The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1875-07-09

Et tugunt freno non remorante dies
own. Fnsforun lib. vi,
so Caesar, we who are about to die
Salute you 2, was the eIadiator's crv
In the arena standing face To face
With death and with the Roman populace.
That once were mine and Are no longer mine
Thou river winding through the meadows green
10 the vast sea. so near and vet unseen
Ye halls, in whose secusion and repOse
Phantoms of fame like exbalations rose
And vanished-we who are about to die
Salute you; earth and air and sea and sky.
And the imperial Sun that scatters down
'f'N'''''' 'f'A s'''' anu WYNN
Ye do not answer usi We do not heart
We are forgotten; and in your austere
And calm indifference We little care
Whether we come or % or whence or where
What Passing generatinps fiji these halls
What fassnS Voices echo from these walls
Ye heed not we are only as the blast.
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Not SO the teachers who in earlier DAYS
Led our bewildered feet through learninp's maze:
They answer us-aIasf what have said
What greetings come there from the yoceless dead?
What Sanitation. welcome or repv9 '''''' N'
What pressure from the hands that lifeless lie?
They are no longer here: they all are gone
Into the land of sbadows-ali save one.
Honor and reverence and the GOOD renute
That follows faithful service as its frnit
Be unto him, whom living we salute
The great Italian poet, when he made
His dreadful Tourney to the realms of shade.
Met there the old instructor of his Youth.
And cried in tones of pity and of ruth
ssOh, never from the memory of NV heart
Who while On earth ere Vel by death snrprised
Taught me how mortaIs are immortalized:
How grateful am for that patient care
All my life long my language shall declare"
To-day we make the poets words our own.
And utter them in pantiye undertone:
Nor to the living only be they said.
But to the other living called the dead
Whose dear Maternal images annear
Not wrapped in gloom. but robed in sunshine here:
Whose simple lives complete and without flaw.
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Who said not to their Lord as If afraid
"Here is thy talent in napkin laid
But labored in there sphere. as those who live
In the delight that work alone can give.
Peace be to them: eternal neace and rest
And the fulfiiment of the treat bebest
sYe have been faithful over few THINGS
Over ten cities shalI We reion 90 kinoS 3
And follow in the burrows tba tive we tiled tiled
Young men, whose generous hearts are beating high
We who are old and are abont to die 49,
Salute you hail YOU; take your hands in ours.
And crown YOU with our welcome as with f1owersi
How beautiful is youtbI how briSbt II CLEANS
Book Of Beginnings, story without End.
Each maid a heroine and each man fSien6t
Aladdin's Lamp and Fortnnatus' purse
THAT holds fine treasures of the nniversei
All Possibilities are in its hands
No danger daunts IL. and no foe 'witbstonds.
In its s1blime andacitv of faith
"Be thou remoyed!' it to the mountain saith.
Ascends the ladder lesning On tbe i cId pnd1pu'
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As ancient Priam at the Scnan gate
Sat on the walls of Troy in ranafs state
With the old men. too Old and weak 70 fiobt
Chirping like grasshopners in their deI;obt
To see the embattIed hosts with snear end sb;old
Of Trojans and Achaans IN the tieS. @nu Snieu'
So from the snowy snmmits off, of on mei Years
We see You in the plain. AZ each annears
And onestion of Won ast;nr wv ISp ;I'
That towers above the ofheSso Wbi is nG nov ho
Atreldes MeneIans Odvssens Which may W
Ajax the great or boId InTon,,enorsou
let him not boas+ ,,,o ,,,,., ,,.
AS he who nnts IL "a " ~ paI htt1 e a. or Oh
Study Yourselves. and most ~ JD 'ot ,o,,
Wherein kind Nature meant YOU a to excel Ten
Not every blossom rinens into frn;t oA00i'
Minerva. the inyentress Of the ante'
FiHne II aside when She her faca sr,ruaroa
Distorted IN fonntain DC sba 10 aIo, gu soyou
The nnlucKv Marsvas fonnd IL p aGd "a s..o
Was one to make fba hrouss+ ~ Sa Hu nis ia.e
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Write on vour doors tho sov;nn ,.;so na ola
s.Re hold he holdt and ans ~ Is , $50 t anu Eu,
Be not too hold p, Vet better the x oe Sou'
Better ike Hecor IN e .fe s5 19 t Gaah less;
Than like a nernmed Paris tn IN c and s
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And now INV classmates ,ro xor,o;,;r, eu
That nnr1her not The he ~ thns LII ,oM
Ye, against whose familiar names NOT vet
We saintei The horo1oa,, 70 80 ~ ;;
Strikes fine hajf-centnrv syitb q sniny,,, .h;,
And summons us together once again. '
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NV N wan p"'A
Where are the others? Voices from tbe deen
Cayerns of darkness answer me. ssrhe me u ,aporw
name no namen in ssmSr nei f sieepF
Each at some well-remembered Grave will tneel
And from the inscription wipe tie weeds and moss
For every heart hest knowet tic o" soss no'''
see the scattered erave.stones oieani ms b;t
Tbronob fbe nale dsl % ~ gleam;ng WINE
1per ali alike The i'm rt;a .unsat tL.n "is"''
Its golden lilies minolaS WITH t%o r rmno"s
We give to ali a tender tbonobt and Ie nss.
Out Of the grayevards with Their tanaiad oross
Trpto+ 1.--y,Su 6A"So,
When we were vonno and If yo 01 ta iSe. oo.
'Ne A- --'S wac 1ioSn anu s"oe''
What shall cav to vouo What oor r
Better than silence isP When survey
Friendly and fair and VET ~ ~ me- le en, my OWL
Transformed the yery landscane seems to he.
1t is the same vet NOT fine same to mo ~ '''
So many memories crowd upon nv brain.
So MANY ghosts are in the wooded Main
Ifaig would steal away with noiseless treod
As from a house where some one iieth dead
cannot 90 IL ause;-I hesitate: N'"N'
As one who strnSeies in trnnbied areor
To speak and cannot to myself seem
Vanish the dream! Vanish the idle fears,
Vanish the rolling mists Of fifty yearsI
will not be stranger in this scene.
Here every doubt, all indecision ends
Hail, my companions, comrades classmates friendsI
' O-NO'--N'''' -,-o""''
All me! the fifty wears since LAST we mot
Seem to me fifty foIios bonn and act
By Time, the gieat transcriber on his shelves
Wherein are written the histories of onrseives'
What tragedies. what comedies arc there.
What ioy and grief what ranture and desnoir,
What chronicles of triumph and defeat
OF struggle, and temptation and retreat
What pages blotted, blistered by onr tearsi
What lovely landscapes on the margin shine.
What sweet, angelic faces, what divine
And holy images of love and trust
Undimmed by age, unsoiled by damp or dusti
Whose hand shall dare to open and EXPLORE
These volumes, closed and clasped for evermore9
Not mine. With reyerent;a feet mass.
hear a voice that cries, CALAIS! alasi
Whatever hath been written shall remain
Nor be erased nor written DER again:
The unwritten only still belongs to thee.
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AS children frightened by a tbunderc,or6
Are treasured If some one reads aIonS 0"u
A tale of wonder. with enchantments frorobt
Or wild adventure that diyerts their tbomIsht'
Let me endeayor with tale to chase sN''
The gathering shadows of fine time and ,1oo
And Danish What we ali foo deenIv fool pA'oo'
Wholly to saw or wholly tn concea1 AVA
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There stood an imape wifi, ;ts ' srr, in a.;
And on its lifted finSer sbn;n% clan az aus
A golden ring with he device s.StriLs h.roy,
Greatly the neonle TanderaG ,+bo So note. o,
The meaning that these words hnt half aSn SUs'
Until a learned clerk. who at MONDAY GAP io'''u'