'D dohn Brown was hung. How they
stir as as We read them! They possess the
true haVor ana passion OF poesy. Rhymes
never thrill one. Pet phrases strung to-
sether in metrical perfection never warm
the blood. 1t is only when the flames of
the author searnestness and sincerity flick
ers oger his printed page that we are
sure of his mission to write. Poems that
nt>H FecogGizAnce Of truthfulness from
author 10 read +; charge every nerve bat
terry Of the system and set the subtle wires
In motion carrying sympathy frcm one to
the Other arc the poems that will live
ana only such have any call to be written
4 poem Is an inspiration, not labor,
This is true of the John Brown poem OF
Taylor's. 1t was no effort of his will; no
Careful study Of his intellect. In one
sense he did not write II. It wrote itself
! CONVICTION marshaed his minG -iCr3es;
truth gave lie word of comm nd AMI ltl
| he hatta!li nus wheeled into orderly line
and marched forth in stately meter to the
drum-beat Of rythm and the bugIe note of
rhyme The poem was born to compel
hotnag@ 70 he poet. .... ...,-
Again We find Mr.. Taylor in sentiment
a Rod6caI-a word signifying not Repub-
l.cens not irfidel ,noG free-thinker, mot uni
versal sutfEfsgist, but implying a root in
the deep heart of things A true radical
always represents q large amount Of brain
tissue; The root being deep, the branches
may sweep high with impunlty. No i'm
beetle, no time-server, no coward can
ever be a radical; nor can he who simply
breaks images along life's pathway, On
the contrary, be who builds up into per,
manence strong fiber, proof against the
dash Of the ages, is the radical. To be
one requires the seer's vision, the poets
tenderness arc the soldiers courage. Such
AM one was Charles Sumner. It was this
root-power that gave to his head its rega
balance;to his heart it's all-embracing love
This made him the hero that he was anG
enabled him to stand so majestically alone
in the..beaatilul pride of his stainless hon
or. Emerson, "sage of Concord" and the
worlds own perennial fountain OF inspira,
ton, walks the earth with holier light
upon his GROW, because of The dying bene-
diction of Sumner. the MAN Of Purity >
His statecraft was the Golden Rule,
| His right of vote a sacred trust; t, ri
| Clear, over threat and rid1cule,
| All heard his challenge: SIS II just?''
| And when the hour supreme had come, 81 +.
| Not for himself thought he gave;
| In that last pang Of martyr dom, .' 1870
| His care was for that half-freed slave. f.
| Safely his dearest friends may own,
| The slight defects he never hid, -ts4
[ The surfaced emish in the stone
| Ofthe tall. stately pyramid. @ .e2if
| Suffice 1t that he never brought
| His conscience to the public mart; sjt
| But lived himself the truth he taught.
| White-gouled, clean-handed, pure of heart.
| The tragedies of time seem indices !, n