The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1875-07-22

And mot The short-lived fuel of a song.
But to sublime our natures and control
To front heroic tolls with late return
Or none, or such as snames the conqueroII
And not with holiday siubble, that could ourn
Through seven slow years OF unadVahclhg w al
Equal when deldSswere lost or nelds were won
With breath of popular applause or blame,
Nor famed nor damped, unquencnaoiN the
Too inward to be reached - flaws of idle fame
Soldier and statesman, rarest unison;
High poised example of great duties done
Simply as breathing a world s honors worn
AS life's Indifferent gifts to all men born;
Dumb for himself, unless 1t were TO Coo,
But for his barefoot soldiers eoquent,
Tramping the snow TO coral where they trod,
Held by his awe in hollow-eyed content;
Modest, yet firm as Natures self; unDlamed
Save by the men his nobler temper shamso;
Not honored then or now because ne wooeu
The popular voice. but that he still wlthstood;
Broad minded, higher souled. there is but one
VINO was all this and ours, and all men s.
Washington.
Minds strong by fits, irregularly great,
That flash aud darken Ike revolving nghts,
Catch mo e the vulgar eye unschooled TO walt
On the long curve OF patient days and nights,
Rounding q whole life to the circle fair
Oforbed com pleteness; aad this balanced soul,
So simple in its grandeur. coldly bare
Ofdraperies theatric, standing there
In perfect symmetry of self-cOntrol,
Seems not SO great at first, but greater grows
Still as we look. and by experience earn
How grand this quiet is, how nobly stern
The discipline that wrought through lifelong
This energetic passion of repo5e.
nature too decorous and severe,
Too self-respecifnl in Its griefs and joys,
For ardent girls and boys
Who find no genius in mind 50 clear
That it's grave dephts seem obvious and near
Nor soul great that made so little noise
They feel no force in that calm cadenced
The habitual full-dress of his werl-bred mind,
That seems to pace the minuet's cOu rtly maze
And tell of ampler leisdres, roomier length OF
His broad built brain. to selfso little kind
That no tumultua blood could blind,
Formed TO control men, not amaze
Looms not like those that borrow height Of
1t was world of statelier movement then
Than this we fret in, he denizen
OF that ideal Rome that made man for men.
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The longer on this earth we live
And weigh the various qualities of men,
seeing how most are fugitive,
Or fl ful gifts, at best, of now and then,
Wind-wSvered eorpse-ignts, daughters OF the
The more we feel the high stern-featured beauty
or plain devotedness to duty,
Steadfast and still, nor paid with mortal praise,
But finding amplest reeompense
For life.s ungarianded expense
In work done squareIy and unwasted days.
For this We honor him, that he could know
How sweet the service and how free
OF her. Gods eldest daughter here below,
2.
Placid completeness life without a fall
From fat IN or highest aims, truths breachless
wall,
His will say "Hers." at the last trumpet's call,
The INEXPENSIVE man whose life expressed so
much.
Never to see nation born
Hath been given to mortal man,
Unless to those who, on thai Summer morn,
Gazed silent when the great Nirginlan
| Unsheathed the sword whose fatal flash
SnOt union through the incoherent clash
OF our loose atoms, crystal zlng them
And making purpose of emotion rash.
out of that scabbard sprang, as from its womb,
| Nebulous a. first but hardening to a sta
| Through mutual share OF sunburst anu OF
The common faith that made US what we are.
That lifted blade transformed our jangiing clans
4 TIL tnen provincial, to Americans;
Hare was the doom fixed; here is marked the
] date
When this New world awoke to mans estate,
| Burnt its last ship and ceased to look behind;
Nor thoughtless was the choice; no love or hate
Could from its poise move that deliberate mind
| Weighing between too early and too late
Those pitfalls Of the man refused by Fate:
He was the impartial vision of the great
who see not as they wish, but as they ind.
He saw the dangers OF fdefeat, nor less
The incompatible perils OF success;
| Tue sacred past thrown by, an empty nnd:
Toe future coud-land, snare of prophets blind
| fhe waste OF war the ignOminy OF peace;
On either hand a sullen rear OF woes,
Whose garnered iightnings none could guess,
Piling It's IhunderheadS aud mutterings' Cease =
| Yet drew not back his hand, but gravely chose
The sc 5ming- desperate task whence our new na
tion rose.
A noble choice aod of immortal seed.
Nor deem that acts heroic wait on chance
Or easy were as in boys romance;
The mans whSe u fs Prs1p6dsft shs single deed
| Re with The Sifled few or matclleSS breed,
Our races sap and susteEanc9,
Or with the unmoiived herd that only sleep anC
Choice seems a thing Indifferent; thus or so,
What matters il? The Fates with mockins
Look on inexorable nor seem to know
Where the lot turks that gives LIES foremos
Yet Duty's leaden casket holds il still,
And but two ways are offered to our will
Toll with rare triumph, ease with safe sgrace
The problem still for us and all OF human race.
He chose as men chOoses-where most DANCE
Nor ever faitered meath the load
lOfretty cares, that gall great hearts the most,
But kept right on the strenuous uphill road,
Strong TO the end, above complaint or boast
His soul was still in its unstormed abode
1 VIII.
| Virginia gave us this imperial man
/ Cast in the mighty mould
OF those high-sIatured ages old
Which into grander forms our mortal metal
She gave us this un bIemished gentleman:
What shall we give her bacK but love ant
| praise
As In the deav old unestrang ged days
Before the inc VI able wrong began?
Mother OF States end undimlnished men,
| Thou gavest Us 2 country, giving him,
! And we owe al waye what we owed thee then:
The boon thou wiyidst have sna-ched from III
| agen
Shines as before with no abatement dim.
| A great mans M emory IS the only thing
/ With influence to outizSt the present whim
And bind as when here he knit our golden
ring.
| All of him thatw as subject TO the hours
Lies in thy soil aud makes il part Of ours:
Across more recent graves,
| Where unresentful Nature waves
Her pennons DER the shot-ploughed sod,
tPn0claiming the sweet Truce of God,
We from this consecrated plain stretch out