The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-07-21

When sinks the night no new morrow ye know, |
Eat drink and happy be is the thought and cry,
And merry make the house until ye die;
For after life is death why should we let
Earth's petty cares mar the chance we get?
For history proves in nations each and all,
| Such spirit precedes trouble and fall.
| The Jlase spirit that will idly sheer
At show of heart or glitter OF tear,
Amused at an emotion human born,
| And treating love and hope with careless scorn,
The fine feelings of the soul to crush
| or at their least appearance mutterlng "gush,"
| Lack of enthusiasm IT'S that kills,
From that nation traces all her Ills.
While that exists and binds a land together
That land will live-though stormy be the |
| weather.
| It's not force without her kntll can sound,
| sTls lack OF 1t within that casts her down.
| From lack Of enthusiasm, lack
| or patriotism is in the track
| To Cynicsm, materallsm,
| And the ominous spirit OF Athersm.
| When these are accomplished, fail the breath, |
| After them come decay and death.
| Better, ah better 1t would seem
| To run the scale unto the far extreme.
Give us old Independence day again,
| with liberty poles DER hill and plain.
Fight Bunker IIill's brave battle DER once
more,
And let the anvil bang and cannon roar.
Let Charlestown burn again, let Warren bleed,
| And let the orator OF the day proceed.
Let's curse again the BritlsherS vile tricks
And shout again for glorious Seventy-six.
With the June training comes again
The brave militia ranging DER the plains,
A darby whistllng In lleu.of nfe,
The noble "Flood-woods" rlskng limb OF life.
Let the days poet chant his deathless rhymes
And kill the British lion couple OF times,
Give us our gingerbread, let pop beer stream,
Strike up Yankee Doodle and let the eagle
| scream,
Better all this, brought down to the absurd,
Than the dull spirit that Is never stirred.
Now few words to those not ready to roam,
Who still call our dear alma mater their home,
IT'S presumption, know IL, but OF late she was
mine;
But I'm seized OF a te" points even since sixty
nine
When you leave the old college and its gay
mimic life,
For the great world without Il Its turmoil and
strife,
Don't think your diploma makes triumph your
due,
Or to fair immol tallty tickets you through.
For out In the real world It doesn't count for
much,
They're little bit shy OF Alumni such.
And the question that's asked you your whole
life THROUGH, .
Is net Where's your diploma ?" but "What
can you doc"
Whatever the lame and the lazy may say,
Let them rail upon fortune however they may,
Life is honest in this. and with justice who
IT'S ,feEysss
deservas y each one gets what h,
SO when in the struggle for which you prepare,
In the long years Of hope, disappointment ant
care,
You are sitting lofty in green aurelled pride
Some now famous comrade who sat out at youl
side.
In the journey OF life, take to heart this one
thought,
He earned his fair favors on he'd have them not
Though he had no diploma, theihonors he took
He learned from the world what you seek in
book.
Seek truth In the world and not In q book,
And look at the moon in the sky, not In brook
II you study the moons face that In the boo
lies,
You'll better appreciate the one in the skies.
So the college man learned ia books, no doubt
Is better prepared for the real world without.
Success is not qucstioned-but mark this, my
boy,
There's no paved road to fame, they are al
corduroy.
Life allows no advantage cause ones hair 4
cured;
They don't weep after genius out there in TIL
world.
Dust and.sweat and enthusiasm bring the gam
Work, ,cork, is the "genius" that cuptures tn
crown.
Don't believe those who life overcrowded ma
call,
In the worlds upper stories there's room for II
all.
And those who complain Of the crowd and III
strife,
Are the refuse, cast back by the ocean of life.
you seek among poets TO win you place.
On the top OF Parnassus is plenty OF space
Though mid swarms of weak singers and bard
In their bibs
O., At the base you'll be hustled and punched f
the ribs
II you take to the law instead OF to rhyme
you've good chance TO starve for q period O
AN time.
% You'll find the courts crowded with clients, ne
~ doubt,
But of small pettlfoggers a much larger rout.
But there's plenty OF room in the laws uppe
- air.
ana long years of labor may place you up Their
In the BAR In the pulpit, In lfes every place,
IT'S the low steps are crowded, higher up Their
IN isspace.
GA Don't say that from college you with too llttl
us And for all of your failure ON her place Thu
blame,
But look inward, remember In river or rill,
Or In ocean the mouse can hut just drink hi!
MI.
IT'S not Latin alone; It's not wealth, tits NO
- Unattended that wins the good things of tn,
earth.
Ana II you are honest, and earnest, and true,
10 You are wanted outside, there is labor for you
Fail not and falter not, press We right on
There are crowns for the winning, for brain
and for brown.
There's a purpose In life, not an act is IN vain
Every deed, good or bad is link In the chain.
Good deeds are the strong Inns that make tn,
chain fast,
Yours the blame II 1t hold your fame weakly a
last.
The moons face IN the water may tremble an,
thrill,
Is But the great white orb In the heavens is still
So be constant and steady, keep the end e'er II
view,