The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1878-01-02
THE OLD STATE HOUSE.
An Address.
by EMILY THORNTON CHARLES.

Is JnaI OF iOruiy man 10 laY Jnee low.
Thy columns grand-iike those of PArthenon,
The pride of ancient Greece-are doomed to
fall;
This solemn thud, resounding on my heart,
Wake mourniul sadGening echoes OF the past;
And rouse my thought to pleasing recollection.
A romping child gamboled DER thy swsrd.
And gazed with wonder on thy massive form.
Fen then my bosom thrilled with statesman's
pride.
stood and looked upon thy pillars grand,
Surmounted by thy shining, silv'ry dome,
Ger which our hsg was floating on the breeze;
Nor deemed in all the realm thou hadst peer.
How oft with throng of little ones I've played
About thy Wondering walls at hide and seek;
With reckless, thoughtless t.ead and clInging
hands
SKINNED round the columns that enribbed
thy side,
And stood an instant in each recess hid
A breathing statue. or with headlong haste
Went tum0ling to the ground, rose aickly up,
And to it again, as twere menaced danger
Made our foot steps eager, erstlmes we dared.
Yet holder grown within thy sounding hall.
Like tunneled bridge, to tread, followed thy
winning stair.
at lofty height we reached thy Widowed
dome,
And quickly ran from this outlook to that,
To see what vast extent comprised our world
BY daring urged our brother scaled thy roof
And stood like one who had achieved re-
nown.
How oft when g orious independence day
Came round-marched in thy grounds a youth
ful host
From all the Sabbath-schools, the girls white
robed,
With flowing sash of blue and fiowery wreath
Whfte-pantalooned, raw-hatted were the
boys
The long procession. headed by our chief,
Snow haired and sunny faced, VINO charged
us oft,
When all were seated, to pay attention
To the speakers words who should address us.
A thousand childish voices rose in song,
Borne upward on the air; then followed prayer,
And then the declaration grand was read,
The which, now declare, seemed over long.
Then, best of all, there came the feast of cakes,
And snowy rolls were passed 90 every child,
And tin cup bright, with liquid crystal filed.
Refreshing the falling dews of heaven
Refresh the thirsiing earth-tO us.
Then came release and careless glee until
The long, Ioug summers day drew near its
close.
In Ia, er years of brave and stalwart men,
Who, loyal, answered to their country's call.
Here sat the chief executive of state,
Our great war governor issuing commands,
a leader born. Here, too, he should have lain
In deaths reposc. Within thy halls that
voice,
Whose C arion notes are stilled In Icy death
Hath thrilled with patriotic fire the multi
tude,
And reused the soldiers pride and valor.
Here he had served his state ana country best,
Drew most upon the peoples gratitude,
And won renown by deeds that e'er shall
live.
In memory's glass once more see thy walls,
All clad in back. Thy halls in mourning
While still the heavy laden clouds o'erhead
Drop sympathetic tears with those who weep.
Within thy central aisle seem to see
The sarcophagls wreathed with dropping
flowers,
The dais raised, the velvet funeral pail
On which the tyr-patriot Lincoln lay.
The mournful throng, the 1rieving multitude,
That in tile mud and rain stood patient, walt
ing,
Or that by twos and twos still filed along
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The nations murdered chieftain. There he
ley,
Like one "who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant
Dreams"
Who all Gnconsclously is borne along,
Mourned and wept over, euiogized and loved,
Yet undlsta rbed sleeps on in rest eternal.
Within thy ancient walls the learned pund-
its
or our state, with dignity assembled;
The wigs of wisdom met in secret conclave;
There came the orator with loud debate,
And lawyers pleading for the law.
There stood the granger, here the city gent,
And argued which was best the, this or that.
This bill one knew expressed the peoples will.
Another thought the opposite was true,
Each one being bent to do the thing he
thought
Best pleasing 10 his own constituents.
And thus they builded up cross purposes,
Meath which he general good was overlooked.
throughput the world each party faction
seeks
But TO complete its own ACKNOWLEDGMENT;
Each creed looks only to It's own upbuiding.
Few nobly seeking e'er the pubic veal
To evaBgelize the wor d.
But thou art now mass of falling ruins!
Soon thy loved firm will disappear from
view;
Yet linger in the mind, freighted with
thoughts
And hosts of rscollections. When hear
Echoes OF youthsI laughter, careless glee,
In memory'S magic mirror contemplate
Pictures of years gone by. When memory
fails,
Then thou shalt live in history, as one
Whose death eras of events and
deeds;
Thy fallen columns mark the dying year.
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