The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-07-17
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luea OF rs quality:
There's little word in the Latin tongue,
Which Is big with meaning, said or sung.
IL strikes the ear like the ringing note
Which leaps from the bugle's brazen throat
Spirit and matter sense and soul,
80 strangely mixed in this human whole,
Answer the summons with eager thrill,
TO do the work of the master will
Force OF muscle and force or mind,
The thinking sage and the tolling hind
For the task before them. newly grid
Ihe weary loins at the magic word,
10 lit the veil from the secrets deep
The blind areana OF science keep,
or TO tear foeman, limb from limb,
THIS Is the word, and we call It rim.
IT'S little word, but wonderous strong,
And It's vital power for right or wrong,
To shake the world, till the world obey,
shall be the theme of my song to-day
The welcome sun, whose gladstone, golden glow
Lights up thy day, the peary drops of rain.
Dotting with dlmples all the rivers breast
Inc breeze you deem but toying with the
leaves,
These all, are workers, at the beck and nod
or Him who builded earth for thine abode,
Ana bade 1t bud and blossom for thy sake.
Each rudy ray and ev'ry pairing drop
And cooling breath of Heaven Which fans thy
Are tollers ALL swift couriers of grace,
To do the will OF Him whose name is love,
From the far blue beyond, on eager wing,
These messengers OF God, vie each with each,
To bless the earths broad acres, barren else,
With corn and wine. These I'LL mans grosser
While hills, o,erspread with green, mottled and
frecked
With gold, and tawny, grim old rocks, fes-
With dainty tufts of em'rald scarlet tipped,
Delight the eye, and feed the finer taste.
See and confess thy fault, ungrateful man
For warp and WOOL this gOOdly tapestry
Beneath thy feet, fresh from the looms of God
Was wrought in secret, by the willing hands
or these, His journeymen. Sunshine and
shower
And breeze combined their skill, TO weave for
thee
This fabrid fair thy idle feet defiIe
Nor these alone rebuke thee. From the hills
A thousand voices trlll a roundeay,
And every singer OF the thousand sings
The song OF labor. In the arching elm.
And hid away amonS the fronds OF pine,
And IN the breezy maple tops, in pairs,
The busy builders weave, with wondfous skill,
Their summer home. No idlers linger here,
No sad colnplalners hinder their employ,
But EACH as God hath taught, works with
will,
And rests him, weary, with song of praise
But bark Amid these voices OF the grove,
There is sound of sterner toll than theirs,
Ihe rolling river, eager Tor the sea,
Roars round the rocks, and gainst the rugged
shore.
The Irettng current, hndered of its Will,
Raves like Gagged beast IL snarls and spits
And CRATES its ioaming fanes against the elf,
TN iruitiess fury wears itself away
Ana Daflled rage, In SulleD, silent wrath,
Glides glaring backward, gnashing to Its den,
10 feed It's frenzy for Il fiercer fight,
SO through the years with grim persistent hate
Inc struggling stream has gnawed the BARRIER
through.
And tlreless still, it wldens out the breach.
Dim caves and clustered caverns, deep and
dark,
Column and arch and lofty pillared DOME
Clean out into the cliff, attest the power
VI willful work and man, so proud OF man.
Listens and looks and wonders, and is dumb.
These. dreamer are disjointed parts and bits
al th 6nge tenshe cry which ays
or ali HIS wondrous works the head and chief,
Dares to complain, or disobey His law.
The idle steamer Mt the ullay
May be as stanch as sails the sea;
Her bolts OF copper, ribs oioak,
AS strong as ever dared the stroke
OF wild htlantc'S leaning wrath,
or through the ice-field forced path
Her mighty engines, ScOrn the strain
or aught that ever swept the main
From keel to topmast, fore and aft,
She's taut and trim. q gallant crat;
But usless, Just helpless hulk,
Cnmb'ring the harbor with her bulk,
An idle lOungeI in the stream
And all for lack OF lire and steam.
so Brothers many men there be,
WG6 tuS2elTtdte3 tar iift.,Sstaa. -..~--.,
Nor drift beyond the quiet mole,
For staunch and strong, and tault and trim,
They're worthless, just for want of elm,
And what Is vim? IT'S that Is man,
Which makes him do the best he can.
1t touches all LIES hidden springs,
And lifts the soul toward nobler things;
TiS IL inspires the earthly clod
To seek some kinship with its God
It's 1t, alas our common foe
Debases to his work OF woe.
This is the gift God gave TO man,
To be a blessing or ban,
As he shall choose, whose own free Will
May use the gift Tor good or ILL.,
Up then, my comrades Up we gallant few,
Whose ringing watchword is the good and true;
We who are brave to bear the battles brunt
Wheel into line, and forward to the front,
But bark the while your ea9er troops deploy,
| A veteran bugler, in the Kings employ,
Unmindful OF that monument OF salt
ON Sodom,s plain, looks back ana SOUNDS
His name Conservative, noble name
And nobly has he borne the oriilame
or stable truth, through all the ages past,
| hut, worthy comrade, It's a fatal blast,
| Which stays the ardor OF these men or might.
| As ever-zealOus In the cause OF right,
| They seek not to Oerturn the OLD ana true,
| But love the old. and VIII defend 1t too,
| Their hearts have Daught of sympathy with
Which overlooks fallen creatures need;
or to mans utter and eternal ruin,
With daring hand emasculates the truth.
| IT'S only this my comrade they would do,
Meantime as Jealous for the truth as YOU;
They would infuse fresh blood into veins
or hoary age, that to these battle plains
The old time vigor OF your stored song
MAY be restored, TO cope with modern wrong.
Give them your hand and heart my honored
warmed and inspired with old Promethean
, And to oi TIER lusty lolns add zeal and zest
With your "God speed my sons! so do Your
best"
O brother workers In the cause OF right
| The foe is arming for the final nght
p | His hooking champions swagger IN tnef pride
As he OF old the Hebrew tribes deied.
But somewhere in His host, our God hath had
Q In every age, His chosen shepherd lau
Nor will he fail us in this latter day,
nut somswhere In his Kingdom, hid away,
Perchance, among these green nils OF IN
d A leader waits, till God shall call him forth.
= The staff and sling lie in some quiet nook.
n The ive smooth stones are by some oaoolin
3 And In nis own good time, the God we trust
J. VIII lay the naughty braggart In the dust.
A But shall we idly wait, and dream away
y the precious hours, till that expected day?
l. or viii we give our toll 10Y pniItry PeiIG IN,
/. himself.
"a Fen though our leader brothers, be but soul,
y TITS ours, equipped. TO join MN one ana ALL
n That when the giant falls meath Heaven
e, wrath,
E We may pursue his minlons back to Gath.
4 I'm then. nv comrades Grid your lons ane,
he Raise high the standard OF the good ana tru
n LIN TO His praise your ringing Dattle hymn,
r. And give 10 God, a eonsecra'd pim'
I'd At the close the members marched to Il
American, where the society dinner toe
cd place.
satisfied. the President Hon. III. ii. Po'
ers, of Morrisyille, called ON Preside
Ruckbam, who responded in his usu
he hanpy vein. He was followed by Pr
ng lessor ]. L. Goodrich, of the Univelsit
IN and the Rev. f. Byington, of Brunswio
ne Maine. The meeting then adjourned,
lp' account of the lateness of the hour, after
~, pleasant and profitable reunion.
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i'u A process for giving IRON WIRE the
nearance of silver has lately been invent
The wife is coated with thin film of
a ,m by a galvanic method, which is applica
'rs, not only to unwound wire but to wire
~, o' almost any shape.
Some interesting experiments on
me rbvsical properties of certain allows of