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

For church or God and never waver:
IT'S said that Eve the apple bit
To do theology favor.
Why she is finer far than they
Observant men are swift agreeing,
IT'S he was made from senseless clay
And she was formed from living being.
But fercer than all passions,
Disdalning rack and rod,
Enthusiasm when 1t bows
Mans head before his God.
And wrapt in Wild devotion
For what his Savior saith
lie shuts his eyes to human signs
And clasps the knees OF faith.
Borne on her plnions scars aloft
And stands before Gods face
And the world is like a dew-drop
In the lily cup of space.
What terror has the fiery stake
The creaking rack, the rod,
For him who with the eye OF faith
Can look upon his God?
Though In the world, not OF the world,
Half DER the boundary passed,
He welcomes death howe'er IL comes
That sets him free at last.
Judge not the spirit by the deed,
OFT shall she well the deed surpass,
For all enthusiasts have
The feverish state to pass.
First gay and dashlng, light and brave,
1t scorns landmark and sign,
Then grave, self-centered, self-controlled,
1t rules the soul and mind.
Such spirit shields the earnest heart
From earthly shame and shock,
Such spirit nerved the soul of them
Who first trod Plymouth Rock.
See In those faces, sad and stern,
Yet LOFTY as q king,
Chastened and strengthened with might
The spirit that I sing.
Let light mind sneer and small mind scofr
And have their little mirth,
1t was the noblest band OF men
That ever trod on earth.
Make we success the test OF deeds?
| Ask them what have they done;
And answer, "Bullt the falrest fame
| That stands beneath the sum-"
| And fore Gods might they shra1k IN fright,
Fore men they felt no fear
They'd shed their blood TO prove the Hold
And die for an idea
| Oh narrow souled, short sighted,
| Who judge by outward show
| Who fail to see through grotcsque forms.
The true, brave heart below.
| Who LET the great word pURITAN
That's awed ten thousand foes,
| Suggest but-pralse God bare bone,
And hymns droncd through the nose,
And ducklng stools and shaver heads
And sanctimonious air,
Blue laws and Salem wltchcraft,
And CULTS OF dark despair.
Let flush your cheeks with pride to claim
Descent from 1t who CAM
1t is the proudcst title
That was ever won by man.
Three hundred years I'm church and hall.
On the red field without fear
Has stood for justice, truth and right
The PURITAN IDsA.
For the rights OF the common people,
The poor and the oppressed, .
Has struggled for their liberties,
And seen their WRONGS redressed
IL rolled in the dust King Charles head
---' .. N.,i.,a lis.uy rant crew,
And struck the great destroyer down
On the field Of Waterloo.
From Naseby down to Gettysburg
1t has been the conquerlng word;
Aud Lee at Appomatox
To 1t gave up his sword.
To-day throughout the land are wanted
Arms to strike and souls to dare,
Strength made use of but not Wanted
Salient souls that meier despair
Though misfortunes clouds surround them,
Though the gulf before them yawn,
Though the darkness gather round them,
Though the black sky shows no dawn
Constant still and persevering,
Pressing forw ard to the goal,
Ever toward the object steering,
onward, upward, heart and soul.
Men with mind to plan an action,
And with the nerve to carry It out,
Not the weak souls that shrink from detradt
And terrified tremble to hear the mob shont
The contemplate dummy, noodle,
Popin1ay, dandy, the ninth OF man!
The world is sick of the prig and the poodle
Give US the man and the mastiff again.
The nation is sick Of deceit and dishonor,
or lying tongue and OF purchased pen;
To-day with the fear OF the future upon her
The cry OF the world is for men for men.
Give us men for the public places,
Men OF earnestness, zealand truth,
Whose record no wrong deforms and defaces
Who ne'er lose their honesty, ardor or you'll
And away with the ones who truckle and da
And give us the men OF action and thought,
Followers OF Christ, nor MachiavellI,
Doors OF deeds not manikins bought.
Put In the pulpit the pure minded preacher,
The rank forms OF error to conquer and quel
And away with the worldly, the base min
teacher
In the garment OF heaven and service of hell
Give us the men OF blood, healthy and heart
Our leaders we make and our servants we XII
And away with the creatures of ring and pal
Base and incompetent, timid and slow.
Give us less of our boosted civilization,
Less OF the pot-house, the bargain and sale,
And more of ths spirit that brought forth
nation,
The Puritan spirit that never knew fail.
There are fraud and corruption and crime
high places,
And gold prompts the tongue and gold gul
the pen,
There are laurel leaves bound above villain
faces
The cry OF the world is for men, for men
The evils that beset our land to-day,
The troubles threatening her future way,
Threatening to mine her hight and cast
hence
And Ills arising from Indifference.
This rough shod maxim we may safely pass
land that shrugs Its shoulders goes to gri
We know Investigation is the cry,
The zeal In this pursuit we don't deny
But with the expose the things forgot,
| And Duntshmant tina aaouaI