Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1877-01-25

1t may not le7 What then, the spark,
The essence which illumed the whole,
And made his living form its mark
And outward likenessl What the soul
That warmed the heart and poised the head,
And spoke the thoughts we now inhcr:'?
Bright force OF tire and ether bred
Where art thou now, elusive Spirit?
Where, now, the sunburst Of a love
Which blended still with sudden wrath
TO nerve the righteous hand that strove,
And blaze in the oppressor's path?
Fair earth, our dust is thine indeed;
That whittier leads9 Where lies.the mead
He gained, and knew himself immortal
Or tell us on what distant star,
Where even az here are toll and wrong,
With strength renewed he lifts altar
A voice Of aid, a war.cry strong?
What fruit, this stern Olympiad past,
Has that rich nature elsewhere yielded,
What conquest gained and knowledge vast,
What kindred beings loved and shielded'
Why seek to knowg He little sought,
Himself, to lit the close-drawn vail,
Nor for his own salvation wrought
And pleaded, ay, and wore his mail;
No selfish grasp OF lite, no fear,
Won Tor man kind his ceaseless caring,
But for themselves he held them dear
Their birth and shrouded exit sharing.
ANU AlS VIC lCS Cl l0A VIDA w AVG
A SUMMER life longer space;
Save that the Eternal Law might give
The boon in comman to his race.
Earth, twas thy heaven he loved, and best
Thy precious offspring, man and woman,
And labor tor them seemed but rest
To him, whose nature was 50 human.
Even here his spirit happily longed
To stay, remembered by our kind,
And where the haunts OF men are thronged
Move yet among them. Seek and find
A presence though his voice has ceased,
Still, even where We dwell remaining,
With all its tenderest thrills increased
And all it cares to ask, obtaining.
List, how the varied things that took
The impress Of his passion rare
Make answer! To the roadways look,
The wasted wales, the hamlet fair,
He walks unseen the living woods,
The fields, the town, the shaded borough,
And in the pastoral solirudes
Delights TO view the frightening furrOw.
The faithful East that Graded him,
Still, while she deems her nursing sleeps,
Sits BY his couch with vision dim;
The plenteous West his ieast-day keeps;
The wistfu, South recalls the ways
OF one who in his love enwound her,
And stayed her in the evil days
With arms OF comfort thrown around her.
He lives wherever men to men
In perilous hours his words repeat,
Where clangs the forge, where glides the pen
Where toll and trafc crowd the street;
And in whatever time or place
Earth's purest souls their rposestrengthen,
Down the broad pathway OF our race
The shadow Of his name shall lengthen.
"Still with u.s." all the leigemen cry
Who read his heart and held him dear;
The hills declare! HE shall not die!''
Tho 10 ia bopoen
Immortal thus, no dread Of tate
Be ours, No vain memento mori;
Lite, Life, not Death, we consecrate-
A lasting presence touched with glory
The star may vanish-but ray,
Sent forth, what mandate can recall?
The circling wave still keeps its way
That marsed turre,'s seward fall;
The least OF music's uttered strains
Is part OF Natures voice forever;
And aye beyond the grave remains
The great, the good mans high endeavor!
Well may the brooding Earth retake
The form We knew to be part
OF bloom and heritage, fern and brake,
New lives that from her being start,
Naught of the soul shall there remain;
They came on void and darkness solely
Who the yelled spirit sought in vain,
Within the temples shrine most Holy.
That, that, has found again the source
From which itself to US was lent;
The rowe, that, in perpetual course,
Makes OF the dust an instrument
Supreme; the universal soul;
The current infinite and single
Wherein, as ag=s onward roll,
Lite, Thought and Will forever mingle.
What more is left, to keep our hold
On him who was 80 true and strong!
This semblance, raised above the mold
With offerings meet OF word and song,
That men may teach, in aftertime,
Their sons how goodness marked the fea
lures
OF one whose life was made sublime
By service for his brother creatures.
And last, and lordliest, his fame
A station in the starry line
Ot heroes that have lett a name
Men conjure with-a place divine,
Since, in the worlds eternal plan,
Divinity itself is given
To him who lives or dies Tor Man.
And looks within his soul tor Heaven