New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1879-06-28
THE PRESS.

From the Poem read By george Aed 7q,cnsfad before =,
W York state Press Assocatto" at Rochester, June L.
Colun6us seeing through the lambent air
The world lie maged basking virgin there,
Felt not the bushes youthful cheers that UNI
To see their compositions first III PRINT
How large, how bold how wonderful, how terse,
And what printer that could set such verse!
sure all have seen II, from our sWectheait uo"uI
And dare we so denoted walk the town
Still do we print still thrilling Ger the Doon'
Until we see a road on either hand
open before and to heaven expands
one wide and dusty, crowded by the heru,
The other travelled by the singing Bird
one ike a river by navy shook
The other ike a pathway up brook
one endless, shelterless. contentious Iuhe'
The other green with shade and solitude;
Sull do they seem not far apart To tend,
And glide together ere they reaeh me ehd.
one is The Press. Try that! II must insure
A crossing over into Literature
Not in rich cities only live the men
Whose strength of purpose glorlhes the pen
When Pharaoh troubled lest his slaves might 60
And ali his pacemen sought our overthrow
I'm the wild hills Of Eastern tennessee
OF AL RebcInOn's citadel the key
One arose no Gesler cou'd Gonne GI} ,,u
And william BTOwulow stood like william Tell.
Coarse WAS his phrase, but DarDtd WIN IOyhl VIII;
Not for the style but the effect he writ
They hanged his readers. but confessed his art,
pain preacher of the instincts Of the heart
And drove him forth, palsed in all but WILL
Abashed TO ausW and afraid 10 Kill
Yet where he sOwed grain came 10 smear anu suoch
Ills spirit stood on Chickamauga rock,
On Lookout MOunt1n waved the molly nag,
And Chattanooga put an end To Bragg;
BY Jacksun's name III every Union huI
stand Brownlow, johnson, Houston, Farragut
Whom Civtl War was done and curbed the steed,
And the victorious soldier claimed his need,
And ike a raven the Wild waste above,
gned every bird of venture but the dove,
Ina strong compassion, premature but true,
The good old Greeley launched his log canoe,
uoisted his aged journal for a SAIL
And pointed Human Kindness To the gale.
Dark we're the heavens, and the voyage snort,
scuttlcd his boat and broke his genial heart;
nm where the lark. at every gentle swell,
Tolls on the waters melodl0us bell;
Drowned when the wind Of dscOrd brethren near
But in the truce of hate IL brings tear,
Hear It. all brethren of his pleasant craft,
We SSf 'a aaG q oa SG%r Re S Plea
" Forgiveness justice, union, liberty !!
Alas Nor press nor man Is wholly free
And oft when free, set-Sold 10 slavery;
Slave of It's egOtism, aNarce lust
IN It's redemption and It's soul unjust,
Presuming powers nor delegate nor lent,
And factious to a generous government
When silly Phetun drove ApOlO's car.
And fell from heaven ike shooting star,
Ills lofty station brought no distress
Than when ass directs a printing press.
Power softens large men and initiates the small,
Tbe Presses power Is the toll OF all,
rue peoples wealth, the freedom soldiers won,
puhic opinion. liberal as the sun,
summoned modern Press with hosts in steel,
Az 'twere the lady of the common veal
Who plays the traitor to such confidence,
I-surpug tights or staggering win pTetence,
Is Ike Won maniac on the prison isle,
Noisy, but dead iDtamed, but lmbecne.
one power directs the sneer and one the mob
one is the DemagOgue aud one the snOb
- VINO II Ut 'o'i 49, 49,
What can he DO 7" the earnest hearts reply
Shakespeare" says snOb, these plays can scarcely
claim.
Another man. no doubt, of the same name
Bacon or Greens, or one OF the Reviewers
As II a Shakespeare spent his time ON sWells,-
or Edison, who cast yOn Echos bells,
And pedding papers waiting on switch
29c sEsfe s@I press 6 humble State despite
Cod made circuit with him In the height.
The newsboy wired 20 Moses: Here's your light!"
In great occasion must our power lie.
or mere sensation is your hue and cry.
spread not net 10 catch passing sprat.
Nor forge a tlunderbOlt To Kill gnat;
Mere rhetoric Is not the press grst-
Boswell, not johnson, IS the journalist
sun in your ear one-hait the talent Is.
Aud style in news too often Is but hZE.
Humof Is wholesome, but extremely rare;
Forced humOr is the driyel OF despair,
Nothing conceived in malice makes laugh.
Nor ifts fool above his paragraph.
Chase not your rival daily Ike hea,
lest folks perceive your bite with Jealousy;
Never TO name him equally refuse,
our ouarrels matter not our speiul words
Are but the harsher tones OF moceing-birdsi
sui the sweet medley gladdens all the air,
And every songster brings his tuneful share
The news is statesmsnshp. He who informs
To-morrow's farmers OF the signs Of storms:
He guided battle by his signal-hsgs,
or from beleAgured cities. Ike a moon,
Rose and passed over his pale balloon.
The hollow ocean, deaf for many year,
Lies with quick nerves Ike an attentive ear
And barbarous States die without epitaph,
FXcept the eyer-Iaumuring telegraph.
We too are doomed ike poles that hold the wires,
10 be supplanted when our use expires.
our nance 20 perish from the vaults OF sound,
And ali We writ unindexed and unfound,-
In uncOnsulted dust the mirror page
Where came and went the image OF our age,
Declared from fame we In our little hour
should feel that nothing lasts but moral power
| Casing to shine with strong and separate ray,
| Yet IN yon silver cleaning nebua
| The good, the brave, the gracious we have done
Win belt the heavens as with glory sown.
Then may we know immortal Is our craft
/ Aud every Idle word l. Photographed
| cast in the ether. kept TN tune Is done,
Aud pagsd III flaming tissues OF the sun.